Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 18: My Dao is Complete

Xu Qingshan shook his head, "Senior Brother Liu's temper is still so irritable. If the deity I created were so presumptuous, I would at most give it a few lashes as a lesson, not to this extent."

Seeing this scene, Chen Huangpi realized that he might have underestimated their cultivation.

However, he only knew that above the Golden Core was the Nascent Soul.

He didn't know the realm above the Nascent Soul.

Moreover, Huang Er had told him that Twelfth Madam was a Nascent Soul Monarch and had reached the extreme. There was no further path to take. Once her eight-hundred-year lifespan was over, she could only cultivate the divine path.

Therefore, the path above was broken.

One by one, the deities walked into the dark area and never came out again.

The rest were all deity statues that had failed to be consecrated.

He looked around.

And then he looked left and right.Chen Huangpi was suddenly a little confused.

The fox mountain god said that it had seen his master with its own eyes, but it had not become a god this time because its foundation was too poor.

So when exactly did it see his master?

After a long time, the Daoists left one after another.

Xu Qingshan didn't even bother with his two deity statues, leaving these failed statues alone in the cave within the painting of flying immortals.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Huangpi couldn't see any living people.

"Why did they all leave? Where's master?"

Chen Huangpi was astonished. Was his master not here?

And that Senior Brother, he had always been very mysterious. His voice only sounded in the dark area, but he never showed his face.

He had been staring just now.

He wanted to see who the Senior Brother, who was the most legitimate heir to the Pure Immortal Temple in terms of law, was, but he never saw him.

Involuntarily...

Chen Huangpi fell into thought.

He was young, his mind was active, and he was agile.

A thought circled in his head.

He thought, "They said those deities were sent in again, referring to that dark area. It was master who had them create gods, so master and their Senior Brother must be inside."

Yes...

It was their Senior Brother, not his.

Chen Huangpi was unwilling to wait.

Without hesitation, he jumped out of the fox mountain god's statue.

The golden oil lamp above his head, no, the Daoist surnamed Liu called it the Golden Top Heavenly Lamp.

"It really looks like Huang Er."

Chen Huangpi looked up at it for a while and found that besides it being gold and Huang Er being brass, they were almost carved from the same mold.

The oil of this Golden Top Heavenly Lamp could consecrate clay deity statues into gods.

And Huang Er had also said that when deities saw it, it was like a dog seeing shit, craving its lamp oil.

Chen Huangpi guessed that perhaps Huang Er's lamp oil had a similar effect.

However, Chen Huangpi did not stay for long.

He walked quickly and soon arrived in front of the dark area that even the Golden Top Heavenly Lamp could not illuminate.

"Master, are you in there?"

Chen Huangpi was hesitant and shouted inside.

Although those deities were treated like creations, like livestock, by the Daoists, they were deities after all.

They never came out after they went in.

It must be very dangerous inside.

"Heh! I'm so stupid!"

Chen Huangpi shook his head. He was in the fox mountain god's memory, which was illusory, not real.

Even if this place was dangerous, could it hurt him?

Thinking of this, he simply and neatly plunged into the dark area.

However, the next second, a voice sounded in the darkness.

"I am. Your master has always been here."

It was his master's voice.

Chen Huangpi felt his hair stand on end. He looked towards the voice, but there was only darkness before his eyes.

He couldn't see where his master was.

But his master's voice kept sounding.

"Come, come over, come here. Your master is here."

"Master, don't scare me."

Chen Huangpi's voice trembled a little. He didn't understand why his master in the fox mountain god's memory could talk to him.

Weren't memories supposed to be fixed?

What was, should be.

Could it be that the fox mountain god's memory was alive?

"Huangpi'er, come over. Let your master see you."

His master's voice continued to call him.

And it even called out his name.

"It's master. Only master would call me that."

Chen Huangpi breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't really like his name.

Because his master always liked to call him Huangpi'er, not disciple, which made him feel like he was being called a weasel.

At that time, his master hadn't gone mad yet. He asked his master why.

But his master just stroked his head and said lovingly, "Huangpi'er, you're still a child. Calling you disciple is too formal. If you're called that, you'll understand the rules, and when you understand the rules, you'll have grown up."

He said, "When you grow up, you can chop a lot of firewood, cook a lot of food, and even patrol the mountains for your master. Isn't that good?"

"Good and not good, not good and good, but in the end, it's still not good."

After speaking, his master took out a candied hawthorn.

Chen Huangpi liked to eat candied hawthorns, so he forgot his master's expression at that time.

He only vaguely remembered that he seemed a little sad.

"Master, it's really you! I'm here to find you!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Huangpi ran towards the direction of the voice.

He was, after all, a child at heart.

He didn't think about what was wrong with this.

The dark area was very large.

Chen Huangpi kept running. Whenever he got tired, the complete text of the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art would appear in his mind. Those strange characters like flowers, birds, fish, and insects would always emit a wisp of cold air at the critical moment, restoring his energy.

His master's voice also kept sounding ahead.

He didn't know how long he had been running.

Suddenly, the surrounding darkness dissipated.

No...

It wasn't that it had dissipated, but that a part of the darkness had been pushed open.

Chen Huangpi saw his master.

His master was wearing a bluish-black Daoist robe, his back to him, standing in front of a huge, tall wall.

He didn't know how high that wall was.

Chen Huangpi looked as far as he could, but he couldn't see the end.

But its texture was golden, as if it were cast from gold.

There were also many characters on it.

