Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 217 Admiring Immortal Bones. (Second Update!)

In the simple main hall of the small temple, a figure in a yellow dress was bent over a desk, writing calligraphy.

On the offering table in front of him, a vertical scroll was unfurled, depicting a handsome monk in a moon-white robe, none other than Diao Jingsong.

At this moment, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress kept writing and drawing on Diao Jingsong's body.

Before long, Diao Jingsong's entire image changed drastically.

Its head has five horns, and its body is covered with ten narrow, scarlet mouths; two rows of eyes on its face are arranged diagonally towards its temples, and its hands have been transformed into two heads that resemble both humans and beasts; its legs under its robes have been transformed into slightly bent hooves from the knees down; a thick, long horse tail grows from its back; all its exposed skin is painted a pale blue, and faint traces of scales can still be seen...

He looked like a grotesque demon, with no trace of his original handsome appearance.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress examined the finished product before her and nodded with great satisfaction.

Next, he quickly wrote a line of signature in the blank space of the scroll: "In the mid-autumn of the year Yi Si, at the elegant gathering of Baozhen Valley, I played with ink."

He then took out a gourd-shaped seal in red ink and pressed it lightly below the signature. Immediately, four ancient characters resembling birds and insects appeared on the scroll: "Seal of Immortal's Bone".

Immediately afterwards, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress, holding the scroll, turned around and instantly left the temple, arriving at a lush bamboo forest.

Here, thousands of green bamboos sway in the breeze, the grass and trees are fragrant and beautiful, and the breeze brings a refreshing feeling to one's heart.

The paintings hang in the forest, swaying in the wind. The figures in the paintings are all lifelike, as if they could step out of the paintings and come to life at any time.

At the entrance to the bamboo forest, a plaque hangs high with the four large characters "Baozhen Yaji" (抱贞雅集).

This is where the elegant gathering takes place!
The figure in the ivory-yellow dress held a newly painted picture, the ink of which had just dried, and after a few selections, hung it on one of the green bamboo branches.

He nodded slightly as he looked at the imposing portrait in front of him.

This is the first piece submitted to this gathering.

Next, she needs to prepare her second piece of work...

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The candlelight quietly illuminated the simple palace.

Yuan Zhi opened his eyes, looked at the familiar scene around him, and suddenly woke up with a start.

This is the temple!
Good luck!

Although this temple is not safe either, we have already passed the most dangerous part.

As long as he doesn't run into the host of the gathering, he's confident he can escape!
"I didn't encounter any [Scissors Prison] ghosts chasing me before entering the temple this time!"

"The [Scissors Prison] ghost in this painting, although it has no ghost skills or yin arts, still requires at least the cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining to withstand even a fraction of its power."

"Five years ago, Senior Wei Changyang was seriously injured while trying to stop a demon from the [Scissors Prison]..."

With this thought in mind, Yuan Zhi completely relaxed.

Five years ago, when they encountered the gathering, they escaped from this "strange" gathering before the organizers rushed back and chased them for a while.

Finally, several Foundation Establishment cultivators from the prefectural city arrived, and they were fortunate enough to survive.

At that time, the foundation-building elders in the prefectural city said that the host of that gathering was an "evil spirit"!
For some unknown reason, that "evil spirit" has been living in that "strange" place at the gathering.

If they had encountered that "evil spirit" while they were at the gathering, even those Foundation Establishment stage seniors wouldn't have been confident they could have saved them...

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhi shook his head slightly.

According to the information he had gathered last time, he was currently on a piece of paper. Next, ghosts would enter this place and take them out of the temple to the real gathering.

During this process, the ghost will randomly devour several living people depicted on the paper.

But as long as you stay still, you're unlikely to be chosen by the ghosts.

He deliberately didn't tell anyone this information, in order to have a better chance of survival later.

Once inside the gathering, they could emerge from the painting on their own, just like other ghosts, and then escape from the gathering...

Just as he was thinking this, a cold, ethereal voice suddenly rang out above Yuan Zhi's head: "Those who have arrived here are qualified to participate in this gathering."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhi felt puzzled. The last time he entered this place, there was no sound reminding him to enter the gathering.

Thinking of this, he remained motionless, without replying or even blinking, pretending to be just an ordinary painting.

After waiting a moment, seeing that Yuan Zhi did not react, the cold, ethereal voice continued, "However, your current demeanor is too poor."

“If one participates in a literary gathering in this way, one will inevitably be outshone by other works.”

"Therefore, I will now polish it up for you..."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhi remained unmoved. He remembered the technique he had used to survive last time: no matter what the voice or words were, he would not be able to reveal any flaws.

The next moment, a cold, wet pen suddenly landed on him.

Yuan Zhi remained unmoved.

Soon, he felt as if he had grown many strange limbs, but he thought it was just a hallucination and didn't move at all.

brush brush...

The pen tip, carrying a strong scent of ink, kept landing on him, mercilessly embellishing Yuan Zhi's body.

A moment later, the finishing touches were complete. As usual, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress signed and stamped the blank space on the scroll. Only after completing all this did she put down her pen and look at the scroll in front of her.

In the painting, Yuan Zhi has a large, vertical mouth that extends from the top of his head to his neck. Each time the mouth opens, his head splits to the left and right. Two curved, thick horns grow from his shoulders. His arms are covered with dense, fleshy growths. His abdomen is covered with bony hands of various sizes. His legs are smeared with ink, and fine, emerald-green plant roots extend from his calves...

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress seemed very satisfied with the work, admiring it carefully for a moment before sending it into the gathering.

Soon, he returned to the altar and looked at the next sheet of paper.

The drawing on this paper depicts a dark-skinned, plump cultivator, who, like Yuan Zhi, had once participated in the literary gathering.

Looking at the dark-skinned, plump cultivator, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress seemed to exude an aura of displeasure.

This human is so ugly!

He was too lazy to polish the other party's work.

However, this human looks somewhat familiar; it seems he has been to the gathering before.
How could such a terrible work be selected for the literary gathering twice in a row?

This is an insult to her taste...

So, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress shook her head, made no modifications or treatments to the painting, and instead picked it up directly and forcefully with both hands.

brush brush...

The next moment, the scroll depicting the fat, dark-skinned monk was torn to shreds...

(End of this chapter)