Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 39: Netherworld Script

"First Master, open your mouth a little wider."

"My shoulder is stuck."

Chen Huangpi's voice was muffled. His head had entered the esophagus, but his shoulder was stuck at the purple-robed old Daoist's throat.

"Okay."

The purple-robed old Daoist's vocal cords vibrated. He reached out and forcefully pried his mouth open to an exaggerated degree.

Only then did he swallow Chen Huangpi.

After a period of darkness, Chen Huangpi felt his stomach and began to look for the demon tree's head.

"Found it!"

As soon as his voice fell, the purple-robed old Daoist grabbed Chen Huangpi's legs and pulled him out.

"Huangpi'er, you've grown again!"The purple-robed old Daoist used his hand to measure Chen Huangpi's head.

"Yesterday it was here, now it's here."

"It really is. It's almost up to your First Master's chest."

Only then did Chen Huangpi discover that he had grown a lot in one day.

It seemed that the faster the progress of the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art, the faster he would grow.

If he mastered it all, he would be at least three meters tall.

The brass oil lamp on the side was also extremely shocked.

It was with Chen Huangpi day and night.

For a moment, it really hadn't noticed the changes in Chen Huangpi's body.

Now that it thought about it carefully, it felt that something was wrong no matter how it thought about it.

He hadn't grown for so many years.

How could he suddenly grow up after mastering the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art, and grow so fast?

Could it be that he could grow into an adult in a year?

Thinking of this, the brass oil lamp thought to itself, "Chen Huangpi is already unusual. It's normal for him to grow a little faster now. There's no need to make a fuss."

At this time, "First Master, you digest too quickly. If only you had let me into your stomach earlier."

Chen Huangpi spread his hand, revealing a branch as long as a finger, with the bark corroded into pits.

Obviously, it was already dead beyond death.

The purple-robed old Daoist said aggrievedly, "Your master has been eating a lot recently, so my digestive ability has improved. You can't blame your master."

Chen Huangpi was not disappointed.

Because there were too many evil entities in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

He could definitely find a suitable one. Even if it wasn't as good as the demon tree, it would do.

At worst, he could find a water-attributed evil god.

"I won't blame you, First Master."

Chen Huangpi comforted, "It will still be a few days before my kidney temple is forged. At that time, you can help me pick a better one."

This was just a casual remark.

But the purple-robed old Daoist took it seriously.

After thinking for a moment, he grabbed his hair and said, "That tree is indeed very suitable, but it's dead. No, your master has to find a way to bring it back to life."

Chen Huangpi still wanted to call out to him.

But the purple-robed old Daoist had already disappeared without a trace.

"First Master, it's getting dark. Remember to come back early. I'll cook for you at night."

Chen Huangpi was helpless and could only stuff the dead branch of the demon tree into his clothes.

First Master was a warm-hearted person. He would immediately satisfy any request he made.

"Huang Er, I've already grown up, yet I still have to trouble master. Am I too much of a freeloader?"

"You're so silly. It's good enough to be able to freeload. If the Temple Master were my master, I, Huang Er, would eat off him for a lifetime."

The brass oil lamp said disdainfully, "Besides, it's much simpler for the Temple Master to pick a deity for you than for you to do it yourself."

Chen Huangpi shook his head, "If my kidney temple is forged, it's not necessarily so."

The general outline of the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art was very clear.

After the five viscera temples were refined, they would attract deities.

The five viscera temples were blooming flowers, and the deities were bees that came smelling the fragrance.

At that time, once the temple gate was closed, the deities would not be able to get out.

If it weren't for thinking of the demon tree, Chen Huangpi would have planned to use this method to invite a god into the pot step by step.

"Forget it, let's refine pills first. Curing master is the top priority."

Chen Huangpi continued to ponder where to find the main ingredient of the Heavenly Poison Pill, the Hundred Deaths and No Life Person.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains were very large.

So large that there was no end.