They were the strange characters like flowers, birds, fish, and insects that Chen Huangpi recognized but had never seen before.

But he only glanced at them and felt dizzy and nauseous.

"Master, I'm so dizzy, I want to vomit."

"Master, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Master, why aren't you talking?"

"Because your master is hungry."

The master in the bluish-black Daoist robe, his back to Chen Huangpi, was always unwilling to turn around.

Chen Huangpi said, "Master, I'm hungry too. Do you have anything to eat? Share some with me."

"No."

His master shook his head and said in a low voice, "Huangpi'er, you are very filial to your master, right?"

Chen Huangpi said, "Yes, master, I am the most filial. Even if you don't hand over the Pure Immortal Temple to me after you pass away, I will still be very filial, more filial than all your other disciples."

"Your master doesn't believe you."

"Why!!!"

Chen Huangpi was greatly alarmed, "Master, I patrol the mountains and gather herbs for you every day to treat your illness. I've used all the prescriptions in the temple on you. Am I not filial enough?"

"Yes."

His master said with his back to him, "You are very filial, but not filial enough."

Chen Huangpi became anxious, "Then what is considered filial enough?"

His master said, "Among mortals, there is a filial son who lay on ice to get a carp. That is true filial piety. Can you do that?"

Chen Huangpi said, "But there is no ice here, nor are there any carp."

His master said, "There is also offering deer milk to one's parents."

Chen Huangpi said with disgust, "Master, there are no deer here either. Besides, I don't even drink milk. You're so old and you still want to drink milk. You're more childish than me!"

His master sighed, "You can't do this, you can't do that. How can your master believe that you are the most filial?"

"I am filial!"

Chen Huangpi said as a matter of course, "Master, you're only saying things I can't do, so you think I'm not filial. But the things I can do, don't they count as filial piety?"

"Good, then your master will say something you can do."

His master said, "Among mortals, there was a woman who was starving and wanted to eat meat. Her son was extremely filial and cut off his own flesh to feed his mother. This is the ultimate filial piety."

As soon as he finished speaking, his master turned to look at Chen Huangpi.

With a clang, a firewood knife was thrown in front of Chen Huangpi.

His master said, "I am your master, and we are like father and son. Right now, your master is hungry and wants to eat meat. If you can cut off a piece of your flesh for your master to eat, then your master will believe that you are a filial child."

"Cut my flesh?"

"What, you're not filial?"

"No, I am very filial."

"Then why don't you cut your flesh to feed your master?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head, "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that this firewood knife is too blunt. My skin is thick and my flesh is tough, I can't cut it."

"This firewood knife is not ordinary. No matter how tough your skin and flesh are, you can cut it."

"Master, I really can't cut it."

"Sigh, your master knew it. You are unwilling to cut your flesh to feed your master! Your filial piety is only verbal. In reality, you are a selfish, heartless, and unfilial son!"

Now, Chen Huangpi was completely anxious.

Seeing his master angry and questioning his filial piety, Chen Huangpi, who had been determined to be filial to his master at the age of eight, couldn't take such a stimulus.

"Fine, I'll cut it for you to see now."

Chen Huangpi picked up the firewood knife on the ground. The firewood knife was as light as nothing, and he picked it up easily.

After picking it up, a chill spread from the handle to his arm.

Chen Huangpi shivered. Under the expectant gaze of the master in the bluish-black Daoist robe, he raised the firewood knife and chopped at his forearm.

"See, my skin..."

Before he could finish, Chen Huangpi let out a miserable cry.

The firewood knife had actually cut a gash on his arm, and drops of blood trickled down.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

It was as if the firewood knife had not cut Chen Huangpi's arm, but his head.

His head exploded, and countless strange characters spun wildly.

Pain, so much pain!

"Master, it hurts so much."

Chen Huangpi subconsciously looked at his master, seeking comfort.

But he suddenly realized that at some point, perhaps the moment the firewood knife had cut his arm, his master was standing in front of him, his hands outstretched to catch the dripping drops of blood.

Gulp...

His master's throat moved, his eyes filled with a strange malice.

"Keep cutting, your master wants to eat meat!"

The voice was very rude.

Chen Huangpi was frightened. He panicked and threw the firewood knife away. The wound on his arm healed instantly.

But his master panicked. He flashed over and caught the firewood knife.

He held the firewood knife in one hand and caught the dripping blood with the other.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

"Why is there so little?"

His master roared in anger, licking the firewood knife with his tongue.

But the firewood knife was not stained with any blood.

There wasn't even the smell of blood.

"I'm so angry, I'm so angry!"

Chen Huangpi looked at his furious master in disbelief.

"Master, why aren't you comforting me? I'm injured."

"Comforting you?"

His master quickly said, "Huangpi'er, you're injured. Your master is very heartbroken for you. But your master is very hungry. You are so filial, cut off some meat for your master to eat, okay?"

"No!"

Chen Huangpi said aggrievedly, "Master would never treat me like this. You are not my master. Who are you?"

This was definitely not his master.

Before his master went mad, he loved him the most and couldn't bear to see him suffer any grievance.

Even when he was having an episode, crying and shouting, as long as he expressed his grievance, his master, no matter how mad he was, would quiet down for a moment and coax him to be happy.

But this master wouldn't.

"Give me back my blood!"

Chen Huangpi was very angry.

But his master just gave him a cold look, said nothing, opened his mouth, and swallowed the blood.

"My Dao is complete!!!"

(End of Chapter)