Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 37: The Fog Has Three Colors

"Evil entity, he's an evil entity!"

Song Qiuyue said in a terrified tone, "And he's not an ordinary evil entity, he might be a disaster!"

Cultivators called all unusual, extremely dangerous, and terrifying existences "evil entities."

And those more dangerous and stranger than evil entities were called "disasters."

They would often add the word "peril" to their names.

For example, the Yellow Peril.

Those even more dangerous, who could kill millions of living beings as soon as they appeared, were called "calamities."

If that demon tree hadn't had its head twisted off by the purple-robed old Daoist, it would probably have turned into a demon tree calamity after some time.

Because it was simply too terrifying.

It could definitely kill millions, tens of millions of living beings in an instant."Sixty deities are all warning me."

"If it's not a disaster, what is it?"

"And it's definitely not an ordinary disaster."

Song Qiuyue was terrified.

As she flew, she would look back from time to time.

The cultivators, on the other hand, were not so pathetic. Having crawled out of the mud, their Dao hearts were much firmer than those of flowers in a greenhouse.

"Sixty deities will definitely be able to protect our safety."

Zhao Hai said, "Miss, such a terrifying existence has appeared in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. We need to send a message to Xu Province City immediately."

"The matter of immigration cannot continue either."

"That's right."

Song Qiuyue regained some of her composure and gritted her teeth, "I will now ask the deities to send a message to inform my uncle that the Hundred Thousand Mountains must never be set foot in again."

She was filled with regret.

If she had known this, she would not have come to these Hundred Thousand Mountains.

And she shouldn't have done it just to put on a show for the others in the Song family.

Twelfth Madam was dead, so what? How could it be more important than her own life?

But just at that moment, Song Qiuyue suddenly froze, hovering in the air without moving.

"Look, what is that?"

Zhao Hai and the other cultivators were confused and all looked in the direction Song Qiuyue was pointing.

Then, everyone's faces became extremely ugly.

In front of them, wisps of fog were intertwining in the air, gradually becoming thicker and thicker.

Looking down, cracks had appeared on the ground at some point.

The cracks were like mouths, opening and closing, spewing out thick fog.

Looking in all directions, there was fog everywhere, and the speed at which it was spreading was as fast as lightning.

In just a few breaths, the trees and high mountains that were originally visible were all blocked by the fog.

No, to be precise, they were blocked by the fog.

Even the sky above their heads was covered in fog.

Song Qiuyue suddenly laughed miserably.

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have come."

Zhao Hai and the other cultivators had a bad premonition.

"Miss?"

"Miss!!!!"

"The deities said that their connection with Xu Province has been cut off."

At this moment, Song Qiuyue's regret was as strong as if it were eating away at her bones.

She shouldn't have come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and she shouldn't have followed the golden light to the Pure Immortal Temple.

Zhao Hai said in terror, "The connection is broken. What should we do?"

Song Qiuyue said, "Half a moment ago, the deities had already sent a message to Xu Province. I think they should be looking for us. Don't panic."

"You, go and investigate the fog."

"I... yes, miss."

The cultivator gritted his teeth and rushed towards the fog. He first carefully swung out a streak of sword qi.

The fog was instantly split open, but it converged again in the blink of an eye.

As if it were endless.

"I can't sense my sword qi."

The cultivator's face was ugly, and he was at a loss.

Song Qiuyue said, "Use a magic treasure."

"Yes, miss."

Hearing this, the cultivator immediately released a shuttle-shaped magic treasure. With just a blow, the magic treasure grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was the size of a small boat and crashed into the fog.

But it was useless.

As soon as the magic treasure entered the fog, the connection was cut off.

"Pfft..."

The cultivator immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and said in pain, "Miss, the wisp of soul I refined into that magic treasure is gone."

"Ask the deities to take action!"

Song Qiuyue's face was gloomy. A tall phantom of a deity appeared behind her. The deity was several tens of feet tall, with steel-needle-like whiskers on its cheeks, and its ears hung down to its shoulders. One hand was clenched into a fist, and the other hand formed a seal. It opened its bloody mouth and let out a shocking sound.

