Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 133 White Crane Boy, Corpse Dissection Gang

"Oh, it's an old friend again."

Huang Bai stood outside the crowd, looking towards the front of the procession of deities.

There was a boy leading the way in front of the Eight Generals.

The boy holds a jade ruyi in one hand, a triangular command flag is stuck behind his back, and a lantern in the other hand. His face is painted with black and white paint, and he walks with a light step, exuding an indescribable solemnity.

Every few steps, the lantern swayed gently.

The dim yellow light, though inconspicuous on the daytime street, seemed to evoke some kind of mysterious inspiration.

If it's not the White Crane Boy, then who is it?

It has been at least a hundred years since the little girl in red left the world.

The white crane boy who gifted him thunder magic back then also provided timely help in a critical moment.

I wonder how he is doing these days?

Thinking of this, Huang Bai stepped out of the crowd and went straight to the front of the procession of gods, blocking the way of the White Crane Boy.

"Don't block the way!"

"Get out of the way, everyone!"

"Sir, please do not disturb the procession!"

Several volunteers wearing vests quickly stepped forward and reached out to try to persuade Huang Bai to move aside.

The onlookers around also turned to look.

The procession of deities is inherently governed by rules.

In particular, when the Eight Generals or spirit mediums are on patrol, it is especially taboo for anyone to block their way in public.

Just as the volunteers were about to approach Huang Bai, the spirit medium of the White Crane Boy suddenly stopped.

He was taken aback at first, and looked somewhat confused.

Soon, the confusion in his eyes gradually faded, and his expression became more determined.

The black and white face paint seemed to come alive suddenly, the lines became lifelike, and there was a kind of spirituality between the eyebrows and eyes that did not belong to ordinary people.

Huang Bai stood still, quietly watching this scene.

In his perception, a mysterious force was descending from an unknown upper realm.

"The Spirit Realm".

Huang Bai seemed to be deep in thought.

This so-called spirit realm should not be a realm created solely by a particular deity.

It's more like an upper world above the lower realm in this series.

This is different from the zombie world, which does not have a true upper realm.

Above that, there are only the dark realms of various schools and sects.

For example, the Maoshan Dharma Realm and the Longhushan Dharma Realm.

This place is different.

A spirit realm governs several lower realms.

Deities reside in the spirit world and bestow their divine power through incense, rituals, and spirit mediums.

This is a more advanced world structure.

The white crane boy reached out his hand and stopped the volunteer who tried to stop him.

An elderly monk nearby changed his expression, seemingly realizing what was going on, and quickly whispered a warning:

"Ah Jie, come here quickly, don't touch anything."

The volunteers were stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped aside.

The old monk was deeply shaken.

This clearly shows that the Crane Boy himself descended to the mortal realm.

Huang Bai joined the rear of the procession of the gods right before everyone's eyes.

Eight families will lead the way.

The gods will patrol the streets.

The procession ended quickly.

The group returned to the temple.

The temple was bustling with worshippers, and the air was filled with the fragrant smoke of sandalwood.

The smoke rose straight up, then swirled slightly between the beams and pillars, vaguely ascending into some unknown void.

Huang Bai stood inside the temple.

The monks stood respectfully around them.

They had already learned from the divination and divine will that this person was also a deity.

This was the first time they had ever seen a living god.

The master of the Dizang Palace stood aside, unable to resist secretly observing Huang Bai.

He felt both respect and fear.

The young Taoist priest in front of them did not appear to have three heads and six arms, nor did he have a blue face and fangs.

That's precisely why it makes people feel even more uneasy.

The fact that gods appear as mortals makes them all the more unfathomable.

Amidst the swirling incense smoke, Huang Bai's mind stirred slightly.

Vast and indistinct, vague and indistinct.

The temple in front of us gradually faded away.

Instead, there is a strange and illusory atmosphere.

In the chaotic, gray-black space, fragrant mist rose like clouds.

Deep within the misty, fragrant fog, stands a house.

The house has a simple and ancient style, with a white lamp hanging in front of the door, and the faint sound of cranes can be heard all around.

Inside the room, a general with a crane's head and a human body sat in a chair.

He was dressed in a white robe, with his wings folded behind him, and a cup of sake beside him.

It was the White Crane Boy.

At this moment, he seemed to be talking to himself.

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Huang Bai has mastered thunder magic?"

"With his talent, he should have mastered Tai Chi Thunder Qi by now."

