Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 290 Yao. (Second update!)

In a flash, Zheng Que came up with a solution. He picked up Nie Wanrui, who was lying below, and held her in front of him like a shield.

He is still at Wanshan Temple.

The Nie Wanrui he saw before him was probably a reflection of Mu Xiangu in reality.

Mu Xiangu is the peak of the "Scissors Prison" technique, specifically the "Painted Skin" technique. Whether this palm strike is a reflection of reality or a perception within an illusion, the opponent can block it for him!
"mean!"

The graceful figure suddenly shouted angrily, and quickly withdrew the palm she had struck at Zheng Que.

In an instant, everything in front of Zheng Que shattered and fell apart like broken glass, revealing the true scene.

He was still in that old and gloomy guest room in the Crane Resting Hall of Wanshan Temple.

Mu Xian Gu, disheveled, was held tightly in his arms; the ghost bride in her phoenix coronet and wedding gown stood gracefully by the bed.

Zheng Que quickly glanced around, frowned, put down Mu Xian Gu, and said to the ghost bride, "Luo Fu Yu, take me away from here immediately!"

The ghost bride nodded, then with a flick of her wide sleeves, a strong gust of yin wind swept Zheng Que away, carrying him towards the door.

Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery spun around him, and when he looked closely, he found himself outside the Wanshan Temple, standing in a desolate forest.

Not far away, amidst the intertwined branches and leaves, a section of the yellowed courtyard wall was visible – this was Wanshan Temple!
Upon landing, Zheng Que immediately took out clothes from his storage bag and put them on.

As he dressed, he said to the ghost bride, "My summoning banner and ghost servants are still in the temple."

"Please help me send this out as well."

Without saying a word, the ghost bride once again disappeared into the Wanshan Temple.

Soon, a black banner was thrown out from the courtyard wall of Wanshan Temple. Immediately afterward, blood splattered, and the ghost bride, along with Kulan and Shuyunying, quietly slipped out of the gate of Wanshan Temple.

Following the three female ghosts, Mu Xiangu, her skirt fluttering, also strode out of the door.

Seeing this, Zheng Li immediately said, "Let's go!"

After leaving Wanshan Temple, he didn't see Lu Maohong and the others. But once he was out of Wanshan Temple and free from the "laws," the "strangeness" of Wanshan Temple alone shouldn't be enough to hold back these old hands like Lu Maohong...

While pondering, Zheng Que led the numerous female ghosts and quickly disappeared into the distance.

Since the previous two incidents occurred after he went to the prefectural city, he did not choose to go to the prefectural city this time. Instead, he found a relatively safe place to stay in Yaotai Mountain and immediately began to concentrate on cultivation.

As time passed, Zheng Que's cultivation level once again reached the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Feeling the increase in spiritual power within his body, Zheng Que let out a long sigh.

The calamity has not yet occurred; I am still trapped in an illusion!
At that moment, unfamiliar footsteps approached from afar.

He turned his head and saw a slender figure walking gracefully towards him.

The newcomer was slender and graceful, dressed in snow-white clothes, with her hair styled in a "startled swan" bun. A red-gold hairpin adorned her temples, its tassels gently dangling at the corners of her eyes, reflecting the pool of autumn water in her eyes. Her face was veiled in a white veil like smoke and clouds, obscuring her true appearance, with only a faint glimpse of crimson visible.

Her skirt was cut off at the waist, revealing a smooth and slender waist, which was wrapped with several red ropes, from which hung thumb-sized gold bells that tinkled with each step.

The white-robed female cultivator walked slowly to a spot not far from Zheng Que and said, "I am Ji Hanxun, the Holy Maiden of the Blood Lotus Sect. May I ask, fellow Daoist, how do I get to Taiping County?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que immediately realized that if he gave the other party directions at this moment, the subsequent development of events would definitely be the same as the previous two illusions.

He and the Holy Maiden of the Blood Lotus Sect, due to some special circumstances, began cultivating together. Just as he was about to establish a Heavenly Rank Dao Foundation, a life-or-death crisis arose...

Thinking of this, Zheng Que looked at the white-robed, veiled saintess in front of him and coldly asked, "Are you 'Yao'?" Upon hearing this, the unfamiliar saintess did not speak, but simply looked at Zheng Que with her bright eyes.

Zheng Que then added, "As far as I know, the time for drawing lots at Wanshan Temple is from midnight to 3:45 AM."

"When I went to the main hall just now, I found that even though the time for drawing lots had already passed, Chen Zhentao was still inside the main hall."

"At the time, I found it very strange that Chen Zhentao wasn't worried at all about violating the rules of the temple?"

"But now I know."

"Chen Zhentao was probably trapped in an illusion that only he could see, just like I am now."

"No matter how he escapes, no matter how many times he escapes from the main hall, it is all just a mirage he sees while immersed in an illusion."

"In reality, his physical body did not move an inch from head to toe!"

"It wasn't until I appeared that Chen Zhentao finally woke up once..."

"Now that Chen Zhentao is dead, you've become entangled with me, the one who killed him!"

At this point, Zheng Que stared intently into the eyes of the so-called Holy Maiden of the Blood Lotus Sect in front of him, but did not make a move.

After all, the illusion in the Wanshan Temple was just enough to trap a disciple of the Xuanyuan Pavilion who was at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, came from a major sect, and had many trump cards and skills.

His current cultivation level is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Aside from the fact that his ghost servant is quite powerful, he is far inferior to Chen Zhentao in terms of cultivation techniques, spells, cultivation level, and knowledge.

At this moment, the white-clad, veiled saintess in front of them suddenly changed, transforming in the blink of an eye into a nun in black robes, holding a whisk in her hand, her face expressionless, seemingly detached from the world.

Upon seeing this familiar figure, Zheng Que was slightly taken aback. Was it the Master of the Dream Temple?

The next moment, the nun in black robes in front of her slowly spoke, her voice filled with undisguised malice: "It's not that I've become attached to you."

"Instead, you drew a death sentence yourself."

"Wanting to cross the Yellow River, the ice blocks the way; wanting to climb Mount Taihang, the snow covers the mountain."

"This is the worst possible outcome!"

"Judging from the divination, you will face obstacles everywhere you go, and you will not be able to get what you want. Your thoughts and ideas will be blocked by many barriers. You may not even be able to start the foundation building process before you die and your cultivation dissipates."

"Our temple has always been committed to doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and we find joy in helping others."

"Since you're going to die sooner or later anyway, I might as well make arrangements for your funeral in advance."

"Alright, you've lived far too long and wasted a lot of our temple's air. It's time to get going!"

As they spoke, the surrounding scenery changed, and the open wilderness narrowed into a cramped room.

This is still the same guest room in the Crane Resting Hall of Wanshan Temple!
However, Mu Xiangu, who was originally lying on the bed, has now transformed into the appearance of Kulan from the beginning.

The ghost bride who was standing by the bed was nowhere to be seen; only "Yao," who had just spoken to him, remained in place.

As the last word fell, Abbot Yao suddenly attacked, striking Zheng Que with a palm strike.

Without saying a word, Zheng Que quickly picked up the withered orchid from the bed and held it in front of him...

(End of this chapter)