"Humph, ha!"

The deity's phantom's tongue bloomed like a lotus. The two sounds of "humph" and "ha" were like spring thunder.

The surrounding fog was instantly blasted away.

Everyone's faces were filled with ecstasy.

But the next second, they were all dimmed.

The fog was blasted away for at least several tens of miles, but behind it, there was still an endless fog. And the area that had just been blasted open had returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

What was even stranger was that after the deity had struck once, it had instantly retracted into the temple that Song Qiuyue carried with her and refused to take action again.

"Song family girl, this god only struck at the fog once, and the incense inexplicably decreased by ten percent. The fog seems to be extremely effective against deities."

The deity only gave Song Qiuyue this one sentence and then said no more.

"What on earth is this..."

Song Qiuyue looked at the fog and had a feeling that she would die in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Was it that old Daoist who did it?"

"Does he want to eat us? Or is he standing up for Chen Huangpi?"

Song Qiuyue felt it should be the former.

Because although she had killing intent, she had not taken action.

"Miss, the fog is coming over."

"Quick, let's go."

The cultivators were in a mess.

Song Qiuyue's eyes were dazed, and she was passively following Zhao Hai and the other cultivators as they retreated.

As soon as they left, the fog had already spread to their previous position.

But no one dared to risk their lives to test whether the fog would eat them.

Before long, they had once again arrived at the foot of Mount Yuqiong.

Song Qiuyue looked up and seemed to be able to see the outline of the Pure Immortal Temple.

"What a Pure Immortal Temple, what a terrifying place."

This time, Song Qiuyue no longer felt that the name of the Pure Immortal Temple was too arrogant.

She felt that this was a demon's cave.

...

On the other side, Chen Huangpi and Granny Tang and the others had re-signed the contract.

And he had ruthlessly added a thirty percent reward on top.

Granny Tang naturally did not refuse.

"Young master, it seems to be getting foggy..."

"It's normal for the mountains to be foggy."

Chen Huangpi felt that Granny Tang was making a fuss over nothing.

He had patrolled the mountains every day for all these years. Besides living people, what had he not encountered?

He had encountered the earth dragon turning over countless times.

Let alone fog.

"But this fog is very white, as white as..."

"Like what?"

Granny Tang glanced at the white-robed old Daoist next to her and said bitterly, "Nothing."

She couldn't possibly say that this fog was as white as the Daoist robe your Second Master was wearing...

The color was exactly the same.

Terrifyingly white.

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "It is a bit white, but isn't fog like this? Besides white, there's only purple. Granny Tang, have you ever seen fog of other colors?"

"No, no..."

Granny Tang shook her head.

"No, there is."

The white-robed old Daoist tilted his head and said seriously, "There is green fog."

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "Second Master, you've remembered wrong. Fog is only purple and white, not green."

After his master went mad, his favorite colors were purple, white, and green.

He had even distinguished First Master, Second Master, and Third Master by the color of their Daoist robes.

But in fact, Chen Huangpi had never seen Third Master.

And naturally, he had never seen green fog.

"Alright, Granny Tang, I'm going to the alchemy room. I'll cook for you again at night."

Chen Huangpi waved at Granny Tang and then pulled the white-robed old Daoist away from the guest room.

In place, "He's finally gone."

Granny Tang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Her whole body also went limp.

At this time, the fox mountain god, who had been playing dead, suddenly spoke, "Don't worry. Although that old Daoist is strange, he is truly Chen Huangpi's master. He won't make a move in front of Chen Huangpi."

And that was the truth.

Whether it was the purple-robed old Daoist or the white-robed old Daoist, neither of them had ever eaten a person or a deity in front of Chen Huangpi.

It was as if they were both afraid of scaring Chen Huangpi.

Granny Tang said, "Mountain God, how should we leave?"

