Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 251 Bamboo Skewer. (Second Update!)

Wanshan Temple

Lu Maohong looked cautious, holding a compass in his hand. Following the directions, he walked through corridors and courtyards, and after several turns, he arrived in front of a screen wall.

In the darkness, the turquoise glass gleamed with a cold light. The auspicious deer carrying a lingzhi mushroom, which originally symbolized peace, was now inexplicably tinged with a sinister aura. The deer's eyes stared straight at Lu Maohong, and the lingzhi mushroom in its mouth seemed to have transformed into a severed limb at some point, with blood slowly dripping from its mouth. The beautiful mountains and rivers, and the rare flowers and herbs in the background, were transformed into mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with skulls standing like pillars.

But upon closer inspection, what just happened seems to have been an illusion.

Lu Maohong glanced at the screen wall and then ignored it, instead looking directly at the front of the screen wall.

This direction was originally where the main gate was located.

But right now, there is only a solid high wall, and there is no trace of a door.

He knew in his heart that it was nighttime and all the exits of the Wanshan Temple had disappeared.

Don't be fooled by this high wall in front of you. It may seem that anyone with decent skills in the secular world could climb over it, but in reality, without an exit, trying to get over the wall is as difficult as climbing to heaven!
Only when daylight arrives can they find their way out again.

However, staying awake during the day is extremely difficult...

Thinking of this, Lu Maohong stopped and carefully recalled all his memories after leaving the guest room. Only after confirming that there were no missing memories did he breathe a sigh of relief.

So far, I haven't been misled.

Of course, this was only the first night.

The longer you stay in Wanshan Temple, the more negative energy you will absorb, and the more likely you are to be affected.

Just as he was deep in thought, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind him: "Senior Lu!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Maohong immediately turned around and saw Zhang Guitu walking hurriedly out from behind the hanging flower gate not far away.

Lu Maohong narrowed his eyes slightly and had already used a detection spell. At this moment, in his vision, Zhang Guitu appeared normal, but his expression was extremely flustered, as if he had been greatly frightened.

After a few moments of thought, Lu Maohong frowned and quickly said, "Stop!"

"What happened?"

Zhang Guitu snapped out of his daze and quickly stopped, his voice trembling with fear, "Senior Lu, I... something seemed to have gone into our guest room just now..."

He quickly recounted everything that had just happened in his room, including how he went to Lu Maohong's room to look for him, but no one answered the door after knocking for a long time.

After listening, Lu Maohong remained calm and showed no surprise. The guest rooms at Wanshan Temple were indeed safer than other places in the temple.

However, you still have to follow the rules in the guest rooms.

If some strange things get in, the guest rooms will also be extremely dangerous.

only……

If something managed to sneak into the other party's guest room, how did this tortoise-shaped painting survive?

Thinking of this, Lu Maohong stared at Zhang Guitu not far away and asked seriously, "So, you're missing a part of your memory of the room, and you don't remember how you survived?"

Zhang Guitu immediately nodded: "Yes!"

"I must have been unconscious at the time. After I woke up, I quickly escaped from the room..."

Lu Maohong nodded thoughtfully. This turtle diagram must have been bewitched to cause this situation.

Including the time at the entrance of Wanshan Temple, he has been bewitched twice.

This is only the first night... Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt something strange in his hand. He looked down and saw an old bamboo stick that had appeared in his palm in a strange and abrupt way.

Before Lu Maohong could examine the fortune stick closely, Zhang Guitu's voice rang out again: "Senior Lu!"

"A fortune stick suddenly appeared in my hand!"

"How is this going?"

Lu Maohong immediately looked at Zhang Guitu and saw that Zhang Guitu, who had just been empty-handed, was now holding an old bamboo stick, just like him.

Lu Maohong frowned immediately. He had never drawn a fortune stick in the main hall before, so he didn't know what was going on either.

Thinking of this, he quickly asked, "What is your fortune slip?"

Zhang Guitu immediately replied, "To cross the Yellow River, ice blocks the way; to climb Mount Taihang, snow covers the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Lu Maohong glanced at the fortune stick in his hand. On the murky yellow bamboo stick, there was a line of tiny, bloody characters, the content of which was exactly the same as the fortune stick of Zhang Guitu.

Looking at the two ominous lines of the divination, Lu Maohong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and he had a strange feeling that a great calamity was about to befall him, as if he was about to die.

His expression changed, and he immediately said, "Go back to your room immediately! Quickly!"

With that, Lu Maohong led the way toward the Crane Resting Courtyard.

Zhang Guitu hurriedly followed.

High in the sky, the dark clouds that had been obscuring the moon slowly dispersed, and the frosty moonlight spilled across the ground, illuminating the figures of the two.

The shadow behind Zhang Guitu, which was originally a human face, has now swelled up considerably, its outline resembling ten faces crowded together, forming an indescribable shape.

These ten faces, with a half-smile, moved rhythmically, seemingly enjoying absorbing the yin energy within the temple...

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In the dilapidated palace, Zheng Que glanced at the surging black energy between his brows, and with a slight concentration, he could clearly feel that his cultivation had improved significantly during his training with Ku Lan.

The spiritual energy within his body was exceptionally abundant, and the white mist in his dantian grew increasingly dense, resembling a cloud about to bring rain. Judging from his overall appearance, he was not far from reaching the peak of the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Perhaps because Ku Lan's cultivation has now reached the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], he always felt that his cultivation this time was much higher than the improvement he had made when he cultivated with Ku Lan before.

"Qingli, Niannu, and Shuyunying have been completely silent; they must all be asleep."

"It seems that in this Wanshan Temple, as long as you stay in the room, whether you are a human or a ghost, you will fall asleep without realizing it."

“Otherwise, I could simply stay in the room and have the ghost servant wake me up every now and then…”

"However, Kulan is an exception."

"Her resistance to this dormancy seems unusually high."

"Back in Shujiabao, the umbrella she held up could help me ward off the soul-summoning banner."

“It’s the same this time.”

"She held the umbrella the whole time, that's why I didn't fall asleep immediately..."

Thinking of this, Zheng Que nodded slightly. If Ku Lan's black silk umbrella could keep him awake, then he wouldn't need to leave the room at all; he could just stay there until dawn.

In a flash, he noticed that the names in the Book of Life and Death were suddenly increasing rapidly...

(End of this chapter)