Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

They followed the old man into the main room.

Chen Huangpi's heart was pounding.

What he just saw.

Tree, bell, sword.

"And a millstone!"

The brass oil lamp cried out in its heart, "Although it's not big, it's placed in the kitchen, and there's a well in the yard!"

Jingxian Temple has many precious treasures.

But many of them have disappeared over the years.

Among them, the nine great treasures in the old temple, which were used to suppress the dead heavens, are especially so.

Of the old buildings, only the Nine-Bell Bell remains.

There's also that altar that grinds 100,000 gods into dust, with five golden dragons each pulling one side as it rotates.

That altar was built by celestial beings from the heavens.

Later, the Red Demon descended upon the Ten Thousand Mountains and was beheaded by the Abbot. Although it died, the altar fell into the path it had come from.

In addition, there are seven other treasures.

These are Dongzhen, the sword of the abbot, also known as the Tai Sui Killing Sword.

Secondly, there are the Locked Dragon Well, the Flying Immortal Map, the Golden Sky Lantern, the Stone Pagoda, and the Earth Book.

As for the last treasure...

That was a brass oil lamp at its peak.

However, its memory was incomplete, and after waking up, it was divided into countless parts, with its clones suppressing the old temple.

At this moment.

The brass oil lamp and dried tangerine peel arrived at the old man's house.

The more I look at it, the more problems I see everywhere.

"Huang Er, look at the painting hanging on the wall."

Chen Huangpi stared intently at a painting hanging in the middle of the main room.

The painting was a chaotic mess, as if it had just been painted and then rained on, causing all the ink to smudge and obscure the whole picture.

But Chen Huangpi could vaguely see the outline of a door.

"The Flying Immortal Painting!"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "And look at the two lamps under this painting, don't they look like me and Huang Yi? I also saw a book in the cabinet, but why don't I see my brother Stone?"

Stone Brother, also known as the Stone Tower.

The brass oil lamp's ability to conceal itself was taught to it by the stone tower.

Of all the treasures, the stone tower is the one most closely associated with the brass oil lamp.

Chen Huangpi said in surprise, "You actually call that stone pagoda 'brother'? That's quite rare."

The brass oil lamp said, "Family member, you don't really think I only know how to be humble and subservient, do you? Every time I practice my supernatural powers with Brother Stone, it gives me some pointers. It's much better to me than Huang Yi."

"Sparring partner?"

Chen Huangpi said, "Isn't that just getting beaten up? Is that considered doing you a favor?"

"I hit it, not the other way around."

The brass oil lamp said proudly, "It is a magical artifact formed from a natural stone spirit. The abbot said that it has opened six of its seven orifices. If the last orifice can be opened, it will have great fortune. That's why it often uses me to beat it."

Chen Huangpi clicked his tongue in amazement, about to laugh at him.

Just then, the old man suddenly spoke up: "You look like a respectable young man, but why are you looking around like a thief as soon as you enter my house?"

"Are you trying to steal something?"

"What is stealing?"

Chen Huangpi subconsciously said, "Those treasures were originally mine."

The master only had one disciple.

If he doesn't give his treasure to himself, who else can he give it to?

However, these things were probably made by heretics.

But a heretical person can also be one's own master.

Even if it's a replica, I don't mind the quality!

The old man looked shocked and said, "I have treasures in my house? How come I didn't know?"

Chen Huangpi kept sneering.

Even at this point, the heretic is still pretending.

"This painting, these two lamps, the well in the yard, the stones on the ground, the millstone, the sword in the stove, and the seed hanging on the eaves—aren't these treasures?"

"Oh, right, there's a book in your cabinet."

"I would recognize these treasures even if they were reduced to ashes!"

"absurd!"

The old man couldn't help but laugh out loud, stroking his beard as he said, "I painted that picture yesterday, but it got rained on, so I hung it inside to dry. I also just forged that sword today, and it hasn't been quenched yet."

"You little rascal, you actually treat these junks like treasures."

"Indeed, my two oil lamps are at least as precious as the broken one hanging on your waist."

Chen Huangpi angrily retorted, "Huang Er is not a broken lamp!"

