Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 49: Chen Dansheng?

The red moon hung high in the night sky, and the wailing wind blew through the withered trees.

Mount Yuqiong, in front of the mountain gate.

Song Qiuyue and the other cultivators had been lying on the ground like worms for more than half an hour.

From time to time, rain would fall.

During this period, no one dared to move.

Even if there were really insects and poisonous snakes crawling over them, they just pretended not to feel it.

It could only be said that they were worthy of being Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

Each of them had a firm Dao heart and could endure a lot.

However, even after enduring for so long, some people had become restless.

After the strange phenomenon of the sun and moon in the same sky had disappeared, the countless god-like and demon-like phantoms standing behind the Pure Immortal Temple had also disappeared.As for the white fog, it had long since dispersed.

The reason they didn't dare to move was purely because they were afraid.

"It's been so long. Perhaps that old Daoist has already left."

"Perhaps he's not an evil entity, just mad. Otherwise, he would have eaten us long ago."

"Miss, please give us an answer."

Zhao Hai and the other cultivators threw the problem to Song Qiuyue.

At this time, they spoke in unison, which was also a reminder to this noble lady of a prominent family that if they didn't leave soon, they really wouldn't be able to hold on.

A family servant was a family servant.

Life was life, right?

Song Qiuyue hesitated. She was actually the one who wanted to leave the most.

After the old Daoist had left, she had had the thought.

But the sixty deities had all reminded her that ever since the white fog had appeared, their incense had been inexplicably disappearing at an incredible speed.

They had once suspected that it was the old Daoist's doing.

Although they had never heard of any evil entity that could absorb incense, the Hundred Thousand Mountains were full of strange things. Who knew what strange existence could do it?

Of course, none of this was important.

Even if it wasn't the old Daoist, it didn't matter.

Because after the old Daoist had left, their incense was still disappearing at all times.

It was as if the existence that was sucking away their incense was always hiding in the dark.

Or, the old Daoist was sucking their incense from a distance.

Anyway, whether it was or not, they couldn't leave.

Song Qiuyue couldn't help but ask the sixty deities.

"If we leave now, there might still be a chance."

"You can go, but we can't."

The deities replied so.

Song Qiuyue was in despair.

Although it was not long before dawn, it was still pitch-black outside.

Without the protection of the deities, what were they, these Nascent Soul cultivators?

If they encountered one or two evil entities, they might still be able to resist a little.

If they were to fight, it would only attract more and more evil entities. No matter how you looked at it, it was a dead end.

Song Qiuyue turned to the next best thing, "Can you send a message to the Song family and inform them of my current situation?"

This time, the deities gave a reply.

"After dawn, we will send a message to the family."

Without the strange white fog, during the day, the deities only needed a thought, and the message could pass through the Hundred Thousand Mountains and travel to any place tens of thousands of miles away.

"Miss..."

Zhao Hai opened his mouth and looked at Song Qiuyue earnestly.

"After dawn, we will leave."

Song Qiuyue sighed helplessly, "The deities can't leave, so this is the only way."

Seeing this, Zhao Hai and the other cultivators could only suppress their thoughts.

There was no way. They could urge this noble lady of a prominent family, but they couldn't make decisions for her.

It could even be said that their lives were also in Song Qiuyue's hands.

Even if the sixty deities were weakened, they were not something these cultivators could contend with.

The Nascent Soul was the end of the path of cultivation.

A deity, on this broken path, had built another bridge.

The two were not the same concept.

How could they contend?

The cultivators eagerly looked forward to the dawn.

Every minute and every second was a torment.

Gradually, a touch of fish-belly white finally appeared on the horizon.

Song Qiuyue and the others were extremely excited.

"It's dawn, we can go!"

"Let's go, if not now, then when!"

"Quick, let's go!"

The cultivators were extremely excited. One by one, they all stood in the air, just waiting for the sky to brighten a little more, and then they would immediately fly away.

But just at that moment, a voice that made their hair stand on end sounded from above their heads.

"You're leaving?"

Everyone looked up and saw the purple-robed old Daoist drooling, holding a plate in one hand with melons, fruits, and pastries on it, and the other hand was in his head, fiddling, squatting in mid-air, looking down at them.

At this moment, everyone finally understood that the rain that had been falling from time to time was actually the purple-robed old Daoist's saliva.

That is to say, in the interval when they had been lying on the ground, this purple-robed old Daoist had been staring at them for an unknown amount of time.

Even the deities had not noticed.

"Sen... senior..."

Song Qiuyue recalled the fawning expressions of the servants when they saw her, but she could only learn a caricature of it and could only force a smile and say, "We... we... are not leaving..."

"Heh? Not leaving."

The purple-robed old Daoist tilted his head, his saliva flowing, and said blankly, "If you're not leaving, why are you flying? Get down, get down!"

All the cultivators landed on the ground.

The purple-robed old Daoist's figure flashed.

He appeared in front of them, still holding the plate full of offerings, with his back to them.

He lowered his head and murmured, "I've been watching them for a long time. I thought they were going to leave. I wanted to jump out and scare them to make their meat firmer, but I didn't expect to not scare a single one."

As soon as these words were spoken, the bodies of Song Qiuyue and the others immediately tensed to the limit.

The next second, the purple-robed old Daoist suddenly turned his head and smiled, "Heh, I scared you, I scared you."

After speaking, he swayed, like a madman, and ran towards the Pure Immortal Temple.

As he ran, he was still laughing.

