Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 33: Ah Gui and the Joyful Union Wonderful Dharma

Inside the Soul-Hooking Manual, in the Yellow Springs domain, Chen Huangpi, as the contract master, saw the true face of the Soul-Hooking Ghost for the first time.

It was the same as the skeleton hidden in the gray mist before.

But it was extremely tall.

So tall that Chen Huangpi exclaimed, "It's too big, too big. Ah Gui, can you become a little smaller?"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was nearly two hundred meters tall.

All the flesh and blood on its body had been gnawed clean, leaving only yellowed bones.

Its bones were as if they had been soaked in the mud of the Yellow Springs. Over time, even the earthy smell had seeped in.

And the Soul-Hooking Ghost's skeleton was not like a human's.

The bones on its body were densely packed, intertwined like chain mail. On each bone, there were spiral patterns, giving it an extremely strange beauty.

Its skull was thick and hard, and it was not round, but full of sharp corners.At this time, the Soul-Hooking Ghost looked down from above, staring intently at Chen Huangpi with its black and red eyes.

But in the end, it helplessly sat down cross-legged.

"Contract master, my name is not Ah Gui."

"Alright, then I'll call you Ah Suo."

After Chen Huangpi finished speaking, he asked tentatively, "Your surname should be Suo, right?"

"Is my surname important?"

"Isn't it important?"

Chen Huangpi was very confused, "Everyone has a name, even Huang Er. I think you should have one too. How about Huang San? I think it sounds good."

Does it sound good?

The Soul-Hooking Ghost felt that it had already fallen to this state.

If it were to be called something like Huang San, and Chen Huangpi called it every day like calling a dog, then it would rather be dead.

But it really didn't dare to get angry at Chen Huangpi.

After all, his master was still there.

The Soul-Hooking Ghost sighed, "Contract master, my name is actually Ah Gui. You can call me that in the future. It's quite intimate."

"Alright then."

Chen Huangpi was a little regretful. Huang San clearly sounded good.

And it looked like a family from the Pure Immortal Temple.

Huangpi, Huang Yi, Huang Er, Huang San, how pleasing to the eye.

At this time, the Soul-Hooking Ghost was probably annoyed and just wanted to finish dividing the spoils quickly so that Chen Huangpi would leave this place.

So, with a thought, a tattered woman's soul with no hands or arms appeared on its hands.

The Soul-Hooking Ghost's hands were huge.

Chen Huangpi stood above, looking at Twelfth Madam's soul, and said with some astonishment, "Ah Gui, I remember I cut her in half with one sword strike. Did I remember wrong?"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost said, "Your sword strike did cut her in half, but it did not injure her true form. Therefore, her soul is as it was when she was alive."

"What about her hands and arms?"

A scene emerged in Chen Huangpi's mind.

He remembered that when he was ambushed, he had suddenly lost consciousness. Many characters like flowers, birds, fish, and insects, as well as billowing black smoke, had appeared on his body.

Twelfth Madam had been tainted by a wisp of black smoke and had cut off her own arms in less than a breath.

Then, the arms were swallowed by the black smoke and merged into his body.

"Just as you thought, your black smoke can even devour the true form."

When the Soul-Hooking Ghost mentioned the black smoke, its tone was full of deep fear.

Although it had not existed for as long as Huang Er, Huang Er had been in slumber for many years and had only been wandering around Mount Yuqiong with Chen Huangpi all day.

As the Soul-Hooking Ghost in the Soul-Hooking Manual, it had been to almost all places in the Hundred Thousand Mountains except for Mount Yuqiong over the years.

Wherever the contract master went, it went.

But even so, it had never seen such a strange thing.

No...

It wasn't that it hadn't seen it, but it hadn't seen it on Chen Huangpi.

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains have life. It has given birth to countless evil entities, and some evil entities were polluted and turned into them later."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost said slowly, "For example, the yellow mud can turn a deity into an evil entity."

