Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

On the boundless Bridge of Helplessness.

It shone with golden light, like a small sun.

This is the divine light emanating from the brass oil lamp.

And below this Bridge of Helplessness.

The mighty river flows on and on, and the ferrymen, treading on bamboo rafts, desperately try to catch up.

To know.

The Yin Earth is boundless, and the Yellow Springs tributaries flow through it.

It can be said that the underworld is composed of the Yin soil of the Yellow Springs.

The Bridge of Helplessness is built over the Yellow Springs, and even if the divine light of the brass oil lamp is powerful, it cannot shake off those ferrymen.

"Luckily, I was waiting on the Bridge of Helplessness."

The ghost said thankfully, "This bridge is incredibly strange. Although the ferrymen are immortals from the underworld, their methods of influencing time are completely ineffective."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi nodded dejectedly.

If it weren't for the ghost's reminder, he and the brass oil lamp would probably have run away from the bridge like headless flies. In that case, the ferrymen would have only needed to make a slight move to imprison them.

At that time, the old saying will truly come true.

I cried out to heaven and earth, but received no response.

The brass oil lamp said, "Ah Gui, how far is the Yin Emperor's Reincarnation Palace? I've used up a third of my lamp oil, and I haven't seen a single ghost yet."

"You didn't give me the wrong directions, did you?"

This time, the brass oil lamp really went all out.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, 30% of the lamp oil was used to power the Divine Light of Escape.

If this were in the human world, it would be enough to travel from the Great Kang Dynasty to the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions.

The key point is that this Bridge of Helplessness seems to have no end.

No matter how long the brass oil lamp flew away, the scene before them remained unchanged.

If it weren't for the ferrymen constantly chasing after us.

The brass oil lamp thought it was under some kind of illusion.

"It can't be wrong."

The ghost whispered, "The Palace of Reincarnation of the Underworld Emperor is at the end of the Bridge of Helplessness. This is the rule of the Underworld. I remember it very clearly, Huang Er, you have to believe me."

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp cried out, "Ah Gui, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I've already used up 30% of my lamp oil, and then another 30% after that. I have to keep some in reserve."

In case of any danger.

It can fight back fiercely when it matters most.

If the lamp oil runs out, it will truly become a broken oil lamp.

The key is.

Chen Huangpi's condition is getting increasingly strange.

"Cough cough cough..."

Chen Huangpi pounded his chest with his fist, his face flushed, and said, "Huang Er, don't worry about me, I'm really fine. It's just that my chest feels stuffy, and I feel hot and cold all the time. It looks like I'm about to die."

Even so.

But the brass oil lamp noticed that Chen Huangpi's eyes were becoming increasingly bright.

He spoke with a strong voice and looked very energetic; there was really no sign that he was about to die.

It was as if it had seen through the brass oil lamp's thoughts.

Chen Huangpi explained, "The book says that if a person is unaware of hot and cold, it means that their yin and yang are out of balance, and they will not live long. But I am full of energy, which is called a final burst of vitality before death..."

"So when do you plan to have your last burst of energy before death?"

"Let me hold on a little longer."

"Ok."

The brass oil lamp sighed.

There really is a problem; he looks abnormal, and his speech is even more abnormal.

Just don't know.

What exactly caused this change in Chen Huangpi's situation?

It felt that it had nothing to do with Emperor Chen.

Although Emperor Chen intervened, these changes occurred after entering the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

However, this wasn't the first time this person had come to the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

Why was nothing wrong last time?

The vengeful spirit beside him frowned deeply and remained silent.

At this moment, it had no mind to consider the issue of dried yellow peel.

It's not that it doesn't care about aged yellow peel.

Rather, there are priorities and urgency in matters.

Leave the Yellow Springs Yin Land quickly and return to the capital of Da Kang to find the evil Taoist. At that time, all problems will be solved.

"Master, please hold on a little longer."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost gritted its teeth and said, "The Hall of Reincarnation is located on the Yin Earth. Once we get there, we can shake off those ferrymen. If we're lucky, we can even use this to return to the human world."

In fact, the ghosts knew two places where they could return to the human world.

One is the Ten Thousand Mountains, below the third altar of the Burial God Tomb.

That place has a passage that leads directly to the underworld.

However, the Burial Tomb of the Gods is now in the hands of evil people. Moreover, it contains Yi Qingzhou, an immortal who has turned into a demon.

Therefore, this road is not easy to travel.

The other is the City of the Wrongfully Dead, the gate of the Ten Kings of Hell.

