Chapter 37: The Fog Has Three Colors

Chapter 37: The Fog Has Three Colors

Chapter 37: The Fog Has Three Colors (3 more chapters, 1.2 words)

"Evil, he is evil!"

Song Qiuyue said in a horrified tone: "And it's not just an ordinary evil, it could be a disaster!"

The monks call all unusual, extremely dangerous and terrifying existences evil.

What is more dangerous and bizarre than evil is called disaster.

The word "woe" is often added after its name.

For example, the Yellow Peril.

Those that are more dangerous, and can even kill millions of lives as soon as they appear in the world, are called calamities.

If the purple-robed Taoist priest had not twisted off the head of that magic tree, it would probably have turned into a magic tree disaster after a while.

Because it is just too scary.

It can definitely kill millions or tens of millions of lives in an instant.

"Sixty gods are all warning me."

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

"Moreover, this is definitely not an ordinary disaster."

Song Qiuyue was feeling anxious and uneasy.

While flying, he would look back from time to time.

The monks, on the other hand, were not in such a miserable state. Having come out of the mud, their faith in the Tao was much firmer than that of the flowers in the greenhouse.

"The sixty gods will surely protect our safety."

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

“The immigration issue cannot continue.”

"good."

Song Qiuyue regained some composure and gritted her teeth and said, "I will ask the gods to pass on the message and tell my uncle that he must never set foot in the Shiwan Mountains again."

She regretted it deeply.

If I had known this, I shouldn’t have come to the Shiwan Mountains.

And you shouldn't do it just for show in front of other people in the Song Mansion.

The twelfth lady is dead, nothing is more important than my own life.

But at this moment.

Song Qiuyue was suddenly stunned and hovered in the air without moving.

"Look, what is that?"

Zhao Hai and other cultivators were confused and looked in the direction Song Qiuyue pointed.

Then, everyone's faces became extremely ugly.

Directly ahead, wisps of mist intertwined in the air, gradually becoming thicker and thicker.

Lower your head.

I don't know when cracks appeared on the ground.

Those cracks were like mouths, opening and closing, spewing out thick mist.

Look around again.

There was fog everywhere, and it was spreading as fast as lightning.

It only took less than a few breaths.

The trees and mountains that were originally visible were all blocked by fog.

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

There was fog even above my head.

Song Qiuyue suddenly laughed miserably.

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

Zhao Hai and other cultivators had a bad feeling.

"Miss?"

"Miss!!!!"

"The gods said that their connection with Xuzhou could no longer be transmitted."

Song Qiuyue's regret at this moment was as strong as if it was gnawing at her bones.

I shouldn't have come to Shiwan Mountains, and I shouldn't have followed the golden light to find Jingxian Temple.

Zhao Hai said in horror: "We've lost contact, what should we do?"

Song Qiuyue said: "Half a minute ago, the gods had already passed a message to Xuzhou. I think they should come over. Don't panic."

"You, go and explore the fog."

"I... yes, miss."

The monk gritted his teeth and rushed towards the fog, first carefully swinging out a sword energy.

The fog was split in an instant, but gathered together in the blink of an eye.

It seems endless.

"I can't sense my sword energy."

The monk looked embarrassed and at a loss.

Song Qiuyue said: "Use a magical tool."

"Yes, ma'am."

Upon hearing this, the monk immediately released a shuttle-shaped magical weapon. With just a blow, the weapon swelled up in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it became as big as a small boat and crashed into the fog.

It didn't work.

As soon as the magic weapon entered the mist, the connection was cut off.

"puff……"

The monk immediately vomited blood and said in pain: "Miss, the soul that I refined into the magic weapon is gone."

"Please help, God!"

Song Qiuyue's face was gloomy, and a tall shadow of a god appeared behind him. The god was dozens of feet tall, with a beard like steel needles on his cheeks, ears hanging down to his shoulders, one hand clenched into a fist, the other hand made a seal, and he opened his bloody mouth and let out a shocking sound.