The laughter was half mad, half lucid.

"Huangpi'er, your master is back, and I've brought you something delicious!"

No matter how you heard it, it made one's hair stand on end.

"Miss..."

"Let's go."

Song Qiuyue clenched the corner of her clothes and walked forward with difficulty.

This purple-robed old Daoist seemed to be different from when she had seen him in a white robe during the day. He was not so crazy, nor did he have the malice of wanting to eat people as soon as he opened his mouth. He had not even warned them not to leave.

But everyone knew that if they left this mountain, it would probably be their death.

At this time, the sky was bright.

The scorching sunlight dispelled the cold of the night.

But the hearts of all the cultivators were as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Fortunately, it was daytime now. The deities had already sent a message to Xu Province City. It was not impossible for them to survive.

...

Chen Huangpi only felt that he had had a dream.

In the dream, his body was constantly shrinking.

He had finally grown a little, but in the blink of an eye, he had returned to his original eight-year-old appearance.

His skin had turned yellowish, and his body had become thin and weak.

Gradually, he became smaller and smaller.

His body was so small that he couldn't even wear a tattered Daoist robe.

Even, he had turned into an egg.

The egg was very large, as wide as his outstretched arms, and as high as his chest.

On the egg, there were countless golden and black, strange characters like flowers, birds, fish, and insects swimming.

The characters were exactly the same as the characters of the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art and the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art.

But the characters were flowing and swimming too fast.

And Chen Huangpi was trapped in the egg, so he couldn't see what the characters were writing at all.

He tried to break out of the shell, but he felt that something was wrong.

"I'm clearly a person. If I drill out of an egg, won't I really become Chen Dansheng!"

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "This nightmare is too terrifying!"

"It must be that master's words last time scared me, making me dream that I was in an egg. I'm clearly a person. The evil entity turned into my true form, and I saw it clearly."

The evil entity had transformed into Chen Huangpi's true form, which was a baby curled up in a placenta that had not yet formed.

There was no difference from an ordinary person.

Alright, Chen Huangpi couldn't deceive himself.

Because on the membrane that wrapped the placenta, there were clearly golden and black characters about to form. It was just that he and the mutated deity statue had attacked at the same time, not even giving the evil entity a chance to continue to transform, and had directly blasted it into dregs.

If it had been allowed to continue to transform, it might have really turned into an egg.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi felt that his whole person was not good.

He was angry from the bottom of his heart.

He immediately looked at the eggshell with even more displeasure.

With a sword finger, he subconsciously mobilized the essence qi between his two kidneys to turn into the Grand Duke Demon Slaying, breaking out of the egg.

But with this move, he strangely found that the essence qi was gone.

Instead, a streak of pitch-black, strange, dark, and demonic sword qi came out from his fingertips.

The gate of his kidney temple had been closed.

But the essence qi had not recovered, as if it had completely disappeared.

Chen Huangpi was astonished, "Where is my essence qi?"

The Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art had not mentioned this kind of change.

Because the black smoke had originally grown from his kidney temple. Before, there was only a wisp of it mixed in the essence qi. Now, it had simply completely replaced the essence qi.

That is to say, if Chen Huangpi continued to use this black smoke, the gate of his kidney temple would soon be blasted open again, and just like before, there would be a delay between his consciousness and his physical body.

"How can cultivation be so inconvenient! Essence qi is qi, and smoke qi is also qi!"

Thinking this, Chen Huangpi simply blasted at the eggshell.

The sword qi slashed at it.

Not only did it not cause any damage, but it bounced back onto Chen Huangpi.

"Why has my sword qi become so soft?"

Chen Huangpi did not feel any pain. Not believing in heresy, he slashed out another streak of sword qi, retracting it without releasing it. With just a pinch of his fingers, the pitch-black sword qi turned into black smoke and dispersed.

He suddenly understood.

"Although my black smoke is terrifying, if it is completely constructed into sword qi, it will lose its sharp characteristics. I cannot replace essence qi."

Chen Huangpi only thought about it for a moment and understood the way.

"Besides sword techniques, I am also slightly proficient in fist and foot techniques!"

Chen Huangpi raised his fist and punched the eggshell.

His punch was like a dragon.

With just a "crack" sound, a hole was made in the eggshell on the spot.

A wailing yin wind immediately drilled in from the hole.

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened. He glanced outside the hole, and his little face immediately turned pale.

Outside, countless dense, lifeless eyes, like a collapsed sand dune, all poured in along the hole on the egg.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Huangpi was submerged in countless eyes in the egg.

Disgusting, sticky.

Like being crawled over by a snake.

The eyes blinked, and their gazes were filled with strong malice.

"Ah!"

Chen Huangpi suddenly woke up.

Only then did he see clearly that he had actually returned to the main hall of the Pure Immortal Temple.

The brass oil lamp was floating on the left, and the First Master in a purple robe was squatting on the right, holding a plate in one hand and his other hand in his head, staring at him while drooling.

Seeing Chen Huangpi wake up, the brass oil lamp said excitedly, "Temple Master, he's awake! He's awake!"

"Huang Er, First Master?"

Chen Huangpi was a little bewildered.

The next second, a plate full of offerings was placed in front of him.

"Huangpi'er! You're awake. Your master has brought you your favorite offerings!"

The purple-robed old Daoist pointed at the plate of offerings and said smugly, "Now you know how much your master dotes on you, right? More than the second and third! They are bad, your master is good! In the future, don't let them eat you."

(End of Chapter)