Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 247 The Time is Approaching. (Second Update!)

Wanshan Temple, Crane Rest Hall.

Room.

The room was dimly lit, covered in cobwebs and thick with dust.

Click... click... click...

The soft chewing sounds were unusually loud in the quiet guest room.

It's like sharp teeth scraping through flesh and blood, occasionally easily biting through bones.

The gnawing continued intermittently, like a relentless tide.

Zhang Guitu groggily opened his eyes and smelled a strong stench of blood. He snapped awake, his eyes widening as he quickly looked around.

It was the same familiar guest room.

The furnishings were simple, with layers of gray netting, and it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

He was the only one in the room at that moment. Shi Yiquan, who had been standing in the corner with his back to the door, and Yan Zhiyong, who had been with him, had both disappeared.

Looking at the doors and windows, they were all intact, and the furniture around them was neatly arranged in its original place. The few spider webs in the corner were also intact, not like there had been a violent conflict.

Zhang Guitu frowned slightly, unsure of what had just happened. His mind seemed a bit muddled, and he couldn't recall anything from before. He only felt a bit bloated in his stomach and his hands felt sticky.

He subconsciously raised his palm and looked at it closely. Even in the dark, unlit room, the cultivator's eyesight allowed him to see the crimson stain on his hand.

The red, sticky layers had, in some places, solidified into black.

His hands were covered in blood!

Zhang Guitu was taken aback. However, after blinking hard, he looked again and found that his hands were clean, without a trace of blood or dirt. It seemed that his earlier glance was just an illusion.

He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He looked around and immediately called out softly, "Fellow Daoist Yan, Fellow Daoist Yan..."

The room was empty, and there was no response.

Whether it was psychological or not, Zhang Guitu felt that the yin energy in the room seemed to have become even heavier, and the bone-chilling cold seemed to be intensifying, as if the entire room was being dragged into an ice cellar. An inexplicable pressure seemed to be closing in step by step, which was indescribably creepy.

Zhang Guitu took a deep breath, feeling that it was very unsafe to stay in this guest room any longer.

So he took three steps at a time and went to the door to pull the latch.

This seemingly simple wooden door, which he and Yan Zhiyong had been unable to open despite their best efforts and methods, was now easily opened with a gentle push, and the door opened on its own.

creak.

A faint sound pierced the air, revealing what was happening outside through the crack in the door.

Night had fallen, and a deep blue mist filled the courtyard, casting a towering shadow over the ginkgo tree.

A lone moon hangs high in the sky, its clear light like snow, spilling across the mountains and making the mountainside even more secluded.

Zhang Guitu tiptoed out of the house and into the courtyard. The moonlight cast a shadow behind him, but it wasn't human; instead, it was a blurry, enormous human face…

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Room.

Zheng Que sat cross-legged on the ground alone. Although his eyes were covered and he could not see, he felt extremely comfortable. With the operation of the [Yin Yang Harmony Secret Record], the spiritual power in his body was increasing rapidly.

The white mist in his dantian thickened little by little. While cultivating, Zheng Que was also very puzzled. Lu Maohong had said before that one should not stay in this guest room for more than fifteen minutes, otherwise, one would fall asleep without realizing it.

But he has been cultivating with Kulan for well past fifteen minutes, so how come he is still so clear-headed?

In addition, what about Qingli, Niannu, and Shuyunying?
Why didn't anyone come over and stop Kulan?
Just as I was thinking, [100 characters were censored]

The other party is using Qing Li's identity. Aren't they afraid of being discovered by Qing Li at all?

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Just as the human and the ghost were getting into the swing of things, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

dong dong dong...

"Senior Lu, this junior is Zhang Guitu. I would like to ask you about the situation of Wanshan Temple."

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Zheng Que suddenly came to his senses and immediately recognized that it was Zhang Guitu's voice.

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Zheng Que was taken aback. [23 characters in the censored text]

But he quickly realized that the voice Ku Lan was speaking was ghost language, which Zhang Guitu definitely couldn't understand!

So he pretended to be asleep and didn't answer the other person at all, while speeding up the operation of the [Yin Yang Harmony Secret Record].

dong dong dong...

"Senior Lu, Senior Lu, is Senior Lu inside?"

dong dong...

"Fellow Daoist Shentu, Fellow Daoist Yu, are you there?"

Dong dong dong dong dong…

"Fellow Daoist Zheng, is Fellow Daoist Zheng here?"

For a moment, Zhang Guitu kept knocking on the door, his tone becoming increasingly anxious.

Inside the room, chaos reigned, with violent movements causing dust to rise and cobwebs to fall in layers.

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Wanshan Temple

main hall.

The main hall was pitch black and quiet at this moment, like a giant beast crouching in the dark night, conveying a silent sense of oppression.

Step, step, step...

With the sound of footsteps, a tall figure emerged from under the eaves and strode to the closed palace gates.

The figure wore a bronze-green brocade robe with bamboo patterns, and a dazzling array of ornaments hung from his waistband. He had a slightly dark complexion, long eyebrows, and bright eyes. He was still holding the maple branch in his hand, and his expression was calm. It was Chen Zhentao!
Chen Zhentao's hair was slightly damp, and he was surrounded by a misty aura, as if he had just finished bathing. He had already suppressed his aura and stood quietly, holding a maple branch upside down, sleeves tucked in, like an ordinary mortal, waiting.

I drew a fortune stick at Wanshan Temple between midnight and 3:40 AM.

The time is almost here!
(End of this chapter)