Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 32: Huang Er: Why Are You Also in the Underworld

Huang Er felt like he was having a dream.

He dreamed that in order to save Chen Huangpi, he had used the Divine Light of Escape that that bastard Huang Yi had passed on to him in a fit of anger.

Then he died in a aggrieved manner.

That damned evil entity, you say you created such a dangerous situation, but in the end, it was just to give Chen Huangpi a book of alchemy recipes.

You should have said so earlier...

The more Huang Er thought about it, the angrier he became. He wished he could burn that evil entity to death.

And his whole body was in excruciating pain, as if he had been gnawed on by the Temple Master.

The pain was so intense that he immediately woke up.

Then he saw Chen Huangpi's face.

"Huang Er, that's great, you're finally awake.""Why are you also in the underworld?"

The brass oil lamp was completely dumbfounded. Hadn't he died?

Logically, he should have already arrived in the netherworld.

How could he see Chen Huangpi?

Could it be that he had also died?

"Huang Yi, I knew you, you bastard, had no good intentions. I called you big brother every day and was your little brother, but in the end, you held back when you passed on the Divine Light of Escape to me."

The brass oil lamp wailed, "Chen Huangpi, I'm sorry. I didn't protect you. You died so miserably..."

Chen Huangpi was stunned, "I'm not dead, Huang Er, you're not dead either."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The brass oil lamp shook its head like a rattle drum.

He had clearly died, and seeing that it had just dawned not long ago, even if the Temple Master had taken action, it was impossible to save him in such a short time.

The Temple Master was very powerful.

But dead was dead. As soon as any existence died, it would be recorded by heaven and earth in an instant.

This was different from a Nascent Soul cultivator whose physical body was destroyed.

As long as the Nascent Soul was still there, it was not considered dead.

The wick of the brass oil lamp could be understood as having a similar function to the Nascent Soul. Its wick had burned out.

It must be dead.

Chen Huangpi said, "It's true. I begged master to save you. Master told me that I had to go down to the Yellow Springs, enter the netherworld, and then climb a place called Mount Luopo to find a Soul-Returning Jade to save you..."

"So that's how it is!"

The brass oil lamp wailed, "Chen Huangpi, I knew you were good to me. You went to so much trouble to save me even after I died. Were you injured? Did you get hurt?"

"Not really."

Chen Huangpi shook his head, "I didn't go down to the Yellow Springs, nor did I go to the netherworld. How could I have been injured?"

"Then how did I come back to life?"

This time, the brass oil lamp was dumbfounded.

And the other Soul-Hooking Ghost, who was hiding in the Soul-Hooking Manual and wanted to see Chen Huangpi make a fool of himself, was also dumbfounded.

"That's right, on what grounds could it come back to life?"

In the Soul-Hooking Ghost's perception, dead was dead.

Resurrection was just a form of reincarnation.

But now, Huang Er, who was thoroughly dead, had actually come back to life.

This was as horrifying as a corpse whose head had been cut off and was infested with maggots, but when someone pressed it back on, it suddenly jumped up with a carp leap and shouted, "Come at me again if you have the guts."

Chen Huangpi snorted unhappily, "My master is omnipotent. Is it that hard to bring Huang Er back to life?"

Hearing this, the brass oil lamp finally understood, "So it was the Temple Master who took action. Wait, the bite marks on my body..."

Chen Huangpi said, "After master saved you, he had another episode and used you to grind his teeth."

"What about the Temple Master?"

"Master..."

Chen Huangpi's face was bitter. He shook his head and said, "Master went in, but it's already dawn and he hasn't come out yet."

"What!"

The brass oil lamp was overjoyed, "That's great... it makes me, Huang Er, so sad. Wuwuwu, Temple Master, may you have a safe journey. Chen Huangpi, quick, quick, let's take this opportunity to escape from these Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"The outside world is so wonderful. I can't wait anymore."

"I'm not leaving!"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Master is inside. I'm worried. I will definitely not leave."

"Right, right, we shouldn't be in such a hurry."

The brass oil lamp immediately said, "Let's talk about it at night. If the Temple Master still doesn't come out at night..."

"What if he doesn't come out?"

Chen Huangpi's face flushed red, and he clenched his fists, "Huang Er, I won't allow you to talk about my master like this. He will definitely come out!"

"Sigh, I can't do anything about you."

The brass oil lamp sighed. It had originally wanted to say that if he didn't come out at night, then he would definitely not be able to come out.

And he wouldn't have to leave in the future.

The Pure Immortal Temple would be yours, you little brat.

But now that he thought about it, if the Temple Master really couldn't come out, Chen Huangpi would probably go crazy with anxiety.

"If the Temple Master still doesn't come out at night, then I'll go in with you again. I feel like I've recovered some of my strength after this resurrection."

The brass oil lamp really felt that there was an endless supply of lamp oil in its body.

It was not like before, where it would be used up after half a day.

If it used the Divine Light of Escape again, it estimated that it wouldn't even need Chen Huangpi to infuse it with essence qi. It could do it itself, and at most it would be weak for a while. It definitely wouldn't be like this time, where it had staked its life.

"Family, do you see that my lamp body is brighter than before?"

"It is a little brighter."

Chen Huangpi said, "Because master returned one of your avatars to you."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was silent.

It had thought it had imagined the strange old Daoist to be very terrifying.

It didn't expect that the other party had completely surpassed its perception.

Even it, as the Soul-Hooking Ghost who had witnessed the entire process of Chen Huangpi's master reviving the brass oil lamp, couldn't understand what Chen Huangpi's master had done at all.

It was as if he had done nothing.

But it was precisely because of this that it seemed incomparably mysterious and terrifying.

"Your master is the one who patrols the mountains, right?"