The fox mountain god said, "When the old Daoist is full, and when the Huangpi kid is no longer your creditor, perhaps there will be a chance to leave."

"Then what should we do during this time?"

"Act as if nothing has happened."

The fox mountain god closed its eyes and said helplessly, "This place is a demon's cave. But that Huangpi kid only thinks his master has gone mad. Mad, this god also wants to go mad. How can there be such a madness?"

"When you see that old Daoist in the future, you must address him as Temple Master."

Granny Tang nodded, "This old woman understands."

...

In the alchemy room, Chen Huangpi sat in front of the Nine Dragons Heaven Refining Furnace, reading the Seventy-two Secret Pills Scripture.

It was a bit late today.

Therefore, Chen Huangpi thought of studying this Seventy-two Secret Pills Scripture and going out to patrol the mountains again tomorrow.

"The Temple Master is finally gone."

The brass oil lamp grew hands and feet and stood on Chen Huangpi's shoulder, saying, "Family, are you really going to refine pills?"

"Of course I'm going to refine pills!"

Chen Huangpi said, "If I don't refine pills, how can I cure my master's illness? He's old. I don't want him to be mad when he passes away. And recently, master's condition has become more and more unstable. I must hurry."

"But..."

The brass oil lamp said with some worry, "This is an alchemy classic given to you by an evil entity. What if... what if it's very useful!"

"I think this Heavenly Poison Pill is very good! Using poison to fight poison, it can definitely cure the Temple Master's illness!"

"I have the same intention!"

At this time, Chen Huangpi was looking at the recipe for the Heavenly Poison Pill.

"Look, it says here that touching it will lead to death, and coming into contact with it will lead to demise. The soul will dissipate within three breaths. I took a fancy to it at a glance."

Chen Huangpi held up the medicine classic, his whole person becoming extremely confident and full of spirit.

Over the years, he had studied all the medicine classics in the Pure Immortal Temple.

And he had used them all on his master.

Although he hadn't cured his master, Chen Huangpi had gained some insights.

"Medicine is three parts poison, and pills are also medicine."

Chen Huangpi reminded, "Huang Er, do you remember? I used rat poison on master before, and I tripled the dose."

The brass oil lamp had long forgotten.

But it said, "I remember. And that day, I felt that the Temple Master seemed to be much more energetic. It's a pity it wasn't poisonous enough, otherwise the Temple Master would have been cured by you."

The brass oil lamp had a good idea. The Temple Master definitely couldn't be poisoned to death. No pill would be useful. But it was possible to poison him into a stupor.

At that time, he would trick Chen Huangpi into going to the outside world to find a famous doctor, and then wouldn't he have escaped!

But Chen Huangpi frowned, "You've remembered wrong. That day, master became lucid after taking the medicine. It's a pity it was only that one time. Later, no matter how much I increased the dose or changed to a more poisonous recipe, it was useless. I think that if a person takes too much medicine, they should develop..."

He didn't know how to describe it.

After a long time, he had a flash of inspiration, "Drug resistance. Yes, these three words are very fitting."

The brass oil lamp was dumbfounded.

No way, using poison to fight poison really works?

It seemed there was really such a possibility.

For an existence like the Temple Master, the more poisonous the pill, the more it might stimulate him.

But if the Temple Master really became lucid and knew that he had incited Chen Huangpi to poison him, wouldn't he be sent back to the furnace?

"That, how about we change it? I think this Heavenly Poison Pill is a bit too poisonous. Look at this one called the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill. It looks very righteous. Isn't our Pure Immortal Temple cultivating immortals? Let's refine this pill!"

Chen Huangpi shook his head, "No, I'm going to refine this one."

When he thought of his master's madness being so severe that he had started talking nonsense, saying he was born from an egg, and was originally going to be called Chen Dansheng, but had to choose the name Chen Huangpi after tossing a coin, he had the urge to cure his master immediately.

"Huang Er, you remember, a serious illness should be treated with strong medicine!"

(End of Chapter)