Chapter 53: If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response

Chapter 53: If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response

Chapter 53 If you never forget it, there will be repercussions

"Ah! It's done!"

Chen Huangpi stared excitedly at a shiny red and white, round pill in the furnace.

The pill exuded a strong fragrance.

And it is as big as an adult's head.

The brass oil lamp was stunned and said with difficulty: "How can the Sky Poison Pill grow so big?"

“This is just a heavenly pill!”

Chen Huangpi explained: "We also need to add the Hundred Dead and No Life People, and turn on the high fire to refine it until this time tomorrow, when day and night alternate, and yin and yang combine, and then we can refine the real Sky Poison Pill."

"I know."

The brass oil lamp said dryly: "Although I, Huang Er, don't know how to make elixirs, I have seen the Taoists in Jingxian Temple make elixirs, and their elixirs are very different from yours."

"What is the difference?"

This question immediately stumped the brass oil lamp.

Soon after it was created, great changes occurred in heaven and earth. At that time, Taoists were busy creating gods.

Therefore, it has only seen alchemy once.

Chen Huangpi learned the alchemy technique from the abbot, so the brass oil lamp naturally didn't dare to comment on it.

Let’s just talk about the refined elixir.

The Taoist made hundreds of pills in one furnace.

Each one is the size of a little finger.

There is only one tangerine peel in one furnace, and the semi-finished product alone is as big as a human head. What will happen when it is really refined?
"Something's wrong. Something's very wrong!"

The brass oil lamp shook its head, and said with a tingling scalp: "Chen Huangpi, the master's alchemy method should not be like this. Are you sure you have really learned it?"

"if not?"

Chen Huangpi said: "I have been trained so many times, and I only remember a few techniques each time, but I remember them all by heart."

"Besides, this pill should be bigger."

"If it's smaller, I'm worried that the medicine won't be strong enough."

"What you said does make some sense!"

The brass oil lamp recalled carefully and confirmed that Chen Huangpi's method of refining the elixir was correct, and it was exactly the same as when the temple master refined it.

So, I felt relieved.

"Then I will throw all the dead people in there?"

"Wait a moment. It's best to throw it after dark! I have to keep track of the time and can't make any mistakes."

It took quite a while.

It finally got dark.

Chen Huangpi waved his hand suddenly, and the top of the Nine Dragon Alchemy Furnace automatically floated up.

A wave of heat gushed out.

The brass oil lamp quickly threw the dead man in.

next second.

The so-called dead man, who was actually a ball of black flesh, melted into liquid in an instant.

It's strange to say.

As soon as the black liquid entered the furnace, it immediately rushed towards the heavenly pill that was the size of a human head.

In the blink of an eye, a bright red and white pill was dyed black.

Silver is added to black, and gold is added to the yin.

That is the color of mercury, blue lead and other metals added to the tangerine peel.

Along with it, there is a hint of an indescribable smell.

"It smells so good..."

As soon as I sniffed the brass oil lamp, I could smell the overwhelmingly strong aroma.

The fragrance is so strong.

It was so rich that its burning wick began to flicker.

"Don't mention it, it smells pretty good!"

"After it is refined, you can no longer smell it. It is colorless and tasteless. If you touch it, you will die. If you touch it, you will die. Within three breaths, your soul will be scattered. Only then can it be called a Heavenly Poison Pill!"

Chen Huangpi felt somewhat smug.

It was the first time in his life that he refined an elixir, and he was able to easily make such a miraculous elixir.

Even in the world of alchemy, he could probably be called a genius, right?

……

Under the cover of night, the Jingxian Temple was silent and still.

At this time, Yubaba was sitting cross-legged.

In front of her is a statue of the Fox Mountain God.

Just one day.

The statue of the Fox Mountain God no longer had the fragmented and miserable appearance it had before.

“It’s really not easy…”

The Fox Mountain God opened his eyes, and a hint of grievance flashed across his eyes.

"It's less than one tenth of the incense."

"Even when I was at my lowest point, I was countless times stronger than I am now."

