Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 28: Figures Like Candles

The scripture pavilion was deathly silent.

Chen Huangpi stood on one side, facing the area where half of the scripture pavilion had disappeared, replaced by darkness.

The brass oil lamp hung from his waist.

The person and the lamp both felt their hair stand on end.

They felt uneasy all over.

Before, when the brass oil lamp hadn't come in, it had mentioned that many Daoists had died near the scripture pavilion.

Therefore, there were many evil entities.

Chen Huangpi knew that those evil entities had all once been the outer disciples that his master had brought from the Da Qian Immortal Dynasty to the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Their cultivation was all very terrifying.

They could create gods, and they could also turn gods into dust with a flick of their horsetail whisks.

The evil entities transformed from such Daoists must be extremely terrifying.And before entering the scripture pavilion, Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp had scouted the surroundings.

But they hadn't seen a single evil entity.

From the outside, they could see the inside of the scripture pavilion, which had been split in half.

If it weren't for the sword qi at the fracture making him feel intense pain, he would have climbed in from the outside long ago.

Even so, they hadn't seen any evil entities inside from the outside.

So Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp had entered the scripture pavilion with peace of mind.

But, as soon as they entered, they discovered that while they could see the inside from the outside, they couldn't see the outside from the inside. They could only see a darkness like a waterfall or a curtain.

Terrifying gazes were hidden in the darkness.

Chen Huangpi looked at them.

They were also looking at Chen Huangpi.

But the former stood in the light of the brass oil lamp, while the latter was in the darkness and did not show themselves.

"Chen Huangpi, what should we do?"

The brass oil lamp transmitted its voice warily, "The state of these evil entities is a bit strange. Whether we go or stay, you decide."

It vaguely felt that this place was unusual.

Even the evil entities were the same.

But it couldn't figure out why.

Could it be the work of the existence that had split the scripture pavilion in half?

Chen Huangpi looked at the darkness. After hesitating for a moment, he made a decision.

"Ignore them. We'll just take a few medicine classics and leave."

As he spoke, Chen Huangpi really did ignore the evil entities and walked straight to the bookshelf on the side.

On the bookshelf, there were many books.

But they were very messy.

It was as if someone had been rummaging through them in a hurry and hadn't had time to put them back.

"Huang Er, you help me look too."

Chen Huangpi said and reached out to take a book.

This was a scripture.

The Xuanhuang Nine Chapters Daoist Scripture.

"I've read this one. It's not a medicine classic."

Chen Huangpi put it down. The Pure Immortal Temple originally had many Daoist scriptures.

Reading them could calm the mind and guard against arrogance and impatience.

It could also help one learn to read and understand reason.

But none of them involved cultivation methods.

Because when his master was lucid, he had said that he couldn't cultivate.

"Killing Sword Art?"

Chen Huangpi's eyes lit up. If it was a cultivation technique, then he would take it with him.

But as soon as he opened it, he strangely found that every page of the Killing Sword Art was blank.

"How strange. There's a name but no content. How is one supposed to cultivate this?"

Chen Huangpi took out another cultivation method.

This was a technique called the Feather Transformation Divine Scripture.

But similarly, there were no words when he opened it.

Chen Huangpi was confused and looked through them one by one.

A moment later, Chen Huangpi was stunned.

All the books on the bookshelf in front of him, except for a few Daoist scriptures that had words, were all blank.

And the few Daoist scriptures were all ones he had read before.

"Why are all the cultivation techniques blank? Were the words deliberately erased, or is it because I don't have the Ascension Token, so I'm not allowed to see them?"

Chen Huangpi couldn't figure it out.

So he called out, "Huang Er, is it the same on your side?"

"Don't mention it, not a single word!"

The brass oil lamp grew slender legs and sixteen arms, holding a scripture in each hand, and ran over quickly.

The scriptures were thrown on the ground.

"I've been looking for a long time, looking horizontally and vertically, even looking through the cracks of the books, but I can't see a single word."

