Chapter 137: Heaven or Yellow Sky?

Chapter 137: Heaven or Yellow Sky?

Chapter 138: Heaven or Yellow Sky? (3 more)
"Benjia, please open your eyes and take a look!"

The Nine Netherworld Lamp begged desperately: "Close these evil eyes, open your real eyes, and look at yourself now."

"You don't look like a fairy at all."

"Then let me be the standard."

Chen Huangpi's voice was cold and merciless.

He refused to open his eyes, nor did he close the evil eyes around his body.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the crown of the demon tree.

In the evil eyes all over his body, the golden and black words that resembled flowers, birds, fish and insects became extremely bright.

The tangerine peel is glowing.

Emits golden-black light.

At first, the light was very faint.

But it soon became brighter and brighter.

Even the golden and black lights separated and were no longer intertwined as before.

The golden light is majestic and solemn.

The black light was bone-chillingly cold.

Two rays of light surrounded the tangerine peel, forming a golden and black Tai Chi diagram.

Gold is Yang and black is Yin.

The two chased each other and rotated, but it was extremely difficult.

With every turn, Chen Huangpi's expression became more painful.

As if feeling his pain.

The golden and black Tai Chi diagram stopped.

Then, it began to rotate in the opposite direction to before.

This time, Chen Huangpi's expression was no longer painful, but became extremely comfortable.

Reverse Tai Chi and keep rotating.

Faster and faster, faster and faster.

The golden-black light enveloped the tangerine peel.

Then the cycle repeats itself, spinning non-stop.

then……

The Nine-Nether Divine Lamp saw Chen Huangpi turning into an egg.

As soon as the egg appeared.

The Nine Nether Divine Lamp felt an extremely strong sense of uneasiness.

It doesn't know what Chen Huangpi did.

All I knew was that at that moment, an indescribable and inexplicable figure was emerging from the egg. Just one glance at it and my whole mind was occupied by it.

The figure was not humanoid.

It seems that one can see the outlines of all things in the world from it.

The Nine Nether God Lamp's mind suddenly exploded: "Cang Tian is dead, Huang Tian is not yet born, Chen Huangpi, are you Huang Tian?"

"He is not."

The voice came from the side of the Nine Nether Divine Lamp.

As soon as the sound appeared.

The Nine Hells Divine Lamp's mind, which had been occupied by the figure in the egg, was immediately freed.

Then, it saw the Second Master in a white Taoist robe standing aside, looking at the egg silently.

The key is.

The second viewer's eyes were extremely clear.

The brass oil lamp asked tentatively, "Master, is this you, old man?"

"Of course it's Poor Daoist."

The old Taoist in white robe said calmly: "Why, you are surprised to see that I am not crazy, right?"

"Master, you are joking. How dare I..."

"You just don't dare to say it."

The old Taoist in white robe shook his head slightly and waved his hand at the Nine Nether Divine Lamp.

The evil eye embedded in the lamp body immediately drilled into the egg transformed from the tangerine peel.

"I'm back again!"

The brass oil lamp was overjoyed, and then he said anxiously: "Master, Chen Huangpi has been possessed by the evil eye and insists that he is a real immortal. No matter how I persuade him, it is useless. Please take action quickly."

"That's a good thing."

"He's been possessed by a demon and wants to kill everyone. Is this a good thing?"

"Of course it's a good thing."

The old Taoist in white robe nodded and said, "Whether it's black smoke or evil eyes, they are all transformed from the five poisons in Huang Pi'er's body. As the saying goes, it's better to release it than to hold it in."

Hear this.

The brass oil lamp was relieved, and then asked: "Master, you said Chen Huangpi is not Huang Tian, ​​then what is he? Is he Cang Tian?"

"What about Huang Tian, ​​what about Cang Tian?"

The old Taoist in white robe laughed and said, "You always like to guess randomly, and your yellow-skinned son also likes to guess. What's the point of guessing? Can't my yellow-skinned son just be himself?"

"Guanzhu..."

The brass oil lamp hesitated and said, "If you really want him to be himself, why did you make so many arrangements?"

The master of the temple is the heavenly way of the hundred thousand mountains.

As long as Chen Huangpi stays in these Ten Thousand Mountains, anything he encounters is, in a sense, tacitly approved by the master of the temple.

The brass oil lamp didn't believe it.

The master will not fail to guide you.

The old Taoist in white robe laughed and said, "You, you are criticizing me in your heart again. You really deserve to be beaten."

As he said this, he flicked the head of the brass oil lamp.

A thud.

The latter rolled out immediately.

Then he ran over again, grinning and saying, "The master of the temple is really powerful. Just one finger almost made my soul fly away and the lamp body collapse."

"I didn't try hard."

"As expected of you, you are the master of the temple!"

The brass oil lamp said with emotion: "The residual power alone is..."

"Grumpy."

The old Taoist in white robe shook his head and said, "I have arranged a lot of things for Huang Pier, but if I don't, how can I rest assured when Huang Pier goes to the outside world in the future? After all, I only have this one disciple."

"I have raised him with great difficulty, how can I bear to let him suffer."

"Master, this is not necessarily true."

The brass oil lamp shook his head and said, "As the saying goes, a loving father often spoils his son, and jade cannot be made into a useful object without being polished. In my opinion, he should have suffered a little more. It seems that he has no Tao heart at all. He will become a demon if he is not careful."

"The so-called Tao heart."

"It's just an obsession. Why force it?" The old Taoist in white robe walked up to the egg, stroked it and said, "He is a teenager now. A teenager should not be depressed. He should be high-spirited. When I was his age, I also thought about traveling the world with a sword."

