Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 19: Ten Thousand Deities Ground to Dust

That voice was incomparably intoxicated, incomparably satisfied.

Incomparably eager for more.

It even stuffed its entire palm into its mouth, its tongue not letting go of a single trace of blood, until even the smell of blood had completely disappeared, only then did it reluctantly take its hand out.

"You've gone too far!!!"

Chen Huangpi's face was flushed with anger, and he gritted his teeth, "What kind of evil thing are you, why are you pretending to be my master to trick me!"

The latter then leisurely patted the dust off its body and said coldly, "That mountain god's statue was created during the time of the heavenly change. Although it was a failure, it coincidentally obtained this memory. The poor Dao in its memory is naturally the poor Dao."

"You're lying!"

Chen Huangpi said, "Memories are dead."

The other party said, "That's right, but you are alive. You are different from the beginning. You are already nine years old. This is a rarer and more strange thing than the dead coming back to life or the world turning upside down. It was you who brought this memory to life."

Chen Huangpi had a sudden realization, "So, you are actually just this memory. If the fox mountain god forgets this memory, you will die."Hearing this, it said noncommittally, "Huangpi'er, your master will give you one last lesson."

"For every word spoken, there must be knowledge. The more unbelievably powerful an existence is, the more you should not be tainted by memories related to it."

"Otherwise, those existences will surely be like me, trying every means to hurt you, break your flesh and blood, and taste the flavor of a new life."

With that, it let out a long cry and muttered, "With your blood, your master can leave this memory. From now on, the sky is high for the bird to fly, and the sea is wide for the fish to leap."

Chen Huangpi corrected, "My true body did not come in. My blood is not real."

But it said, "Then you remember, if you enter another's memory like this in the future, your thoughts must be this firm."

"Have you not heard, when the false is taken for the true, the true also becomes false?"

Chen Huangpi understood.

So it was that his thoughts were not firm enough.

That's why he was shaken by this thing's talk of filial piety, and in the end, he chopped his own arm with a knife.

He had broken his own defense.

However, on second thought, he now knew what was going on. If he encountered this kind of thing again in the future, the existences in those memories wouldn't be able to use this method to trick him out of his blood.

This thing had already succeeded, but it was reminding him everywhere not to make the same mistake.

It had gone ashore, opened its umbrella, but it wanted to kick others into the river, snatch their umbrellas, and block the road.

It was truly wicked to the core.

"I'm so angry!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth. How could he be so humiliated by this thing? He kept telling himself in his mind, it's all fake, it's all fake, I didn't bleed, I didn't bleed.

"A futile effort."

It shook its head, its gaze at Chen Huangpi filled with ridicule.

"What has been eaten by your master, how can it be spat..."

Before it could finish, the face that was just like Chen Huangpi's master's suddenly turned pale. It quickly covered its mouth, nose, and closed its eyes.

But soon, its entire face turned a faint black.

As if ink had spread.

And it wasn't just its face. All of its skin, and even its white hair, turned pitch black.

In the blink of an eye, it had become a pitch-black person.

Under its skin, it was as if living things were swimming, rising and falling.

Something was about to drill out of its body.

Chen Huangpi only glanced at it.

A thought appeared in his mind.

"It's the black smoke!"

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "After I practiced First Master's Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art, black smoke would occasionally come out. That black smoke is extremely strange. I didn't expect it to be in my blood too. It ate my blood, it's definitely going to have a stomachache."

However, this thought was only fleeting.

Because Chen Huangpi knew that it was because he kept telling himself it was fake, that he hadn't bled, that this change had occurred.

"Fake, fake, it's all fake!"

Chen Huangpi didn't look at it, just muttered to himself.

The pitch-black Daoist could no longer be recognized as a person.

Its body swelled up like a dead pig bloated with water.

Its skin became thinner and thinner.

He could even see the few drops of blood under its skin.

Each drop of blood was surrounded by billowing black smoke, emitting an extremely strange aura.

Just like the essence qi between Chen Huangpi's two kidneys, which forged the kidney temple day and night, they also seemed to be alive.

And now, they wanted to return to Chen Huangpi's body.

The pitch-black Daoist hated Chen Huangpi to the extreme.

It was the fox mountain god's memory of Chen Huangpi's master.

But it was also because Chen Huangpi had brought it to life.

Right now, it had already obtained Chen Huangpi's blood and had the chance to jump out and become an evil existence. Naturally, it was unwilling to return the blood.

But, its body was swelling larger and larger.

Its skin was also becoming thinner and thinner, and the blood was already showing signs of drilling out.

Pfft...

Like a needle piercing an inflated balloon, a drop of blood surrounded by black smoke drilled out of the pitch-black Daoist's swollen skin.

The blood instantly entered Chen Huangpi's body.

The Daoist's swollen body also immediately shrank.

"No!!"

It roared, unwillingly covering the hole with its hand. But two drops of blood took this opportunity to escape from its mouth.

"Come back, come back!"

It hadn't gotten much blood in the first place.

After losing three drops in a row, it only had two drops left.

The drop of blood twisted wildly in its body, but its body shrank rapidly, becoming as thin as before, and no longer pitch black.

"Why does your blood have such a heretical thing?"

The information it knew all came from this memory image itself.

