Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 208 Temple. (Second update!)

Outside the painting, in a sun-drenched bamboo forest.

The hideous ghost lay in front of the horizontal scroll painting, its eyes greedy, its mouth moving rapidly, with bits of flesh and blood seeping from the corners of its mouth from time to time.

Click... click...

Intermittent chewing sounds echoed through the forest.

At this moment, the five cultivators responsible for escorting the "T"-shaped cart on the horizontal scroll had all turned into a viscous blob of ink and quickly disappeared from the painting.

The area around the "T"-shaped carriage was empty for a moment, with only rocks and grass. Two mindless corpse puppets pulled the carriage forward.

After devouring the five cultivators, the ferocious ghost's eyes gleamed with even greater greed, and it then turned its gaze to the five people surrounding the "戊"-shaped carriage behind it.

However, just as it stuck out its tongue, wanting to continue eating, it seemed to have suddenly heard something, and a tangible fear immediately appeared on its ferocious face.

The next moment, the hideous ghost quickly got up and swiftly disappeared into its own painting.

A gentle breeze blows, and thousands of paintings sway slowly on the branches. In the paintings of hideous ghosts, the originally fierce and evil ghosts try their best to pose obediently.

A moment later, she returned to the gathering with light, graceful steps, dressed in an ivory-yellow dress.

It was the same figure who had been painting earlier. With a clear goal in mind, he returned to the horizontal scroll he had just finished painting. His gaze swept across the painting, and he noticed that five people were missing. However, his expression remained unchanged. He only glanced indifferently at the painting of the hideous demon next to him.

The demon's five eyes darted around, none daring to meet the gaze of the figure in the yellow dress.

Next, the figure in the ivory-colored dress took out her brush again and continued painting on the scroll, first redrawing the five people who had been eaten.

On the snow-white screen, five figures appeared. The leader, dressed in a black robe and wearing silver wristbands, walked at the front of the "T"-shaped carriage. Behind him were four cultivators: three men and one woman. The three male cultivators were of different heights, and the last one was a young man wearing a brownish-yellow robe. The only female cultivator wore a light red shirt, with her hair in a droopy bun and a silver hairpin inserted diagonally.

These five people, in terms of appearance, aura, clothing, and demeanor, were exactly the same as before.

As soon as they were drawn, three of them immediately walked toward the carriage behind them.

As before, all the figures in the painting move extremely slowly, even the five who were redrawn.

At this moment, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress raised her arm and began to depict the clouds above the scroll.

The sound of the brush tip gliding across the white Xuan paper echoed continuously among the bamboo grove. The figure in the ivory-yellow dress amidst the clouds was painted with great detail, taking quite some time to complete.

Soon, he picked up his pen and made a few large strokes on the clouds.

The newly formed clouds instantly turned into a dark, heavy cloud!
As soon as the dark clouds were painted, lightning flashed and thunder roared within them, bursting forth in purple and blue hues, surging like the sea, depicting an impending downpour.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress then moved ahead of the convoy and began to draw a temple.

With its green tiles and yellow walls, this temple stands out among the lush bamboo forests. Its doors are slightly ajar, and a large, leafy locust tree grows in the courtyard. Through the courtyard wall, one can vaguely see the flickering incense inside. On the offering table are fruits and other items, and below is a prayer cushion with candles burning on both sides.

The sunlight swayed in the forest, and after a long time, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress finally finished painting the temple.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around, walked to the painting of the hideous ghost next to him, reached into the painting, and grabbed the hideous ghost out of the painting.

This hideous ghost exuded an extremely fierce aura, but in the hands of the figure in the yellow dress, it curled up into a ball, radiating extreme fear, and dared not resist at all, just like a cat or dog being lifted by the scruff of its neck, completely obedient.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress, clutching the hideous ghost, arrived in front of the horizontal scroll and threw it directly behind the last car in the painting.

The next moment, the hideous ghost transformed into a streak of black light and instantly fell into the painting, appearing not far behind the "Geng" shaped carriage.

The woman in the yellow dress picked up her brush again and quickly drew a series of ferocious-looking ghosts behind the caravan, forming a dense, winding procession. As soon as these ghosts were drawn, they charged relentlessly towards the living people in the caravan.

While the figure in the ivory-yellow dress was painting, the other members of the convoy were also moving along with her...

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The painting depicts a vehicle with the character "戊" on it.

The five monks responsible for escorting the vehicle all stared at Mei Youle as the "T"-shaped vehicle approached.

"Fellow Daoist Mei, please turn around so we can see your back!"

The fat, dark-skinned cultivator in the "戊"-shaped carriage spoke in a deep voice, his piercing gaze fixed on the newcomer's every move.

The cultivator who resembled Mei Youle did not reply, nor did he show any intention of turning around; he simply continued to approach them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the five cultivators in the "戊" shaped vehicle immediately retreated slowly, creating distance between themselves and "Mei Youle". At the same time, the five of them circulated their spiritual energy, ready for a big battle.

The fat, dark-skinned monk simultaneously warned, "Do not make any physical contact with him!"

"Use long-range attack spells, or talismans!"

"Be especially careful not to get splashed with its ink!"

At this moment, "Mei Youle" slowly turned his head to look at the fat, dark-skinned cultivator and finally spoke, "Fellow Daoist Song, may I borrow your next garment?"

The chubby, dark-skinned cultivator's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he immediately said, "He is the 'Painter,' kill him!"

Without hesitation, the white-robed cultivator, led by the "戊" shaped vehicle, immediately cast a dark red talisman.

Whoosh!
The talisman transformed into a blazing flame in mid-air and crashed down on "Mei Youle".

The other four also made their moves.

Boom boom boom boom…

In an instant, "Mei Youle" was struck solidly by numerous talismans. With a loud bang, its body shattered into pieces, falling to the ground like scattered flowers, turning into a pool of thick ink.

Seeing this, the five people in the "戊" car breathed a sigh of relief. However, just when they thought the battle was over, the ink on the ground suddenly gathered rapidly towards the center, and in the blink of an eye, it re-formed a humanoid outline.

The next moment, the outline of the ink distorted slightly, and the figure of "Mei Youle" reappeared. He slowly raised his head, a strange smile on his face, and stared straight at the five people in the "戊" car. He was completely unharmed, without a trace of injury.

Upon seeing this, the five people in the "戊"-shaped car immediately changed their expressions. The leader, a cultivator in a moon-white robe, hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist Song, what's going on?"

The chubby, dark-skinned cultivator's face was grim. Just as he was about to reply, a familiar voice came from behind him: "This is 'The Painter'!"

"Ordinary attack methods are ineffective."

"To kill it, you need to use items from this painted world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, burly figure carrying a long sword rushed over.

It was Yuan Zhi!

(End of this chapter)