"Black smoke has the same effect."

"The mutated deity statue before was polluted in this way."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "But the black smoke on my body doesn't seem to have turned anything into an evil entity. It's not under my control. It only devours essence qi."

"Hehe..."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost sneered but did not answer.

It really wanted to say, you, Chen Huangpi, think the black smoke on your body won't be like this.

But whether it's like this or not, you don't have the final say.

Who knows how many deities you've polluted without knowing.

However, the Soul-Hooking Ghost's attitude made Chen Huangpi suddenly unhappy.

"Ah Gui, what I said is true."

"You are the contract master. You are right."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was too lazy to argue and only said, "In short, I have seen some evil entities. They all have black smoke on them, and they are all extraordinary. But this kind of evil entity often disappears in the Hundred Thousand Mountains very quickly. Since you say it has nothing to do with you, then it has nothing to do with you."

"Anyway, you didn't enter the Yellow Springs domain with your true body. You can't bring your black smoke in either."

"You're right!"

Chen Huangpi nodded.

He had thought that the Soul-Hooking Ghost could see everything that happened to him.

But now it seemed that it didn't know that his consciousness could emit black smoke when he entered the fox mountain god's memory.

"Ah Gui, Twelfth Madam's soul, can I have whatever memory I want?"

Chen Huangpi was actually very interested in the memories of cultivators.

This was the only way he could come into contact with things outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

But the memories of Lin Ye and the other cultivators were basically very repetitive, for example, about the places of cultivation.

Many of them were meaningless to him.

Because he vaguely felt that the cultivation techniques of cultivators were useless to him.

He couldn't cultivate them.

He couldn't even practice the spells.

But every time he obtained a memory and took away his share as the contract master, it was not controlled by him.

This was very troublesome.

The Soul-Hooking Ghost seemed to have seen through Chen Huangpi's thoughts and said coldly, "If it's a damned ghost who has signed a contract with you, then the rules of the Soul-Hooking Manual will restrain it. But you killed this woman yourself. I can influence her soul a little."

"Tell me, what kind of memory do you want?"

"I want something similar to the Dog Rearing Scripture and the Grand Duke Demon Slaying Sword Art. I also want her memories of Xu Province. As for the rest, I don't want them."

"Understood."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost lowered its head, and two streaks of essence light shot out from its black and red pupils, entering Twelfth Madam's soul.

Then, Twelfth Madam's soul twisted crazily, as if a red-hot iron skewer had been inserted into her brain.

Then, one by one, light spots floated out of her soul.

The light spots gathered together and gradually formed a ball.

"There is indeed a technique."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost frowned, "But it doesn't seem suitable for you. Forget it, you can see for yourself."

"Let me see."

Chen Huangpi was very curious.

What technique was not suitable for him?

He was a genius, after all. Besides the techniques he couldn't practice, he could practice all the others.

If he could practice it, couldn't he use it?

With a thought, Chen Huangpi merged the ball of light into his body.

In the blink of an eye, like a revolving lantern, one by one, images and words flashed through his mind.

The brass oil lamp had once told Chen Huangpi that the function of the Soul-Hooking Manual was very wonderful.

The wonderful thing was that the memories Chen Huangpi obtained had no effect on him at all.

It just made his face red and his heart beat faster.

Twelfth Madam's memories were very messy. Besides those about cultivation, they were all about her bedroom affairs with the Xu Province Governor, Song Tiangang.

Just one look, and Chen Huangpi felt uncomfortable all over.

Huang Er had told him that this was the feeling of wanting to kill someone.

So he remembered it deeply.

"It's over. I might really be a natural-born killer. Otherwise, why would I want to kill someone at the slightest provocation?"

Chen Huangpi quickly skipped this memory.

Then, he saw the technique that the Soul-Hooking Ghost had said was not suitable for him.

"Joyful Union Wonderful Dharma, Vajra Pestle True Lotus?"

