Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 20: Master Picked Up a Person

"It's over, it's over."

The brass oil lamp's eyes widened, and it said in a somewhat terrified voice, "Now there's an Evil Daoist. We really can't stay in these Hundred Thousand Mountains for another day!"

Although the Temple Master was mad, at least Chen Huangpi could control him.

As long as Chen Huangpi was alive, Huang Er would at most get a few bite marks, but its foundation wouldn't be harmed.

But that Evil Daoist.

This thing was actually transformed from a memory image of the Temple Master.

And during the time it was guarding Chen Huangpi's consciousness as it entered the fox mountain god's memory, it indeed did not find the Evil Daoist.

Chen Huangpi seriously corrected, "It's the Evil Daoist. It's not my master. It's an evil entity. It also took a drop of my blood. I must get it back."

"If you want to get it back, you go. I'm not going anyway."

The brass oil lamp shook its head like a rattle drum, "Besides, with your current strength, although you can deal with some Golden Core cultivators, it's an evil entity. You probably can't beat it."Chen Huangpi said, "It's seriously injured. If you and I team up..."

"No, no, no. If you want something done, do it yourself."

The brass oil lamp covered its head and said, "Besides, the Evil Daoist has the Temple Master's appearance. As soon as I see it, I'm already seventy percent scared. You'll only be dragging me down if you bring me along."

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Huangpi was instantly furious.

"Huang Er, how can you be so cowardly! So useless!"

"That's just how I, Huang Er, am. Those few deities weren't cowardly or useless, but their ashes were scattered by the Temple Master."

The brass oil lamp said earnestly, "Besides, I can't even sense its tracks. I don't know where to find it to take revenge."

"But..."

Chen Huangpi frowned. The Evil Daoist had a drop of his blood in its body.

He could sense it.

The Evil Daoist was still in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

But he couldn't tell the direction, didn't know where it had fled.

Obviously, the Evil Daoist had used some means to leave the Pure Immortal Temple while also hiding the drop of blood along the way, preventing Chen Huangpi from locking onto its position.

"No buts."

The brass oil lamp interrupted, "You haven't even forged the kidney temple yet, and you haven't cultivated the six yin spirits. You've only been cultivating for a day or two at most. Although you're unusual and Golden Core cultivators are like pigs and dogs to you, you have too few methods. It's not too late to hide for a while and then seek revenge."

"A gentleman's revenge is not too late even after ten years, and you're only nine."

"Damn it!"

Chen Huangpi clenched his fists and punched the air, as if to smash the Evil Daoist's kind and amiable face.

If only he were ten.

Without the naivety of a nine-year-old, he would be a secular youth.

He could kill whoever he wanted!

"Huang Er, I will endure. But if you don't help me deal with the Evil Daoist, then you have to go with me to the scripture pavilion at night, right?"

Chen Huangpi had not forgotten about treating his master's illness.

He wanted to step into the areas of the Pure Immortal Temple that only appeared at night.

"Ah... this, this isn't good, is it..."

"This isn't good, that isn't good. What exactly do you want?"

Chen Huangpi hadn't undone the Dog Rearing Scripture.

If the brass oil lamp didn't agree, then he would have to exercise his rights as the master!

"Sigh, then I'll go with you."

The brass oil lamp had a bitter face. It had just refused Chen Huangpi's request regarding the Evil Daoist, so it was indeed not good to refuse again. But the places that appeared in the Pure Immortal Temple at night were much more terrifying than during the day.

If they really went in, it could only hope that the evil entities inside had some sense and wouldn't harm the Temple Master's precious disciple.

At this time, Chen Huangpi suddenly noticed something strange about the fox mountain god.

"Huang Er, what's wrong with it again?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's dead."

The brass oil lamp said perfunctorily.

It only cared about Chen Huangpi, only cared about when they could leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Whether this fox mountain god was dead or alive was none of its business.