"Fortunately, there are those sixty gods to watch..."

Speaking of which.

The Fox Mountain God stopped quickly. He wanted to say that fortunately there were sixty gods for the temple master to absorb, but he cut the words off immediately when they came to his mind.

can not say.

If you say it, the master will hear it.

At this moment, it was secretly proud in its heart: "As long as the incense of this god is not as strong as the incense of those sixty idiot gods, it's enough."

The Fox Mountain God has given up.

Once it arrives at this damn place called Jingxian Temple, there is no way it can leave in this life.

I can only die here.

Those stupid gods are the best examples. They came here and wanted to leave, but could they actually leave?
Now they are all in jail with themselves.

"The gods outside the mountain are just a little more popular, but when it comes to the ability to read people's expressions and save lives, any god picked up from the mountain can beat them by several mountains!"

The Fox Mountain God looked down upon the sixty gods.

Because it figured out what it should do to save its life before these sixty gods were sucked dry.

That is, being a dog!

Be a dog for Chen Huangpi!

Foxes are dogs too!
The Fox Mountain God was very confident because he knew Chen Huangpi after all.

Yes, I have spoken.

It’s a good fate!
Although that kid was a little weird, after talking to him for a few words, a large part of his soul was lost.

But it certainly has nothing to do with him.

When the soul was mentioned, the Fox Mountain God felt a sharp pain in his head.

It determined that it was eaten by the unspeakable and unthinkable existence.

That's why I was determined to be Chen Huangpi's dog.

"It's just a dog. If that broken lamp can do it, why can't I, a god, do it?"

"When I become a dog for the yellow-skinned boy, for his sake, I won't be left with no way out, right?"

The Fox Mountain God was feeling very proud, and he glanced at the next door. Even though he had arrived at the Jingxian Temple, his divine power could not affect any blade of grass or tree here, and his divine eyes could not even see through the walls.

But it knew that it was no longer of the same kind as these sixty gods.

Even gods have different levels of power!
And just then.

dong dong dong...

There was a familiar knock on the door suddenly.

Without even saying a word, the purple-robed Taoist priest appeared out of nowhere in the room.

The skinny, old face with an immortal look came closer under the horrified gaze of the Fox Mountain God.

"Little fox, you just mentioned Huangpier, right?"

"If you say his name, I will hear it!"

After one inhalation.

The Fox Mountain God carefully collected some of the incense that he had accumulated, and suddenly it was gone.

The old Taoist in purple robe came suddenly and left suddenly.

It was as if it had never appeared.

At the spot, Yubaba, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened her only remaining eye and looked at her mountain god with a very complicated expression. She stood up and walked forward, saying softly, "Lord Mountain God..."

"do not move……"

The Fox Mountain God uttered a word with difficulty: "Broken, broken."

……

In the next room.

Song Qiuyue couldn't fall asleep.

She sat cross-legged in meditation while the other monks stood guard at the door.

The guest rooms in Jingxian Temple were not actually that big, as they were all single rooms, so it looked incredibly strange for all these monks to be crowded into one room.

Fortunately, she is a girl from a noble family.

Song Qiuyue is privileged.

She occupied half of the area and drew a curtain in the middle, creating a soundproof barrier.

In this way, the barrier will give an alarm if any cultivator approaches.

Although he was confident that his servants would not dare to harbor any evil intentions.

As a woman.

Song Qiuyue instinctively felt a little disgusted.

Therefore, although she had been sitting cross-legged in meditation since dark, her mind was full of distracting thoughts and she could not fall asleep.

Nascent Soul cultivators do not need sleep.

But unless you overwork yourself.

Song Qiuyue was indeed exhausted. After all, if anyone else encountered such a strange thing, they probably wouldn't feel much better.

She wanted to sleep.

But I dare not sleep.

"It will be dawn in four hours."

Song Qiuyue was silently calculating the time in her heart.

After daybreak, the people sent by my uncle to rescue me will arrive.

