Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

A light rain was falling in the capital city.

Holding the Soul-Catching Book, Chen Huangpi walked towards the south of the city.

Actually, he can fly.

But the thought of going to see a heretic always made him feel uneasy.

“Master, it’s written in black and white.”

The vengeful spirit reminded him, "According to the agreement, you must go find the evil Taoist today, give him eight coins, and redeem your straw hat."

Yesterday, around this time...

Chen Huangpi encountered a charlatan on the street who was posing as a candied hawthorn vendor.

The heretic truly deserves to be called a master.

This taught Chen Huangpi a lesson.

"Prices in Beijing are too high!"

Chen Huangpi said bitterly, "Those evil people have done all sorts of bad things. If they had told me earlier, I would never have done what happened in Xuzhou City!"

In Xuzhou City, he once mistakenly thought that a restaurant was a charity, so he ate and drank to his heart's content and ended up owing several taels of silver.

I thought this stupid thing would never happen again in my life.

It turned out that he underestimated the capital.

They also underestimated the heretics.

At that moment, streaks of light flashed across the sky.

Chen Huangpi looked up and saw cultivators and gods soaring through the air, rushing towards the outskirts of the capital.

The capital city has no shortage of people.

Where there are people, there will be no shortage of cultivators.

In a roadside restaurant, two monks were privately commenting on the scene.

The two monks were one fat and one thin.

The thinner one looked miserable: "Brother Ma, I heard that the Ten Thousand Mountains are sealed off because some powerful evil spirits have escaped. These cultivators and deities are the ones who went out of the city to deal with those evil spirits."

The fat one whispered, "Brother Niu, it's not a big problem. The capital city is bustling with activity, and with so many deities guarding it, evil spirits can't get in."

"Even so, I still feel uneasy."

The thinner one said, "Don't forget the old stories of Xuzhou..."

The two cultivators, one fat and one thin, were the same two that Chen Huangpi had encountered when he entered Song Tiangang's residence in Xuzhou City.

Those two were lucky.

Because he had only recently joined the Song family, he had not signed a contract of servitude.

When Song Yuzhang transformed into an evil spirit, the two sensed something was wrong and ran away through the dog hole.

Afterwards, they fled north and have been in the capital for more than half a month.

At this moment, the fat monk glanced down and saw a strange young man standing on the street below. The young man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, carrying a broken book in his hand, and a broken oil lamp hanging from his waist.

He was looking up, giving them a strange look.

"Take it and take it."

The fat monk waved his hand, and a plate of untouched roast chicken was tossed over.

Chen Huangpi held the roast chicken, his face full of confusion.

"You little beggar, you're quite greedy."

The fat monk sneered, "Consider yourself lucky, kid. Grandpa Ma has no appetite. Here, I'll give you a pot of wine. Get as far away as you can."

Having said that, he tossed a jug of wine over.

Turning back, the fat cultivator said to the thin cultivator, "Look, even beggars know that it's better to beg for food in the capital. If you and I, brothers, were to leave the capital, where would we find such a safe place?"

The thin monk said, "I've heard that the Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions are also very safe."

The fat monk sneered, "What's so great about going to the country of bald monks?"

"I'm thinking that if the capital becomes unsafe, I'll have somewhere to go."

"Then you can go now."

"You're not going?"

"I won't go unless the Great Kang Dynasty collapses."

At this point, the fat monk swore, "Not to mention the Great Kang Dynasty, even if some evil spirit manages to reach the gates of the capital, I will immediately shave my head and run off to the Western Buddhist Kingdom, where I will live a vegetarian life, chant Buddhist scriptures, and become a bird-like Buddha!"

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the other side.

Chen Huangpi was filled with resentment as he walked to the entrance of an alley.

"Damn it! They actually mistook me for a beggar!"

"I was hoping to run into some acquaintances in the capital and say hello to them."

"I never expected them to humiliate me like this!"

"And he even told me to get as far away from me as possible!"

Chen Huangpi wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and said to the brass oil lamp at his waist, "Huang Er, we are like brothers, don't you want to say something?" "It's not me you're cursing."

The brass oil lamp scoffed, "Besides, at least you have food and drink; you're not being scolded for nothing."

"That's true."

Chen Huangpi let out a burp.

I must say, the wine in the capital city tastes pretty good.

It's quite powerful.

At this moment, the voice of the Soul-Reaping Ghost suddenly rang out: "Master, the Book of Souls shows that the heretic, no, the Four Lords, is in this alley."

"I know."

Chen Huangpi looked up.

A plaque hangs at the entrance of the alley.

The words "Huangni Lane" are written on it.

Because of the rain, the bluestone slabs on the ground were wet and covered with moss.

Above this alley, wisps of human energy slowly disappeared into the sky, where they were gently swallowed and exhaled by the enormous figures high above.

If there are people in the alley, it means that there must be people living there.

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "Evil people like to engage in underhanded schemes and tricks, unlike me who does things openly and honestly. I don't know if they will try to harm me if I go to see them."

The Soul Reaper shook his head and said, "I didn't make a move before, and I don't think I will this time either."

If we really have to take action against Chen Huangpi.

Just follow the contract signed in the Soul-Hooking Book to find it.

"The Four Masters taught you the techniques of 'Flower in the Mirror' and 'Moon in the Water' last time. Even if they were to attack you, it would probably be after you've learned them."

The brass oil lamp was actually a little scared, but it still mustered up its courage and said, "The Fourth Abbot is still an Abbot, at most he is the most evil side of an Abbot, but he is not as fierce as the Second Abbot."

These words left Chen Huangpi speechless.

Because the second master in white robes is indeed the fiercest.

Even the third master in green robes wasn't that fierce.

"Humph!"

Chen Huangpi sneered, "If it tells me whether what happened to me is good or bad, then I can barely bear to argue with it. But if it tries to fool me again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Without further hesitation, Chen Huangpi plunged headfirst into the alley.

People live on both sides of this alley.

But the alley is extremely narrow in the middle.

And this becomes even more pronounced the further you go in.

When Chen Huangpi arrived at his destination, the space to the left and right was only wide enough for one adult to pass through.

At this moment, what stood before him was an ordinary-looking house.

The house is only one story, and although the gate and yard are old, they are kept quite tidy.

However, a clanging sound could be heard.

It sounds like someone is forging iron inside.

Boom boom boom! ! !
Chen Huangpi knocked on the door.

The knocking inside the door stopped.

"Who!"

"It's me! Open the door!"

Chen Huangpi continued knocking on the door, sneering inwardly, "That heretic is just playing tricks again, acting as if he doesn't know I'm here."

Then came the creaking sound of the door opening.

The old man I saw yesterday appeared at the door.

"So it was you, you little pauper!"

The old man stroked his beard and said in surprise, "What, you've come to me with money to redeem your tattered straw hat?"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "Don't you know whether my straw hat is torn or not?"

That evil Taoist is truly despicable.

They weren't even curious about how they found their way here.

Instead, they immediately started mocking themselves.

Do you really think you're stupid enough not to see through its clumsy disguise?

"He's not very old, but he has quite a temper."

The old man said with a half-smile, "Look, your tattered straw hat is inside the house. Come in and get it."

Chen Huangpi glanced inside warily.

In the courtyard, there was a crooked tree, a dilapidated little clock hanging on the door of the main room, and to the east of the main room were the kitchen and a blacksmith's workshop.

A red-hot iron sword was stuck in the stove in the room. (End of Chapter)