Every city of the unjustly dead has a clone of a brass oil lamp, from which one can return to the human world.

But the Yin Earth of the Underworld is simply too vast.

The Ghost of Death knew that the nearest City of the Wrongfully Dead would take at least half a month to reach, even with a brass oil lamp flying tirelessly.

In the underworld, time is the least important thing.

Because one day on Earth is equivalent to one year here.

"A-Gui, do you mean that there's also a path to the human world inside the Hall of Reincarnation?"

"It's just speculation."

The Ghost of Death patted Chen Huangpi on the back and comforted him, "However, I've been to that place twice. There are many strange and bizarre things there. It's not impossible that there's a path leading to the human world."

Chen Huangpi said blankly, "The King of the Underworld is dead. There may be many terrible things in his palace."

"So we need to be even more careful."

"Stop talking, those ferrymen are coming after us again."

The brass oil lamp then let out a loud cry, vigorously burning its oil, and its speed instantly increased dramatically.

Below this Bridge of Helplessness.

The Yellow Springs River surges and roars.

Nearly thirty ferrymen were in hot pursuit.

"It really is an external evil!"

"If it were the Yellow Heaven, the Yellow Springs and the Yin Earth would not reveal its true form."

"Moreover, there seems to be something about him that is incompatible with the Yin soil of the Yellow Springs."

Previously, the ferrymen would have had some doubts about Chen Huangpi's identity.

There's now at least a 99% chance it's an external pathogen.

The last sliver of possibility.

We'll have to wait until the other ferryman arrives before we can confirm it.

"Where is that guy who saw Huang Tian before? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"It has work to do and won't be able to come over for a while."

"What kind of work?"

"The Yin spirits under the rule of the Seventh King of Hell are fighting against those from the Sixth King of Hell. Hundreds of thousands of Yin spirits are crossing the Yellow Springs. It will probably take at least half an hour."

"They'll mess things up at the crucial moment, just wait!"

The kindred spirit that the ferrymen were waiting for was the very one that Chen Huangpi had first encountered.

The ferryman had seen Chen Huangpi with his own eyes.

Once it arrives, it will definitely be able to give an accurate answer.

However, the ferrymen have their own duties in the underworld.

Once someone is on a bamboo raft.

They cannot do anything else without bringing people ashore.

Just like the ferryman who clearly recognized Chen Huangpi, no matter how afraid he was of this Lord Huangtian who sucked up the Yellow Springs and devoured the Yin soil, he could only bite the bullet and send him ashore.

"Huang Er, A Gui, what do these ferrymen mean?"

Chen Huangpi whispered, "The Yin Gods are fighting? And the Seventh Court of Yama's rule, isn't that the place we went to last time?"

The brass oil lamp had no time to think about such things.

It was focused on activating the Divine Light of Escape and casually replied, "Is there any need to think about it? It must be that the Yin Gods have regional discrimination. The Seventh Hall can't stand the Sixth Hall, so they fought each other."

The ghost frowned and said, "The spirits of the underworld are all of the same kind, so where does this regional discrimination come from?"

Just because it didn't exist before doesn't mean it doesn't exist now.

The brass oil lamp said, "Didn't Chen Huangpi's evil underlings in the Ten Thousand Mountains start discriminating against evil people from the outside world? What, is your Yellow Spring Yin Soil special and you don't play by that rule?"

"The evil of the Ten Thousand Mountains was led astray by the master."

The Soul Reaper calmly said, "The Yin Gods in the Seventh Hall don't have much contact with their masters, so they certainly wouldn't do that."

"Actually, I've had a lot of contact with them."

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "Back in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, I even created a Huang Twenty-Four. It was successfully enlightened by Huang Er's clone and was even given the position of Day and Night Patrol God."

At this point, Chen Huangpi and the Soul-Snatching Ghost were stunned for a moment.

Then they all looked at the brass oil lamp.

Why are you all looking at me?

The brass oil lamp was somewhat baffled.

Chen Huangpi said with a strange expression, "Huang Er, I remember when Huang Ershisi was born, didn't you tell it to go and steal whatever it wanted, right?"

"It seems that something like this is happening..."

"And also, when we leave, tell Huang Twenty-Four to guard your estate well..."

The vengeful spirit said with a dark face, "Could it be that it's been busy working for your family's business and leading the underworld spirits into war ever since we left...?"

"Hahaha……"

Chen Huangpi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Agui, don't joke like that, it's not funny at all..." (End of this chapter)