Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 185: Life and Death Are But Within Five Breaths

That little girl wanted to cook.

Wanted to cook for her human-faced fish family members.

She searched house by house within this Evil-Suppressing Village.

Chen Huangpi didn't know if she was using the time of those villagers to cook, or using something else to cook.

He only knew, that little girl had discovered him.

She looked over following the Evil Eye.

All along, whether it were cultivators Chen Huangpi encountered, or deities.

Even if those existences were extremely formidable.

It was impossible for them to follow his Evil Eye and look over.

That little girl was the bait on the fishing rod.But what kind of bait was this terrifying?

"Could she possibly be an Immortal?"

The Brass Oil Lamp said trembling with fear: "Guanzhu's fishing rod, although I haven't seen it, definitely isn't any ordinary good. The bait used for fishing also definitely possesses a tremendous background; can you see her cultivation?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head saying: "I can already no longer see it entirely."

During the day, that little girl's cultivation was merely at the Golden Core realm.

Displaying absolute harmlessness to humans and beasts.

Even Tai Yizi only dared to kill her during the day.

But right now it was night.

Chen Huangpi genuinely couldn't see through that little girl's cultivation.

What made him somewhat baffled was...

The opponent seemingly wasn't an evil spirit.

The Brass Oil Lamp's heart was both shocked and terrified, stating indignantly: "If we were within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, we could still beg Guanzhu to save our lives; yet this ghost place genuinely seems to be the product reflected outward by a certain Almighty Existence's personal cave world."

"I cannot even feel my avatars."

Even when located within the outside world, the connection between the Brass Oil Lamp and its avatars wasn't blocked.

It was solely when within the Underworld Yellow Spring that they couldn't be perceived.

Because the Hundred Thousand Mountains, at any rate, was still situated within the human world.

"That old thing Tai Yizi stated, back then he came to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to beg for Guanzhu's shelter, yet ended up bumping into a Daoist wearing a golden mask dropping poison into the river; could this ghost place also be created by that Daoist?"

The more the Brass Oil Lamp thought about it, the more bizarre it felt: "Capable of concocting that many Heaven Toxin Pills, and furthermore actually daring to do this kind of thing; it definitely must be an Almighty Existence with cultivation reaching the heavens. Could the world we're currently situated within possibly be related to that Daoist?"

It definitely wasn't lacking this possibility.

But Chen Huangpi presently didn't wish to ponder these affairs anymore.

Not to mention the clues were too few, unable to deduce the sequence of events.

Even if deduced, he was afraid it also couldn't resolve the present predicament.

Thinking of this.

Chen Huangpi lowered his voice and said: "Huang Er, if it genuinely comes down to it, morph into an evil spirit."

To deal with that little girl alone.

His heart genuinely severely lacked confidence, but if adding the Nine Nether God Lantern morphed into an evil spirit, perhaps they might still hold the strength for a single battle.

The Brass Oil Lamp stated vigilantly: "Chen Huangpi, you once again wish to trick me into cultivating the Dog Rearing Scripture, am I right?"

Although it would become incredibly powerful after morphing into an evil spirit, its sanity would be twisted.

The sole method, was exactly to utilize the Dog Rearing Scripture to control itself.

But it had painstakingly acquired the opportunity to be a lamp.

To be a dog again...

Seemingly seeing through the Brass Oil Lamp's worries, Chen Huangpi stated seriously: "Once this matter concludes, I will definitely remove the Dog Rearing Scripture for you. If you absolutely do not believe it, you and I can draw up a written guarantee on the Soul-Hooking Register."

"You say that exactly as if I could do anything against you if you breach the contract."

The Brass Oil Lamp rolled its nonexistent eyes, refusing: "Stop thinking about it! I will absolutely not cultivate the Dog Rearing Scripture!"

Although morphing into an evil spirit was easy.

It also depended upon the circumstances.

Right now, the Brass Oil Lamp absolutely did not wish to morph into an evil spirit.

Because it felt, even if it morphed into an evil spirit, it might still hold absolutely zero capabilities against that little girl.

Furthermore, after morphing into an evil spirit, don't even think about changing back without returning to the Pure Immortal Temple.

When that time arrived, if any mishap occurred by any chance.

It would genuinely hold absolutely zero methods entirely.

"Without becoming an evil spirit, I am identically capable of living and dying together with you."

The Brass Oil Lamp stated in a low voice: "Give me a bit of time, allow me to properly ponder it; I continuously feel there exists a method to break out of this predicament."

"Huang Er, even I cannot think of it, can you think of it?"

"Nonsense, have you not heard a saying?"

"What saying?"

"Dog eyes can see things human eyes cannot see."

The Brass Oil Lamp sneered coldly: "If you cannot think of it, it does not mean I cannot think of it."

"Alright, in this specific aspect, I indeed am inferior to you."

Chen Huangpi had no methods, and was forced to solely choose to believe the Brass Oil Lamp.

