Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 184: Sister Don't Panic, I Will Find You Shortly

"Pfft..."

The Crosser of Torments vomited out a massive mouthful of fresh blood, kneeling entirely upon the ground in utter despair.

His body was continually trembling.

His two hands attempted to form seals.

Yet both hands were entirely covered in fissures.

What Chen Huangpi slashed out was the Grand Sui Demon-Slaying Sword Qi.

But within the eyes of this Crosser of Torments, that entity, sinister to the absolute extremes, merely lightly plucked the two temples hanging at its waist; and seemingly akin to a Heavenly Tribulation, caused him to suffer unimaginable agony.

He could not see the Grand Sui Demon-Slaying Sword Qi, nor could he see that sword qi slashing directly onto his own body.

He could solely see his own skin rapidly aging, his own vitality accelerating its drain.

The Crosser of Torments' cultivation was solely at the Nascent Soul Realm, yet because there resided the existence of that Bodhisattva within his body, lifespan held absolutely zero meaning whatsoever toward him.As long as the Bodhisattva remained un-dying, he would remain undestroyed.

However, right now he felt his physical body resembling withered, utterly dried wood.

Exactly like a decrepit old man whose lifespan was nearing its absolute end.

"Crosser of Torments... save me..."

That was the voice of the Bodhisattva inside his body. Weak and powerless, akin to a hoarse, utterly exhausted death-throe struggle violently ripped directly from the throat.

The Crosser of Torments wished to speak but stopped.

Because he too, wished to beg the Bodhisattva to save him; merely he never expected the Bodhisattva would actually also be impacted by that bizarre power, and conversely beg him for salvation.

It had always solely been Buddha crossing (delivering) all living beings.

Since when did the principle of all living beings delivering Buddha exist?

If it is thus, then is Buddha still Buddha?

The Crosser of Torments couldn't figure it out. Powerless, he stared at that bizarre entity currently walking directly toward him.

That entity walked up to him and stopped.

Draped in a black robe resembling both a cape and a rain cloak, while the exposed skin manifested a dark brown coloration resembling mud mixed entirely with blood and flesh fired within a kiln, further possessing countless, densely-packed fissures.

All around this entity, there were even further countless giant eyes snapping open from within the void. Those giant eyes presented a blue-black coloration, their near-tangible gazes forming rings of mesmerizing, bewildering ripples.

For some unknown reason.

Although the Crosser of Torments felt this entity was incredibly bizarre and terrifying to the absolute utmost extremes.

Yet the closer he was to it, the longer he stared fixatedly at it, the more he felt as if this entity seemingly wasn't evil at all, but conversely incomparably pure. Between its every movement and gesture, there existed an indescribably grotesque, bizarre sensation.

So evil it turned righteous.

So righteous that right within the Crosser of Torments' mind, a maniacal thought abruptly arose.

"Perhaps the Lord Buddha genuinely ought to appear precisely like this."

"No, how could the Lord Buddha appear like this!?"

The Crosser of Torments said painfully: "It is this monster twisting this poor monk's cognition! Oh Lord Buddha, all living beings suffer; I beg You to bestow great mercy and compassion, and save the people of this world."

Yet his calls were destined to hold zero meaning whatsoever.

"Your Lord Buddha cannot save you."

Chen Huangpi stated seriously: "However you are identically incapable of understanding my words. I'm afraid, in your perspective, my voice is exactly as abhorrent as the murmurs of an evil demon, nothing more."

"Stop wasting words with them."

The Brass Oil Lamp ran over cheerfully wagging its nonexistent tail, sneering as it said: "Anyway, we already possess four evil spirits within our hands. For the remainder, we might as well slaughter them all. Every single one of these Buddha-cultivating folks have cultivated their brains entirely into ruin."

"Eating humans aside, they continuously uniformly harbor fantasies of possessing a Lord Buddha delivering them directly to the other shore."

"However, this old bald donkey's capabilities aren't weak either. Never expected he would only endure a few thousand streaks of your sword qi before failing; looks like he's also merely an embroidered pillow (useless inside)."

