Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The Wang family's backyard.

A crooked hawthorn tree stands on the ground.

Chen Huangpi stood with his hands behind his back, a haughty expression on his face.

"Hmph, those heretics are afraid of me."

“I stole the tree it planted, but it didn’t dare say a word.”

“I told you long ago that I was not strong enough, and things would change if I were strong enough. Now you believe me, right?”

The brass oil lamp, perched on his shoulder, nodded wildly: "You've finally brought glory to us! You truly lived up to your reputation!"

Every time the evil Taoist appeared, Chen Huangpi would suffer a great loss.

This time they finally got their revenge.

As for how disheveled he was while running...

Just ignore it.

At this moment, Wang Mingdao, who was standing to the side looking completely bewildered, spoke up: "So, is there something wrong with this tree? To me, it looks like a hawthorn tree, doesn't it?"

"This is no ordinary hawthorn tree."

The fox mountain god peeked half his head out from behind the tree and said in a complicated tone, "This is a hawthorn tree planted by evil people. It looks ordinary, but it is actually extraordinary."

"In short, you're just a mortal with limited vision, so you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

"Is that right?"

Wang Mingdao looked at the hawthorn tree with suspicion.

Although Chen Huangpi and his family valued this tree very much.

But no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was just an ordinary hawthorn tree.

Moreover, it has few leaves and sparse fruit, giving it a sickly appearance.

"Master."

The ghost that had been hovering above the hawthorn tree, carefully inspecting it for a long time, finally descended.

"I don't see anything wrong with the tree."

The Soul Reaper said in a deep voice, "However, the Book of Souls records that although this tree looks old, it has only been around for a few months."

"It's not difficult to make plants grow faster."

As Chen Huangpi spoke, he pointed to the hawthorn tree.

Within his liver temple, the power of the demonic tree surged instantly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sickly hawthorn tree suddenly came back to life, like a withered tree in spring, sprouting tender branches and then bearing fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It was only a few months ago, when the heretics should have just appeared."

Chen Huangpi asked in bewilderment, "Why would it go and get a hawthorn tree instead of doing anything else?"

The main issue is that there are no hawthorn trees in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Otherwise, how could Chen Huangpi have mistakenly believed that the sapling was a hawthorn tree and watered it day and night until it died?

However, the evil people are very capable.

Let alone hawthorn trees, it's not a big deal to invent some strange things out of thin air.

What Chen Huangpi couldn't understand was...

This tree appeared several months ago.

Were those replicas of the nine treasures of Jingxian Temple in his room also made at that time?

"This is a simple question."

The brass oil lamp shook its head and said, "The heretic is old. The old thing likes to reminisce about the glorious past. The things it makes are definitely a way of remembering the past."

"Huang Er, you're talking nonsense again,"

Chen Huangpi pouted and said, "If you want to reminisce about the past, why not create a replica of myself?"

Why are you pinching me?

“Evil Taoist, alright, since it didn’t bully me this time, I’ll temporarily reinstate its master status.”

Chen Huangpi said reluctantly, "As you all know, I watched my master grow up since I was a child. We are like father and son. Whenever there is something good, my master thinks of me first."

"With this sentiment, wouldn't it be better for the heretic to create a replica of me as a child and reminisce about the joys of family life than to make a few imitations?"

After he finished speaking, everyone around him was stunned.

The brass oil lamp's eyes were glazed over. It imagined the evil Taoist holding a palm-sized dummy, his face full of loving kindness, and felt goosebumps rise all over its body. "My god, just thinking about it makes my heart ache."

The brass oil lamp shook its head wildly, trying to shake the images out of its mind.

If it continued thinking about it, it would be unable to hold back its tears.

Fortunately, the vengeful ghost was not like the brass oil lamp, but an old man who had been in Jingxian Temple from the beginning.

It calmly said, "The master is in the capital. If the evil Taoists want to, they can come here anytime. Why bother to create a fake one? Shouldn't we be focusing on the Four Masters' objective?"

"Furthermore, the God of Wide Vision and the Tomb of the Burial God are also in the hands of the Four Lords of the Four Views."

"But we didn't see it when we went there this time."

"I suspect that the Four Views Master may be doing something extraordinary."

"That's it."

Chen Huangpi's vision went black: "The evil Taoists have done all sorts of bad things, they must be after me."

"And I!"

The brass oil lamp shrieked, "The Fourth Abbot even made a replica of mine. I've heard the Taoists in the temple mention before that the Pure Immortal Temple actually has a very evil spell that can be cast with just a medium."

"That spell is called the Nine Absolutes and Ten Tribulations: The Heaven and Earth's Mandate. Once you are hit by it, you will experience the Nine Absolutes and the Ten Tribulations. If you don't die from these, you will suffer the punishment of Heaven and Earth."

"Okay, then it seems it's not targeting us."

Chen Huangpi listened to what the brass oil lamp said.

I immediately felt that it was really too exaggerated.

If a heretic wants to eliminate himself, he can easily do so with a trick like "flower in a mirror" or "moon in water," without needing to resort to any curses.

"Perhaps we can ask Chi Xie."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost suddenly remembered something and said hesitantly, "Previously, the Four Masters sold the Contract Master candied hawthorns, then the Contract Master had a stomachache as if being stabbed, and then he discovered the existence of the Crimson Evil."

"No matter what the Four Views Master wants to do, it certainly won't harm the Contract Master at the moment."

"Although Chi Xie's memories are incomplete, it was once the master of Little Chi Tian. It is knowledgeable and may know some secrets."

"Ah Gui, you're the most reliable one!"

Chen Huangpi was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Immediately, he sat cross-legged on the ground and focused his mind on his body.

Upon seeing this, Wang Mingdao shook his head.

Although his fate was that of Chen Huangpi.

But he really felt that Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp were thinking things that were different from ordinary people.

Take this hawthorn tree, for example.

Couldn't it have been planted casually by the Four Abbots, simply so that Chen Huangpi could make candied hawthorns?
Think of this.

Wang Mingdao couldn't help but look up. Just then, the hawthorn tree, thanks to Chen Huangpi's encouragement, had grown lush and green, with hawthorn fruits the size of a baby's fist hanging from the treetops, weighing down the branches.

I don't know what happened.

For some inexplicable reason, Wang Mingdao experienced a moment of dizziness.

"Nephew, have you gone mad?"

Why are you picking those hawthorns?

Wang Mingdao suddenly realized that he was holding several bright red fruits in his hand and was about to put them in his mouth.

His expression changed greatly.

He immediately threw the fruit away.

The fruit rotted rapidly after falling to the ground.

Except for the pit, the skin and flesh had all turned into a pool of blood.

The strangest thing is...

The seed seemed to have a heart, expanding and contracting, and in the blink of an eye, many tendrils grew, taking root in the ground. Soon, a green shoot broke through the soil.

"This...this hawthorn tree is really problematic."

Wang Mingdao asked in utter terror, "Isn't that heretic Master Chen Huangpi? Why would such a celestial being create such an evil concoction?"

But the fox mountain god leaned forward and gently sniffed the newly sprouted bud.

"Is it just my imagination? It's as if I can smell the aura of a god." (End of Chapter)