"It's like this for cultivation techniques, alchemy recipes, and artifact refining methods. Even the books on planting spiritual fields and cultivating rice seeds are empty."

"Look, only these few have words, and more than half of them are blank."

Chen Huangpi casually picked up a few.

He found that they were still Daoist scriptures.

The first half talked about reason, and the second half talked about cultivation.

But the part about cultivation didn't have a single word.

"Someone must have deliberately erased these words."

The brass oil lamp maliciously speculated, "It must have been the Temple Master. When you couldn't cultivate, he couldn't even eat you. If he taught you how to cultivate, what would happen then?"

"No, it's definitely not."

Chen Huangpi immediately denied the brass oil lamp's words, "If master didn't want me to cultivate, why would he pass on the dharma to me?"

"That's an evil art!"

"Before, you were immune to fire and water, with thick skin and flesh, even harder than me."

"But now you're starting to feel pain. Don't you understand yet?"

The brass oil lamp felt that its guess was correct.

Only Chen Huangpi, this fool, was kept in the dark, always talking about his master.

Chen Huangpi said unhappily, "If it's as you say, why didn't master pass on the evil art to me before?"

"Before was before, now is now."

The brass oil lamp jumped onto Chen Huangpi's head and said seriously, "Before, the Temple Master still patrolled the mountains. Now he's mad. Do you see him patrolling the mountains anymore?"

Chen Huangpi said, "I've grown up. I can patrol the mountains."

"If master didn't want me to cultivate, then why did he tell me what cultivation was when I asked him before?"

"This..."

The brass oil lamp was stumped and could only say, "Alright, you have a point. Maybe it really wasn't the Temple Master."

"What about the medicine classics?"

"I didn't see any."

The brass oil lamp shook its head, "I suspect there are no medicine classics in the scripture pavilion at all. After all, what cultivator needs a medicine classic to treat illnesses? Even if they get sick, it's a matter of taking a pill and all illnesses will be gone."

"Then did you see any alchemy recipes?"

Although Chen Huangpi had never refined pills, he was often refined.

If he had an alchemy recipe in hand, he would go back and refine pills like crazy right now.

"No, not a single word."

Although he had known it would be like this, Chen Huangpi still felt a wave of disappointment.

A pill down the stomach, and all illnesses would be gone.

If he fed one to his master, wouldn't he be able to cure his master's madness immediately?

Seeing Chen Huangpi's dejection, the brass oil lamp comforted him, "Don't be sad. You have to think on the bright side. Although we were almost killed by that demon tree and mocked by two watchdogs, at least we, a wild dog and a three-inch nail, came here for nothing, right?"

Chen Huangpi forced a smile, "Thank you, Huang Er. You're still comforting me at a time like this."

The brass oil lamp was stunned.

For a moment, it actually felt a wave of guilt.

"Family, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you. It was my fault."

Chen Huangpi shook his head, "It's okay, I don't care."

As he spoke, he activated the Dog Rearing Scripture.

He turned the brass oil lamp into a running dog.

"Surnamed Chen, you can't afford to lose, can you!"

"You broken lamp, you were the one being sarcastic first!"

Four eyes met, man and dog glaring at each other.

The next second, a strange sound suddenly sounded.

Rustle, rustle, like the sound of pages turning.

The air was also filled with the scent of ink.

Chen Huangpi turned his head to look.

He saw that at some point, the dark area where half of the scripture pavilion had disappeared had silently moved towards him.

The sound and the scent of ink came from inside.

"Huang Er, did you see that?"

Chen Huangpi swallowed hard, his footsteps involuntarily retreating.

"Family, I'm already starting to get scared."

The brass oil lamp's four legs were trembling.

Chen Huangpi had the mortal eyes of a fleshly body.

It was only because the Dog Rearing Scripture allowed their minds to be connected that Chen Huangpi's spiritual sense had become so sharp.

But it was different.

It was not a person. Its lamp oil could help people open their heavenly eyes.

Let alone its own eyes.

