Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 249 The Abbot. (The Alliance Leader "Dues Cheese" and his supporting character "Mengyao" have made their appearance.)
Moral character and moral foundation?

This is the worst foundation!

Seeing that the talisman between his brows was about to burn out, Chen Zhentao suppressed his anger and quickly said, "Thank you for your guidance, Abbot."

With that, he quickly left the main hall and returned outside.

The moment he stood still, the talisman between his eyebrows burned completely, bursting out in a burst of emerald light. Then the light completely subsided, turning into a cloud of ashes that fell into the night and disappeared without a trace.

A hint of regret flashed in Chen Zhentao's eyes, but he quickly dismissed all distracting thoughts and cast another spell. His aura changed once again, and his cultivation level quickly rose to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Immediately afterwards, he wiped the runes off his face and hands, then opened his palm again and began to carve new patterns on his bare skin.

Chen Zhentao was clearly very familiar with this set of patterns. He quickly completed the drawing and then took out a second talisman with a green background and black patterns, which he pasted on his forehead.

Then, he looked up at the night sky. At this moment, the yin energy between heaven and earth was strong, as if layers of black gauze were hanging down. The scene was dim and cold. The dark clouds still firmly covered the moon, like a tightly closed curtain.

There's still time!

Thinking of this, Chen Zhentao walked towards the main hall again.

Just like before, as soon as he stepped across the threshold, the talisman between his eyebrows began to burn rapidly. He wasted no time and said quickly, "I am Yu Zhongyin from Taiping County, greetings to Master Meng!"

"I have come here to draw a fortune stick."

"What I seek is the path to enlightenment!"

"I wish to draw a foundation-building divination slip!"

Upon hearing this, the Dream Master nodded slightly, and the divination sticks were once again delivered to Chen Zhentao by an invisible figure.

"You can only draw once."

"You can only draw one lot."

Hearing the abbot's reminder, Chen Zhentao paused briefly on the divination stick container before picking out a bamboo stick.

"It was clearly a dream of Huaxu, but looking back, tears fill my clothes as the east wind blows."

Looking at the two lines of the fortune slip, Chen Zhentao frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart. Why were his fortune slips getting worse and worse?

Despite his thoughts, he immediately raised the bamboo sticks with both hands and respectfully said, "Please, Abbot, interpret these sticks!"

The next moment, the bamboo stick in his hand disappeared and appeared in the hand of the Dream Master.

The Dream Master glanced at the fortune stick and calmly replied, "This is the worst possible fortune."

"You drew a fortune stick for the foundation building stage."

"Judging from the divination, your attempt to establish a foundation is nothing but a mirage, a grand dream. This attempt to establish a foundation is destined to fail!"

"You might not even live to reach the Foundation Establishment stage before you die!"

"However, our temple has always been virtuous and helpful. If you agree, our temple can handle your funeral arrangements free of charge."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhentao did not hesitate and immediately said, "No need!"

"Thank you for interpreting the divination slip, Master. Farewell!"

With that, he immediately turned and left.

Back in the open space outside the main hall, Chen Zhentao frowned and looked grave.

Among the cultivators who entered Wanshan Temple together this time, the three with the highest cultivation levels were Lu Maohong, Shentu Jinghai, and Yu Zhongyin.

These three were all cultivators of the imperial court, one at the ninth level of Qi Refining and the other two at the eighth level. As a disciple of the Xuanyuan Pavilion, he could naturally obtain information about them easily.

However, he has now tried the opportunities of two of them, and the foundations they were able to build were worse than the other!

Time is running out; he can only draw one last fortune stick!

If we were to use the identity of the last Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator again...

These low-level cultivators of the imperial court, to put it bluntly, are actually just a group of slightly stronger rogue cultivators!

Neither their background nor their own fortune can compare to that of a disciple of a sect like him.

If this last chance is to use the identity of Shen Tu Jinghai, who is at the eighth level of Qi Refining, the most likely outcome is still a bad draw, or even the worst possible draw!
Thinking of this, Chen Zhentao suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the young cultivator beside Lu Maohong when they met on the mountain road.

The other party had cultivated the imperial court's [Concealment Technique], so he couldn't judge their specific cultivation level. However, the young cultivator hadn't used the [Ghost Control Technique], yet he was able to summon a [Tongue-Pulling Hell] level eight and a [Tongue-Pulling Hell] level seven "vengeful spirits" to act as his ghost servants.

Most importantly, the female ghost at the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell] gave him a very dangerous feeling when she was staring at him.

That's no ordinary female prostitute!