"Hum, ha!"

The shadow of the god spoke in a lotus-like voice, and two "hmm" and "ha" sounds were like spring thunder.

The fog around was suddenly blown away.

Everyone looked ecstatic.

But the next second, everything was dim.

The fog was blown up over an area of ​​at least dozens of miles, but there was still no end to the fog at the back, and the area that had just been blown up returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

What's even weirder is.

After the god's attack, he instantly retreated into the temple that Song Qiuyue carried with her, and refused to attack again no matter what was said.

"Song family girl, I only attacked the mist once, and the incense has inexplicably decreased by 10%. It seems that the mist is extremely restraining to the gods."

The god only gave Song Qiuyue this sentence and then said nothing more.

"What on earth is this..."

Song Qiuyue looked at the fog and felt like she was going to die in the Shiwan Mountains.

"Was it that old Taoist priest who did it?"

"Is he going to eat us? Or is he standing up for Chen Huangpi?"

Song Qiuyue thought it should be the former.

Because although she had the intention to kill, she did not take action.

"Miss, the mist is coming."

"Quick, hurry up."

The monks were in chaos.

Song Qiuyue's eyes were dazed, and she passively followed Zhao Hai and other cultivators and kept retreating.

They just walked off the front foot.

The mist then spread to their previous position.

But no one dared to take the risk and try to see if the fog would eat them.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of Yuqiong Mountain again. Song Qiuyue looked up and seemed to be able to see the outline of the Jingxian Temple.

"What a Jingxian Temple! What a scary place."

Now, Song Qiuyue no longer felt that the name of Jingxian Temple was too arrogant.

She felt that this was a devil's den.

……

the other side.

Chen Huangpi, Yubaba and others signed a new contract.

And they added 30% to the remuneration.

Yubaba naturally agreed.

"My dear, it seems to be foggy..."

“It’s normal to have a lot of fog in the mountains.”

Chen Huangpi felt that Yubaba was making a big fuss out of nothing.

He has been out patrolling the mountains every day over the years, and has encountered everything except living people.

I don’t know how many times I have encountered the earth dragon turning over.

What's more, it's foggy.

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

"Like what?"

Tangbaba glanced at the old Taoist priest in white robes beside her and said bitterly, "Nothing."

You can't say that this mist is as white as the Taoist robe your second master is wearing...

The colors are exactly the same.

Scary white.

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "It is a little white, but isn't fog like this? Besides white, there is only purple left. Have you ever seen fog of other colors, Tangbaba?"

"No, no..."

Yubaba shook her head.

"Do not have."

The old Taoist in white robe tilted his head and said seriously: "There is green fog."

Chen Huangpi said helplessly: "Second Master, you remembered it wrongly. The fog is only purple and white, not blue."

After Master went crazy, his favorite colors were purple, white and blue.

The first master, second master, and third master are distinguished by the color of their Taoist robes.

But in fact, Chen Huangpi had never met the third master.

Naturally, I have never seen blue fog.

"Okay, Granny Tang, I'm going to the alchemy room now. I'll cook for you in the evening."

Chen Huangpi waved to Yubaba, then pulled the old Taoist in white robe out of the guest room.

in situ.

"Finally gone."

Yubaba suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The whole person collapsed.

At this time, the Fox Mountain God, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly said, "Don't worry, although the old Taoist priest is weird, he and Chen Huangpi are really master and apprentice. He won't do it in front of Chen Huangpi."

The same is true.

Whether it is the old Taoist in purple robe or the old Taoist in white robe.

Neither of them had ever eaten anyone in front of Chen Huangpi, let alone gods.

It seemed that they were all afraid of scaring Chen Huangpi.

Granny Yuba asked, "Mountain God, how can we leave?"

The Fox Mountain God said, "When the old Taoist priest has eaten his fill and the yellow-skinned boy is no longer your creditor, then perhaps you will have a chance to leave."

"So what should we do during this period of time?"