"Not entirely so."

Chen Huangpi furrowed his brows saying: "In their eyes, my appearance is different from the present. The methods I employ are, to them, significantly more bizarre; seemingly capable of severing their lifespans, and furthermore, entirely invisible to them."

Chen Huangpi possessed a method exactly like this, incapable of being seen.

That was precisely the Soul-Slaying Art of the Life-Slaying Sword Formula.

However, he hadn't employed it. He merely wished to test precisely what degree his own power currently reached in strength.

He never expected that merely activating the Magic Tree to slash out Grand Sui Demon-Slaying Sword Qi.

Whether it was these monks, or the Arhats and Bodhisattvas.

Actually not a single one proved capable of withstanding it.

The Brass Oil Lamp's gaze turned joyful, speaking thoughtfully: "When the Magic Tree was still merely a Disaster, it already possessed power capable of influencing space. Furthermore there were the Human Fruits it bore; every single one of those Human Fruits was incredibly eerie and sinister. One day constitutes a Jiazi (60 years), one night constitutes thirty years."

"Solely within a single day and night, the Human Fruits would undergo birth, aging, sickness, and death."

"Could it possibly be, toward them, the 'evil spirit' version of you has identically grasped this kind of power!?"

Although Chen Huangpi had previously displayed many bizarre, miraculous capabilities.

Yet whether it was skin of bronze and bones of iron, invulnerability to water and fire, or seeing through illusions, recognizing every single writing system, and learning all Ancient Methods (古法) with merely a single glance; this power governing birth, aging, sickness, and death was absolutely not a consequence brought by time.

But rather... some type of rule of Heaven and Earth...

Chen Huangpi stated: "I continuously feel that kind of power is exactly my true, genuine power. Yet we stand within the night, while they stand within the daylight. The boundary is distinctly delineated; it's exactly as if I am separated by an entire world... no, that's not right either..."

"It's exactly as if I am playing with a shadow puppet."

Merely, the power of that shadow puppet was even stronger than the power he himself currently displayed.

If it wasn't for the fact this kind of power was solely effective targeting these evil spirits like the Crosser of Torments.

Chen Huangpi would practically feel he had already become entirely, absolutely invincible.

Even if that little girl arrived, he wouldn't hold any fear.

Slashing a few thousand streaks of sword qi directly over, instantly forcing her to undergo birth, aging, sickness, and death.

If it wasn't enough, then a few tens of thousands of streaks.

Whatever the case, the Magic Tree was being continually nourished by the black smoke within his Kidney Temple. Although its power couldn't be called infinite and endless, the speed of its recovery was far too swift; entirely sufficient for Chen Huangpi to squander with absolute reckless abandon.

Yet exactly during this moment.

An anxious, frantic bark of a dog sounded out.

Chen Huangpi turned his head for a single glance. Golden Horn was shaking continuously, exactly as if it had fallen straight into a frozen ice hole.

"Original Family, it's that ghost thing! She has come searching for Golden Horn and me!"

"I saw it! I saw it!"

Chen Huangpi's tone was incredibly horrified and terrified.

Right now, having snapped open countless numbers of Evil Eyes, everything across the entire Evil-Suppressing Village was completely harvested securely within the bottoms of his eyes.

At this moment, he beheld an absolutely hair-raising, bone-chilling scene.

At the deepest inward section of the Evil-Suppressing Village, existed a towering, massive ancestral hall.

That ancestral hall sat directly within the darkness.

Even with the bright moon suspended highly above, the full picture of that ancestral hall remained incapable of being seen clearly; one could solely hazily distinguish the main doors of the ancestral hall.

Speaking of main doors, in reality, it was merely wooden door panels wedged directly into the door thresholds.

Above the doorway, additionally hung two red lanterns.

Creak... (Crack/snap)

A single door panel was shifted aside.

Following closely subsequent to this, a little girl roughly four or five years old, wearing braids and a tattered, torn floral padded jacket, walked smoothly out directly from within the ancestral hall.

In her arms, that little girl carried a vegetable basket.