Besides the Temple Master, no evil entity could escape its two dog...

Pah, true eyes!

At this very moment, the brass oil lamp saw that in the darkness, there were vague figures. The figures were all different. Some looked like people, some like ghosts, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, extremely strange.

Those figures had been there from the beginning.

But before, they had been watching silently in the darkness, without any movement.

But now, they were all reaching out their hands to push the curtain-like darkness towards them.

Like pushing a wall.

Although Chen Huangpi could only feel their gazes, he could see the darkness moving.

Even the bookshelf closest to the darkness had been silently devoured by it.

"Let's go!"

Without even thinking, Chen Huangpi picked up the brass oil lamp and ran.

The brass oil lamp shouted, "Put me down, I'm faster. Let me carry you and run."

One person and one dog, in the blink of an eye, became intimate again.

There was no sign of the previous tension.

Chen Huangpi rode on the brass oil lamp's back.

The brass oil lamp's speed was indeed very fast.

It was almost like a bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, it rushed to the entrance.

The gate of the scripture pavilion was not closed. He could see the two Diting's children, who were pretending to be stone statues, crawling on the foundation of the entrance.

But the next second, the moment the brass oil lamp's four feet crossed the threshold, about to land but not yet landed, the scene before its eyes suddenly changed.

With a thud, the brass oil lamp, carrying Chen Huangpi, jumped back into the scripture pavilion.

Before them was a waterfall of darkness.

The air was filled with the scent of ink and the rustling sound of pages turning.

Chen Huangpi's face turned pale, "Huang Er, why did you bring me back again?"

"You think I want to?"

The brass oil lamp said in terror, "It's these evil entities. They want to keep us. They don't want to let us go."

As its voice fell, the brass oil lamp gritted its teeth and jumped towards the entrance again, carrying Chen Huangpi.

But it was still the same.

They were clearly running out, but as soon as they left, they were back in the scripture pavilion.

"Golden Horn, Silver Horn, stop playing dead. The evil entities in here are about to cause trouble!"

The brass oil lamp shouted and directly spewed a streak of true fire out of the entrance.

But what was strange was that as soon as the true fire rushed out of the entrance, Chen Huangpi saw that streak of true fire coming back at him from outside the entrance.

"Dodge quickly! I can't control it anymore!"

The brass oil lamp tried to retract the true fire, but it found that as soon as the true fire left the entrance, it was no longer under its control when it came back.

With a whoosh, in the blink of an eye, Chen Huangpi was engulfed in flames.

"Chen Huangpi, Chen Huangpi!"

"I'm fine."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and patted out the true fire on his body.

This made the brass oil lamp breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're okay. I was afraid that after your six senses became sensitive, your body would no longer be immune to fire and water like before."

You must know that it had been so scared just now that its soul was about to fly out.

It was afraid of hurting Chen Huangpi.

If that happened, not to mention what the Temple Master would do, it wouldn't be able to forgive itself.

Chen Huangpi didn't notice the brass oil lamp's thoughts.

His attention was currently focused on the moving darkness.

In just this short moment, many of the books in the scripture pavilion had been devoured by this darkness.

It was only a few feet away from him.

Right now, he couldn't leave the scripture pavilion.

And he couldn't make contact with the outside world.

The only way was to fight.

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and directly cut out a streak of Grand Duke Demon Slaying sword qi.

This sword qi carried the will to break demons and exterminate evil.

It was also mixed with a wisp of black smoke.

But as soon as this sword strike entered the darkness, it immediately came back from the entrance.

Chen Huangpi shattered the sword qi with a punch.

The wisp of black smoke drilled back into his body.

"My sword qi can even injure the demon tree. Why is it fine?"

Chen Huangpi didn't believe in heresy. He formed a sword finger, and the sword qi that had flown back instantly surged, circling around him, and then slashed at the darkness again.

But after repeating this one more time, Chen Huangpi gave up.

He said with a bitter face, "Huang Er, do something..."

(End of Chapter)