Although the Soul-Hooking Ghost was asking, its tone was very certain.

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi said, "Patrol the mountains? My master did often go out to patrol the mountains before he went mad. Later, when he went mad, I was the one who patrolled the mountains. I don't know what existence you're talking about, whether it's me or my master."

"That's right, it must be your master."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost murmured, "But for so many years, I've only heard it mentioned a few times in the words of the previous contract master and other evil entities when they met. They roamed the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but they had never seen the one who patrolled the mountains, only guessed."

"Now it seems that this guess is true."

"Nonsense."

The brass oil lamp sneered in Chen Huangpi's mind, "Soul-Hooking Ghost, you little brat, how many years have you lived? You can't even be called a disaster. Are you worthy of seeing the Temple Master's true face?"

"It was only because your previous contract master was lucky enough to meet Chen Huangpi and even signed a contract with him to sell his head that he stumbled into the Pure Immortal Temple."

"Don't you think about it? Why is there not a single evil entity in the vicinity of the Pure Immortal Temple?"

"Is it because they don't want to come?"

The brass oil lamp looked down on the Soul-Hooking Ghost.

Even if the Soul-Hooking Ghost recovered to its peak, it would be the same.

Because if it recovered to its peak, it would be gnawed on by the Temple Master.

Although the Temple Master was mad and no longer patrolled the mountains, he would not let go of the evil entities that came to his door.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains had many evil entities.

And the Pure Immortal Temple was a place that evil entities absolutely dared not set foot in.

Because this was the most strange, most terrifying, and a forbidden area where evil entities would die if they came!

A forbidden area in the true sense!

The Soul-Hooking Ghost ignored the brass oil lamp's ridicule.

It only felt as if it had been enlightened.

"That's right."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost said with a miserable smile, "I thought I had entered a tiger's den. Although my life was hanging by a thread, at least I could control my own life and death. I didn't expect to have entered a demon's cave..."

Chen Huangpi seriously corrected, "The Pure Immortal Temple is not a demon's cave. My master and I are both cultivating immortals."

But the Soul-Hooking Ghost was disheartened and unwilling to speak.

"Huang Er, why is it like this?"

Chen Huangpi asked the brass oil lamp, which sneered, "This second fool is from the netherworld. He probably still fantasizes about going back one day. But he found out about the Temple Master's terror and has completely given up hope in your hands."

"It's just that they don't know who the Temple Master is. Otherwise, they would have knelt before you one by one, all wanting to be your dog."

"I don't want so many dogs."

"That's right, you have me, that's enough."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi became curious and asked, "Was master very famous before?"

The brass oil lamp thought for a moment and said, "I don't know about the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but his fame in the Da Qian Immortal Dynasty must have been boundless. I heard from Huang Yi that there, even the Temple Master's real name was a taboo. Wait... what was the Temple Master's surname and name again?"

Chen Huangpi frowned, "Master's surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Shidao. I've told you so many times. Why did you forget again?"

The brass oil lamp was stunned for a moment. Had he said it many times?

Why didn't it remember?

Forget it, it's not important.

What's important is that the Temple Master's name is...

The brass oil lamp strangely found that as soon as the Temple Master's name entered its mind, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It was as if it had never heard it before.

"Hiss..."

The brass oil lamp sucked in a cold breath, "The Temple Master's name has become a taboo. Then when I usually curse him in my heart, isn't he hearing it all clearly?"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi's scalp went numb.

He thought of the words the Evil Daoist had said. It was best not to touch any memories related to extremely terrifying existences. Otherwise, if there were words, there would be knowledge. Who knew if those existences would suddenly jump out of the memories alive.

Especially him, he couldn't do this even more.

"Huang Er, let's change the subject."

"Mmm..."

The brass oil lamp nodded hurriedly.

The Soul-Hooking Ghost's voice sounded faintly, "Contract master, have you forgotten that there is still that woman's soul in the Soul-Hooking Manual?"

It had given up on returning to the netherworld.

But being just a skeleton was more uncomfortable than being dead.

Chen Huangpi said, "Okay, I'll go in now."

...

At this very moment, on the other side, in the extra area of the Pure Immortal Temple, it was still night.

The white-robed old Daoist's expression was crazed, revealing a demonic nature that sent chills down one's spine.

If Chen Huangpi came over, he would definitely be able to see at a glance that his master was having a complete episode.

Even if he took action, he wouldn't be able to coax him for a while.

"Eat! Eat! Eat!"

"Huangpi'er is the most delicious!"

"He wants to refine Huangpi'er into a pill. What do you want to do?"

"No, even if you want to do something, you can't get out."

"Because the heavens have shown a strange phenomenon. After six days and six nights, day and night will be redefined. The Hundred Thousand Mountains will be the last place where the sun sets and the first place where the red moon rises. This is the place where the yin and yang of the Hundred Thousand Mountains converge."

"You are trapped here, while the eldest and I can come and go freely."

"But why?"

The white-robed old Daoist roared ferociously, "Why have you already seen Huangpi'er, yet you haven't touched him at all? What are you up to?"

But the only response he got was the sound of a bell.

Dong...

Dong...

The sound of the Nine Separation Bell was painful and distorted.

It was as if every time it rang, it was enduring inhuman torture.

"Forget it, forget it."

The white-robed old Daoist laughed crazily, "Since you won't talk to me, then fine. Huangpi'er has been waiting outside for a long time. He must miss me very much. I'll go out now."

"I'm going to tell him how bad you are!"

"That's right, you and the eldest are both bad."

"Only I am good!"

The white-robed old Daoist laughed smugly, "You all want to do something to Huangpi'er. Only I want to eat him with all my heart. I am the good master, you are all bad masters! Jie jie jie, hahahaha!!!!"

(End of Chapter)