White Crane Boy has a high opinion of Yellow and White.

When they first met, he felt that this person had a bright future.

It is even possible that they will forge an unprecedented path in the cultivation of both body and mind.

But this path is destined to be arduous.

Just then, a burst of mysterious light suddenly shone from the chaotic, gray-black space.

Purple mist swirled into clouds, and five-colored light shone brilliantly, as if a righteous god had stepped directly into this place.

The White Crane Boy suddenly stood up, his face showing shock.

"Who is this deity who has descended to earth?"

Its aura was bright and vast, even surpassing the rank of this Yin God.

Under the light, a human figure gradually emerged.

With a golden crown and golden eyes, a tall and slender figure, draped in a five-colored feather robe, and a five-colored halo hanging behind her head.

It is mysterious and profound, beyond words.

The moment the White Crane Boy saw who it was, he froze on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist Huang!"

His voice was filled with undisguised shock.

More than ten years have passed since I last saw Huang Bai, and he has cultivated to this level.

"General, it's been a long time."

Huang Bai walked up to the White Crane Boy at some point.

The White Crane Boy stared at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but sigh:

"That's really...unexpected."

Time passes.

The mortal Taoist who sought his guidance on thunder magic back then has now become a being of even higher status.

Even the White Crane Boy was momentarily at a loss as to how to cope with such a change.

His tone unconsciously carried a hint of caution.

"Master Huang Bai, we meet again."

As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if a thick barrier had suddenly appeared between the two of them.

It wasn't that the White Crane Boy intentionally distanced himself; rather, the difference in their social standing was simply a matter of fact.

There is a hierarchy and proper etiquette among deities.

Huang Bai shook his head and chuckled.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be so polite. Please continue to address me as before."

"No matter what we become in the future, our friendship will never change."

The White Crane Boy was a true benefactor to me back then.

His magic has helped Huang Bai overcome countless difficulties.

Even Huang Bai's first copy of the Thunder Technique was a gift from the White Crane Boy.

Huang Bai is not an ungrateful person.

Upon hearing Huang Bai's words, Bai He Tongzi's face finally broke into a smile, and his restraint dissipated.

"it is good."

"OK."

"Come, come, sit down."

"We haven't seen each other for years, so let's drink until we drop today."

The White Crane Boy reached out and flicked his hand.

Suddenly, fine wine and luminous cups appeared on the table in the room.

The wine was clear and shimmered with a faint glow.

The two sat facing each other, drinking wine amidst the hazy, spiritual atmosphere.

The White Crane Boy asked Huang Bai about his experiences over the years.

Huang Bai picked out some things he could talk about, and briefly explained them, focusing only on cultivation and combat.

The more Baihe Tongzi listened, the more alarmed he became.

Unexpectedly, the other party has already slain so many demons and monsters along the way, and has even reached the level of a feathered immortal.

In return, Huang Bai gave Bai He Tong Zi some Seven Treasures Jade Powder Pills.

This elixir contains the power of moonlight, which has a remarkable effect on stabilizing the soul and body.

The White Crane Boy received the elixir, and after only a slight sensation, a look of delight appeared on his face.

Huang Bai is now extremely skilled in alchemy.

The refined elixirs have a very significant effect on both the soul and the physical body.

Perhaps he can use this to break through his current level.

The White Crane Boy solemnly put away the elixir and said:

"Fellow Daoist, what brings you to this realm?"

He knew Huang Bai's style.

This person doesn't show up unless there's a special reason; he generally won't appear on his own initiative.

Huang Bai put down the luminous cup and said:

"To be honest, I came here this time for a Corpse-Dissolving Immortal named Huang Shang."

The White Crane Boy frowned slightly, pondered for a long time, and said, "Huang Shang."

"The Corpse-Dissolving Immortal... I've never heard of this person's name before; perhaps he changed it."

There are many ghosts and gods in the spirit world. Some of them are famous in the human world, but they are called by different names in the upper world. They deliberately hide their origins and do not show their real names.

The White Crane Boy thought for a moment and said:

"How about this, I'll go to the spirit realm and inquire, and then I'll let you know if I find out."

Huang Bai cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

The White Crane Boy waved his hand.

"It's nothing, just a small favor. Your pills have been of great help to me as well."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the two parted ways.

With a thought, Huang Bai left the hazy, spiritual realm.

They returned to the temple in the human world.