And although he had patrolled the mountains for many years, he had never cultivated before, so he had only been wandering around Mount Yuqiong. If he went any further, he would have to spend the night outside.

"There must be this thing in the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Chen Huangpi said so.

The next second, the Soul-Hooking Ghost's voice sounded, "Don't think about it. The Hundred Thousand Mountains don't grow the Hundred Deaths and No Life Person. You have to go to other places."

"Ah Gui, do you know where to find it?"

"Of course I know."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was hiding in the Soul-Hooking Manual. It had wanted to speak for a long time.

But as soon as the purple-robed old Daoist came in, it was so scared that it didn't dare to say much.

It only spoke now.

"The Hundred Deaths and No Life Person, that's something that only grows in the netherworld."

"Before, when mortals died, their souls would fall into the Yellow Springs, then flow down and sink into the netherworld, turning into the appearance of a baby. A jiazi is a lifetime, and it takes a hundred jiazi to grow up. They are like weeds, everywhere in the netherworld."

Although the Soul-Hooking Ghost had not taken the initiative to mention it, it was obvious that it was an existence from the netherworld.

But it was unknown why it had appeared in the human world and become the Soul-Hooking Ghost in the Soul-Hooking Manual.

Chen Huangpi frowned, "That is to say, if I want to get it, I have to go to the netherworld?"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost said, "That's right. You don't have to worry. I know how to get in."

"Silly ghost, you think we don't know?"

The brass oil lamp said disdainfully, "When the earth dragon turns over, you can enter the Yellow Springs by going against the current of the yellow mud. That's too dangerous. I won't let Chen Huangpi take the risk."

"Hehe."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost sneered, "Huang Er, although you are extraordinary, you don't know the principle of all things generating and restraining each other. I am a creature born from the Yellow Springs. It is my mother. How could it hurt me?"

"How dare you! You dare to call me Huang Er?"

The brass oil lamp was furious. It had long been unhappy that Chen Huangpi wanted to name this Soul-Hooking Ghost Huang San.

Although it was still called Ah Gui in the end, not of the Huang generation, it was still very awkward.

"You, Ah Gui, I, Huang Er, have long seen that you have a rebellious bone. Now you've finally jumped out."

"Chen Huangpi! Family! Good friend!"

The brass oil lamp emphasized the relationship three times in a row, and then said, "It is a creature born from the Yellow Springs. It wants to trick you into taking it back. At that time, it will plunge into the Yellow Springs and run away. You will be finished. Don't believe it!"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was furious, "Nonsense! He is the contract master and the Temple Master's disciple. If I dare to harm him like this, the Temple Master will probably tear open the netherworld and dry up the Yellow Springs to kill me."

Although the Soul-Hooking Ghost did have this thought, it really didn't dare.

And at this time, Chen Huangpi suddenly said, "Ah Gui, you just said that you are a creature born from the Yellow Springs. Then you should be of the water attribute, right?"

"Hahaha!"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost laughed three times and said, "I suddenly remembered that there is a place in the Hundred Thousand Mountains that might really have the Hundred Deaths and No Life Person you want."

"It's just that you have to put on my skin and become an evil entity to enter that place. Otherwise, all the evil entities will tear you to pieces when they see you."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost honestly confessed.

That Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art, although it had never seen it before, just by listening to the words of the purple-robed old Daoist and Chen Huangpi, it felt very strange.

What "if the deity doesn't listen after entering, then beat it hard."

And what "once you enter, you can never get out again."

How could that be a place it could stay?

Chen Huangpi smiled, and the brass oil lamp also smiled.

"Don't be like this."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost said aggrievedly, "The Temple Master is not going to revive that demon tree. It's much stronger than me. Even at my peak, I'm not as terrifying as it. I'm not as good as it. I'm worse than it. You don't want a weak waste like me in your kidney temple, do you?"

It kept belittling itself.

In fact, it wasn't that bad.

It was just that it was not doing well.

