Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 293 Seeking Life and Death. (First Update!)

Wanshan Temple

Crane Rest Hall, guest room.

The room was dimly lit, the objects were old, and dust swirled everywhere.

The nun in black robes acted swiftly, and seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Zheng Que immediately picked up the withered orchid on the bed and used it as a shield in front of him.

boom! !

In an instant, everything around them shattered and fell apart once again, like a broken mirror.

Zheng Que was slightly dazed and found that the figure of the nun in black robes had disappeared. The withered orchid that he had grabbed and used to block his way had transformed into the disheveled Mu Xian Gu. At this moment, this "painted skin" was looking at him with a resistant expression, her clothes wide open and her hair slightly disheveled. The ghost bride in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown stood by the bed, and he felt as if he had returned to reality once again.

Next, he walked out of the viewpoint again and again, only to return to the starting point each time.

In each illusion, he was able to cultivate to the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Each time he reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, he would encounter a female cultivator who could help him establish a Heavenly Foundation.

It started with the regent princess of the imperial court, then it was Nie Wanrui of Xuanyuan Pavilion, then it was Ji Hanxun, the saintess of the Blood Lotus Sect, and then it became Shangguan Pianxue, the number one fairy of the Sea of ​​Resentment...

Every female cultivator was exceptionally beautiful and highly skilled. Regardless of their status or position, they would all fall in love with Zheng Que at first sight due to various unforeseen circumstances, and the two would quickly become mutually in love...

Every crisis occurred when he encountered these female cultivators and was preparing to reach the Heavenly Rank Foundation Establishment.

These patterns gradually made Zheng Que realize the crux of the problem.

The female cultivators he encountered corresponded to "marriage."

The Heavenly Foundation Establishment corresponds to the "Path of the Dao".

The final crisis corresponds to "life and death"!
These are the three opportunities that occurred at Wanshan Temple.

However, the first two have been pieced together to form his "law".

He hadn't even gotten his final "life or death" yet, so why did he appear in the illusion?

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately realized that he couldn't keep running outside Wanshan Temple; he had to go to the main hall to take a look!

Go to the main hall and draw the last "life or death" fortune stick!

So, after returning to the starting point in the illusion once again, Zheng Que immediately got out of bed. As before, he first retrieved his Soul-Summoning Banner, and then searched the temple again, finding Linghu Yuniang. He then had Niannu in the Soul-Summoning Banner cast the [Invasion] spell on her.

After completing this step, he took Linghu Yuniang, who was possessed by Niannu, to the main hall.

The Taoist temple was quiet and peaceful at this moment, with its majestic main hall exuding an invisible majesty and solemnity.

Beneath the eaves, two lotus-shaped purple copper rain chains swayed slowly, emitting a faint metallic sound.

Standing outside the palace gate, Zheng Que quickly surveyed his surroundings and, finding nothing amiss, stepped forward without further hesitation. He pushed open the half-closed door and strode inside.

Everything inside the hall remained the same. In the shrine directly opposite the hall entrance sat a majestic figure adorned with twelve tassels, with an offering table beneath him.

A smooth, murky yellow divination stick container sits quietly on the offering table.

The lotus-shaped prayer cushion below was empty, and the surroundings were dark and gloomy. The candles on the shelves on both sides flickered, only roughly illuminating the outline of the hall. The entire hall was filled with a tranquil atmosphere and the scent of incense, but not a single person could be seen.

As soon as Zheng Que entered, he saw the divination sticks on the offering table in front of him.

He took a deep breath. Even now, he still couldn't be sure if what he was seeing this time was still an illusion.
However, even if it's an illusion, many aspects of it still require a reflection of reality. For example, the female cultivator with whom he forms a "fate" in the illusion is a reflection of Mu Xian Gu in reality...

He's come to the main hall to draw lots. If he can get the best lot that corresponds to "life and death," regardless of whether it's an illusion or not, he should be able to find some clues...

Thinking of this, Zheng Que walked step by step to the divination tube and pointed his finger toward the nearest bamboo stick in the tube.

The next moment, he felt a sharp chill pour down from the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end. It seemed as if a huge shadow was looming over him.

The death warning had just appeared when Zheng Que immediately removed his finger, but a slight sense of relief settled in his heart.

The instinct for death worked, which at least proves that the bamboo sticks in this divination box are real!

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and immediately tried all the bamboo skewers, quickly finding the last one that posed no danger.

According to the rules of Wanshan Temple, each person can only draw one fortune stick.

Just in case, Zheng Que did not draw the bamboo stick himself, but turned to Linghu Yuniang beside him and said, "Niannu, you help me draw this stick."

"When drawing lots, you must state that you are here to draw lots, and that you are asking about 'life and death'!"

"After you draw this lot, give it to me."

He didn't know the specific rules and taboos of drawing lots here, but when he first entered the main hall, Chen Zhentao had him draw lots and then hand over the very auspicious lot he drew... In this way, he was trying to seize an opportunity that did not belong to him.

He has already drawn a fortune stick once, and to prevent any accidents, he used the same method as that disciple of Xuanyuan Pavilion.

However, the one whose opportunity was stolen is now Linghu Yuniang, while he is the one who stole the opportunity.

At this moment, Linghu Yuniang nodded without hesitation, and said in Niannu's voice, "Yes, sir."

Immediately afterward, the body, following Zheng Que's instructions, raised its voice slightly and said, "I want to draw a lot, I want to know 'life or death'!"

As she spoke, Linghu Yuniang immediately reached out and swiftly grabbed the bamboo stick that Zheng Que had pointed to.

brush!
The next moment, Linghu Yuniang pulled out the old-fashioned bamboo stick.

Linghu Yuniang glanced at the fortune slip and immediately said, "My lord, the fortune slip reads, 'The sea presses down on the bamboo branches, which then rise again; the wind blows through the mountain corner, which then becomes bright again.'"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que nodded. The fortune slips, which were considered extremely auspicious, all sounded quite good.

Without hesitation, he quickly said, "Give me this one."

Under Niannu's control, Linghu Yuniang handed over the best fortune slip without hesitation.

Zheng Que reached out to take it, but just as the bamboo skewer was about to be in his hand, he suddenly realized that something was wrong...

Although Niannu could communicate with him, she spoke in a ghost language.

The other party probably can't understand human writing!

Then how did he read the inscription on this bamboo stick just now?!
Zheng Que was startled, but his fingertips were already about to touch the bamboo skewer that the other party was handing over.

In an instant, the chilling feeling of shadows looming overhead and the coldness pouring down like ice surged and raged like a tsunami.

This is the breath of death!
Zheng Que hurriedly tried to stop, but immediately saw that Linghu Yuniang's originally respectful face suddenly revealed a malicious smile, and the bamboo stick she handed over had the following words on it: "Wanting to cross the Yellow River, the ice blocks the river; wanting to climb Taihang, the snow covers the mountain."

This is the worst possible draw!

(End of this chapter)