Chen Huangpi leaned in front of the fox mountain god and poked it with his finger.

And with this poke, a hole appeared.

With a crack, the fox mountain god's statue was covered in cracks.

You must know that although a deity's statue was made of rotten wood and clay, it was essentially indestructible.

Now that the statue cracked with a single touch, it was obviously not far from death.

Chen Huangpi understood in his heart, "The Evil Daoist was transformed from a memory image of it. The Evil Daoist ran away, so it lost that memory, which is why it's in such a miserable state."

And it seemed the Evil Daoist had used some means at the end to shatter the entire memory image.

It seemed the fox mountain god was not far from death.

In fact, Chen Huangpi's guess was correct. The fox mountain god had indeed lost that memory.

But what had truly brought it to this state was not the Evil Daoist.

To be precise, it wasn't just the Evil Daoist.

First, the white-robed old Daoist had sucked its incense dry, then the strange transformation in Chen Huangpi's sea of consciousness had swallowed a small half of its divine soul, and the Evil Daoist had jumped out of the memory to become independent.

Of course...

There was also the poke from Chen Huangpi's finger.

"Huang Er, it seems to be dying."

Chen Huangpi could no longer feel the fox mountain god's aura and said, "How about you give it a drop of lamp oil? To extend its life?"

"It's useless."

The brass oil lamp said with a lack of interest, "My lamp oil can make a deity transform, but it can't save a deity."

Chen Huangpi said, "Alright then. I saw that you and the Golden Top Heavenly Lamp look the same, so I thought your lamp oil had such a wonderful use too."

"Golden Top Heavenly Lamp? How do you know Huang Yi's name?"

The brass oil lamp was stunned, "You saw it in the memory?"

Chen Huangpi said, "So its name is Huang Yi. I saw it hanging in the world behind the painting of flying immortals. It consecrated one hundred thousand deities. It seems to be much more powerful than you!"

"Nonsense!"

The brass oil lamp cursed, "Huang Yi's path has already come to an end, while my path is still very long. What does it have to compare with me?"

"Huang Yi is a brainless thing, only knows how to be ordered around."

"It's also old-fashioned and has no humanity! In what way am I worse than it?"

"Do you know, when the Temple Master made it, he used Ten Directions Shadowless Gold, such a large piece. When it was my turn, there were only some scraps left, mixed with Shoushan copper to make do, and he even said it was enough."

"Even my name has to be ranked after it!"

"Do you think the Temple Master is biased?"

"Yes, master has always been biased."

Chen Huangpi didn't know why Huang Er was reacting so strongly.

He secretly wondered if Huang Er had also gone mad.

The more the brass oil lamp spoke, the more excited it became. When it got emotional, it couldn't help but cry, grabbing Chen Huangpi's hand and saying, "It just caught a good time. If it were me, I would definitely be ten thousand times stronger than it!"

"Chen Huangpi, you've always been the best at lying. Am I right?"

Chen Huangpi comforted, "Huang Er, you are stronger than it, more powerful than it. In my heart, you and master are both my family."

These words were spoken with sincerity.

"You're still the best. You're so dedicated even when you're lying to me."

The brass oil lamp was extremely moved, "As long as you don't ask me to help you deal with that Evil Daoist, even if you go to hell in the future, I will accompany you."

"Okay, I know."

Chen Huangpi comforted the brass oil lamp perfunctorily.

But in his heart, he was thinking, didn't master go to pick green onions? Why hasn't he come back yet?

...

On the other side, at the mountain gate of the Pure Immortal Temple, the purple-robed old Daoist that Chen Huangpi was thinking about was now holding a human-sized green onion, having been standing there for a quarter of an hour.

Opposite him was Granny Tang, her face pale, her hands and feet weak.

The two of them stared at each other.

To be precise, the purple-robed old Daoist had been staring at Granny Tang.

Granny Tang, on the other hand, was terrified.

She didn't dare to make a single move.