If it really recovered to its peak, it could still fight with that demon tree.

However, Chen Huangpi took it seriously.

He comforted the Soul-Hooking Ghost, "Ah Gui, don't belittle yourself like this. In my heart, you are no worse than that demon tree. How about this, let's sign and seal it. You take me to find the Hundred Deaths and No Life Person, and I won't lock you in the kidney temple."

"My kidney temple is very terrifying. Once you enter, you can never get out again."

"Okay, I'll sign!"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost had been in the Soul-Hooking Manual for so many years.

It was the first time it had encountered a contract master asking it to sign and seal.

Could it be that if it broke the contract, it would have to kill itself?

In a short while, lines of text appeared on the Soul-Hooking Manual.

Chen Huangpi and the Soul-Hooking Ghost agreed that as long as the Soul-Hooking Ghost could take him to find the Hundred Deaths and No Life Person, he would not put the Soul-Hooking Ghost in the kidney temple.

Conversely, Chen Huangpi had the right to order the Soul-Hooking Ghost to enter the kidney temple.

Both parties signed and sealed.

Once the contract was broken, the Soul-Hooking Ghost would kill the Soul-Hooking Ghost.

This made the Soul-Hooking Ghost feel ridiculous.

Without even thinking, it signed its name.

One by one, twisted characters like mosquitoes and flies appeared on the Soul-Hooking Manual.

The brass oil lamp leaned over to take a look and felt dizzy.

The characters seemed to have a life of their own.

They revealed a sense of decay, gloom, and incomparable obscurity.

"Chen Huangpi, what's its name?"

"Let me see."

Chen Huangpi leaned over and looked up and down.

This scene, in the eyes of the Soul-Hooking Ghost, couldn't help but feel even more ridiculous.

It was a life of the netherworld, a child born from the Yellow Springs.

It was naturally proficient in the netherworld script.

That was a script that the living beings of the mortal world could never understand.

Even if their souls entered the netherworld after death and became living beings of the netherworld, it was impossible for them to learn the netherworld script.

That was something that only belonged to a living being like it.

But the next second, Chen Huangpi read it out loud, "Moduosanabo..."

"What a strange name. Ah Gui sounds more pleasing to the ear."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was as if it had seen a ghost.

It was in the Soul-Hooking Manual and almost couldn't help but jump out.

"How do you know the netherworld script?"

"Why can't I know it?"

Chen Huangpi said as a matter of course, "I have read many medicine classics and can speak in prose. Isn't it normal for me to know some strange characters?"

"But this is the netherworld script. Could it be that you are a living being born from the Yellow Springs of the netherworld?"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost felt uncomfortable all over.

Because this and it...

No, to be precise, it didn't match the Yellow Springs of the netherworld at all.

No matter how you looked at Chen Huangpi, he was a living being of the mortal world.

Because there was not a trace of the dark aura of the netherworld, not a trace of the cold aura of the Yellow Springs on him.

But he could recognize the netherworld script, which only a living being born from the Yellow Springs of the netherworld could master.

"You're not right, you're very not right."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost roared like a madman, "Chen Huangpi, what the hell are you? You go to the netherworld with me, go down to the Yellow Springs. No matter what existence you are, the Yellow Springs will reflect your true form, and the netherworld will fix your true body."

"I want to see what kind of thing you are."

Chen Huangpi was too lazy to pay attention to the Soul-Hooking Ghost and directly signed his name on the Soul-Hooking Manual.

"Let's go, take me to the place you said only evil entities can go."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost shook its head helplessly.

It had long since discovered that Chen Huangpi was not right, but it had never taken it to heart. Now that it involved the netherworld script, it suddenly couldn't sit still.

How could a living being of the mortal world recognize the netherworld script of the netherworld?

If Chen Huangpi was just wearing a layer of human skin and was essentially like it, that would be fine. But if not, then it meant that there was a big problem with the netherworld and the Yellow Springs.

(End of Chapter)