While the other hand carried a paper-skin lantern.

Standing right outside the doorway of the ancestral hall, the little girl suddenly revealed a naive, perfectly innocent smile: "Daddy was eaten by that bad thing. But Second Uncle, Third Uncle, and Fourth Uncle are still around. Yaya must cook food for them to eat."

Saying so, the little girl hopped and skipped bounding from the doorway of the ancestral hall, walking directly toward the closest adjacent house.

Looking directly at this scene, panic and sheer terror manifested intensely within Chen Huangpi's heart.

Without even stopping to think, he instantly issued a direct command directly to the Magic Tree.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

The Magic Tree lowered several hundred sharply-pointed tree branches.

Puchi...

Every single monk and their enshrined Arhats were completely pierced squarely through their skulls by the tree branches, and subsequently dragged entirely into the canopy of the Magic Tree.

"Go swiftly!"

Having concluded these matters, Chen Huangpi charged toward the location of his own house without the slightest hesitation.

While the Life-reaping Ghost transformed into a streak of spectral light, drilling precisely straight into the Soul-Hooking Register.

"Contract Master, place Golden Horn inside as well!"

"The spiritual qi it absorbed is far too massive. Perhaps the Soul-Hooking Register possesses the capability to isolate that ghost thing's perception."

Chen Huangpi cast a glance toward Golden Horn.

Golden Horn was hugging Chen Huangpi's thigh, its entire body trembling violently.

That spiritual qi continuously emitted a horrifyingly chilling aura within its body.

Resembling an ice block, yet identically resembling a torch.

Continuously informing that little girl at every single moment, that it, Golden Horn, was stationed precisely located right here.

"Don't be afraid. I will not permit her to harm you."

Chen Huangpi consoled Golden Horn briefly, and instantly threw it directly inside the Soul-Hooking Register.

"Me too! I also desire to enter inside!"

The Brass Oil Lamp shouted loudly: "The amount of spiritual qi I sucked absolutely wasn't a small amount either!"

Whilst speaking, the Brass Oil Lamp lifted Chen Huangpi's Daoist robe, attempting to aggressively drill exactly straight into the Soul-Hooking Register.

Chen Huangpi violently grabbed the Brass Oil Lamp within his hand, stating nervously: "Absolutely not! If you also enter inside, wouldn't that leave solely me alone staying within the house!? I cannot permit you to enter!"

"Original Family, I am truly terrified!"

Although the spiritual qi the Brass Oil Lamp sucked wasn't a lot.

With Golden Horn entering the Soul-Hooking Register, it instantly became the absolutely most prominent and conspicuous target.

That little girl truly was entirely far, far too incredibly evil and bizarre to the extreme.

The Brass Oil Lamp genuinely believed that entity possessed the capability to instantly kill it.

Chen Huangpi stated earnestly and tirelessly (bitter mouth and grandmotherly heart): "Huang Er, I understand you are terrified! But I am even more terrified than you! With you by my side, at any rate I hold someone to count on! If you also run precisely directly into the Soul-Hooking Register, wouldn't I entirely lack even someone to pad my back (to die with)?"

Serving as the Contract Master, Chen Huangpi indeed possessed the capability to enter the Soul-Hooking Register.

Inside the Soul-Hooking Register existed an identical Yellow Spring Domain.

Yet what entered was solely his mind/soul, absolutely not his physical body.

If under these circumstances he genuinely hid his mind/soul inside the Soul-Hooking Register, that would truly be submitting capture with hands entirely tied.

"Chen Huangpi, do not be like this!"

The Brass Oil Lamp said frantically: "Upon your body exists so many ghost things! Be it the head of the Evil Buddha, or the shadow of Yama! Inside your Kidney Temple furthermore resides the Magic Tree, and there are even monks additionally keeping you company! You genuinely absolutely do not lack exactly me!"

"Contract Master, allow Huang Er to enter! I will come out to accompany you."