"Oh? Huang Er?"

The old man clicked his tongue in amazement: "You actually named a lamp, lad? Could it be that your surname is also Huang?"

"What's it called?"

"This is Huangni Lane, and all the people who live here have the surname Huang." "Alright, then I'll call you Old Man Huang."

Chen Huangpi said somewhat guiltily, "But my surname is not Huang, it is Chen, because my master took my surname, so he also has the surname Chen."

As he said this, he subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look at the expression on "Old Huang's" face.

Because this is a heretical person.

Even if he was unwilling or hated it, he was still his master.

To say such disrespectful things in front of one's master...

You know what, it's quite exciting.

It would be even better if my buttocks didn't hurt.

At this moment, the voice of the vengeful ghost echoed faintly in Chen Huangpi's heart.

“Master, I feel like we’ve made a mistake.”

"Is it possible that this old man Huang is not a heretic, and that we have made a misunderstanding due to our preconceived notions?"

Anyway, the ghost of death couldn't see that any of the treasures in the room looked like real treasures.

They look like ordinary people's things.

Chen Huangpi was stunned for a moment.

He looked up and saw that the old man was looking at him like he was a fool.

"You're not a heretic?"

"What kind of Taoist is a heretical Taoist?"

Old Huang frowned and said, "You still owe me eight coins, kid. Hand them over right now."

As he spoke, Old Man Huang took Chen Huangpi's straw hat off the wall.

Throughout the entire process, they guarded against Chen Huangpi as if he were a thief.

just like.

The next second, Chen Huangpi will be dishonest and steal something.

"for you!"

When Chen Huangpi arrived, he borrowed eight coins from Wang Mingdao.

After paying the money, he took his straw hat back.

Chen Huangpi immediately examined it.

He still felt that this old man Huang was a heretic.

However, after checking, there was nothing wrong with his straw hat.

This left Chen Huangpi filled with doubt: "That's not right. If the evil Taoist tricked me out of my straw hat, he must have tampered with it or used it for bad things. Why didn't he do anything?"

"Could it be that I've misunderstood?"

"What, you've taken the things and aren't leaving? Do you intend to stay in my house?"

Old Huang immediately tried to drive Chen Huangpi away.

Helpless, Chen Huangpi couldn't help but cry out, "Evil... Fourth Master, something's wrong with me. Last night, my eyes were glowing. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. How can you send me away like this?"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Huang immediately stopped.

Just when Chen Huangpi thought that his mention of "Fourth Master" would finally make the evil Taoist confront him,

Old Huang grabbed a bamboo pole that was lying by the door and swung it up.

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened.

This bamboo pole looks a lot like my master's fishing rod, except it doesn't have a fishing line.

There was a snap.

The bamboo pole struck Chen Huangpi's buttocks.

Old Huang was stunned: "Why didn't you avoid it?"

Chen Huangpi said dejectedly, "Because it doesn't hurt, I don't avoid it."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

If it were someone from a heretical sect, they would definitely be screaming in pain after being struck with that stick.

But no.

It seems I was overthinking things.

"I thought he was just a petty thief, but I didn't expect him to have mental issues as well."

Old Huang shook his head and said, "Your eyes are shining, that's called glaucoma. Just go to the pharmacy and buy a prescription to restore your vision. If you don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, then it's nothing."

"You are so young, in the prime of your life, yet you come to me to ask about every little thing. Didn't your master tell you that indecisiveness is a sign of old age?"

Hear this.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi turned to look at Old Man Huang.

His expression looked a little strange.

Then he made a bold decision.

"Okay, I won't hesitate!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth, and under the astonished gaze of Old Man Huang, he picked up the crooked tree in the yard, uprooted it, and then turned and ran.

"Fellow clansman, why are you stealing this tree? Take the sword and the bell with you!"

"Because I dare not!"

After Chen Huangpi left.

Old Huang sighed, casually took a piece of fishing line from his pocket, attached it to the bamboo pole, and said helplessly, "A petty thief stole my hawthorn tree today. This is a considerable loss. I don't know how many fish I'll have to catch to make up for it." (End of Chapter)