Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 257 The Door. (Second Update!)

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que immediately realized that Zhang Gui Tu had been bewitched again!

However, it's a bit strange.

The "mysterious" creature that had just been hiding in the other's shadow didn't seem to belong to this Wanshan Temple...

While he was pondering rapidly, Zhang Guitu suddenly raised his hand, glanced at the bamboo skewer in his hand, and said again, "Gentlemen, it's getting late. You should go back to your rooms and rest."

"The mountains are not peaceful. After nightfall, there are many ghosts. Please remember to be careful."

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and took out a short sword.

The short sword looked quite ornate, with a hilt inlaid with numerous gems that shimmered under the moonlight, and its blade gleamed with a chilling light.

Seeing this, Zheng Que immediately prepared to continue the fight, but the next moment...

Puff puff!
With lightning speed, Zhang Guitu stabbed his own head into a mangled mess with his short sword.

The next moment, he fell straight down, lifeless.

Zheng Que was taken aback, then immediately looked at Shu Yunying and asked, "What happened?"

Shu Yunying thought for a moment, then quickly replied seriously, "He probably wants to enter the Soul-Summoning Banner to cultivate."

"Quickly use the Soul-Summoning Wind, don't let this 'weird' steal his remnant soul!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que knew that Shu Yunying's explanation was nonsense, but he still immediately shook the soul-summoning banner. A cold wind swept out and passed over Zhang Guitu's corpse, but it did not summon any remnant souls.

Seeing this, Shu Yunying's face was full of disappointment: "Shu Que, be faster next time!"

"The strength of a soul-summoning banner depends on the number of wandering souls inside."

"Your current soul-summoning banner is very weak."

"From now on, it would be best to kill them all."

"It should be known that the vast majority of cultivators will never be qualified to see a magic artifact in their entire lives."

"It is a blessing for the slain cultivators to be able to cultivate inside the Soul-Summoning Banner."

Hearing this, Zheng Que shook his head slightly.

The remnant soul of this tortoise-shaped painting was most likely not absorbed by the "strange things" here, but rather taken away by the Tongue-Pulling Hell in his underworld.

Based on his current understanding, if a ghost is already a "strange creature," the underworld will not absorb it after he kills it. However, if it is another living person or ghost that entered the "strange creature" with him, once it is killed, the "strange creature" cannot compete with his underworld!

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately asked, "What was that 'strange' thing just now? Why didn't you sense it at first?"

Shu Yunying replied very bluntly, "I don't know."

do not know?
Zheng Que frowned. Shu Yunying had a ghostly duty, yet she hadn't sensed that "strange" creature from before... If he wasn't mistaken, that "strange" creature wasn't a ghost from the [Tongue-Pulling Hell] at all!

Is it "Scissors Prison"?
wrong!

【Scissors Prison】is not as weak as it seems!
The [Scissors Prison] ghost he encountered in the painted world of the last gathering, which had no ghost skills or Yin arts and was considered the weakest among the [Scissors Prison], was still able to withstand the combined attack of Shu Yunying, Qing Li, Ku Lan, and Nian Nu for so long.

This particular "weird" creature was clearly weaker than Shu Yunying.

Even if he hadn't called Qingli and Kulan out to help, Shu Yunying should have been able to handle the opponent on her own.

However, the eerie aura emanating from this "weird" thing almost rendered him and Niannu incapacitated during their fight...

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something Lu Maohong had mentioned before. The other party suspected that some of the ghosts suppressed beneath Taiping County had escaped and were even mixed in with their convoy…

Was that "strange" creature just now the ghost suppressed underground in Taiping County?!

Those are not ghosts from the Scissors Prison, but ghosts from the Iron Tree Prison!

Zheng Que's expression immediately changed, and he asked again, "Was that 'strange' creature dealt with just now?"

Shu Yunying shook her head again and replied confidently, "I don't know!"

Still don't know?
Zheng Que was stunned. He had been mentally shocked and that was why he hadn't seen the final state of the "weird" creature. Shu Yunying's cultivation was at the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], so she hadn't seen it either.
Thinking of this, Zheng Que quickly came to his senses. They had been here for quite some time and needed to leave immediately!
These questions can be asked as you go...

So he immediately said, "Let's go!"

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The darkness of night cast a particularly desolate and chilly light upon the undulating red forest.

Amidst the rustling of leaves, a figure in a yellowish-brown dress drifted gracefully along the empty mountain path.

The hem of her skirt rustled as it dragged along.

Soon, it brushed past the stone tablet inscribed with "Danqiu Peak" and gradually disappeared into the intertwined branches and leaves.

The moon shines over a thousand miles, and ghosts wail throughout the mountains.

A chilling, biting wind swept over them, billowing the wide sleeves of the "Painted Skin" costume.

He remained calm and walked briskly along the path, soon stopping in front of a grove of mixed trees.

The aura of that human cultivator disappeared upon reaching this point.

Has the other party entered into another "strange" place?
This Danqiu Peak has a Wanshan Temple...

With this in mind, [Painted Skin] immediately began searching every inch of the surrounding terrain, relying on its familiarity with the terrain.

After some time, it emerged from the forest, parting the flowers and willows, and was immediately confronted by a high wall of yellow mulberry leaves.

A high wall stands in the woods, enclosing a large area of ​​land. Through the top of the wall, one can vaguely see pavilions and towers, lush vegetation, and a solemn atmosphere.

However, since it was night, the gate of Wanshan Temple had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a tall wall in its place.

[Painted Skin] showed no intention of waiting outside the temple. He immediately stepped forward, took out a brush fully dipped in ink, and began to paint directly on the wall of Wanshan Temple.

brush brush...

The sound of the brushstrokes was like silkworms eating leaves. A moment later, a large door with vermilion lacquer and copper nails was painted on the yellowish-brown wall.

This door is majestic and imposing, with a grand and imposing presence. Its details are exquisite and lifelike. At this moment, the door is half-open, revealing a small gap, indicating that it is open.

[Painted Skin] put away the brush, took two steps back, admired his work for a few moments, and then, without further delay, pushed open the half-closed door and went inside.

click, click, click...

The footsteps of "Painted Skin" faded into the distance. A moment later, a procession with music and fanfare arrived at the grove of trees. The lead servant roughly cut down the trees and grass blocking the way, forcibly opening the path to the original location of the main gate of Wanshan Temple.

The ghost bride was still dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe. She sat on a palanquin that looked much more presentable and was carried to the front of the wall. After looking through the veil and seeing the brand-new and magnificent door on the wall, she immediately ordered: "Move the things inside first. After you're done, take this door with you!"

(End of this chapter)