Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Ever since I entered this bronze gate.

Chi Xie said that once inside, he would kill a Taoist priest if he had the chance.

But right now, these Taoists are using the power of the Yin spirits.

They protect each other.

Chen Huangpi really had no chance to make a move.

How can we even begin to talk about chaos?

Chi Xie sneered, "They borrowed the power of the Yin God, so why can't you?"

Chen Huangpi was stunned: "I don't know the method of worshipping the spirit heaven, how can I borrow it?"

He could understand those seals at a glance.

He also knew the meaning of the scriptures that Longshezi was reciting.

However, it is certainly impossible to borrow the power of the Yin God with only these.

Because worshipping the spirits only allows communication with the spirits of the underworld.

Borrowing, or rather stealing, is the business of the Jietian Sect.

"Of course you can't borrow it."

Chi Xie laughed wildly: "Not only will you not be able to borrow it, but you will also anger the Yin God and cause him to attack you. But what does it matter? You have the ability to hide, so the Yin God cannot see you."

"At that time, the Yin God will vent his anger on these people."

"However, one Yin spirit is not enough; you will need to borrow more."

"Got it, all talk and no action."

Chen Huangpi understood.

To put it bluntly, it's just making things difficult for these people.

He doesn't care about lending or borrowing; as long as there's some trouble, he can take the opportunity to kill someone.

At that time, the Soul-Catching Book will take away their soul.

They can do whatever they want.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi said, "Chixie, what you said makes sense. In that case, you should go back to my Liver Temple."

Upon hearing this, Chi Xie's expression instantly darkened.

Chen Huangpi, however, seemed not to have noticed and said, "Chixie, don't misunderstand. I'm not wary of you taking advantage of me while I'm plotting against them. Actually, I trust you completely."

"Hey, what kind of look is that?"

Don't you believe me?

"Of course I believe you."

Chi Xie sneered, "I believe in you just as much as you believe in me."

"That's good."

Chen Huangpi blinked, a thought flashing through his mind.

Chi Xie instantly transformed into a ball of flame, which he swallowed whole.

Actually, there's nothing that Chi Xie can do if he doesn't want to go back to the Liver Temple.

Because essentially, the dried tangerine peel only allows it to see the outside world; its true nature remains in the liver temple.

As long as Chen Huangpi wants to.

Chi Xie is blind.

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp asked curiously, "Chen Huangpi, aren't you afraid that the Red Evil will turn around and play dirty tricks on you? This old guy is no ordinary cunning fellow."

"So I won't be releasing it for a long time."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "I really felt just now that if I really listened to it and went through that ritual of borrowing the Yin spirit, it might take the opportunity to betray me."

The brass oil lamp raised an eyebrow and asked, "Really?"

"It's been locked up in the liver temple, how could it possibly escape?"

"Whatever, I'm not going to give it a chance anyway."

After saying that, Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged on the Naihe Bridge and looked at the figures in the black mist on the river.

To communicate with the spirits of the underworld, one needs the Myriad Spirits Nine-Directional Furnace.

This stuff doesn't have aged yellow peel.

However, there is an even simpler way to contact the spirits of the underworld.

That's Huang Er.

Huang Er's real name is Jiu Ming Shen Deng.

Huang Yi is a golden-topped sky lantern.

These two lamps, one to enlighten the gods of the underworld, and the other to enlighten the gods of the living world.

Although Huang Er couldn't use his ability to enlighten the spirits.

But it can still be used to seduce those evil spirits.

Chen Huangpi glanced at the brass oil lamp.

The latter grinned maliciously and landed in front of him in an instant.

"Let me think about what Ben's clone said back then."

"Oh, the beginning of the Dao calendar, the end of the approval." The brass oil lamp asked, "Family, what year is it now, 17,400?"

Chen Huangpi said, "It was exactly four hundred years back then. One day on Earth is one year on Earth. We've been on Earth for so many days, I don't know exactly how many years it has been. Just give me a number."

