Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 215 The Painting. (Third Update!)

it's over!
Zheng Que was certain that the speed at which he had issued the edict this time was beyond his expectations!

In the real world, even if this ghost accepted the imperial decree, the first thing it could do was to escape while the other party was unable to move.

But this is a world within a painting, so the flow of time is problematic.

In this world within the painting, he could enter the underworld in just a few breaths, drag the other person in, and kill them with a gavel.

Thinking of this, Zheng Que was about to sit down and cultivate, but the next moment, he was surprised to find that the huge, ferocious ghost that was as big as a small mountain had disappeared!

what happened?

Zheng Que was stunned for a moment, then felt a void above his head. When he looked up, Ku Lan had disappeared.

For a moment, beside the carriage with the character "庚" on it, there was only him and Niannu, who was possessing Linghu Yuniang's body.

The rain that had just been firmly blocked by the black silk umbrella immediately poured down.

Zheng Que suddenly came to his senses and immediately took Linghu Yuniang and crawled under the "Geng" shaped carriage.

The vehicle had a sturdy and wide base, large enough to allow Zheng Que and "Linghu Yuniang" to use their hands and feet to support themselves on the metal frame and keep their bodies suspended in the air.

Blah blah blah...blah blah blah...

The heavy rain continued to fall, causing plumes of mist to rise from the ground, blurring the view in the distance and surrounding areas.

A stream of ink, filled with various floating debris, gradually flowed out from the roadside. As the debris sank and floated, it continued to turn into ink and merge into the stream.

The carriage continued its journey, but the puppet pulling it was melting away little by little in the rain, leaving an ink-filled footprint with each step it took.

Looking at this scene, Zheng Que frowned. In this situation, they could only wait for the rain to stop, and after the rain stopped...

Just then, Linghu Yuniang, who was standing next to her, immediately asked, "My lord, why did Lady Qingli suddenly disappear just now?"

The voice that came out of his mouth was very familiar; it was none other than Niannu's voice.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que shook his head slightly. He still didn't know how Shu Yunying, Qingli, and Kulan had disappeared.

There are many changes in this "strangeness" that Yuan Zhi had not mentioned before!
In a flash, Zheng Que replied, "I don't know, it might be because of this 'strange' thing."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "It would be best to find a place to take shelter from the rain now."

"As long as we find a place to shelter from the rain, or as soon as the rain stops, I will have a way to bring Qingli back."

Although Qingli has disappeared, she should be safe and sound.

Otherwise, if the main soul perishes, the summoning banner will definitely change.

Therefore, it can be inferred that Shu Yunying and Ku Lan should be the same.

Now, given a suitable environment for cultivation, he can enter the underworld, summon his three ghost servants through the Book of Life and Death, and inquire about the situation...

At this moment, Linghu Yuniang nodded seriously, wondering to herself if the method the master would use to save Qingli this time would be the same as last time.
Rumble!
A clap of thunder shook the earth, and amidst the purple and blue hues, the entire mountainside was drenched in torrential rain.

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Yaotai Mountain.

Ancient trees reach for the sky along the rugged mountain path.

"Thump thump thump... Waaaaah..."

Amidst the weak and listless sounds of joy, a simple wedding procession lingered on the mountainside.

In the middle was a palanquin, its design a hodgepodge, yet it was tied with a large red silk flower knot, making it somewhat incongruous.

The ghost bride sat regally atop the palanquin, her ornate wedding dress and veil clashing starkly with the shabby state of the entire procession. She remained motionless, emanating an extremely gloomy aura. The number of ghosts before and after the palanquin had increased considerably, but they were all coarse-looking, weak-looking little demons, none of them particularly striking.

Thinking about this, the ghost bride felt even more frustrated.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she turned her head to look in one direction.

The next moment, the entire group immediately changed direction and headed in the direction the ghost bride was looking.

Along the way, the ghost bride controlled the group, changing directions several times before finally arriving at the foot of a cliff.

Nestled among verdant cliffs and red ravines, amidst fragrant vegetation, stands a small building with upturned eaves and intricate corners. A low wall surrounds the building, and a strangely shaped horse is already tethered to the hitching post at the entrance. Above the gate, a plaque bears four large characters: "Forget-Worries Inn".

The ghost bride showed no intention of dismounting from the palanquin. Instead, she pointed to one of the eight ghostly palanquin bearers from the "Scissors Prison" and said in an icy voice, "Go inside and ask for directions. How do I get to Baozhen Valley?"

"Also, keep an eye out for anything valuable in the store."

The [Scissors Prison] sedan chair bearer ghost immediately turned around and knelt down, replying in a very awkward voice, "Yes!"

Next, the sedan chair bearer strode into the Forget-Worry Inn.

A moment later, he came out of the inn, pointed in a direction, and said in a stiff tone, "Baozhen Valley is in that direction."

"There's nothing of value in the inn, except that the landlady is quite pretty and good at accounting."

Upon hearing this, the ghost bride nodded; her current entourage was far too shabby!
The only maidservant who accompanied her in her dowry was kidnapped by that human cultivator.

It just so happens that she had seen the proprietress of this Forget-Worry Inn before; she was indeed a beautiful ghost with a stunning face and unique charm. Rather than letting her waste her time in such a shabby place, she might as well make her her dowry...

So the ghost bride immediately shouted, "Go inside! Steal the shop owner's wife!"

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Baozhen Valley.

A gathering of scholars.

Before the horizontal scroll painting, a figure in an ivory-yellow dress stood motionless, gazing at the changing scenes within the scroll.

In the painting, torrential rain washes away the meticulously depicted vegetation, bamboo groves, rocks, and streams, turning them into a chaotic mess of ink.

On the mountain path, four carriages hurried along, but the corpse puppets pulling them, unable to withstand the pounding rain, had turned into streams of viscous ink, which fell into the ink flowing across the ground.

At this point, the convoy was still some distance from the temple.

Seeing this, the figure in the yellow dress exuded an aura of displeasure. What she originally wanted to draw was a group of people traveling in the mountains, encountering a rainstorm, and being chased by ghosts. In their panic, they could only desperately flee to a temple where they could take shelter from the rain.

During the escape, the cultivators behind were forced to sacrifice themselves to buy time for those in front...

This should have been a very touching work!

But now, all because I drew a useless ghost, I've ruined everything!

The story and timeline in the painting are now all messed up, and it needs further revision.

Thinking of this, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress had no choice but to take out her paintbrush again and quickly put brush to paper on the horizontal scroll.

Soon, the originally rugged mountain path was transformed into a downhill road.

The four vehicles, now freed from the puppet carts, began to slide down the slope toward the temple.

After finishing the painting, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress put away her brush, then raised her hand to paint, pushing open the gate of the temple in the painting...

(End of this chapter)