Incense is still burning inside the temple.

The monks remained respectfully standing in attendance.

For them, it seems like only a moment has passed.

But in the realm of spirits, Huang Bai and the White Crane Boy drank and talked for a long time.

Huang Bai did not stay long.

They soon left the temple and returned to the streets.

Before I knew it, it was already night outside.

The streets are ablaze with neon lights; the nightlife is just beginning.

This bustling city seems to have absolutely no connection to ghosts, spirits, corpses, or the spirit world.

"Next, it's time to find old acquaintances."

A strange smile played on his yellow and white face.

Xie Yali has been killed by his own explosion.

Of course, her soul will not die as a result.

She will definitely be reborn again to slay the demon and cross the five hells once more.

The path to immortality through corpse dissolution is not so easily severed.

"Huang Huotu... Sheng Zuchang..."

Huang Bai thought of these two people.

Eight years have passed since the last episode.

If Xie Yali was reborn immediately after his death, he would be around seven years old at that time.

Huang Huotu, being a person with a unique destiny, is the executor of the final step in the corpse dissolution process.

No matter how many times Xie Yali is reincarnated, he cannot escape the elements of Huang Huo Tu.

As for Professor Sheng Zuchang, who studies Taoist culture, he may be a member of the Corpse Reincarnation group, because he intentionally or unintentionally guides Huang Huotu each time.

Thinking of this, Huang Bai turned and walked into an alley.

Wow!

The colorful fairy robes unfolded silently and quickly blended into the night.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Huang Bai concealed himself and flew towards Huang Huotu's residence.

……

Ugh!

An old car drives on the road, its headlights illuminating the wet pavement ahead.

Huang Huotu sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

His hair was streaked with white, and his face was weathered.

He's only in his forties, but he looks like a sixty-year-old man.

Her whole body showed the marks left by long-term fatigue and mental tension.

Sitting in the back seat was a well-behaved high school student, Huang Huotu's daughter, Xiaomei.

She sat there quietly, her hands on her knees, her face pale, her eyes vacant, staring out the window without saying a word.

Xiao Mei has not spoken for more than a decade since the kidnapping incident.

The Huang couple spent an unknown amount of money and consulted numerous doctors and educational institutions.

No matter what, she couldn't get her daughter to speak again.

Due to work and family pressures, the couple eventually divorced.

Huang Huotu also had a rough time at the police station.

The pressure from family, career, and daughter was like a mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The car was parked downstairs.

Huang Huotu extinguished the fire, glanced back at his daughter, and tried to lower his voice as much as possible.

"Little sister, we've gotten off the bus. What would you like to eat tonight?"

Xiao Mei didn't say anything, but silently opened the car door and followed behind Huang Huotu.

The hallway lights were dim and yellowish.

Huang Huotu walked ahead, his steps heavy.

Xiao Mei followed behind, always keeping a distance of two or three steps.

Huang Huotu looked exhausted; he had just brought his daughter back from an autism center.

No matter how difficult it is, he will not give up on treatment.

Even though everyone around him advised him to accept reality, he was unwilling to give up.

It is precisely because of this stubborn personality that Huang Huotu repeatedly encounters setbacks in life.

After returning home, the two ate and washed up. Huang Huotu quickly washed up and tidied up Xiaomei's room.

He watched his daughter lie down quietly and turned off the light for her.

"Xiao Mei."

"Good night."

Xiao Mei stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, but did not respond.

Huang Huotu stood at the door for a moment, then gently closed it.

late at night.

Huang Huotu lay on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He was so tired.

After falling asleep, he dreamed again about the Zhenxian Temple case from eight years ago.

In my dream, the air was damp and cold.

The gate of Zhenxian Temple was half open, and the air inside was filled with the smoke of incense. The mottled statues on the wall seemed to be staring at him in the darkness.

At that time, the bureau chief assigned him to follow a young man named Huang Bai.

It was that young man who showed him the incredible scene.

In the dream, the scene shifts.

He returned to the private room of the restaurant where he had stayed years before.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw the young man bathed in golden light.

The other person stood in the light, as if they no longer belonged to this world.

The young man vanished without a trace the next moment.

The police checked all the surveillance footage afterward but couldn't find the person.

It was as if they had vanished from the world into thin air.

Huang Huotu always thought he had forgotten about this matter.

Over the years, that image has appeared in my dreams from time to time.

He dared not tell anyone, because no one would believe him.