Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 31: Third Master

In place, Chen Huangpi held a candied hawthorn in one hand and a brass oil lamp in the other.

He was at a loss.

"First Master told me to go back to sleep, but it's almost dawn. What if I can't get out?"

After dawn, the extra area of the Pure Immortal Temple would disappear.

If he didn't get out by then, he would never be able to get out again.

Chen Huangpi was extremely anxious.

He looked at the brass oil lamp in his hand and quickly urged, "Huang Er, Huang Er, wake up quickly. Something big has happened."

However, the brass oil lamp did not move at all.

"This is bad. Could it be that Huang Er didn't come back to life?"

Chen Huangpi's heart was in a turmoil.And just at that moment, a cold and sinister voice suddenly sounded.

The Soul-Hooking Ghost sneered, "Your master is treating you like a child. Life and death are determined by heaven. If he says it can live, it can live? Even the one in the netherworld can't do it. He can only arrange for its reincarnation. This is the law of heaven."

"You're lying!"

Chen Huangpi said unhappily, "You have no idea how powerful my master is. If he says it, it's true!"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost said, "I admit, your master is very strange. He gnawed me into a skeleton, and even the previous contract master was swallowed alive by him. But when it comes to life and death, there is no existence in this world that knows more than me."

Chen Huangpi said, "If you know so much, then why did you become a ghost?"

"Why don't you resurrect yourself?"

"Do you like being a skeleton?"

Three questions in a row directly left the Soul-Hooking Ghost speechless.

It was both annoyed and angry.

This contract master was simply too rude.

Even the previous contract master, who was an evil entity, would not treat it like this.

But it didn't dare to get truly angry.

Because from the looks of Chen Huangpi's master, he seemed to be a very protective person.

If his master found out, he probably wouldn't even be able to be a skeleton anymore.

You must know that last time, when the strange Daoist swallowed the previous contract master in one bite, it had realized that this Daoist was extremely terrifying. So, without even thinking, it had shrunk back into the Soul-Hooking Manual.

The Soul-Hooking Manual was a world of its own.

It was a corner of the Yellow Springs. Not being a contract master or a soul, no matter how high your cultivation was, you couldn't break in.

But the fact was, Chen Huangpi's master had strangely appeared in the Yellow Springs.

The Soul-Hooking Manual seemed to be completely unaware of its existence, allowing the Soul-Hooking Ghost to be gnawed into a skeleton bite by bite.

Even now, when it thought of the situation at that time, the Soul-Hooking Ghost felt its bones ache.

"Let's wait and see. When he knows that the broken lamp can't be revived, he'll know who's right and who's wrong."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost sneered and then showed no more expression, silently waiting to see Chen Huangpi make a fool of himself.

...

At this very moment, in the extra area of the Pure Immortal Temple, the purple-robed old Daoist had a gloomy face. As his eyes passed, nothing in the darkness could escape his eyes.

Even if the moonlight couldn't shine in, it had no effect on him at all.

The purple-robed old Daoist came to the end of the path that Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp had walked, the end of the nine-hundred-and-ninety-eight-step path.

The difference was that when Chen Huangpi walked, there were only nine hundred and ninety-eight steps.

Because that evil entity was not there.

When the purple-robed old Daoist walked over, he had walked nine hundred and ninety-eight steps and still hadn't reached the end.

Ahead, there was only one step's distance.

As long as he took one more step, to the nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth step, the evil entity would make a move and drag him to another unknown place.

The purple-robed old Daoist glanced at his feet. Below him was an evil entity with only half a body, the upper half rotten, and the lower half fleshy buds.

It had also been a Daoist in this temple when it was alive.

But after it died, it became an evil entity.

But for some reason, it seemed to have not forgotten the purple-robed old Daoist, or perhaps it was just out of pure fear. It stared intently at the purple-robed old Daoist, unwilling to look away.

"Get lost!"

The purple-robed old Daoist spat out a word.