"It's a pity that I still have to sacrifice myself for the Dao. Now I feel a little regretful when I think about it."

"Master, are you really the Taoist master?"

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but ask, "Chen Huangpi told me that the headless Yama once said that after 18,000 years, when the changes in heaven and earth are over and Huang Tian is born, you will be able to unite with the Tao."

"Well, then Yan Luo is right."

The old Taoist in white robe thought for a moment and said, "However, I am indeed a Taoist master, but I am not in harmony with Huang Tian's Dao, but with the Dao of the dead Cang Tian."

"The old formation..."

"It's just what you think."

Now, Brass Oil Lamp understood everything.

No wonder the master of the temple never leaves the Shiwan Mountains.

It turned out that it was because the sky was in the old view, and it had previously thought that the death energy it was guiding came from Chen Huangpi, because Chen Huangpi had not been truly born, and in a sense, he was also a stillbirth.

The master of the temple is in harmony with the Tao, and what he is in harmony with is the Tao of the dead heaven.

As for the old formation, perhaps it was to suppress the dead Cang Tian.

The heavens must have turned into something evil.

The temple master went crazy, maybe because of this.

The old Taoist in white robe smiled and said, "Eighteen thousand years may not be a long time, but if I hadn't done something, Huang Pi'er would have hung his portrait on the wall of the hall. I still want to see him grow up, so I have no choice but to make him a Taoist master."

"But this Taoist master is from the old times."

"My law is also the law of the old times."

"That's why I never leave the Shiwan Mountains."

"Master, the changes in the world will end sooner or later. Will you still exist after Huang Tian is born?"

The old Taoist in white robe remained silent.

No answer was given to the brass oil lamp.

"Guanzhu!!!"

The brass oil lamp said in panic, "I can't bear to leave you, old man. Chen Huangpi can't bear to leave you even more. If you were gone, he would be so sad and heartbroken. You are so omnipotent and can do anything."

"You won't die, will you?"

"Let's talk about this later."

The Taoist priest in white robe avoided the topic and sighed at the eggshell instead, saying, "My disciple is good in many ways, but he has a childish temper. I have blazed a trail for him to reach the sky."

"But this road to heaven is too difficult to walk on. It would be better if he stopped walking."

"But if we retreat, we won't even have the chance to transform into something evil."

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but say, "That's why you have to stay alive and keep an eye on Chen Huangpi to prevent him from making a mistake."

"So I came out now."

At this point, the Taoist priest in white robe patted the egg and said with a smile: "You are sleeping soundly, but I cannot let you sleep like this forever, otherwise, you will sleep until the changes in the world are over, and then I will..."

"I am starving..."

The old Taoist in white robe had a rumbling stomach and his cloudy eyes were staring at the giant egg in front of him.

"Huang Er, hurry up and set up a pot."

"Ah? What are you doing with the pot?"

"You are stupid! How can you boil eggs without a pot?"

The Taoist priest in white robe drooled and said in a crazy manner, "I was imprisoned in this old temple by the Third and the First Brothers. I don't know when I can get out. I have to eat this big egg sparingly."

"By the way, why are you the only one here?"

"Where's Huangpi?"

"Second Master, the tangerine peel is in this egg..."

"what?"

The Taoist priest in white robe knocked on the eggshell and asked loudly, "Huangpi'er, what are you doing in the egg? Are you hiding in there to steal food?"

Chen Huangpi has fallen into a deep sleep, so how could he respond?

"If you don't say anything, that means you agree!"

The old Taoist in white robe said angrily: "Huangpi'er, you have become evil. I am so angry, I am so angry!"

"Come out quickly, come out quickly!"

Chen Huangpi still did not respond.

When the old Taoist in white robe saw this scene, it was clear that Chen Huangpi did not want to come out and wanted to eat everything in the egg.

If it is eaten up.

Then I will go hungry.

It's uncomfortable to be hungry.

The Taoist priest in white robe didn't like to be hungry, so he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the egg directly into his stomach.

……

Damp and dark.

Chen Huangpi woke up in a daze and found that everything around him was pitch black.

But there was a strange smell all around.

It made him feel indescribably familiar.

"Where am I? Why do I feel like I'm in Second Master's stomach?"

"Trust your feelings, we are in the stomach."

When Chen Huangpi heard this, he was stunned.

Because of the sound of the brass oil lamp, right beneath his body.

Feeling the discomfort under his butt, Chen Huangpi quickly took out the brass oil lamp that was full of holes corroded by gastric juice.

next second.

The yellow light illuminated the stomach.

The tangerine peel and the brass oil lamp stared at each other.

"Huang Er, how did you get into Second Master's stomach?"

"You think I want to..."

The brass oil lamp said, "You went astray and turned into an egg. The Second Temple Master swallowed you in one gulp. Then he said his stomach was bloated and needed oil and water to moisten it, so he swallowed me as well."

"This……"

Chen Huangpi said in surprise: "I only remember that after I became a true immortal, everything in the world revolved around me. I seemed to be the center of the world. Could it be that it was all my illusion?"

"It must be your imagination."

The brass oil lamp said with a dark face: "The master of the temple said that you are neither Cang Tian nor Huang Tian. You should practice step by step in the future. When you live to the age of eighteen, you will become one."

"Also, quickly ask the Second Temple Master to let us out."

The brass oil lamp said with tears in his eyes: "The teeth marks of the Great Master, the pinch marks of the Third Master, and the corrosion of the gastric juice of the Second Master, these 100,000 mountains are really not for me."

In its current condition, it would be considered junk if thrown on the street and no one would pick it up.

　3Although late, it's here

　
(End of this chapter)