Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 9: Be My Dog

"Wrong, all wrong!!!!"

The brass oil lamp shouted in Chen Huangpi's mind, "I underestimated this evil god. I thought it was just looking for someone to take the fall, at most targeting those few deities. I never expected it to have its eyes on this temple, wanting to seize the nest. If it really succeeds, the trouble will be immense."

"What will happen if it succeeds?"

"If it succeeds, it can stay in the human world and not enter the Yellow Springs. Moreover, it will be unkillable. At that point, it will likely become the most terrifying Yellow Peril in these Hundred Thousand Mountains."

The strange are known for their evil.

Although evil entities were terrifying, they only appeared at night.

But if it were to be called a "peril," then there would be no distinction between day and night.

The mud people were already lifting the evil god's statue and gradually rising from the cracks.

However, they were in no hurry.

Instead, they stood in place, taking their time.They were not in a hurry, but someone else was.

Chen Huangpi saw that the protection range of the four deities had already shrunk to just outside the wooden house temple, no longer as vast as before.

It wasn't that they couldn't fight this weasel evil god.

It was that with the earth dragon turning over and the yellow mud spewing from underground, any deity had to give way.

"Madam, how long are you going to wait?" Granny Tang urged anxiously.

But Twelfth Madam was very clear-headed. "If I open the temple gates now, I will be giving it a chance to enter."

"If you leave now, you might still have a chance of survival."

"We can't leave!" Granny Tang said resolutely. "It won't let us go."

The evil god's purpose was too direct. If they didn't open the temple gates, this group of people, along with the mountain god, wouldn't be able to leave. And as the yellow mud spread, the mountain god would surely be polluted.

Two evil gods could naturally break through the temple gates.

If they opened the temple gates, then it must have the ability to occupy the wooden house temple, and the deities inside would surely be no match for it.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have shown its hand.

Granny Tang saw it, and Twelfth Madam naturally saw it too.

So, although it seemed the two were at odds like fire and water, in reality, both women were very calm and restrained.

Granny Tang then said, "If my mountain god enters, with four deities guarding the temple, we might be able to resist for a while. There is still an hour until dawn. That is the only chance."

Twelfth Madam remained silent.

The remnants and cultivators present also all closed their mouths.

The remnants were led by Granny Tang because she was the shamaness who served the mountain god.

The cultivators were the house slaves of the Governor of Xu Province and naturally couldn't make decisions for their master.

Only Chen Huangpi was pondering the Dog Rearing Scripture.

There was a dead silence inside the wooden temple.

However, the three deities released a halo of light that only Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp could see, taking some of the burden off the fox mountain god.

"That child is not right. He seems to be able to see my true form."

The mountain god's voice suddenly sounded in Granny Tang's mind. She glanced at Chen Huangpi without a trace, her heart filled with shock.

This child can see the mountain god's true form?

In an instant, a thought exploded in Granny Tang's mind.

Previously, she had suspected this child was the evil entity and had asked the mountain god to check his background, but the mountain god had closed its eyes.

No matter how she called, the mountain god did not respond.

At that time, Granny Tang felt that Chen Huangpi was not right and wanted to drive him away. But later, the mountain god suddenly testified that he was not the evil entity. Also, considering he was about the same age as her granddaughter, she was moved by the scene and let him stay.

But now, it seemed Granny Tang suspected she had made a mistake.

Chen Huangpi didn't know about the turmoil in Granny Tang's heart.

He was currently doing ideological work on the brass oil lamp.

"Huang Er, isn't it good to be my dog?"

"Good my ass! That Dog Rearing Scripture of yours doesn't sound like any proper technique. That life-reaping ghost hasn't eaten as many people as the lamp oil I, Huang Er, have eaten. You listen to it but don't believe me. You're rotten to the core!"

"I won't, Huang Er. You're my good friend."

"Alright then, pass the Dog Rearing Scripture to me, and you be my dog. Then I'll consider you my good friend!"

"You can't learn it."

"How do you know I can't learn it if you don't pass it to me? I have hands and feet, I can even grow meridians. You just want to ride on my head, don't you?"

"I have no such thought!"

"Then pass the Dog Rearing Scripture to me!"

Chen Huangpi had no choice. He really couldn't win against the brass oil lamp, so he had to recite the Dog Rearing Scripture in his mind.

"Huh, this technique really has some tricks to it."

The brass oil lamp was a little surprised. It knew where this technique came from.

Those stupid dog cultivators like Lin Ye had signed and made a pact with Chen Huangpi on the Soul-Hooking Manual, but they didn't fulfill it. After death, their souls fell into the Soul-Hooking Manual, and the Dog Rearing Scripture was found from their memories.

It was also one of the only two magical arts Chen Huangpi could cultivate.

The other was a remnant sword technique called Grand Duke Demon Slaying.

However, the brass oil lamp actually looked down on both of these magical arts. Its origins were too ancient. That's why, half-jokingly and half to dismiss Chen Huangpi, it had asked him for this Dog Rearing Scripture.

But upon looking at it, the brass oil lamp felt that this magical art was not as crude as it had thought.

"Heretical, too heretical!"

The brass oil lamp shouted, "Chen Huangpi, you've really found a treasure. This technique should be an evil path beast taming art researched by some madman before the world changed. All beasts can be turned into running dogs under one's command. It's just a pity..."

"Pity what?"

"Pity that I'm not a beast. I'm a magic treasure. It's impossible for you to make me your dog!"

"Then... then what do we do?"