But it had no idea why Chen Huangpi's blood had such a strange black smoke.

If Chen Huangpi's true body were here, the black smoke would probably have been able to completely pollute it in an instant.

Even if it was essentially a memory image.

"I've grown up, so of course black smoke comes out!"

Chen Huangpi sneered, "My master told me. You, a fake, naturally wouldn't know."

"Wrong, wrong, all wrong!"

It still said in a pretentious tone, "Even if you've grown up, it's impossible for such a thing to naturally grow on your body. This thing is alive. It does not originate from you."

Chen Huangpi was dismissive.

He didn't believe this damn thing's words at all.

Seeing that it still had the mind to fool him, he shouted at the blood in his heart, "Blood, oh blood, this is your home. Come back quickly. Don't linger outside. There are bad people outside!"

The two drops of blood seemed to have really heard Chen Huangpi's voice.

Like tired birds returning to their nest, they charged back crazily, wanting to go home.

"Here, here!"

It couldn't take it anymore. No matter how strange or powerful Chen Huangpi's master was, it was ultimately just a memory.

And it wasn't even Chen Huangpi's master's memory, but a related image that another deity statue, which was still a dead thing at this time, had luckily recorded.

If it continued to let the blood charge like this, it felt that it would completely dissipate.

No, to be precise, these memories were already dissipating.

It was just that the surroundings were dark, so it wasn't showing.

A drop of blood was really spat out by it.

"There's still one drop!"

Chen Huangpi kept urging. He didn't want to give this thing a single drop of blood. He wanted to take it all back.

A small favor is a kindness, a big favor is a grudge.

If you give too much rice, you have to snatch it back.

Moreover, it was the other party who had snatched his blood first!

However, this last drop of blood was related to its foundation, and it was unwilling to return it to Chen Huangpi.

"Forget it, forget it. It's already a great fortune to get one drop of blood. Huangpi'er, we, master and disciple, will meet again if fate allows."

Chen Huangpi said resentfully, "You are not my master. Don't call me Huangpi'er!"

He increased the force of urging the blood to return.

But the other party didn't care anymore. It could barely handle one drop of blood.

"Forget it, forget it. Huangpi'er, you are unwilling to call me master. I don't blame you. When we meet again in the future, you can call me the Evil Daoist. At that time, I want all your flesh and blood to be mine."

After the Evil Daoist finished speaking, it crashed into the huge golden wall.

With a crash, the golden wall, of unknown thickness, instantly shattered like paper.

The surrounding images also shattered at once.

Chen Huangpi fell into darkness, and pieces of memory fragments flew past him.

The memory fragments were still playing images.

Chen Huangpi saw the image of Xu Qingshan with a mouth on his arm. In the image, he cut off his arm, but it grew back out of thin air. The mouth on the arm opened, revealing ferocious teeth. The ground was covered with severed arms.

The arms supported themselves with their fingers and jumped towards Xu Qingshan.

He also saw the Daoist with a dead baby's face on the back of his head. But that Daoist was already dead. The dead baby was riding on his head, its umbilical cord connected to the back of his head, controlling his movements freely.

"So, in the fox mountain god's memory images, they all died like this, and even turned into evil entities after death!"

Chen Huangpi didn't know what the Evil Daoist had done.

But all the memory images were shattered, no longer in a system, and no longer in chronological order.

It seemed that a large part of the memories had been taken away by the Evil Daoist.

Chen Huangpi never knew why his master wanted to create one hundred thousand deities.

He only knew that those deities would be sent to the dark area, but he didn't know why the deities who went in never came out again.

He didn't see his master, nor did he see the Senior Brother of those Daoists.

And at this time, a memory fragment floated in front of him.

The image in the memory fragment was a corner of the huge golden wall.

The huge golden wall had a crack, like a door.

Through the crack, Chen Huangpi caught a glimpse of a scene that shocked him to the core.

Behind the crack was an incomparably huge space.

Like an altar, with an unknown number of layers.

Chains fixed the five corners of the altar.

At the other end of the chains were five massive five-clawed golden dragons, constantly pulling the altar to rotate. The layers of the altar rotated with a crunching sound.

One by one, the deities walked onto the altar and were instantly ground into dust.

This was no altar, it was clearly a millstone!

Chen Huangpi also saw a deity that had been previously consecrated by the Golden Top Heavenly Lamp.

Its body was full of the marks of time, and its aura was also very powerful.

It seemed that after entering that dark area, many years had passed. It could be called a true god.

However, there were an unknown number of such true gods.

"Perhaps there really are one hundred thousand deities. One hundred thousand deities ground into dust. Why would master do this?"

Chen Huangpi murmured in his heart, looking at the very center of the altar.

Intuition told him that if it weren't for the incident with the Evil Daoist, when the memory image reached this point, his master should have been standing in that position.

"Evil Daoist, you are too wicked! I will definitely find you and take back my blood!"

Chen Huangpi shouted.

The next second, his whole person opened his eyes.

He was back in the kitchen of the Pure Immortal Temple, in front of the stove.

"Chen Huangpi, you're awake!"

It was Huang Er's voice.

Chen Huangpi immediately said, "Huang Er, did you see the Evil Daoist? The evil thing that looks exactly like my master."

(End of Chapter)