Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 15: True Colors Revealed

"Wasn't I in the main hall? How did I end up in the pot?"

"Huang Er, are you there?"

The brass oil lamp's voice sounded.

"It was the Temple Master. I don't know what method he used to knock you out, then he picked you up and threw you into the pot. But before he could even start the fire, he had another episode, looking for you everywhere. After searching for a long time, he found you in the pot again."

"Just listen to my advice, let's leave these Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

"I won't leave until I've cured my master."

After speaking, Chen Huangpi lifted the pot lid and climbed onto the stove.

The stove was very high, two meters tall.

And it was very large. The master and disciple standing on the stove didn't feel crowded at all.

There were many such pots and stoves in the kitchen."Huangpi'er? Your face..."

The purple-robed old Daoist stared at Chen Huangpi, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"Face? Is it dirty?"

Chen Huangpi touched his face.

He didn't feel anything...

The purple-robed old Daoist said, "It's not dirty, it's different. Are you really Huangpi'er?"

As he spoke, he grabbed his white hair in frustration.

"It's Huangpi'er's voice."

"The smell is also right, still so fragrant."

"Why does he look different?"

"He always looked like that before..."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi was also very surprised.

Could his face have changed?

He jumped down from the stove, walked to the water vat, and saw his reflection.

He looked to be eight or nine years old.

His bluish-black hair was tied up high, pierced by a yin-yang hairpin carved from wood.

He was quite handsome.

But the name Chen Huangpi wasn't for nothing; his skin was indeed a little yellow.

But now, just as the purple-robed old Daoist had said, his face had indeed undergone some changes.

It had become much whiter. Although it was still a little yellowish, anyone who saw him would think he was a handsome young man.

"How strange..."

Chen Huangpi was a little confused. Before, when First Master passed on the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art to him, he had grown a year older after entering the path.

Second Master had then passed on the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art to him.

After entering the path, his skin had become much whiter.

He also looked more energetic.

Involuntarily...

Chen Huangpi muttered with some suspicion, "Neither of the two methods mentioned such changes. I should be cultivating them correctly, right?"

He wasn't sure if it was correct.

Because the methods passed on by his two masters didn't require him to actively cultivate.

The techniques were like they were alive.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi looked at the purple-robed old Daoist.

First Master seemed a little more lucid at the moment.

It was better to ask.

"First Master! Will the body undergo many changes after cultivating?"

"Changes?"

The purple-robed old Daoist was stunned for a moment, then frowned and pondered, "A person is born as they are. Techniques only change the appearance."

"Huh! Why has your true form changed?"

The purple-robed old Daoist's eyes widened, and his cloudy eyes instantly became clear.

In those eyes, it was as if some strange color was spinning.

His gaze seemed to be able to see through everything.

No...

It wasn't as if. Chen Huangpi really felt as if even his soul was being seen through.

"Why is it like this?"

The purple-robed old Daoist was shocked, frustrated, and his face was full of disbelief.

Chen Huangpi quickly said, "First Master, if you can't figure it out, don't force yourself."

The master and disciple had been together for too long.

As soon as he saw First Master like this, it was as if he was about to get stuck on a problem.

He was already mad. If he got stuck on a problem, he might start going crazy right away, shouting, screaming, and throwing a tantrum.

"Let your master think, let your master think!"

The purple-robed old Daoist waved one hand, while the other hand was inserted into his head, constantly fiddling.

Chen Huangpi's small face was bitter, "First Master, be gentle. Don't pull out your brain. It took me a long time to put it back last time."

At this time, the purple-robed old Daoist was suddenly overjoyed.

"Your master knows! You must have grown up!"

"You've become vain. You've been secretly applying powder, haven't you?"

"That's not good, it will mix the flavors!"

"I didn't!"

Chen Huangpi was a little angry and explained, "I just practiced the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art that Second Master passed on to me, so I became whiter."

"You're lying!"