He had solely ridden dogs, never acted as a dog.

Being entirely incapable of seeing things Huang Er could see, naturally he also couldn't think of the method to break the predicament it could think of.

Withdrawing the vast majority of the Evil Eyes back.

Solely leaving a few outside to serve as warning signals.

Chen Huangpi returned directly within that main hall whose east and west rooms were completely sealed off by bricks, stones, and mud, where a memorial tablet was enshrined.

Carefully closing the door tightly.

Chen Huangpi similarly entirely did not understand exactly what meaning Tai Yizi held when stating towards him that this house was a significantly excellent hiding place.

Such houses were spread entirely everywhere within the Evil-Suppressing Village.

Yet those houses seemingly failed to block that little girl.

The most critical point was, aside from the Evil Eye being fundamentally incapable of seeing directly through this house, any other bizarre or strange points, Chen Huangpi had genuinely discovered none whatsoever.

"Could that memorial tablet possibly be a magical treasure?"

Chen Huangpi pondered inwardly in his heart: "Sitting fully awaiting death absolutely isn't my desire; I might as well properly probe around slightly, perhaps there might still exist a turning point."

Keeping this exact thought in mind, Chen Huangpi walked squarely before that memorial tablet.

The memorial tablet was painted with red lacquer.

Written upon it strictly with a white pen read: Memorial Tablet of Wang Dayong, Eighth Son of the Wang Family.

This place was far too eerie; Chen Huangpi was completely unwilling to utilize his hands to touch it. He therefore activated the exact power of the Magic Tree, manifesting a tree branch clutched exactly within his hand, gently prodding that memorial tablet lightly.

Clatter/Bang...

That memorial tablet fell squarely onto the altar table.

"Chen Huangpi!!"

The Brass Oil Lamp's heart lurched strongly, hastily screaming: "What the hell exactly are you fiddling with!?"

"Nothing much..."

Chen Huangpi furrowed his brows saying: "I precisely presumed this memorial tablet held certain bizarre and strange functions, yet the outcome proved I merely overthought it entirely."

Hearing these words.

The Brass Oil Lamp uncontrollably rolled its nonexistent eyes.

That memorial tablet was identically merely a memorial tablet.

This house, identically entirely was just merely a house.

The absolute solitary bizarre objects were exactly merely those two entirely sealed rooms spanning left and right.

Yet exactly securely right within this precise moment time.

Clatter/Bang...

"Chen Huangpi!!!"

"This time it genuinely entirely absolutely wasn't me..."

"It wasn't you!?"

The Brass Oil Lamp focused its eyes for an absolute close look. Chen Huangpi stood honestly right upon his original spot, utterly lacking any action or movement whatsoever.

That memorial tablet also peacefully lay perfectly exactly upon that altar table.

Yet just fully precisely right now, there unequivocally resounded a clattering sound. Precisely as if something dropped firmly upon the ground.

Could it possibly be there actually still remained someone entirely else situated precisely within this very house...

Chen Huangpi and the Brass Oil Lamp entirely locked their gazes.

The complexions pertaining exactly to both of their faces promptly incredibly significantly paled.

"Huang Er, completely cease shivering! Your lamp oil is practically shivering entirely out."

"Original Family, it absolutely is you shivering!"

The Brass Oil Lamp spoke in sheer horrific panic: "Did you hear where that exact noise emanated from?"

"It seemingly resounded directly exactly behind that corresponding left wall..."

Just merely instantly following Chen Huangpi finishing his words.

Abruptly...

Clatter/Bang...

That specific sound of falling onto the ground resounded entirely upward anew exactly one extra further time.

"Go over and check it out!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth, forcing himself to walk over.

This house possessed three rooms in total. Naturally, the left side of the main hall was the west room. The sound emanated specifically from behind the door that had been entirely sealed shut using bricks, stones, and slathered with mud.

Clatter/Bang...

"It's precisely inside."

Chen Huangpi stated in a low voice: "Huang Er, I will smash open this wall. You stand guard for me."

As the saying goes, how can one allow others to sleep deeply identically beside the bed one rests upon.

Chen Huangpi was currently hiding right within this utterly bizarre house.

If he failed to clarify precisely what object resided within that west room, his heart genuinely held absolutely zero assurance.

Thud!

Chen Huangpi ruthlessly punched precisely upon this wall.

Yet what caused sheer absolute disbelief was, after this punch landed downward, the wall was actually entirely flawlessly intact and utterly undamaged.

"Let me attempt it!"

Opening its mouth, the Brass Oil Lamp spewed outward a stream of True Fire.

That True Fire presented a crimson-white coloration.

It had successively fused precisely the absolute capabilities of two specific avatars. Even if deities encountered this identical True Fire, they similarly would instantly entirely be incinerated to the extent of fundamentally lacking entirely even leftover residue completely.

Yet, it was absolutely useless.

The True Fire identically proved entirely incapable of melting exactly this specific wall.