"Anyway, it's all a lie to them, the more exaggerated the better."

"Makes sense."

They didn't even care about the brass oil lamp.

That calendar was calculated based on the time Chen Huangpi was born.

If we really want to examine it, it should have both whole and odd parts.

But now that we're trying to seduce those evil spirits, we really need to make our slogans louder.

Think of this.

The brass oil lamp immediately declared: "In the 18,000-year history of the Dao, there are now numerous Yin Gods. Although they have not prayed to the Yellow Heaven for blessings, the Yellow Heaven has already been born, and the Dao Lord has personally arrived. All Yin Gods may come and be granted titles..."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"Then why didn't those Yin spirits react at all?"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "Huang Er, are you even capable? Could it be that you are not the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp at all? Otherwise, why can your clone work but you can't?"

On the river surface, the numerous Yin spirits within the black mist were completely unable to react.

He didn't even glance at us.

You should know that this happened in the Yellow Springs Yin Earth.

The brass oil lamp's clone, with just one word, caused all one million Yin spirits in the City of the Wrongfully Dead to prostrate themselves in worship, creating a tremendous commotion.

"How can you blame me?"

The brass oil lamp retorted, "I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, not some Myriad Spirits Nine Directions Furnace. Besides, I'm separated by an unknown distance. Isn't it normal that the Yin spirits can't hear what I'm saying?"

"That's because you're not good enough!"

As Chen Huangpi spoke, he pointed to several Taoist priests standing to the side.

Just this short time.

A Taoist priest has already succeeded by borrowing the power of the Yin spirit.

We're about to reach the third one.

If these five people complete their task using the power of the Yin God, Chen Huangpi will be lucky if others don't kill him, let alone cause trouble or take the opportunity to kill people.

When the time comes, we'll have to go back to where we came from.

"I don't believe it. I'll shout it again."

The brass oil lamp also started to get a little angry.

This anger wasn't directed at Chen Huangpi.

Instead, it was aimed at those Yin spirits.

"Damn it!"

The brass oil lamp angrily cursed, "My clones ignore you all, yet you worship me every day. Now that I'm calling out to you, you pretend to be deaf and dumb."

"You're all just spineless bastards, aren't you!"

"I'll say it again: in the 18,000th year of the Dao calendar, the changes in heaven and earth have ended, the Yellow Heaven has descended, and the blessings of you Yin Gods have arrived. The top ten will be appointed as Yama, first come, first served."

"Did you hear me!"

And on the side.

The second Taoist who successfully borrowed the power of the Yin spirit frowned and said, "You should be careful when you borrow the power of the Yin spirit next time. Just now, for some reason, my Yin spirit suddenly wanted to end the ritual."

"If I hadn't been just one step away from victory, I wouldn't have been able to borrow even a fraction of my strength."

"Using others' help is not always successful."

One of the Taoists said, "Some setbacks are normal; as long as communication is possible, the problem is not a big one."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest sat down cross-legged.

He was about to communicate with the spirits of the underworld.

"Something's wrong."

The Taoist who sensed the Yin spirits through the Nine Directions Furnace of Myriad Spirits opened his eyes, looking bewildered, and said, "Why do those Yin spirits completely ignore me, as if I'm dead?"

Upon seeing this, the other Taoists quickly looked towards the Yin God within the gray mist.

next second.

What happened next shocked them.

The Yin spirit within the gray mist wasn't motionless, but rather unable to move.

Because something even more terrifying is on its way.

The being was wearing a straw raincoat, standing on a bamboo raft, and carrying a bamboo pole.

Below the bamboo raft flowed the endless, rushing Yellow Springs River.

The Bridge of Helplessness is essentially a projection.

The black fog is the bridge.

Now, a terrifying being from the Netherworld, bound by the River of the Underworld and anchored by black mist, is about to forcibly descend upon this place. (End of Chapter)