"Pretend nothing happened."

The Fox Mountain God closed his eyes and said helplessly: "This place is a devil's cave. But that yellow-skinned boy thought his master was crazy. Crazy, I want to be crazy too. How can there be such a crazy person?"

"Next time you see that old Taoist priest, you must address him as the master."

Yubaba nodded: "I understand."

……

In the alchemy room.

Chen Huangpi sat in front of the Nine Dragons Refining Heaven Furnace, flipping through the Seventy-two Secret Alchemy Scriptures.

It's a little late today.

Therefore, Chen Huangpi thought about studying the Seventy-two Secret Alchemy Scriptures and going out to patrol the mountains tomorrow.

"The master finally left."

The brass oil lamp grew arms and legs, stood on Chen Huangpi's shoulder and said, "My dear, do you really want to make an elixir?"

"Of course I have to make pills!"

Chen Huangpi said, "If I don't make the elixir, how can I cure Master's illness? He is old, and I don't want him to be crazy when he passes away. Moreover, Master's condition has become more and more unstable recently. I must hurry up."

"But……"

The brass oil lamp said with some concern: "This is the alchemy manual that Xie Yi gave you. What if... what if it is very useful!"

"I think this Sky Poison Pill is great! Fighting poison with poison, it will definitely cure the master's illness!"

"That's what I meant!"

Chen Huangpi was looking through the recipe for a pill called Tiandu Pill at this time.

"Look, it says here that if you touch it, you will die, if you touch it, you will die, and your soul will be scattered within three breaths. I liked it at first sight."

When Chen Huangpi talked about the medicinal classics, he became extremely confident and energetic.

Over the years, he has studied all the medicinal books in Jingxian Temple.

And they were all used on the master.

Although he failed to cure his master, Chen Huangpi did gain some insights.

"All medicines are poisonous to some extent, and pills are also medicines."

Chen Huangpi reminded him, "Huang Er, do you remember that I used rat poison on Master before, and I tripled the dosage."

The brass oil lamp had long been forgotten.

But he said, "I remember, and I felt that the master seemed to be much more energetic that day. It's a pity that the poison was not enough, otherwise the master would have been cured by you."

The brass oil lamp had a good idea. The temple master definitely could not be killed by poison, and no elixir would be of any use, but it was still possible that he would be poisoned and fainted.

At that time, I will trick Chen Huangpi into going to the outside world to find a famous doctor, and then I can escape from death!
But Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "You remembered it wrongly. Master woke up after taking the medicine that day. Unfortunately, it was only that time. After that, no matter how much I increased the dosage or how toxic the prescription was, it was useless. I think that if a person takes too much medicine, they should experience..."

He didn't know how to describe it.

After a long while, he finally came up with an idea: "Drug resistance, yes, these three words are very appropriate."

The brass oil lamp was dumbfounded.

No way, fighting poison with poison really works?

It seems that this is really possible.

For someone like the master of the temple, the more poisonous the elixir is, the more it might irritate him.

But if the master of the temple is really awake.

Knowing that he had instigated Chen Huangpi to poison him, wouldn't he be sent back to school?
"Well, how about changing to another one? I think this Sky Poison Pill is a bit too poisonous. Look at this Nine Transformations Golden Pill, it's very good. It looks very righteous. Isn't our Jingxian Temple a place for cultivating immortals? Let's refine this pill!"

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "No, I want to practice this."

When he thought of his master's serious insanity that he started talking nonsense, saying that he was born from an egg, and originally wanted to be called Chen Dansheng, but had to toss a coin and had no choice but to choose the name Chen Huangpi, he had an urge to cure his master immediately.

"Huang Er, remember, serious illnesses should be treated with strong medicine!"

　The author has a cold, so there are typos in these three chapters. I will correct them when I get back in the evening, and then continue to ask for monthly votes and read on.

　　Today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow I will try my best to update three chapters with more than 10,000 words. I hope you enjoy reading it.

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