Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 36: It's Human Qi!!!

Can't suppress the killing intent?

Song Qiuyue looked at Chen Huangpi's flushed face and accelerated heartbeat, yet his serious expression, and felt an indescribable sense of confusion and absurdity.

Although she was eighteen or nineteen, she was inexperienced.

But she was a noble lady of a prominent family, after all, and the one who took care of her was Twelfth Madam.

They would naturally chat about some spring matters.

For a moment, Song Qiuyue couldn't tell whether Chen Huangpi was teasing her or really wanted to kill her.

If it was the former, then he deserved to be killed.

If it was the latter, he deserved to be killed even more.

Even if Chen Huangpi hadn't said anything, he still deserved to be killed.

Because Song Qiuyue had already planned to use the area near this Pure Immortal Temple as a residence for the immigrants, and the Pure Immortal Temple was just right for worshipping a hundred deities.What's more, Chen Huangpi had even asked her if she had parents.

That sore spot was hit.

Precise and fatal.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Song Qiuyue's heart could no longer be suppressed.

But her upbringing was excellent. Even if she wanted to kill someone, she wouldn't show it on her face. Otherwise, it wouldn't be beautiful.

She liked beautiful things.

Therefore, she still had a smile on her face and said softly, "What's your name?"

Chen Huangpi said, "My name is Chen Huangpi."

"Mmm, it's indeed very unpleasant to hear."

As soon as Song Qiuyue's voice fell, Granny Tang's face turned as white as paper.

Chen Huangpi was young and had seen few people.

But Granny Tang was different. She could see Song Qiuyue's killing intent at a glance.

She called out to the mountain god in her heart.

But the mountain god did not respond at all.

But clearly, the mountain god had taken a big gulp of incense before and had already recovered some of its vitality.

If the mountain god didn't make a move, something big was probably going to happen.

These people all had the incense of deities on them. If they wanted to kill Chen Huangpi, how could she possibly stop them?

At this time, Chen Huangpi said unhappily, "You are so rude. My name was given to me by my master. Master said it sounds good and is very fitting. On what grounds do you say it's unpleasant to hear?"

But Song Qiuyue was too lazy to waste any more words with Chen Huangpi.

With just a wave of her fair hand, she was about to order Zhao Hai and the others to kill Chen Huangpi.

She had originally planned to do it herself.

But as soon as she heard Chen Huangpi's name, she found it unpleasant to hear.

So she lost the thought of killing him.

She liked beautiful things, and she also liked to destroy beautiful things with her own hands.

And just at that moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Human qi, such strong human qi!!!"

Before the last word had even fallen, the white-robed old Daoist had strangely appeared behind Chen Huangpi, his expression crazed, his turbid eyes filled with hunger and greed.

"Second Master! You're out!"

Chen Huangpi said with great joy, "I knew you would come out. Huang Er even said it would be until night. It's a good thing I didn't believe it."

As he spoke, he patted the brass oil lamp hanging from his waist.

"Chen Huangpi, what are you patting me for? I'm studying the Joyful... heh!!! Temple Master, oh my, you came out without even saying hello. Temple Master, are you not injured?"

The brass oil lamp grew facial features and smiled fawningly.

The Temple Master was wearing a white robe.

He was even crazier and more demonic than the purple-robed Temple Master.

It didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent. Even if the Temple Master wanted to use its lamp body to grind his teeth, it would have to clap its hands and cheer as if to liven things up.

The white-robed old Daoist didn't even look at the brass oil lamp, just stared at Song Qiuyue and the others, or to be precise, the sixty deities they had brought with them.

At this very moment, even if Song Qiuyue and the others were arrogant and high and mighty, they had already noticed that something was wrong.

Because no one had seen how the white-robed old Daoist had appeared.

Even the deities hadn't noticed.

It was as if he had appeared out of thin air.

And the oil lamp hanging from Chen Huangpi's waist had also suddenly spoken.

Although the current cultivators were more different from the ancient cultivators than people and dogs, they had still inherited some things.

For example, magic treasures.

A magic treasure that could speak human words, its power was already equivalent to a deity.

But it was so easily hung on the waist.

