Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 250 [The Heaven-Stealing Talisman] (First Update!)

As soon as he finished speaking, a chill seemed to rush in from all around. In Chen Zhentao's eyes, every stroke of the fortune slip, "Wanting to cross the Yellow River, the ice blocks the river; wanting to climb Taihang, the snow covers the mountain," seemed to come alive, wriggling, howling, and maliciously piercing into the depths of his heart. In the darkness, it seemed to be intertwined with his path of cultivation, almost turning into his inner demon!

After a brief moment of confusion, Chen Zhentao suddenly came to his senses and realized that the auspicious fortune slip he had just drawn had been replaced by the abbot of Yao Temple!
Not only that, now, the other party wants him dead!

In a flash, Chen Zhentao immediately spoke up: "This isn't my signature from earlier..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized that the talisman between his eyebrows had burned out!

not good!

Chen Zhentao's expression changed drastically. He immediately abandoned any attempt to argue and used his escape technique to flee away at top speed.

His [Heaven-Stealing and Sun-Changing Talisman] was one of the sect's trump cards. Under normal circumstances, one talisman would be enough to sustain him until he finished interpreting the divination slips.

However, this time, perhaps because the time for drawing lots had passed, the burning speed was much faster than the previous two times.

Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhentao transformed into a streak of light and instantly escaped from the main gate of Wanshan Temple, arriving at the open space outside the hall.

Seeing that Abbot Yao showed no intention of chasing after him, he was still worried. He kept walking, the wind whistling on both sides, and the gates, courtyards, rockeries, lake stones, and vegetation rushed past. In the blink of an eye, he had reached a secluded place several courtyards away from the main hall, and finally stopped by a pavilion in a garden.

The garden is quite spacious, with most of the plants being low-lying. Standing in the pavilion, one can easily see everything at a glance.

After stopping, Chen Zhentao did not hesitate. He immediately looked around and, after confirming that he was the only one in the garden, breathed a sigh of relief. He then quickly raised his sleeve and wiped away the runes drawn with spiritual blood from his face, neck, and hands.

Then, seeing that the [Heaven-Stealing Talisman] had burned out completely, with a clump of ashes still stuck to his brow and obstructing his vision, he grabbed the talisman, now just ashes, from between his brows without saying a word.

The next moment, in his vision, the [Heaven-Stealing Talisman], which had burned out and was now useless, instantly transformed into a talisman that had only burned two-thirds of its length and was still emitting a faint spiritual light. The emerald green flames were fierce, but they did not burn his skin at all.

However, as soon as Chen Zhentao removed it, the green flame on the talisman seemed to lose its foundation, rapidly weakening in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it went out without a trace, leaving only one-third of the talisman with a last flicker of light before dissipating all its spiritual energy, turning into a piece of waste paper, completely useless.

This……

Chen Zhentao's expression changed, and he immediately raised his head to look around. The so-called pavilion had vanished without a trace, and what appeared before him was a familiar palace. The statue of a god resembling Yama at the head of the hall was solemn and majestic. Under the altar, the lotus-shaped prayer cushion was empty. A nun in black robes held a whisk in her hand, and her white face, as beautiful as a blooming Udumbara flower, was looking at him with eyes full of malice.

This is the main hall of Wanshan Temple!

He is still in the main hall!

That [Heaven-Stealing Talisman] from before wasn't even completely burned!
But now, he himself has removed the burning "Heaven-Stealing Talisman"!
At this moment, the abbot of Yao Temple's eyes were filled with veiled malice, and she said in an icy voice, "Each person can only draw one fortune stick."

"You actually drew four fortune sticks!"

"Such insatiable greed will surely be punished."

"One bad draw means you have to die once."

"You drew the worst fortune four times."

"So, you need to die four times!" As soon as the words fell, it was as if some mechanism had been turned on in the entire hall. Yin energy gushed out like a spring, and strange ghosts quickly crawled out from the seemingly flat and solid ground.

These ghostly creatures grabbed Chen Zhentao's body with their many hands and feet, as if trying to drag him into the ground and bury him forever.

Chen Zhentao immediately tried to struggle, but his cultivation was still at the Qi Refining stage and he had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage. He was completely unable to resist the "strange" power of the [Scissors Prison], and his body involuntarily began to sink into the ground.

His expression darkened, but there was little panic in his eyes as he quietly watched the ghosts' actions.

Just as most of his body was being pulled into the ground, a yoke on his waist suddenly shattered, and a semi-transparent fist-shaped shadow burst out from it.

Bang!
This fist strike was completely unadorned, heading straight for Abbot Yao. Its powerful and overwhelming force forced a gap in the thick, yin energy filling the hall.

This was an attack from a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator!
It was sealed inside the Huijue Li, which was tied to Chen Zhentao's waist, and would only be released when Chen Zhentao was facing a life-or-death situation.

boom! ! !
With a loud bang, the ground shook violently, and the yin energy in the main hall surged and became extremely chaotic in an instant, like a raging torrent.

Chen Zhentao seized the opportunity, used his escape technique, and quickly fled from the main hall.

Upon arriving outside the palace again, he did not hesitate for a moment and immediately fled towards the Crane Resting Courtyard.

That Foundation Establishment stage fist shadow was only enough for him to break free from the lock of the Yao Temple Master, but it was not enough to break through this "strange" thing!
Now, he needs to find a safe place to rest as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhentao quickly passed through the many courtyards and entered the Crane Resting Courtyard.

The night was deep, and a thin mist rose from the temple, like a dark blue veil, enveloping the surrounding area.

Crane Resting Courtyard was completely silent. All the guest rooms in the courtyard had their doors and windows tightly closed, and there was not a sound coming from inside. Against the backdrop of fallen leaves all over the ground, it seemed as if it had been abandoned for a long time and had never been occupied.

With a clear goal in mind, Chen Zhentao quickly arrived at the room he had been assigned to. In the same room were three other cultivators from the imperial court.

Unlike ordinary independent cultivators, the imperial court cultivators knew some of the rules of the Wanshan Temple, and would always leave one cultivator down to guard the rooms...

While pondering, Chen Zhentao raised his hand and pushed open the door. The room was gloomy, with a strong musty and dusty smell, and cobwebs were everywhere in the corners.

As he expected, there was indeed a figure in the guest room at that moment. The figure was standing in the corner, and its face and body were hidden in the darkness and could not be clearly seen.

Chen Zhentao strode into the guest room and said, "Fellow Daoist..."

Before he could finish speaking, the scene before him suddenly changed. The cramped guest room instantly opened up, and the familiar shrine appeared. The lotus-shaped prayer mat was empty. The figure in the corner of the guest room became clear in an instant. He was wearing a black Taoist robe, his face was as plain as a lotus, he held a whisk, and his smile was not a smile but a smile full of malice.

He is the abbot of Wanshan Temple!

Chen Zhentao's pupils dilated slightly, and he immediately realized that he had returned to the main hall!

(End of this chapter)