Chapter 38 Yellow 1 Lighting the Sky Lantern

Chapter 38 Yellow 1 Lighting the Sky Lantern

Chapter 38 Yellow Sky Lantern

There was no end to the white fog.

The entire Yuqiong Mountain within a radius of dozens of miles was covered by fog.

Song Qiuyue and other monks were being pressed closer and closer by the fog.

Has been driven to the foot of the mountain.

Of all the places in the world, only this place is not covered by fog.

Even standing at the foot of the mountain, you can still see the sun above your head.

It is daytime now, and the monks can fly in the Ten Thousand Mountains without worrying about being noticed by evil spirits.

A monk suggested: "Miss, maybe we can fly out from the top of the mountain."

Someone echoed, "There is no fog blocking the top of the mountain. Can the gods contact Xuzhou City?"

Song Qiuyue shook her head: "No."

The gods have tried it.

Even if there is no fog near Yuqiong Mountain or even on the top of the mountain, they still cannot get in touch with Xuzhou City.

As for flying off the top of the mountain...

Song Qiuyue was somewhat tempted.

"Evil spirits don't like daylight, let alone the sun. If we take advantage of the old Taoist priest's inattention, this might be our only chance to escape."

But at this moment.

The cultivator named Zhao Hai was as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and hurriedly said, "Miss, you can't do that."

Everyone looked at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai hurriedly explained: "That old Taoist priest is extraordinary. Even among the evil, he can be considered a disaster. Earlier, he stood in the daytime without any discomfort. Instead, he looked like he wanted to eat us."

"Now, this fog has forced us here. It is obviously the work of the old Taoist priest."

"It's good that we don't act rashly. If we try to escape by flying into the air, I guess the old Taoist priest won't just sit there and watch."

Hear this.

Song Qiuyue sighed in despair: "Sixty gods, can't they protect us?"

If I can't protect so many people, I can at least protect her alone...

Zhao Hai said: "Although there are many gods, this white fog naturally restrains the gods. If it really wants to forcibly protect us from leaving, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his words.

But Song Qiuyue still understood.

She knows everything and understands everything.

She was just scared.

The sun does not restrain evil.

Because a long time ago, monks had done similar research.

But it turned out that the sun had no effect on evil, and even the forces of Qi, blood, and Yang were the same.

Therefore, the monks came to a conclusion.

Evil may be the same as humans.

People work when the sun rises and rest when the sun sets, but evil spirits are just the opposite.

It sleeps strangely during the day and comes out to eat at night.

Song Qiuyue said: "Zhao Hai, you are a thoughtful person, just tell me what you think."

"So that the young lady knows."

Zhao Hai had already prepared a plan, and said directly: "Although the old Taoist priest is evil, the yellow-skinned boy and the old woman with golden elixir are alive and well. There must be something we don't know. Maybe the old Taoist priest doesn't want to eat people in front of his disciples."

"That old lady Jindan is a smart person. We can work with her."

Song Qiuyue nodded in agreement while sorting out her thoughts.

She actually also had the idea of ​​returning to the Taoist temple.

But he was afraid of the old Taoist in white robe.

"That yellow-skinned boy is not evil, this is also a way."

Song Qiuyue instinctively grasped the key point.

Zhao Hai nodded, but hesitated to say: "Evil spirits are inhumane, but the old Taoist priest seems to treat the yellow-skinned boy differently, and seems to have not forgotten the relationship between master and disciple. If you want to start with that boy, I'm afraid you will have to step in."

"I see."

Song Qiuyue took a deep breath, recalling the look in Chen Huangpi's eyes and the murderous intent that he couldn't suppress.

Even now, it still seems absurd to her.

She couldn't tell whether it was murderous intent or lust.

"Let's go up the mountain!"

……

And the other side.

The city of Xuzhou was bustling with people.

Xuzhou Governor Song Tiangang was playing chess with his servant.

However, he was indecisive. He hesitated several times when he was about to make a move, and finally threw it into the basket with some impatience.

The servant who served Song Tiangang was talkative, so he naturally noticed some clues.

Then he asked, "Are you worried about Miss Qiuyue?"