As if it were really just an oil lamp.

However, in reality, the deities that Song Qiuyue was connected to in her mind were as if the heavens and the earth had been turned upside down.

"Golden light, this is the thing that emits the golden light! So it's a lamp!"

The deities' madness made Song Qiuyue's mind sway.

Although she didn't know why the deities all wanted to obtain that lamp, she knew that the even more terrifying existence in front of her was this white-robed old Daoist.

Even the deities couldn't detect it. What kind of existence was this?

Song Qiuyue barely managed a smile, lowered her head, and said, "Junior Song Qiuyue of the Qinghe Song family, greets senior. May I ask how to address senior?"

The other cultivators followed suit.

"Greetings, senior."

But the white-robed old Daoist ignored them, just wiped his saliva, and said to Chen Huangpi, "Huangpi'er, you are really filial. You knew your master was hungry and prepared so many delicious things. Your master really didn't dote on you for nothing."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of Song Qiuyue and the other cultivators changed drastically.

Because when the white-robed old Daoist spoke, his eyes had never left them.

That posture, as if he wanted to eat them.

"Your master is so hungry!!!"

The white-robed old Daoist's teeth gritted. He was really hungry.

Starving.

The eldest had eaten the head of that demon tree.

But he hadn't eaten yet.

Chen Huangpi was most afraid of his master going hungry, so he quickly said, "Second Master, don't eat after noon. You endure it for a while. When it's night, I'll make you a big pot of delicious food, okay?"

"Huangpi'er, you've changed!"

The white-robed old Daoist said angrily, "Your master is so hungry, yet you want your master to wait until night. Your master can't wait. Your master is going to eat them now!"

"Otherwise, your master will eat you!"

As he spoke, the white-robed old Daoist's face was ferocious.

He was very angry.

Very unhappy!

Huangpi'er had been bullied, and the eldest had vented his anger for him. But he had also vented his anger for him.

On what grounds did the eldest get to eat his fill?

And he had to go hungry?

At this very moment, the white-robed old Daoist's aura was incomparably ferocious and fierce, like a starving ghost, as if he wanted to swallow everything in front of him.

"Second Master, you can't chew me..."

"Your master is hungry!"

The white-robed old Daoist roared with paranoid madness, "Your master is hungry, your master is hungry! Hungry, hungry!!!"

As he spoke, he suddenly started to wail again.

"Your master couldn't bear to see you being wronged, so he drove the eldest away and personally vented your anger for you. But you, you treat your master like this, not letting your master eat. Your master's life is so bitter..."

"Second Master, you've misunderstood."

Chen Huangpi said as if coaxing a child, "Don't eat after noon, otherwise it's bad for your stomach and will affect your appetite in the future."

After speaking, he took out the carefully preserved candied hawthorn.

"If you're hungry, you can eat this to tide you over first."

The white-robed old Daoist stopped wailing and stared blankly at the candied hawthorn. His turbid eyes also faintly became clear.

"Candied hawthorn..."

"Candied hawthorn..."

The white-robed old Daoist held the candied hawthorn and murmured, "Candied hawthorn is delicious. My Huangpi'er loves candied hawthorn the most. He won't cry after eating it."

One time after another.

"Second Master..."

Chen Huangpi was suddenly moved and said with some guilt, "I'm sorry, Second Master. I shouldn't have complained about you."

He remembered that when he was still young, it was always his master who cooked for him.

At that time, his master hadn't gone mad yet, and the food he made was very unpalatable.

And he only knew how to make one kind of food, a paste made of something, very sticky, and it tasted like drinking a powder made of mud and wood.

Master said that drinking more of it was good for the body.

But he hated drinking it the most, so every time, his master would take out a candied hawthorn like a magic trick. As long as he ate obediently, he would have candied hawthorn to eat.

Later, when he grew up, his master also went mad.

He was the one who cooked, and the things he made were all things he liked to eat. But he had never eaten candied hawthorn again.

Looking at the somewhat lucid white-robed old Daoist, Chen Huangpi couldn't help but think of Song Qiuyue's words before.

"Master, was I really born from my parents? Is my name really that unpleasant to hear?"

