Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 30: Master Will Vent Your Anger for You

Inside the Pure Immortal Temple, a golden light flashed.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp were in the main hall.

But he didn't feel a trace of joy.

Instead, he said anxiously, "Huang Er, how are you? Are you feeling okay?"

Before, when the brass oil lamp was giving those instructions, Chen Huangpi had already realized that something was wrong.

But he had never experienced life and death.

He just instinctively felt uneasy and terrified, not knowing what would happen.

"I'm so panicked. I shouldn't have taken you there."

"Look at you, you're downcast again. Smile."

The brass oil lamp stretched out two slender hands, wiped the tears from Chen Huangpi's eyes, and then, as if showing off a treasure, took out a book from behind it.It was the "Seventy-two Secret Pills Explained."

Chen Huangpi was stunned, "Is that the alchemy classic that Xu Qingshan gave me? You brought it with you?"

"I'm not like you, a forgetful person!"

The brass oil lamp showed off, "Although I don't know why you wanted an alchemy classic and that evil entity wrote one for you, since you wanted it, I, Huang Er, would definitely not forget. How about it, are you moved?"

"I'm moved!"

Chen Huangpi nodded heavily, a warm current rising in his heart.

How could he not be moved?

As far as he could remember, his master was by his side, and Huang Er was his playmate.

But his master was an elder, which was different.

Huang Er was the good friend who played with him every day.

Seeing that Chen Huangpi was no longer crying, the brass oil lamp smiled with relief.

"Let's go, Chen Huangpi."

"Where to?"

"I'm not telling you!"

The brass oil lamp waved at Chen Huangpi. The golden light on its body quickly dimmed, and even the effect of the Dog Rearing Scripture was lost. It directly returned to its original form and fell to the ground with a clang.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if it had gone through thousands of years.

The originally not-so-golden, but at least yellowish-orange lamp body was suddenly covered in green rust.

It became rusty and mottled, completely losing its strange appearance.

Only then did Chen Huangpi discover that the wick of the brass oil lamp had burned out.

But before, even if the lamp oil had burned dry, its wick would not have been damaged in the slightest.

All of a sudden, Chen Huangpi panicked. He completely understood the meaning of Huang Er's previous words.

A cry of grief echoed through the Pure Immortal Temple.

Chen Huangpi's face was covered in tears. He hugged the brass oil lamp and cried until he was a man of tears.

"Huang Er, don't die!"

"I can't bear to part with you. I won't let you die..."

However, no matter how he cried and wailed, the brass oil lamp no longer called him "family" or "friend" like before.

It was dead.

Completely dead, thoroughly dead.

But Chen Huangpi was unwilling. He said with a trembling voice, "I will save you. I won't let you die. Master, master is omnipotent. He can definitely save you!"

"Master, master!!!!!"

"Master, where are you? Come out quickly!"

As soon as his voice fell, a loving voice sounded, "Huangpi'er, why are you crying?"

Chen Huangpi looked up and saw his master standing at the entrance of the main hall, dressed in a purple robe, with white hair, and a thin face that had an indescribable meaning.

In a daze, he seemed to see his master as he was before he went mad.

Coupled with the grief in his heart, he couldn't help but cry and hug him.

"Master, I made a mistake."

"I pestered Huang Er to go to the scripture pavilion to find a medicine classic, but we got trapped inside. To save me, it became like this."

"Master, I'm so sad, so heartbroken, so full of self-blame."

"It's all my fault."

Chen Huangpi raised his head, his pale little face covered in tears.

The purple-robed old Daoist lovingly stroked his disciple's head and said softly, "Huangpi'er, everyone makes mistakes in their life. You are the same, and so is your master. It's just that when people make mistakes, they often don't think about whether they can bear the consequences."

"I can't bear it."

Chen Huangpi shook his head repeatedly and said, crying, "Master, I've disappointed you."

"Silly disciple, how could your master be disappointed? You can admit your shortcomings. Your master will only be proud of you."

The purple-robed old Daoist reached out and wiped Chen Huangpi's tears one by one, smiling, "In the blink of an eye, you've grown up. Your clothes don't fit anymore. Your master will make you a new set later. It's just that you're growing too fast, so I have to make them bigger."

Chen Huangpi said, "Master, can you tell me how to save Huang Er?"

"There is a way."

The purple-robed old Daoist sighed, "But there is great terror between life and death. You have to go down to the Yellow Springs, enter the netherworld, and walk step by step to the peak of Mount Luopo to find the Soul-Returning Jade to bring it back to life. Are you not afraid of such a nine-deaths-and-one-life matter?"

Chen Huangpi said firmly, "I'm not afraid. I will save it even if I have to go through a mountain of knives and a sea of fire."

"Good, good, good. Huangpi'er has really grown up."

The purple-robed old Daoist was very pleased, but he also smiled, "But your master is still here. And Huang Er has been your playmate for so many years. You can't bear to part with it, so how can your master bear to see you sad and let you put yourself in danger?"

"It's just life and death."

"I, Chen Shidao, can decide with a single thought."

"Come..."

With a "come" from the purple-robed old Daoist, the brass oil lamp floated up and landed in his palm.

Then, the purple-robed old Daoist took a step forward.

Chen Huangpi only felt the scene before his eyes suddenly change.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the border of the extra areas of the Pure Immortal Temple.

There were several thousand brass oil lamps hanging in the Pure Immortal Temple.

They were all the parts that Huang Er had been divided into.

Although Huang Er was dead, these oil lamps had not been extinguished.

They were still shining.

"Master, what did you bring me here for?"

Chen Huangpi was confused.