Even an ordinary cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining would probably be no match for that female ghost!
That cultivator must possess some secret. This final draw will use his identity!

However, we need to know the other party's information first...

Thinking of this, Chen Zhentao immediately walked in one direction.

Soon, he encountered an elderly cultivator in a courtyard. The cultivator had white hair and thick eyebrows, and wore indigo and brown robes. Although his face was old, his back was straight. He was Jie Jie, the leader of the "Ren" shaped vehicle and a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator. He had previously been trapped in the Forget-Worry Inn with Zheng Que.

At this moment, Jie Jie stood dazedly by the flower bed in the courtyard, his eyes glazed over. He had clearly been misled by Wanshan Temple and had just come to his senses, unaware of what had happened.

Chen Zhentao walked straight over and stunned him with a single palm strike. Then, he spread his five fingers and grasped Jie Jie's crown chakra, rapidly circulating his spiritual energy.

"what!!!"

Jie Jie immediately woke up in pain, letting out a shrill scream.

Chen Zhentao kept his eyes closed, but the five fingers gripping the other person's head tightened more and more.

click!
The next moment, five bloody holes were forcibly gouged out of Jie Jie's head, and thick red and white fluid gushed out from the holes. He quickly lost his breath and collapsed to the ground.

Chen Zhentao let out a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

He used the Soul Searching Technique, which can forcibly extract memories from a cultivator's soul and use them for his own purposes.

This was originally a technique that only Foundation Establishment stage cultivators could use, but he was born with a stable soul and was able to learn this technique at the ninth level of Qi Refining!
"Zheng Que, Qi Refining Level 5..."

"His cultivation level is so low?"

"His most powerful trump card is those two ghost servants..."

With that thought in mind, Chen Zhentao no longer hesitated and immediately turned and walked towards the main hall.

Returning to the main hall entrance, he quickly prepared as before, then took out a green talisman with black patterns and affixed it to his forehead.

After affixing the talisman, Chen Zhentao glanced at the sky and frowned slightly; it seemed like there wasn't enough time.

But having come this far, there's no way he could give up!
With that thought in mind, he did not hesitate and stepped over the threshold into the main hall.

Inside the main hall, everything was the same as before.

Chen Zhentao bowed again and said, "I am Zheng Que from Taiping County. I have met the Master of Mengguan."

"I have come here to draw lots."

"I seek the path to enlightenment, and I request a divination slip for foundational cultivation!"

The Dream Master nodded slightly, and the divination tube was once again presented to Chen Zhentao: "You can only draw once."

"You can only draw one lot."

Chen Zhentao had no time to waste and casually pulled out a bamboo stick from inside.

"Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day."

Looking at the inscription on the bamboo stick, Chen Zhentao was delighted. This stick seemed to be quite good!
I have a good chance of building a Heavenly Dao Foundation this time!

This court monk named "Zheng Que" is indeed extraordinary!
Thinking of this, Chen Zhentao immediately spoke up: "Please, Abbot, interpret this divination slip!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the bamboo skewer in his hand had not disappeared; it was still held above his head.

Chen Zhentao frowned, immediately realizing that it was midnight!
The next moment, a black robe appeared beside him. The newcomer was dressed simply, with a plain and unadorned Taoist robe. His long hair was tied up high, with a bamboo hairpin inserted horizontally, and a whisk was held on his arm.

A pale white hand swept across and took the bamboo stick from Chen Zhentao's hand. At the same time, a cold voice entered his ears: "The time has come, but since you have a stick in your hand, I will interpret it for you again."

The figure was exactly the same as the Dream Master who had just been sitting cross-legged on the lotus cushion, but the voice he spoke had become extremely sinister.

Chen Zhentao immediately realized something and hurriedly asked, "Are you... Abbot Yao?"

The visitor did not answer the question. He glanced at the lot Chen Zhentao had drawn and immediately let out a chilling laugh: "This is the worst possible lot!"

A terrible omen?
Chen Zhentao was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked up, only to see that the bamboo slip in the newcomer's hand had changed drastically at some point, and now read "Wanting to cross the Yellow River, the ice blocks the river; wanting to climb Taihang, the snow covers the mountain!"
Immediately afterwards, the visitor revealed a malicious smile: "You've asked for a Foundation Establishment divination slip."

"Your desires are met with obstacles at every turn, and there is no way through them."

"This foundation-building attempt is doomed to fail."

"You might not even live to reach the Foundation Establishment stage before you die!"

"However, our temple has always been virtuous and helpful. Since you are going to die sooner or later anyway, we will now take care of your funeral arrangements!"

(End of this chapter)