The purple-robed old Daoist shouted disdainfully, "How could your Second Master's technique be so magical! You just secretly applied powder, even on your soul."

Chen Huangpi said anxiously, "I'm not lying. I'm like this because I practiced the technique."

The purple-robed old Daoist believed him.

He felt that Chen Huangpi had explained it twice.

It must be true.

So, he cried out in pain, "The second one has become more powerful. Even the technique he passed on to you is more strange than the one I passed on to you. He is more powerful than your master. He will definitely ride on your master's head and become the eldest. At that time, the seniority will be messed up, and your master will have to be subservient!"

"No, First Master, there's still Third Master."

Chen Huangpi gently patted the purple-robed old Daoist's back to comfort him, while pulling out the hand that was inserted into his head.

Fortunately, no brain matter came out, otherwise it would take several days to fix.

"Wuwuwu, Huangpi'er!!"

The purple-robed old Daoist wailed, "If your master becomes the second, your Third Master will definitely want to be the second. He and I don't get along. At that time, he will definitely bully your master."

"Is Third Master that bad?"

Chen Huangpi was very confused. His master had gone mad some time ago, when he was only eight. Now he was nine.

In the years he was eight, he had never seen the green-robed Third Master appear.

He asked First Master and Second Master.

They both said, "The third one and your master don't get along. As soon as he comes out, he will ruin your master's good deeds."

Finally, they would add a sentence.

"The third one is the worst, only your master is the best!"

The two masters attacked each other, but they reached a consensus on the Third Master who had never appeared.

The purple-robed old Daoist cried and shouted.

Chen Huangpi really had no choice, so he said, "First Master, don't cry. You're not worse than Second Master. The Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art you passed on to me is also very strange. As soon as I practiced it, I grew up, and black smoke came out of my body. Second Master's technique can't do that."

"Then why didn't you say so earlier!"

The purple-robed old Daoist wiped his tears, climbed up from the ground, and said smugly, "It seems your master has once again suppressed this evil path. This is very good. Huangpi'er, you must cultivate the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art well. It's best to become black and yellow, you can't become white!"

"I'll try my best..."

Chen Huangpi hesitated. He thought becoming white was quite good.

The nine-year-old Chen Huangpi indeed already had a bit of vanity.

"Don't worry, your master will help you!"

The purple-robed old Daoist winked at him. As he spoke, he reached his left hand into the sleeve of his right hand and took out something as if presenting a treasure.

"Good disciple, good disciple, look what this is?"

It was a statue.

About one and a half palms in size.

It was a fox deity statue, dressed in clothes and standing like a person.

The statue was carved lifelike.

Every hair was clearly visible.

What was even more strange was that when Chen Huangpi's eyes met the fox deity statue's, the latter suddenly winked at him desperately.

At the same time, an extremely weak voice sounded in his ear.

"Young master, save me..."

"It's you, the fox mountain god!"

Chen Huangpi was stunned. Wasn't the fox mountain god with Granny Tang? How did it end up in First Master's hands?

"First Master, where did it come from?"

"I picked it up in the kitchen. This thing is good for the kidneys and strengthens yang. It's suitable for making soup!"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi looked helplessly at the brass oil lamps hanging in the kitchen.

"Huang Er, why is the mountain god in the kitchen?"

Huang Er and its avatars had a certain connection.

Although it would be affected at night, as long as it was daytime, it could transmit messages even from thousands of miles away.

Just now, when Chen Huangpi was puzzled why he was in the pot, he had asked Huang Er in this way.

But this time, Huang Er's voice was hesitant, "Chen Huangpi, if I said that the Temple Master pulled this mountain god out of his stomach, would you believe me? It's just that I don't know what he wants to do to you with this mountain god. As soon as he pulled it out, the Temple Master suddenly changed into his purple robe."

"The Temple Master has gone even crazier. It's one thing to eat cultivators, but now he's even started eating deities."