Then he stepped on the evil entity, turning it into mud, and then strode away.

What so-called "disappearing when stepped on" simply didn't exist.

Even if this evil entity had ten thousand guts, it wouldn't dare to make a move.

It was only because it hadn't bullied Chen Huangpi that the purple-robed old Daoist had only stepped on it and turned it into mud. Given some time, it would come back to life.

But if it had bullied Chen Huangpi, that would be a different story.

The demon tree's crown was very large, so large that it could block the red moon, not allowing a single ray of moonlight to shine in.

Its branches were rustling.

It seemed extremely uneasy.

Even the human fruits borne by the demon tree were all silent, their eyes closed, their mouths shut, and their ears covered, as if they were dead.

Rustle...

If Chen Huangpi were here at this time, he would definitely be looking at the demon tree without any scruples. Then he would see that the demon tree, which had been covering the sky and the sun, with a monstrous and fierce aura, and whose every move would cause the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack, was now desperately extending its countless roots into the soil.

Its crown was also shrinking.

Its branches were falling off.

The human fruits also turned into dust.

It was already an extremely terrifying evil entity. After staying in the extra area of the Pure Immortal Temple for an unknown number of years, it had turned into a disaster, becoming a demon tree even more ferocious than the Yellow Peril.

But now, it was cutting off its own body.

Its aura was constantly weakening.

But even so, its actions were too late.

The purple-robed old Daoist stood under the tree, looking up at the demon tree's crown with a cold gaze.

"So it was you who bullied my Huangpi'er?"

All of the demon tree's movements stopped.

It was as if it were dead.

"Stick your head over!"

The purple-robed old Daoist beckoned.

The demon tree, as if it had received an order, quickly retracted its crown and actually bent down at an unimaginable angle at the purple-robed old Daoist's feet.

And even its crown had become very small.

Its incomparably huge body, but its crown was as small as a leather ball.

Instead, it made the purple-robed old Daoist's figure look tall and imposing.

The red moon's moonlight shone into this extra area.

But it didn't care.

Because the purple-robed old Daoist didn't care either.

The purple-robed old Daoist said, "Raise your head. Yes, a little higher."

The crown moved to the purple-robed old Daoist's chest.

He nodded with satisfaction, then grabbed the demon tree's crown with both hands and said with a fierce and crazed expression, "Huangpi'er has forgotten, but I didn't. When he was a child, he liked to plant flowers and trees and begged me to plant one for him. I planted you in the temple. But who would have thought that after only a few hundred years, you would turn into an evil entity."

"I couldn't bear to see him sad, so I threw you in here."

"If it weren't for Huangpi'er, you would have been killed by the poor me ago!"

"But you, you actually dared to bully Huangpi'er!"

With every word the purple-robed old Daoist spoke, his expression became abnormally crazed, and the Daoist robe on his body kept changing between purple and white.

But in the end, purple prevailed.

The purple-robed old Daoist grinned evilly, "You even want to eat Huangpi'er. You have a lot of nerve. The poor Dao and the second one haven't even eaten yet, and you, a rotten tree, want to be the first?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"You deserve to be killed, you deserve to be killed!!!"

As he spoke, the purple-robed old Daoist used all his strength and, with a crack, twisted off the demon tree's crown. He opened his bloody mouth and gnawed it into his stomach.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of chewing echoed in all directions.

The crown was very hard. It was a demon tree, after all.

But the purple-robed old Daoist's teeth were even sharper. It seemed that besides Chen Huangpi, anything would be chewed into a pulp by him.

"It's hard to eat, it scratches the throat!"

The purple-robed old Daoist swallowed the entire crown.

The next second, his face changed, and the Daoist robe on his body turned white.

Chen Huangpi's Second Master had also come out.

The white-robed old Daoist licked his sharp teeth, took a step forward, and arrived in front of the scripture pavilion.

The two Diting's children at the entrance of the scripture pavilion were already scared silly.