Song Tiangang was a little surprised and laughed, "Yes, my eldest brother only has this one daughter. He entrusted her to me before he died. Now she has run away to the Shiwandashan Mountains. How can I feel at ease?"

He wasn't worried.

After all, he brought sixty gods with him.

Even if you encounter evil or disaster, you will be safe and sound.

Those gods dare not shirk their efforts.

The servant said, "Miss Qiuyue's actions are quite similar to those of the Twelve Madams. Although she is a bit swift and resolute, she has been asking the gods to report progress every quarter of an hour since she entered the Shiwan Mountains. She has never stopped."

Song Tiangang asked: "Where are they now?"

The servant said, "We have arrived at a place called Jingxian Temple, located on the eastern outskirts of the Shiwanda Mountains. It is a perfect place for immigrants to stay."

Song Tiangang frowned and said, "It should be built by some remnants of the people. This name is a bit inappropriate. Tell her to change the name before she comes back."

"Yes, my lord."

Hearing this, the servant stood up and put away the chessboard.

Song Tiangang stood with his hands behind his back, feeling somewhat uneasy and frightened.

The spiritual perception of monks is very sharp.

There's no reason why he doesn't pay attention to it.

But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of any problem.

Nothing will happen to my niece for sure. She sends messages every quarter of an hour without interruption. Now she has found a place to stay and will be back by this time tomorrow at the latest.

By then, the immigrants will be in place, and hundreds of gods will be protecting them.

The popularity is endless, and even if a disaster strikes, it can last for half a month.

By that time, he had already arrived there and captured the mutated statue himself.

So, what exactly is wrong?

"Is there any movement from Wang Taiyu's side?"

Song Tiangang thought about it and thought that perhaps the only one could be the current Taifu who had taken the imperial examination with him.

The servant thought for a moment and said, "I haven't heard of it, but since Wang Taifu arrived in Xuzhou, he has been staying in the mansion every day and has never stepped out of the mansion. It seems that he is just waiting for the tax to arrive and then he will return to the court immediately."

"Send someone to keep an eye on him!"

Song Tiangang felt that he had done things perfectly, and no one in the mansion, not even his personal servants or even his seventh uncle who had turned into a god, knew about it. But sometimes, he had to trust his own intuition.

Something is really wrong.

At this time, the servant suddenly said, "Sir, there is news from Miss Qiuyue again. She asked us when we can send the gods over."

Song Tiangang shook his head: "My niece is arrogant. She can't see the people, but only the gods. She will definitely embark on the path of becoming a god in the future."

"Have all the immigrants been arranged?"

"It has been arranged. We have asked the landlords for a group of tenants and selected a group from the prisons. They are all good and docile people."

"Well, just listen to Qiuyue and send them over now, along with the forty gods."

……

At this moment.

In the alchemy room of Jingxian Temple.

Chen Huangpi is studying the recipe for the Heavenly Poison Pill.

The recipe for the pill is very complicated, with many kinds of poisons, but it is very strange that all the poisons are very common and are not rare things.

There is only one main medicine that I have never heard of.

"Yinren grass, ghost face flower, I know where these grow, and I still have some in stock."

Chen Huangpi said, scratching his head again and said: "But what is this person who will die without a single chance of survival? Is he a human being?"

In the Sky Poison Pill, only this main ingredient was one he had never heard of or seen before.

The brass oil lamp said, "It's definitely not. It's dead and even its bones must have turned into mud. Why don't we stop refining it and try another one."

Chen Huangpi said: "No, I want to refine it. I have never heard of many of the medicinal materials needed for other elixirs. Only the Sky Poison Pill is different. I just need to find the main ingredient."

The brass oil lamp was helpless.

It actually does not exclude the viewer from waking up.

But after the master of the Rejection Temple woke up, he found out that it was it that instigated Chen Huangpi to make the poison pill.

What's more, the master went crazy.

Huang Er has made a lot of arrangements in his mind.

It doesn't believe that the master doesn't know.

That's the Lord...

In the Shiwan Mountains, the master is the sky, and even life and death can be decided by a single thought.

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but sigh and said with a bitter face: "If I can poison it..."

And just then.