The purple-robed old Daoist explained, "The Pure Immortal Temple is ultimately yours. It's time for you to know some things."

"See these lamps?"

"I see them. These are Huang Er's avatars. It said you were the one who divided it like this."

"Heh, it's good at making things up about your master. But it's a fool. If your master hadn't divided it into several thousand pieces, it would have long since turned into an evil entity over such a long period of time. If that were the case, your master would have personally killed it and thrown it in there."

The purple-robed old Daoist beckoned to an oil lamp.

The latter immediately detached from the wall and floated in front of him.

The next second, something unexpected happened to Chen Huangpi.

As soon as the brass oil lamp left the wall, the wall was instantly swallowed by darkness.

"Master!!!"

Chen Huangpi exclaimed, "The wall has been swallowed."

The purple-robed old Daoist said calmly, "It's not just this wall. As they say, pulling one hair moves the whole body. The Pure Immortal Temple should be missing a piece of area. It's just that we don't know which part will be lost yet. You must remember, do not move Huang Er's avatars in the future. Otherwise, if the things inside get out, the Pure Immortal Temple will be gone."

Chen Huangpi nodded in a daze.

He remembered.

So Huang Er had been divided into several thousand pieces, which were actually used to prevent the things inside from coming out.

"Master, what exactly is inside? Can't even you deal with it?"

"Yes..."

The purple-robed old Daoist sighed, "Even your master can't do anything about it. I can only trap it here."

Chen Huangpi shook his head, "Master, you are the most powerful. You are lying to me."

The purple-robed old Daoist smiled and said, "You saw through it. It seems your master won't be able to fool you in the future."

"Of course!"

Chen Huangpi said, "I've now practiced the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art and the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art. My six senses are very sharp."

"Not bad, not bad."

The purple-robed old Daoist nodded, "First refine the five viscera temples, then invite the gods. You should cultivate like this. If there is a chance in the future, your master will pass on another technique to you, so that you will be invincible and unrivaled in the world. How about it?"

"Good, good, good. If I have such a technique, then I can protect Huang Er and you, master!"

Chen Huangpi was extremely excited, but he didn't realize that in an instant, his master had changed the subject.

As for whether his master was lying to him, he couldn't think about it anymore.

Because then, the purple-robed old Daoist waved his hand.

The avatar of the brass oil lamp instantly merged into its lamp body.

The two lamps merged, and the originally burned-out wick appeared again.

"Is this still Huang Er?"

Chen Huangpi said with some worry, "It has been separated from its avatar for too long. What if the one that comes back to life is not it?"

The purple-robed old Daoist said, "Huang Er's avatar is its other body. Your master has returned it to it, so it is naturally still it. Doesn't it often complain that your master is biased, daring to be angry but not daring to speak? Now that it has recovered some of its abilities, if it weren't for you, its master, its dog tail would probably have stood high in the sky."

This sentence was suggestive.

Chen Huangpi felt his cheeks heat up and said, "Master, it was the one who tricked me first. From the results, I was the one who was right."

"Master?"

But the purple-robed old Daoist did not respond, just stood there in a daze.

"Master?"

Chen Huangpi said tentatively, "First Master?"

"Heh! Huangpi'er!"

The purple-robed old Daoist turned his head and said with a beaming smile, "Guess where your master went just now?"

Before, the brass oil lamp had told Chen Huangpi that the purple-robed old Daoist was not in the temple.

Otherwise, this kind of thing would not have happened at all.

Chen Huangpi thought back and shook his head, "I can't guess. Where did you go so late at night?"

The purple-robed old Daoist smiled smugly, then showed off by opening his sleeve, reaching his other hand in, and taking out a candied hawthorn like a treasure.

"Look, it's your favorite candied hawthorn!"

"First Master, where did you get it?"

"Many people have come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Your master followed the smell and went over. But don't worry, your master won't pay!"

"This..."

Chen Huangpi didn't know how to answer. For a moment, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He thought to himself, "After master went mad, his hands are not as clean as before. Before, he would never tell me, just let me eat with peace of mind. It seems I have to cure him as soon as possible."

"First Master, I won't go out to patrol the mountains tomorrow. I want to study how to refine pills!"

"Refine pills?"

The purple-robed old Daoist laughed loudly, "Heh, refining pills is good. The pills Huangpi'er refines are the most delicious. Your master loves refining pills the most!!"

But as soon as his voice fell, the purple-robed old Daoist suddenly seemed to smell something and leaned in front of Chen Huangpi to sniff.

Then, the purple-robed old Daoist's eyes widened.

"Huangpi'er, you went in there, didn't you?"

"First Master!"

Chen Huangpi quickly grabbed the purple-robed old Daoist's hand and said, "Don't be angry! I won't go in next time."

First Master's nose was very sensitive.

With just one sniff, he could smell everything that had happened recently.

But he didn't know how long ago he could smell.

Because his master was mad, he couldn't say for sure himself.

The purple-robed old Daoist was furious, "Not angry? You've been bullied like this. How can your master not be angry!"

With that, the purple-robed old Daoist slapped his head.

Then he looked at Chen Huangpi with a helpless expression.

"Sigh..."

The purple-robed old Daoist sighed and said emotionally, "Your master knows you are kind-hearted. You don't tell your master when you've been wronged, you just keep it in your heart. But if that's the case, what's the use of your master?"

"You go back and sleep peacefully!"

"Let your master vent this anger for you!"

The purple-robed old Daoist picked up the brass oil lamp, opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth, and gnashed his teeth fiercely at the lamp body. Then he stuffed it and the candied hawthorn into Chen Huangpi's hands.

Then, he plunged into the extra area.

(End of Chapter)