"This..."

The Brass Oil Lamp was dumbfounded: "This wall clearly uses ordinary materials, how come it's exactly like our Pure Immortal Temple, entirely incapable of being damaged?"

At this exact moment, that clattering noise of an object dropping resounded once again.

"Let me use this and give it a try."

As Chen Huangpi spoke, he forcefully slapped the Soul-Hooking Register.

A pickaxe flew out from within it, landing precisely within his hand.

This pickaxe was specifically given to him by those Yin Gods when he was in the Underworld Yellow Spring, exclusively meant for digging Soul-Restoring Jade.

Although it did not possess any miraculous might.

It was exceptionally sharp, invincible and indestructible.

Sometimes, it was even significantly more useful than the Void-Piercing Sword.

Chen Huangpi grasped the pickaxe firmly, ruthlessly chiselling completely downward facing the wall.

Clatter...

The wall was immediately chiselled out a large opening by the pickaxe.

Phew...

Chen Huangpi blew aside the dust and smoke.

Following that opening, he precisely beheld the scene entirely situated within this secretive, deeply mysterious west room.

The interior of the west room was fully pitch black.

Yet exactly at this moment.

A point of dim lamplight abruptly lit up.

Relying exactly on that dim lamplight, Chen Huangpi saw that not only was the door of this west room perfectly sealed, even the windows were completely sealed from the inside, pasted everywhere with talisman paper.

Those talisman paper similarly possessed the function of isolating the intrusion of outer evil.

Only, the feeling it gave Chen Huangpi was not as good as Tai Yizi's arrangement.

The west room wasn't large.

Inside was placed a bed, and further possessed a curtain acting to conceal.

Beside the head of the bed rested an oil lamp.

That oil lamp was covered entirely in bronze patina.

It was a bronze oil lamp...

The Brass Oil Lamp was struck entirely with frantic panic, speaking directly out: "This is a bronze oil lamp from the God-Burying Mound. How could there be one here?"

When entering the God-Burying Mound back then.

It and Chen Huangpi had discovered that location was exactly like the Old Temple.

Countless bronze oil lamps suppressed Yi Qingzhou in the deepest part of the God-Burying Mound.

Those bronze oil lamps could not be moved.

Otherwise, Yi Qingzhou, having transformed into an evil spirit, would come out from inside.

Chen Huangpi said: "Golden Top Heavenly Lamp, Nine Nether God Lantern, could there genuinely exist a third lamp..."

"Impossible!"

The Brass Oil Lamp said: "This thing is identical to the ones in the God-Burying Mound; they all look like me, but in reality, they are fundamentally not the same thing at all. This is a dead object, Guanzhu would not create this kind of thing."

"What if someone else created it?"

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice: "That Daoist wearing a golden mask, he can concoct Heaven Toxin Pills, perhaps he can also create this kind of thing, therefore this ghost place has the existence of a bronze oil lamp."

"If that's the case, then wasn't the God-Burying Mound also his handiwork?"

The Brass Oil Lamp sneered: "You definitely overthought it. Yi Qingzhou is also an Immortal. Besides Guanzhu, who would dare to treat him like that?"

"However..."

Chen Huangpi was just about to open his mouth.

Abruptly, an old, skinny arm, so emaciated that not a single trace of muscle could be seen and resembling merely skin and bones, stretched out from the curtain, knocking that bronze oil lamp right down onto the ground.

Clatter/Bang...

Following closely subsequent to this, that hand pulled open a corner of the curtain.

An old man whose hair and teeth had all fallen out, possessing a hunched figure, and so skinny he resembled a dried corpse entirely drained of moisture, turned his head sideways, staring fixatedly at Chen Huangpi and the Brass Oil Lamp currently lying prone pressing against the wall opening looking at him.

This old man opened his mouth wide, desiring to say something.

But in the next second, he directly swallowed his final breath.

And then, an occurrence Chen Huangpi entirely never anticipated actually unfolded.

At the exact instant that old man swallowed his final breath.

Every single object within the entire room seemingly became completely manipulated by a certain formless, invisible power; time was flowing backward.

The bronze oil lamp dropped upon the ground returned to its original spot.

The curtain was similarly pulled shut.

Then the inside of the room fell perfectly into darkness.

And then, a dim lamplight gracefully lit up.

A hand poke out from the curtain, knocking over that bronze oil lamp.

Clatter/Bang...

Repeating, repeating...

Repeating once again...

Chen Huangpi silently counted briefly: "Five breaths. This person's time is only five breaths. He is completely trapped within the final five breaths right before his death. But earlier, when I initially entered, why didn't I hear this clattering sound?"

"Could it be because I knocked over that memorial tablet, so he knew there was someone else in the house, and thus attempted to attract my attention?"

"Quickly look, this old man is waving his hand towards us."

The Brass Oil Lamp said: "Is it possible he wishes for us to enter?"