A voice sounded beside the brass oil lamp.

"Poison what?"

"Of course it's the Poison View..."

The brass oil lamp changed the subject and subconsciously became flattering: "It poisoned the master Guan Xin's Huang Er! Who else can it poison? Huang Yi? Is it worthy of it?"

Looking at the abbot in front of him who had changed into a purple Taoist robe without him knowing when, the brass oil lamp almost fell to his knees.

The master of the temple has become more and more elusive recently.

"Huang Yi? Which Huang Yi?"

The purple-robed Taoist priest had a confused look in his eyes and muttered, "Yes, Huang Yi, where is Huang Yi? Is he dead?"

It seems like he is not dead?
But if he wasn't dead, why didn't he come to see me?

Huangpi'er has grown up.

It’s time to light a lamp.

"Yes, light the sky lantern! Light the sky lantern for Huang Pier!"

The purple-robed Taoist seemed to remember something, but couldn't remember it clearly, so he put his hand into his head.

"Master, don't put your hands into your head. If you mess up your brain, it will be difficult for me to put it back for you."

Chen Huangpi stopped the purple-robed Taoist priest from doing what he did.

Then he asked again: "Master, where did you go just now? I haven't seen you for a long time."

The purple-robed Taoist smiled proudly: "The master did something bad, but the master didn't tell you. You are still young, so you can't learn bad things."

Chen Huangpi was very curious and asked, "Master, I've been bad enough, just tell me."

"No, I can't tell you."

The purple-robed Taoist shook his head and refused to say anything.

And at this moment, he suddenly circled around Chen Huangpi.

"Huangpi'er, your kidney temple is about to be built."

"Once the kidney temple is completed, the liver temple will soon be completed. Once the liver temple is completed, the heart temple will soon be completed. Then it will be the spleen temple and the lung temple. The five elements circulate and the five internal organs refine the spirit."

"Hey! You're almost there!"

The purple-robed Taoist priest smiled with joy and couldn't help clapping and cheering, with his mouth watering.

"Still early."

Chen Huangpi wiped his saliva helplessly and said, "And we have to invite gods to the temple. I haven't found a suitable god yet, and there is no evil god either."

In fact, there is a fox mountain god in the Taoist temple.

But Master said that its status is too low.

In addition, Chen Huangpi had seen that memory and knew that it was a failed product that was transformed into a god by the Golden Dome Sky Lantern, also known as Huangdian.

But as time went by, he was gradually worshipped as a mountain god.

So Chen Huangpi also dislikes it.

The purple-robed Taoist agreed and said, "You have to find a suitable one. The kidney belongs to water, so the spirit you put in should also belong to water. This way, you will have more power when you refine the spirit. But you can also choose a spirit that belongs to wood. Water produces wood, but it is easy to be disobedient and you have to beat it hard."

"Is this still possible?"

Chen Huangpi blinked. Although he had obtained the complete text of the Five Internal Organs Spirit Refining Method, it only corresponded the five internal organs to the five elements, and did not mention that the gods of mutual generation could also live in the temple.

If we calculate it this way, water produces wood, wood produces fire, fire produces earth, earth produces metal, and metal produces water.

If you choose a god of the wood element, the four organ temples that follow can only be arranged in this order.

However, there is no rush to pray to the gods.

Chen Huangpi has now built the rough framework of the temple, and it will take another day or two at this pace.

It is easy to build a temple, but it is difficult to find the gods.

"Oh, that magic tree."

Chen Huangpi suddenly thought of the towering demon tree. It was so terrifying, more terrifying than gods, and it happened to be of the wood element.

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi immediately looked at the purple-robed Taoist priest and asked curiously, "Master, if I want to put the magic tree into my kidney temple, do you think it's okay?"

Hear this.

The purple-robed Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.

"Magic tree? What magic tree?"

"It's the demon tree that bullied me. It will grow human fruit."

"So it's called the Demon Tree..."

The purple-robed Taoist scratched his head and said, "It died in a very tragic way. I tore its head off and ate it."

"Why don't you go in and take a look. Maybe it hasn't been digested yet."

As he said this, he opened his bloody mouth.

(End of this chapter)