Chen Huangpi's face was red, and he said angrily, "Evil art! Evil art! I only looked at it once, and I wanted to kill someone. Ah Gui, are you lying to me? Twelfth Madam was a Nascent Soul True Monarch, after all. How could she have such an evil art in her memory?"

This Joyful Union Wonderful Dharma was illustrated with pictures and text.

It combined the way of yin-yang dual cultivation.

Chen Huangpi's Dao heart trembled as he looked at it.

The Soul-Hooking Ghost said helplessly, "I said, this technique is not suitable for you. What does it have to do with me? I'm a skeleton. I can't practice this ancient art from before the heavenly change."

"Ancient art?"

Chen Huangpi remembered.

In Twelfth Madam's memory, there was indeed a process of obtaining this technique.

Cultivators after the heavenly change could not practice ancient arts.

If they did, they would turn into evil entities.

Therefore, it had long been listed as a forbidden book. But for a family like the Song family, if they didn't have some ancient forbidden books, what kind of family would they be?

Besides, in their view, ancient arts also had their good points. If the cultivators under them were to do some shady things and fall into the hands of their opponents, as long as they activated the ancient art at the critical moment, they would instantly turn into evil entities. Not only would there be no evidence, but they could also drag their sworn enemies down with them.

This was simply a divine art.

However, as Song Tiangang's concubine, Twelfth Madam didn't need such methods.

This technique was purely a means she had carefully selected to please Song Tiangang.

After all, the technique couldn't be practiced, but the postures in the pictures were more useful than the last.

Chen Huangpi was convinced that this Joyful Union Wonderful Dharma was an evil art.

He was a cultivator of immortality.

He was of the righteous path. How could he practice an evil art?

"This Joyful Union Sect is definitely not a good sect either."

As soon as Chen Huangpi thought of those pictures, the thought of killing someone in his heart could not be suppressed.

"My killing intent is too strong."

"But it's not without gains."

"At the very least, I've learned a few more uses for the geomancy divine plate."

As Chen Huangpi thought this, the purpose of Twelfth Madam's trip to the Hundred Thousand Mountains flashed through his mind.

"These cultivators are really strange. They told their subordinates that they were looking for a source of pollution, but in fact, she was looking for Lin Ye and the other cultivators. But I always feel that something is not right."

Although Chen Huangpi was simple-minded and kind, that was only because he had been with his master and Huang Er for a long time.

He had experienced some things in the past few days.

He had also learned to think.

Involuntarily, Chen Huangpi speculated in his heart, "Logically, the Xu Province Governor, Song Tiangang, sent people to find a source of pollution for the so-called taxes. But he only told those ordinary cultivators. Compared to this matter, Lin Ye and the other cultivators are not that important."

They were just family slaves. If they died, they died.

In the hearts of such big figures, they were nothing.

But as Twelfth Madam, who had a higher status, she insisted on focusing on this small matter.

"Lin Ye and the others were also looking for a source of pollution. In the end, they were chased by the mutated deity statue and eaten by Second Master. Their souls were fed to the Soul-Hooking Ghost by me. The only valuable thing on them was the geomancy divine plate."

"Could it be for the geomancy divine plate?"

Chen Huangpi felt that this possibility was not high, because although Lin Ye and the others valued the geomancy divine plate, Twelfth Madam only used it as a magic treasure.

It was obviously not.

Chen Huangpi had a headache.

Until the Soul-Hooking Ghost couldn't stand it anymore and swallowed Twelfth Madam's soul in one bite, pulling his mind out of the Soul-Hooking Manual, he was still thinking hard.

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp asked curiously, "Chen Huangpi, what are you thinking about, so engrossed?"

Chen Huangpi came back to his senses and said with a complicated tone, "Huang Er, I suspect Twelfth Madam was after me. They want to kill me, and they will definitely send more people over!"

(End of Chapter)