Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 300 Leaving the Temple. (First Update!)

Wanshan Temple

Standing before the screen wall, Lu Maohong's face was ashen, and he held an old bamboo stick in his hand.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped……

He threw the bamboo skewer in his hand several times, but each time it just slipped out of his hand, it would inexplicably reappear.

Not only could the bamboo stick not be shaken off, but the yin energy in the entire Wanshan Temple suddenly became incredibly dense!
The gathering of yin energy was almost tangible, like gray-black cotton wool floating in mid-air, completely covering the entire Taoist temple.

Lu Maohong felt as if he were immersed in a cold pool, the biting cold penetrating him and scraping his flesh and bones like steel knives.

The power that had previously weakened seemed to have returned to its peak all at once!
The exit gate was clearly within reach; it seemed that if they just took a little more steps forward, they could escape to safety.

But those few steps felt like an insurmountable chasm.

Lu Maohong's expression changed drastically; this kind of situation had never happened before!

It must be because that disciple of Xuanyuan Pavilion got into trouble while drawing lots.

Go any further and you might die!
We need to get back to our room quickly.

Thinking of this, Lu Maohong hurriedly changed direction, wanting to return to his guest room.

However, at this very moment, the yin energy that had just become incredibly dense suddenly weakened again, as if a bowstring stretched to its limit had snapped.

Immediately afterwards, the bamboo stick in Lu Maohong's hand also lost much of its yin energy, becoming extremely weak.

He was suspicious, holding the bamboo skewer and looking around, not knowing what was going on.

At that very moment, he saw the cultivators who had just vanished from his sight reappear around him one by one…

These cultivators all looked bewildered and hesitant, seemingly unaware of what had happened.
Seeing this scene, Lu Maohong immediately understood that these cultivators had been bewitched by Wanshan Temple again!
However, something must have happened to the Wanshan Temple; all its influence on the cultivators suddenly lost its effectiveness...

In a flash, Lu Maohong did not hesitate and threw the bamboo skewer in his hand again.

Snapped.

With a soft thud, the bamboo skewer fell to the ground, landing right in the shadow of the corpse puppet pulling the "A" shaped cart.

In the blink of an eye, the bamboo skewer disappeared and never returned to Lu Maohong's fingers.

Seeing this, Lu Maohong breathed a sigh of relief. Without having time to explain to the other cultivators, he immediately ordered, "Go quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already manipulated the corpse puppet to pull the "A" shaped cart and head out.

The other cultivators also came to their senses at this moment, and dared not delay, hurriedly following Lu Maohong and the "A" car.

Soon, Lu Maohong and his group drove the "A" car and hurriedly left Wanshan Temple.

Outside the door, the vegetation was lush and dense, with intertwined branches and leaves so thick that no path could be seen; it was an unfamiliar, desolate wilderness.

As soon as Lu Maohong and his companions stepped out of the gate of Wanshan Temple, they were just beginning to relax when they looked up and saw a group of people dressed in red and green, guarding outside the temple. Their strangely shaped figures, set against the backdrop of lush plants and trees, made them look like mountain spirits and tree demons.

The procession was filled with a heavy, eerie atmosphere. It included nine very familiar carriages, a palanquin placed on the ground in the middle, adorned with large red silk flowers, and several ghostly figures at the very back, each holding a simple musical instrument. Amidst the chill, there was a strange sense of festivity.

It's a ghost welcoming the bride!

Lu Maohong and the others were all cultivators who had cultivated for many years and traveled all over the country. They recognized the origin of this group of ghosts at a glance, and their expressions changed instantly!
Especially upon seeing a familiar, alluring female ghost in the group, holding an abacus and dressed smartly—clearly the proprietress of the Forget-Worry Inn—the surviving cultivators who had experienced the Forget-Worry Inn felt a chill run down their spines. Lu Maohong took a deep breath, reacting first, and immediately ordered in rapid succession, "You all escort the 'A' car away immediately!"

"I will cover your retreat and buy you some time."

As he spoke, he tossed the array plate that controlled the corpse puppets to Wei Yingjuan, who was standing next to him.

Wei Yingjuan took the array plate without hesitation and immediately manipulated the corpse puppet to pull the "A" shaped chariot away quickly.

The other cultivators immediately followed, leaving only Lu Maohong behind, watching the ghost wedding procession in front of him with extreme vigilance.

A mountain breeze swept by, and amidst the pervasive gloom, the only living person with gray hair and beard exuded a tragic and poignant aura.

However, even after Wei Yingjuan and the others escorted the "A" car away, the entire ghost wedding procession just stood there blankly, staring at the scene before them, as if they had been given some kind of order and did not make any move.

Seeing this, Lu Maohong was quite puzzled. Before he could think further, a familiar voice suddenly rang out behind him: "Senior Lu!"

At that moment, Zheng Que, holding a soul-summoning banner, walked out of the gate of Wanshan Temple.

Upon seeing Lu Maohong, he immediately put Shu Yunying and Kulan into his soul-nourishing bag and quickly walked to Lu Maohong's side.

Upon seeing the ghostly wedding procession left behind by the ghost bride, Zheng Que was slightly taken aback. After a quick thought, he pretended not to recognize the procession and hurriedly said to Lu Maohong, "Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Maohong snapped out of his daze. Without a moment to greet Zheng Que, the two immediately fled in one direction…

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A moment later, on an open space at the foot of a cliff.

Lu Maohong and Zheng Que caught up with the "A" car.

The two kept looking back and, seeing that the ghost wedding procession was not chasing after them, they called for everyone to slowly stop and rest for a while.

Only then did Lu Maohong turn to Zheng Que and ask, "Zheng Que, how did you survive?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que shook his head slightly. His narrow escape from death this time involved the death of Chen Zhentao, a disciple of Xuanyuan Pavilion, and he absolutely could not let anyone know about it.

Otherwise, if things really turn out like in the illusion, and people from the Xuanyuan Pavilion come to capture him, he'll be in big trouble!
Zheng Que immediately replied, "Senior Lu, I must have been bewitched just now. I had no idea what happened. When I woke up, I found that it was already daylight, so I quickly escaped."

Upon hearing that Zheng Que had been misled, Lu Maohong nodded without suspecting anything.

Everyone here, including him, who is at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, has been misled by Wan Shan Guan.

Thinking of this, Lu Maohong immediately said, "Last night when I was in the temple, I saw some outside ghosts looting things from Wanshan Temple."

"And just now when we came out, there was a ghost wedding procession outside."

"As expected, this should be a ghost wedding procession attacking Wanshan Temple."

"In this ghostly wedding procession, there's more than one ghost from the [Scissors Hell]!"

"Moreover, I did not see the leader of that group, the Ghost Bride, in that group just now. That Ghost Bride is probably still in the temple, fighting with the abbot of Wanshan Temple."

"Thanks to this, we were able to escape with our lives this time..."

(End of this chapter)