That old Taoist priest is so terrifying that it would take at least a hundred gods to subdue him.

And it can't be the kind of cultivator who becomes a god instantly. It has to be a mountain god, a river god, and a city god who have truly been pardoned.

Yes, when Song Qiuyue was forced to go up the mountain in the early morning, this was the message she asked the gods to convey.

And just then.

Song Qiuyue suddenly frowned slightly.

She seemed to hear some strange noises.

It sounded like someone was knocking on the door.

There was also some faint noise mixed in, as if dozens of people were talking one after another.

"Could it be that old Taoist priest knocking on the door?"

Song Qiuyue felt a chill in her heart.

Chen Huangpi kindly reminded her that if she heard a knock on the door at night, she should ignore it and just go to sleep, as it would pass quickly.

Although I don’t know what will happen if I pay attention.

But she didn't dare take the risk.

With this in mind.

Song Qiuyue simply blocked her hearing, and this time she could no longer hear those sounds.

But she didn't notice.

In the human bag beside her, the wooden temple enshrining sixty gods was shaking wildly.

The gods can only exert their greatest power in temples.

Temples also have the ability to store incense.

The wooden temple is a simple palace.

The palace that Song Qiuyue brought was different from the one the Twelfth Lady brought.

Bigger and more amazing.

It can accommodate up to sixty gods.

Therefore, these gods became even more desperate when looking at the purple-robed Taoist priest in the temple.

Just now.

These gods were originally absorbing the incense from the temples to offset the part that disappeared inexplicably.

Suddenly.

There was a knock on the door.

The gods were stunned at first like the Fox Mountain God. Before they could figure out why someone was knocking on the temple door, they saw the old Taoist in purple robe push the door open and close it behind them.

While wiping his saliva, he walked towards the gods.

"Senior, spare my life."

“This god… no, I am willing to transform into an evil god and serve as your lackey.”

All the huge and high gods who were worshipped in the temples rolled off the altars and knelt on the ground begging bitterly.

"Hey, popularity! Such strong popularity!"

The old Taoist in purple robe laughed, walked up to a statue of a god and clapped his hands.

The sound is not crisp.

Instead it's boring.

The purple-robed Taoist priest immediately said in displeasure: "This won't work."

Before the latter could figure out why he couldn't do it, he suddenly saw the old Taoist in purple robe open his mouth and suck hard.

A stick of incense suddenly turned into a column of smoke and entered the mouth of the purple-robed Taoist priest.

There was a click.

The incense on the god's body was sucked dry, and he couldn't even maintain his body. Half of his body broke on the spot, and dense cracks appeared on his upper body.

The purple-robed Taoist priest kept walking.

Every time he walked in front of a statue, he would pat the head of the gods like patting a melon.

"This won't work either."

"No."

"No."

"Or not."

“Nothing works!!!”

The purple-robed Taoist priest was so furious that he smashed the head of the last god with a slap.

The latter didn't even have a chance to resist and turned into a handful of dirt on the spot.

"I am so angry! I am so angry!"

The purple-robed Taoist grabbed the neck of another god and said viciously, "I promised Huangpi'er that I would find him a god, but none of you can do it. You deserve to die, all of you deserve to die!"

The god said with his dying breath: "I... my head makes a crisp sound..."

"So you are even worse and more damnable!"

The purple-robed Taoist said this coldly, and then crushed him to death.

Upon seeing this, the remaining gods pressed their faces to the ground in despair.

Close your mouth, close your eyes, close your ears.

Say nothing, see nothing, hear nothing.

It's going to be death anyway.

It would be better to die in obscurity.

After a while.

The temple became dead silent.

The eyelids of a god with a snake head and a human body suddenly trembled a few times.

"I'm still alive, why didn't the old Taoist kill me?"

"I'm alive too!"

"Me too."

The remaining fifty-eight gods all expressed their gratitude for surviving the disaster.

"It's good to be alive!"

next second.

A familiar voice sounded in their hearts.

"It's okay, he'll die soon."

(End of this chapter)