The Life-reaping Ghost popped its head exactly out from the Soul-Hooking Register, stating seriously: "The spiritual qi I absorbed was the absolute least! If that Tai Yizi hasn't lied, that ghost thing definitely shouldn't come searching for me quite this rapidly."

Chen Huangpi was deeply moved, saying: "A Gui, it is still you who understands reason and logic!"

"Huang Er, enter quickly!"

"Enter? I enter my ass!"

The Brass Oil Lamp turned furious from shame, stating: "I am the Nine Nether God Lantern! Could that dead child possibly be even more bizarre and eerie than I am!? If I actually genuinely entered, people unaware would presume I was actually terrified!"

If the Life-reaping Ghost hadn't abruptly popped outward to speak exactly these words.

It definitely would have genuinely drilled strictly into the Soul-Hooking Register.

Because Chen Huangpi at most would merely argue pointlessly with it multiple sentences; ultimately he definitely would still hold worries permitting it to remain outside. Yet with the Life-reaping Ghost speaking exactly thus, it truly precisely elevated it squarely up upon an inescapable pedestal directly on the spot.

The Life-reaping Ghost sighed entirely helplessly.

"Huang Er, I genuinely did not harbor whatever you are thinking."

"I know, you understand reason and logic perfectly well..."

The Brass Oil Lamp sneered completely coldly, directly hanging itself squarely upon Chen Huangpi's waist continuously feigning death, absolutely refusing to speak an additional half sentence further.

This rogue A Gui continuously harbored immense craftiness straight within its heart.

Presently Chen Huangpi slaughtered so incredibly many Arhats; acting as the Life-reaping Ghost within the Soul-Hooking Register naturally would benefit entirely off it.

Who knows, following a short passage of time, perhaps it genuinely truly might morph precisely into a Misfortune (厄难).

When that time arrives, wouldn't I inherently forcefully subjugate myself slightly inferiorly directly below it!?

The hierarchy between seniors and juniors, superiors and inferiors, absolutely strictly completely cannot be overthrown into chaos!

The Life-reaping Ghost still desired to speak further.

Yet the Brass Oil Lamp secretly transmitted a message: "A Gui, your surname is not Huang! You do not comprehend!"

The Life-reaping Ghost remained perplexed: "But your surname absolutely isn't Huang either! You are the Nine Nether God Lantern! You merely are called Huang Er, nothing else!"

The Brass Oil Lamp stated: "Therefore my potential holds absolute boundlessness."

"..."

The Life-reaping Ghost turned utterly speechless.

It genuinely completely failed to understand precisely what was inside the Brass Oil Lamp's brain.

It seemed within this Pure Immortal Temple, solely it alone remained absolutely the most definitively normal.

"Alright! A Gui, return strictly inside the Soul-Hooking Register and stay exactly there!"

Chen Huangpi stated in a low voice: "Keep an eye directly on Golden Horn! It's practically terrified to the point its gallbladder is shattering! Properly console and soothe its emotions!"

"Contract Master, I understand."

The Life-reaping Ghost nodded its head, and then drilled directly straight back into the Soul-Hooking Register.

At this moment time, Chen Huangpi divided his attention directly into two.

He hid several Evil Eyes directly upon the outside. Therefore, everything occurring externally was comprehensively secured and perceived straight into his eyes.

Speaking of which, it was additionally strange.

After that little girl entirely exited from the ancestral hall, she carried the red lantern, holding the vegetable basket, and walked directly directly into the absolutely closest adjacent house.

During daytime, Chen Huangpi remembered quite clearly there were definitely villagers residing straight within that specific house.

Upon entirely entering that house, a lamp's light ignited straight up.

Following closely subsequent to this, that little girl entirely directly walked squarely back outward from inside the house.

That house then immediately identically relapsed back down into sheer darkness.

Only the vegetable basket the little girl carried seemingly gained several extra objects fully manifested straight inside.

"Brother, you mustn't become anxious! Yaya will seek you out shortly!"

The little girl walked squarely to the doorway of another household. Just prior strictly before entering, she abruptly turned facing directly toward one specific Evil Eye of Chen Huangpi, revealing a perfectly adorable smile.