Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The fox mountain god had never seen such a terrifying scene in his life.

No matter how powerful the abbot is.

But when it comes to using methods, they are all done with effortless ease.

There will never be a major fight.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Fox Mountain God, the battle between these ferrymen was probably the most brutal and fierce fight he had ever seen in his life.

"Wait a moment."

The fox mountain god asked, "What is this ferryman? And why are they fighting like this?"

"Hahaha."

The ghost of death laughed three times and said resentfully, "Fox Mountain God, you have a good question, but unfortunately you asked the wrong person. You should ask the master and Huang Er and ask them what good deeds they have done this time."

“Master, please tell me.”

"Ah Gui, is there even a need to say that?"

Chen Huangpi lowered his head and said guiltily, "You've already seen it all."

Yes, I saw it.

The Ghost of Death said with a dark face, "I just don't understand. The Abbot has already refined the sun and moon from the outside world into your body, so the heavens and earth will no longer target you. Why can you still cause this kind of trouble?"

At this moment, it was the brass oil lamp that spoke up: "Do you think we wanted this? We were only thinking of deceiving those ghost gods and causing some trouble at first, but who knew these ferrymen would show up?"

"Ah Gui, you have the most clever ideas, you think of a way."

"What else can we do? Run!"

The vengeful ghost roared, "Isn't your Escape Divine Light very powerful? What are you standing here for at a time like this? Those ferrymen are about to attack!"

"Huang Er, why don't you speak?"

"Don't tell me that we're in a place where even the Divine Light of Escape can't escape."

"Ah Gui, you're so smart."

The brass oil lamp was helpless; if it could run, it would have run away long ago.

Now, they are inside the bronze door.

Those few Taoist priests from the Jietian Sect used a fake order to create a projection of the Naihe Bridge.

Unless they return the way they came.

Otherwise, once this door is closed, even the Divine Light of Escape won't be able to escape.

"The matter has come to this, I have nothing to say."

The vengeful spirit sighed deeply.

I could only look around and think of any other way to get out.

Chen Huangpi was even more puzzled.

They don't leave because they can't; they don't have a warrant in hand.

Why haven't those Taoist priests from the Jietian Sect left yet?

However, Chen Huangpi had no idea.

It wasn't that the Taoists of the Jietian Sect didn't want to leave.

The problem is that they can't leave right now.

"Quickly cut off the black fog."

Long Shezi growled in a low voice, "Otherwise, we won't be able to activate the false command! We'll all die here then."

Communicating with the spirits of the underworld is a method of worshipping the spirits of the heavens.

Leveraging external forces is the core skill of the Jietian Sect.

The bronze door and the false order, however, were not of much concern to them; they only had the right to use them.

Leaving is also very simple.

Use a false command to remove the Naihe Bridge projection that was summoned this time.

Then you can go back to where you came from.

The key is that if you want to remove the projection, you have to cut off the black fog first.

The black mist serves as a bridge for communication between Taoists and the spirits of the underworld.

As long as the bridge stands, the connection remains.

"This humble Taoist priest has already dispelled the black mist!"

A Taoist priest gritted his teeth and said, "Who's still communicating with the spirits? Cut it off immediately!"

The five Taoist priests looked at each other.

The way they looked at each other changed.

Since the first ferryman crossed over from another realm, they have no longer had the means to communicate with the spirits of the underworld.

"Senior brother, it's not us!"

One of the Taoists discovered the problem and looked around, saying, "Someone else is establishing contact with those old men. We can't leave unless that person cuts off the connection."

As soon as these words came out.

With a wave of his hand, Long Shezi unleashed the power of the Yin spirit within him.

A dark aftershock spread across the Bridge of Helplessness. Wherever the aftershock passed, everything on the Bridge of Helplessness was clearly sensed by the Dragon-Snake Child.

When the aftershocks reach their end and then return...

Long Shezi's expression shifted between light and dark: "There are only five of us on this Bridge of Helplessness, or perhaps this person's methods are so extraordinary that we cannot detect them."

Hear this.

Hidden within hundreds of layers of concealed supernatural powers, Chen Huangpi looked at the brass oil lamp with suspicion.

"See what I do?"

The brass oil lamp rolled its eyes and said indignantly, "I have no connection with the ferryman. Even if I did, it should be with you, since you performed the ritual."

Chen Huangpi said, "I don't have any either!"

He did indeed perform that ritual.

But it failed right from the start.

Therefore, what those Taoists said was to sever the connection with the black mist.

Chen Huangpi truly didn't know where to begin.

"The ferryman needs no so-called connection."

The Soul Reaper said dejectedly, "They never go ashore, spending their entire lives ferrying people across the Yellow Springs, but they can control bamboo rafts to reach wherever the Yellow Springs pass."

Mention the ferryman.

No one present understood the situation better than the Grim Reaper.

Regardless of whether Chen Huangpi established any so-called connection.

None of this will affect the arrival of the ferryman.

They were attracted by the rumors spread by the brass oil lamp.

Now that the ferrymen have arrived here via a tributary of the Yellow Springs, there is absolutely no way they will return.

If they don't want it, the black mist can't dissipate.

"Then what should we do?"

Chen Huangpi said with a headache, "Agui, the fault lies with... no, it's all Chixie's fault. If it hadn't insisted on telling me to borrow some power, Huang Er and I wouldn't have made such a mess of things."

The vengeful spirit shook its head and said, "Master, don't worry, let me think of a way."

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi asked excitedly, "Agui, are you telling the truth?"

“My Lord, when have I ever lied to you?”

The Soul-Reaping Ghost said helplessly, "These Taoists created a projection of the Bridge of Helplessness. Although it is fake, before the changes in heaven and earth, after the death of living beings, their souls fell into the Yellow Springs Yin Land. Some powerful beings would break into the Bridge of Helplessness to be reborn."

"I remember, I was in my..."

At this point, the Soul Reaper paused before continuing, "When I was working under Yama, who was only a tiny, insignificant blood relative of mine, I heard him mention that those beings would be recorded in the Book of Soul Reapers."

"Please allow me to go back and look through the Book of Souls."

"I think there must be a way to leave."

Having said that, the Soul-Reaping Ghost transformed into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the Book of Souls.

Chen Huangpi felt somewhat relieved upon seeing this.

The brass oil lamp also breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion, "Ah Gui is truly a good brother. No matter how difficult the situation is, he will always find a way to break the deadlock."

"Unlike us, we only cause trouble."

At this moment, the Fox Mountain God screamed, "Chen Huangpi, Huang Er, those ferrymen are about to attack!"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi's heart immediately jumped.

He looked around and saw only the black mist.

The number of ferrymen who had been gathering had dwindled to just ten.

These ten ferrymen were in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Each one of them exuded a menacing aura.

If there weren't already enough spots, they probably would have continued fighting.

Now, the ten ferrymen turned their gazes toward them.

They were separated by an unknown distance.

That gaze, so tangible, can still reach the Bridge of Helplessness.

The ten ferrymen, understanding each other without words, rowed the bamboo raft together.

With a loud bang!!!!

The surging waters of the Yellow Springs burst forth directly from the black mist.

Now, the fake river under the Bridge of Helplessness has been replaced by the real Yellow Springs.

"Eighteen thousand years have passed!"

"We humbly beseech Heaven to bestow blessings!" (End of Chapter)