He was very curious.

If everyone had parents, then he should have them too.

The white-robed old Daoist was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to say, "You were born from an egg, a very big egg. There were many insects on it, many small birds, and flowers, and fish. They were all alive and could move."

"As for your name, it is indeed very unpleasant to hear. I shouldn't have decided by tossing a coin back then. It would have been so much better to just call you Chen Dansheng."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi was silent.

After a few breaths, he suddenly laughed with relief.

"Hahaha!"

"Second Master, you're talking nonsense again."

It must be that his master was mad, his mind was not clear, and the words he said were all nonsense and could not be taken seriously.

How could he have been born from an egg?

Was that still a person?

As for the better-sounding name, Chen Huangpi just pretended he hadn't heard it.

He made a decision in his heart.

Today, he would study the Seventy-two Secret Pills Scripture carefully.

At this time, Granny Tang spoke, "Young master, those people actually wanted to kill you."

"I know."

"What? You saw through it?"

"Of course."

Chen Huangpi said with some surprise, "My six senses are sharp now. Of course I can see through it."

This time, it was Granny Tang's turn to be dumbfounded. She couldn't help but ask, "Since you knew, yet you still wanted to earn their money, don't you know the principle of seeking a tiger's skin and suffering a backlash?"

Chen Huangpi said, "Granny Tang, you're mistaken. I wanted to let them stay in the temple to earn their money. But after they wanted to kill me, I didn't want them to stay anymore. But I still want to earn their money."

Granny Tang was confused, "What do you mean?"

Chen Huangpi said, "If I kill them all, won't I have earned their money for nothing?"

He was about to forge the kidney temple, and his sword qi even carried a wisp of black smoke.

He could even cut off a piece of bark from the demon tree.

Wouldn't it be easy to kill a few cultivators?

Granny Tang still wanted to say that those cultivators had many deities behind them and would not allow you to be presumptuous.

But after thinking about it, she didn't say it.

Because Chen Huangpi's master specialized in eating deities, it was not impossible that he also had this ability.

In fact, Chen Huangpi didn't have such a good appetite.

But with the brass oil lamp around, the Divine Light of Escape could take him anywhere. If he couldn't beat them, he could definitely run.

Chen Huangpi was very familiar with the dangerous places near Mount Yuqiong.

Even deities would die if they went in.

He believed in his six senses.

It was a pity that he hadn't succeeded.

Chen Huangpi felt regretful and led the white-robed old Daoist into the temple.

As he walked, he said, "Second Master, you scared them. They won't dare to kill me anymore. They probably won't come to the temple to stay anymore. They might even run out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"They won't."

The white-robed old Daoist tilted his head.

Suddenly, he grinned, threw the candied hawthorn, stick and all, into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed it.

He could eat at night.

...

At this very moment, in the guest room, the fox mountain god was slowly absorbing incense.

"The deities outside are all fools. Their incense is so strong, yet they still dare to wander around the Pure Immortal Temple. Now they can't even leave."

The fox mountain god gloated.

Although it knew that even if it died, it could only die in the Pure Immortal Temple.

But those deities were different.

Their incense was too strong.

The white-robed old Daoist would definitely not let them go. At that time, they would all have to stay and be sucked dry.

And this, in turn, gave the fox mountain god a chance to catch its breath.

It wanted to take the opportunity to repair its divine soul.

And then start with that silly-looking, not-so-bad-hearted Huangpi kid. Maybe it could find a chance to leave this cursed place.

...

On the other side, Song Qiuyue and the other cultivators were walking extremely fast.

As soon as they left the mountain gate of the Pure Immortal Temple, they flew through the air, looking as pathetic as if they were fleeing for their lives.

"Miss, why didn't you ask the deities to kill that Daoist?"

Zhao Hai and the other cultivators were confused.

They had brought a full sixty deities. Before they left, the deities had absorbed enough incense in Xu Province City.

A mere old Daoist.

Although he looked a bit strange, he was at most on par with a deity.

It wouldn't be difficult to kill him.

Song Qiuyue bit her lip, her face full of fear, "That old Daoist is not a person..."

(End of Chapter)