"And that mutated deity statue from last time, it disappeared and never appeared again. I suspect it also fell victim to the Temple Master's evil hands!"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi's face instantly became solemn.

He looked at the purple-robed old Daoist.

His eyes were full of complexity!

But the purple-robed old Daoist didn't notice this.

He just held the fox mountain god, drooling, and said, "Huangpi'er, quick, start the pot and boil some water. Your master will personally cook today and use this thing to nourish you well!"

The next second.

"Master!!!"

Chen Huangpi snatched the fox mountain god's statue.

His whole person was furious!

He even directly called him master, not even caring that calling him by the wrong seniority would make his master go crazy.

"I'm angry!"

The purple-robed old Daoist panicked and said, not knowing why, "Why are you angry? Huangpi'er, are you dissatisfied with your master's cooking skills?"

"Mas... First Master..."

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath and said earnestly, "How many times have I told you, when I'm not here, if you're hungry, you should sleep. Don't eat random things. Those cultivators at least have flesh and blood. I read in the medicine classic that human flesh is also a medicine. Eating more medicine is good for the body. But what about you?"

"You even eat deities made of mud!"

"Mud bloats the stomach, can't be digested, and is dirty. Is that something you can eat?"

To be honest, Chen Huangpi was really sad.

He had worked so hard to cure his master's illness. When he couldn't cultivate, he would go out with Huang Er every day to patrol the mountains and gather herbs.

But he didn't expect that in the end, while he was working hard, his master was holding him back.

"Tell me, when I wasn't here before, did you secretly eat random things behind my back?"

"Your master didn't!"

The purple-robed old Daoist was very wronged, and tears streamed down his face.

"Your master only wants to eat you. Your master doesn't eat those things. Only your Second Master eats them."

"You believe your master."

Seeing the purple-robed old Daoist cry, Chen Huangpi's anger instantly dissipated.

His master was old and had gone mad.

Now he often did things that made people very angry.

But before, he was the one who liked to cry and make him angry the most.

At that time, his master had never gotten angry at him.

"First Master, don't cry. It was my fault. I shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have hurt your feelings."

Chen Huangpi was full of guilt and reached out to wipe the purple-robed old Daoist's tears.

Seeing this, the latter smiled foolishly, "Huangpi'er, good disciple."

Chen Huangpi also smiled, "Let's not eat this, let's eat noodles."

"Good, good, good, eating noodles is good. The longevity noodles Huangpi'er makes are delicious!"

The purple-robed old Daoist clapped his hands in approval.

At that moment, the fox deity statue's voice sounded in Chen Huangpi's ear.

"Young master, thank you for saving my life."

"Saving your life?"

Chen Huangpi glanced at it and stuffed it into the stove.

"Young master, what are you doing?"

But Chen Huangpi ignored it.

This gave it a bad feeling. It saw Chen Huangpi stuffing pieces of firewood next to it until it was full and couldn't fit anymore.

After a rustling sound, it heard Chen Huangpi's voice from outside the stove again.

"First Master, let's have clear soup noodles. Help me pick some green onions. I'm going to start the pot and boil some water."

"Okay, eat noodles, eat noodles."

Then, the fox mountain god discovered in horror that the firewood in the stove had burst into flames with a whoosh.

That fire was not an ordinary fire.

It was a strange true fire!

It had even ignited its deity statue.

"Let me out, let me out, I'm going to be burned to ashes! I'm going to be burned to ashes!"

"Young master, spare my life. I know what your master is. Both I and the Yellow Peril have seen it. We came to this temple back then."

"So what?"

Chen Huangpi rolled his eyes.

So what if it had seen his master?

He saw him every day.

It sounded so impressive.

But the next second, the fox mountain god's words stunned Chen Huangpi.

The fox mountain god shouted, "You are not its only disciple."

And this sentence accurately hit Chen Huangpi's sore spot, making him jump up.

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