Chen Huangpi panicked a little. Ever since he obtained the Dog Rearing Scripture, he felt that this method was very powerful. Plus, the brass oil lamp already had the ability to protect him in the dark. The two combined would surely ensure their safety.

Now that his hope was dashed, he was truly out of options.

"What do we do?"

The brass oil lamp said proudly, "Simple. I'll just master the Dog Rearing Scripture. You're already unusual. Even the true fire of the Temple Master's alchemy furnace can't burn you. If you become my dog, and I control you, what can a mere evil god do to us?"

"No, no."

Chen Huangpi immediately refused, "I'm a person, how can I be your dog?"

"People are also beasts, two-legged beasts. Of course they can be dogs."

In fact, the brass oil lamp was lying.

Although it was a magic treasure, it had intelligence, hands, and feet. It was an alternative life form.

But how could it possibly be Chen Huangpi's dog?

If they really escaped from these Hundred Thousand Mountains in the future and met its old friends, wouldn't it be laughed at until its teeth fell out?

"But..."

"No buts. I, Huang Er, can swear to the heavens that even if you become my dog, you and I will still be the best of friends!!!"

"I..."

Chen Huangpi was very troubled. He was to inherit the Pure Immortal Temple.

Huang Er, by rights, also belonged to the Pure Immortal Temple.

If he became Huang Er's dog, he would never be able to hold his head high for the rest of his life.

As if knowing Chen Huangpi's thoughts, the brass oil lamp comforted him, "I see there's a way to break it in this Dog Rearing Scripture. As long as we both agree, we can immediately sever the connection. You know me, I will definitely agree. Then no one will know you were ever my dog."

Chen Huangpi hesitated for a moment and said helplessly, "It seems this is the only way for now."

The brass oil lamp said excitedly, "In the moment before dawn, that evil god will definitely make a move. Let's use this time. You quickly cooperate with me to practice the Dog Rearing Scripture. Don't hesitate, this is a matter of life and death."

"Don't worry, Huang Er, I will definitely cooperate with you."

Having made his decision, Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged in front of the wooden house temple and began to practice the Dog Rearing Scripture.

The brass oil lamp hung from his waist. Although it looked ordinary, inside, it had already grown meridians and a dantian.

One person, one lamp.

They began to practice the Dog Rearing Scripture just like that.

Gradually, the brass oil lamp felt a kind of mental connection with Chen Huangpi.

Moreover, it seemed to have discovered something unusual about Chen Huangpi.

"Family, what's with your two kidneys? Why do they seem to be made of iron!"

"And that kidney qi, how does it cycle endlessly, generating on its own without you needing to urge it, and it's endless, as if it's alive."

"First Master said that's how the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art is."

Chen Huangpi said casually in his mind. At this time, he also felt the extraordinariness of the brass oil lamp.

And he felt even more.

"So Huang Er is really powerful, just weakened because it was divided into several thousand pieces."

As far as Chen Huangpi could remember, the brass oil lamp had always been like this.

He had once asked his master why he treated Huang Er this way, but his master said it had brought it upon itself and was not allowed to retract its avatars.

This rule seemed to be an iron law.

Even at such a critical moment, Huang Er had never entertained that thought.

Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged, cultivating.

Granny Tang naturally saw it, but she no longer had the mind to care about Chen Huangpi.

Because it was now very, very close to dawn.

So close that looking out, one could vaguely see a silver line on the horizon.

The sky was about to brighten.

Granny Tang knew it, Twelfth Madam knew it.

The cultivators and remnants present also knew it.

The evil god and the mud people serving it knew it even more clearly.

"Grandma, the sky is about to brighten. We can't delay any longer. If we miss the time and the mountain god can't enter the temple, it will get angry."

"Grandma, when you abandoned the mountain god, I was the one accompanying it. The yellow mud submerged me, I couldn't breathe, I felt my whole body rotting away, but I don't blame you, and the mountain god doesn't blame you either. Now the mountain god wants me to ask you."

"This temple gate, are you opening it or not?"

The mud girl's voice was still as pleasant as ever.

Granny Tang sighed, looking coldly at the granddaughter she had raised with her own hands. No, that was an evil entity, not her granddaughter at all.

"Madam, it's time to act."

As soon as her voice fell, the gate of the wooden house temple instantly opened.

Twelfth Madam was still wearing the same clothes, her face half-covered by a black veil.

And behind her stood three ten-meter-tall deities with robust dharma bodies and angry, glaring eyes.

"A mere wild mountain spirit dares to covet a deity's temple. It deserves to be killed!!!"

Twelfth Madam held a long sword, her eyes filled with killing intent!

Granny Tang was the same. She struck the ground with her staff and roared.

"Invite the mountain god to possess me!!!"

The next second, a phantom figure walked down from the fox deity statue and directly possessed Granny Tang.

The mud girl sighed, "Mortals are just full of schemes. They have to fight it out. Why bother?"

Before her voice fell, the mud people carrying the weasel statue all took a step forward.

Instantly, large pools of yellow mud, as if boiling, rushed towards the crowd and the temple like an overwhelming tide.

Chen Huangpi opened his eyes and happened to see this scene.

"Huang Er, are you ready?"

"Chen Huangpi? Who are you calling Huang Er? Transform for me!!!!"

And so, the brass oil lamp flew out from Chen Huangpi's waist. Its body elongated, growing four claws and a tail. On its dog head, two dog eyes, burning like lamp wicks, changed their expression, becoming astonished and bewildered.

(End of Chapter)