Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 238 Wanshan Temple. (Third update!)

With the sound of the well pulley, the convoy continued its journey.

Seeing that Lu Maohong had no further instructions, Zheng Que retreated to the left side of the "A" car.

Upon seeing him return, Zhang Guitu immediately asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Zheng, what happened just now?"

Zheng Que shook his head slightly and explained, "The cultivator who just passed by was a disciple of the Xuanyuan Pavilion."

"The other party went to Wanshan Temple to draw lots."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guitu's expression immediately changed, and he said, "Go find Wanshan Temple?"

"These disciples of Xuanyuan Pavilion are truly fearless!"

Zheng Que did not reply. He did not know much about the disciples of Xuanyuan Pavilion, but the disciples of Tianqi Sect last time really had a lot of ways to protect themselves!
Since the Xuanyuan Pavilion is similar in strength to the Heavenly Artifact Sect, most of its disciples are likely the same.

The fact that the other party dared to go to Wanshan Temple alone suggests they must have some trump cards up their sleeve...

While pondering, Zheng Que caught up with the speed of the caravan and continued on his way.

Nothing particularly noteworthy happened after that, and things returned to the routine of having to drive away the approaching ghosts every so often.

Time passed unnoticed, the sun began to set, and the bright light overhead began to dim.

As the convoy rounded a bend in the mountain, the cliffs on the side blocked the setting sun, and the surroundings suddenly became cold and gloomy, as if night had fallen early.

Gaa...gaa...gaa...

Amidst the harsh cries, the convoy members instinctively tensed their muscles and followed the corpse puppet's footsteps, continuing their journey.

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Yaotai Mountain, Baozhen Valley.

Strange and bizarre ghosts lined up in a row, gathering crookedly in the mountains.

Compared to the previous meager state, there were finally a few decent-looking boxes and cages in the procession.

Just like before, these boxes were all tied with red silk, and a large red silk flower the size of a washbasin was tied to the front, making them look festive.

Three horse-drawn carriages laden with taxes were mixed in, making the whole place look much more prosperous.

At this moment, the eight-headed sedan chair bearer ghosts returned to the procession, carrying a full load of paintings.

When these scrolls were in Zheng Que's hands, they quickly disintegrated as soon as they left the gathering. But in the hands of these eight-headed sedan chair ghosts, all the scrolls remained intact, showing no sign of disintegration, as if they were still inside the "strange" place.

The moment the scroll was brought into the wedding procession, it instantly transformed into a heavy wooden box. The box was carved with a pattern of five blessings surrounding longevity, surrounded by a circle of gourd and vine patterns, and two red silk ribbons intertwined to form a double-petaled silk flower on the front, just like the other dowry chests.

In the past few days, the eight sedan chair ghosts have made countless trips back and forth without ever getting tired.

After returning to the group, the ghostly sedan chair bearers did not leave again. Instead, they walked to the front and back of the simple sedan chair and stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose in the forest, blowing the surrounding branches and leaves into the air. The falling leaves were like a sudden rain, obscuring the view.

A woman in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe quietly appeared on the palanquin. Her gaze, hidden beneath the veil, swept over the full procession. The ghost bride nodded with great satisfaction and was about to order the wedding party to move the palanquin when she suddenly noticed something. She immediately questioned the proprietress beside the palanquin, "Why is one of my dowry carriages missing?!"

The proprietress, Xiuli, quickly replied after a moment's thought, "A human cultivator, dressed as a groom, took away the dowry cart."

Human cultivator?

It is absolutely true!
The ghost bride was furious. She had gone to great lengths to save this human boy, and instead of being grateful and offering him a ghost servant as part of her dowry, he had actually taken advantage of her vulnerability to steal her entire dowry!

No!

She had to find the other party and demand that they return her dowry with interest!

If she couldn't repay the debt, she would have the other party's ghost servants become her dowry maids! So, the ghost bride quickly glanced around and immediately pointed in one direction: "Go that way!"

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A gathering of scholars.

A bamboo plaque hangs high, and not far away, a clear stream still flows slowly around this land.

However, all the paintings in the forest have been removed!
Along with the lush, upright bamboo, it was also dug up by the roots, leaving only some withered, thin bamboo branches, along with the soil that had been carelessly dug up and spilled, scattered haphazardly all over the ground.

Even the most beautiful wildflowers were picked clean.

The once tranquil and picturesque gathering place is now a mess, reeking of chaos and devastation.

As the mountain wind blew, a figure in a yellowish-brown dress appeared instantly. Her gaze swept over the devastated surroundings, and she was filled with rage!
That ghost bride was of equal cultivation to hers and had the opportunity given to her by that human, so she couldn't do anything to her!

She and her opponent had been locked in fierce combat for several days, and were originally evenly matched, so they could continue fighting.

However, those men actually stole all the masterpieces she had painstakingly built up over the years, along with the bamboo grove and flowers she had carefully nurtured!
Outrageous!

This is utterly outrageous!
"The opportunity in the hands of that human cultivator is truly extraordinary."

"This ghost bride is so powerful; it must be because of that fortuitous encounter!"

"Humph!"

"If this ghost bride can obtain such an opportunity, why can't I, an immortal, do the same?"

"Let's capture that human cultivator first and seize the opportunity."

"Opportunities offered for free may be deceptive, but opportunities that I actively seek out will leave the other party no time to play tricks."

"When the opportunity arises, I will make that ghost bride the worst painting I ever created!"

Thinking of this, the figure of "Painted Skin" instantly disappeared from the gathering.

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Yaotai Mountain, Danqiu Peak.

Walking in the shady mountains, the temperature dropped significantly.

The entire convoy was quiet at this moment; apart from the sound of footsteps, no one spoke, and everyone was on guard of their surroundings.

Zheng Que followed Zhang Guitu, guarding the left side of the "甲" shaped carriage, constantly watching for any movement in the vicinity, and being wary of any potential dangers.

Time passed slowly, and the sun was about to completely sink into the horizon.

At that moment, the entire convoy suddenly stopped again.

Zheng Que was slightly taken aback. At this moment, the cliffs on both sides were clustered together, and the place was cramped. Although it was almost nightfall, it was not a place to set up camp... He looked up and thought he had encountered cultivators again. However, what he saw was a section of tall yellow wall.

A cluster of paulownia branches peeked out from behind the wall, and through the gaps was the soaring double-eaved hip roof, where several crows perched, staring intently at the convoy.

Beneath the high walls of Zhehuang stood a familiar figure, wearing a copper-green bamboo-patterned robe, with various small items hanging from his sash. Chen Zhentao was still holding the maple branch in his hand, and was adjusting his robe, as if he had just arrived.

Not far away, hidden among the dense foliage, hangs a plaque with the three characters "Wanshan Temple" written in a flamboyant style.

It is the Temple of Ten Thousand Virtues!

And that Xuanyuan Pavilion disciple we encountered during the day!

(End of this chapter)