She had come to accompany the mountain god, and although she was prepared to die, she was at a loss after bumping into the purple-robed old Daoist as soon as she stepped through the mountain gate.

And to make matters worse, the connection with the mountain god had been completely severed.

No matter how she called out, she couldn't feel the mountain god's existence.

For a moment, she was at a stalemate with the purple-robed old Daoist.

At this time, a sharp voice sounded.

"Temple Master, you pulled me out of the ground just to eat me. What are you doing standing here with this old hag? I'm getting impatient. Let me die quickly!"

The one speaking was the human-sized green onion.

Granny Tang was greatly alarmed.

Only then did she see that at some point, a human face pattern had grown on the human-sized green onion.

The mouth on the pattern opened and closed.

And the voice came from it.

"Green onions can talk too?"

"Old hag, you came to this broken Daoist temple at the right time. Be careful Chen Huangpi doesn't see that you're old and your meat is tough, and chop you up to make soup for the Temple Master. At that time, although I'll be dead, I can still kill some of your fishy smell!"

The green onion was clamoring.

Granny Tang was even more terrified and blurted out, "Chen Huangpi is also here?"

What kind of cursed place was this Pure Immortal Temple?

There was the extremely evil white-robed old Daoist who ate deities. Now there was another purple-robed old Daoist who looked the same. Even a green onion was an evil entity and could speak human words.

And that Chen Huangpi seemed to be in this Daoist temple too.

And from the meaning of this evil entity's words, Chen Huangpi seemed not as naive as before, but a murderous demon.

"Hahaha, scared, aren't you, old hag!"

The green onion was about to clamor again, but in the next second, the purple-robed old Daoist bit off its head with a crunch.

Juice like human blood immediately flowed out.

The remaining green onion body trembled a few times, then suddenly went limp.

If it weren't for its green onion appearance, Granny Tang would have thought this purple-robed old Daoist was eating a living person.

Crunch.

Crunch.

The purple-robed old Daoist chewed on the crisp and juicy green onion head while looking at Granny Tang with a strange gaze.

That gaze was not like looking at a living person.

It was more like looking at a green onion.

As he looked, he muttered, "Huangpi'er said he wanted to eat clear soup noodles, but there's clearly a person here. People are delicious, but the clear soup noodles Huangpi'er makes are even more delicious. To eat or not to eat?"

"If I eat her, and Huangpi'er finds out, he'll definitely scold me again."

"He's grown up, he already talks back to me."

As soon as his voice fell, the purple-robed old Daoist instantly appeared in front of Granny Tang.

"Tell me, should I eat you or not?"

Granny Tang was so scared she kept backing away.

But no matter how she backed away, the purple-robed old Daoist always stood in front of her, as if the distance between them was fixed.

"Since you're not talking, I'll take that as your tacit consent."

...

"Alright, Huang Er, don't cry."

Chen Huangpi helplessly comforted the brass oil lamp, holding it in his arms.

The latter wailed loudly, as if to vent all the resentment in its heart over the years.

"The Temple Master is just biased. He was like this when he wasn't mad, and he's still like this after he went mad."

"He clearly has many disciples, but he loves you the most. Even when he's mad, he still thinks you're the most fragrant and delicious."

"But how does he treat me? Why doesn't he divide Huang Yi into several thousand pieces too?"

"If I ever get the chance in the future, I'll definitely... offer up the Temple Master too!"

The brass oil lamp's tone changed, and it immediately jumped out of Chen Huangpi's arms.

Then it said fawningly and humbly to the entrance.

"Temple Master, you're back?"

"Master is back?"

Chen Huangpi looked at the entrance and saw the purple-robed old Daoist dragging Granny Tang in excitedly.

"Huangpi'er, it's really strange today. While picking a green onion, your master picked up another person at the mountain gate. Quickly sharpen the knife and start the pot. Let's have some meat."

(End of Chapter)