They had been in a deep sleep ever since the heavenly change.

With the power of the scripture pavilion, they had not turned into evil entities, but had become of a different kind.

But even if they were sleeping soundly, they could vaguely feel the passage of time in the outside world.

The Temple Master had not appeared for a very, very long time.

Otherwise, they would naturally be able to feel it.

"Temple Master, you've finally remembered us."

"Temple Master, we brothers have been guarding the scripture pavilion here, diligently and conscientiously. We haven't let a single fly in all these years."

Golden Horn and Silver Horn jumped down from their pedestals and prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

They were too afraid of the Temple Master.

And the Temple Master in front of them, no matter how they looked at him, was not the same as the one in their memory.

His clothes had changed from bluish-black to white.

And the aura on his body was also abnormally strange, with an indescribable terror.

Most fatally, Golden Horn and Silver Horn also smelled a familiar scent.

But for a moment, they couldn't remember where they had smelled it.

But just as this thought fell, "You called my disciple a three-inch nail?"

The white-robed old Daoist's words answered Golden Horn and Silver Horn's doubts.

Gulp...

Just this one sentence made Golden Horn and Silver Horn collapse on the ground.

"A misunderstanding, Temple Master, this is all a misunderstanding."

"That's right, Temple Master. Your disciple, isn't he the next Temple Master, equivalent to your own son, and approximately our, Silver Horn's and my, own father? Even if you gave us a hundred guts, we wouldn't dare to call him a three-inch nail..."

Golden Horn and Silver Horn were so scared their teeth were chattering.

In their memory, there were many Daoists in the Pure Immortal Temple.

But there was only one who could be called a student by the Temple Master.

Let alone a "disciple."

"Student" and "Disciple" were not the same concept.

The student could only call the Temple Master, the teacher and was here to learn the Dao and the arts.

The disciples were different. They call Temple Master, the master, close like a father.

The white-robed old Daoist's face was gloomy, "My disciple is so noble. You two beasts, how dare you call him your father?"

"Grandfather, it should be grandfather!"

"Second brother, shut up!"

Golden Horn wished he could cover Silver Horn's mouth. He said with a fawning smile, "Temple Master, don't be angry. My second brother has a foul mouth. Please calm down. Have some tea... no, please sit... no, ahhhhhh, Temple Master, spare us..."

Golden Horn kowtowed and wailed, "I really didn't know Chen Huangpi was your disciple. He has no Ascension Token, nor anything else to prove his identity. My brother and I were ordered to guard the scripture pavilion. How could we dare to let him in..."

"But you still let him in."

The white-robed old Daoist sighed and said, "Huang Er almost died. Huangpi'er was very sad. When he's sad, his meat quality deteriorates. My heart is about to break!!!!"

"Temple Master, spare us, spare us..."

"Spare you?"

The white-robed old Daoist sneered, "Let's not even talk about you having eyes but no sight, calling my Huangpi'er a three-inch nail. Who gave you the guts to let him in?"

Golden Horn and Silver Horn looked at each other.

Golden Horn said in a small voice, "Then... we shouldn't have let him in?"

"What? This is the Pure Immortal Temple. My disciple can go wherever he wants. You dare to stop him?"

"Then..."

Silver Horn asked tentatively, "Then we should let him in?"

"Let him in, are you looking to die?"

The white-robed old Daoist opened his mouth like a madman, his fangs interlocking, emitting a teeth-grinding sound, "Let alone you two being conscious. Even if you turned into evil entities, you would have to speak human words and tell him to leave quickly when you see him. Otherwise, if the third one finds out, he will never be able to leave this place again."

Speaking of which...

A "dong" sound of a bell rang.

The white-robed old Daoist's face changed, and he looked in a certain direction.

It was the deepest part of this area.

"Jie jie jie, third one!!"

The white-robed old Daoist laughed crazily, "You can't get out. I'm determined to eat Huangpi'er. You and the eldest can't stop me!"

(End of Chapter)