Taoist priests in the supernatural world

"Yellow Fire Earth!"

A young man's voice came from the side.

Huang Huotu froze, then abruptly turned his head to look.

In the dimly lit room, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Eight years have passed.

Huang Huotu has aged considerably; half of his hair has turned white, and deep wrinkles have appeared on his face.

The young man before me has hardly changed at all since then.

What chilled Huang Huotu even more was the eerie golden light in Huang Bai's eyes.

The golden light flickered faintly, as if it could penetrate the skin and flesh, shining straight into the depths of one's heart.

Yellow fire and earth react extremely quickly.

Almost the instant he saw the yellow and white, he reached out and touched the headboard.

There was a pistol there.

His fingers had just touched the gun handle.

Wow!

The pistol suddenly slipped from his hand.

It was as if it was being held up by an invisible hand, hovering steadily in front of Huang Bai.

The muzzle was turned around, and the magazine was ejected.

Bullets ejected automatically, clattering as they landed on the floor.

Huang Huotu's pupils suddenly contracted.

This extraordinary sight completely stunned even someone like him who had never believed in ghosts or gods.

He got out of bed, hid in a corner, and said:

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Huang Bai looked at him, smiled, and said, "We meet again, Officer Huang."

He didn't beat around the bush with Huang Huotu, but went straight to the point.

"Do you want your sister to be able to speak again?"

Huang Huotu, who had been tense, disregarded everything else upon hearing this.

He stared intently at Huang Bai and said, "Can you wake my sister up?"

"certainly."

Huang Baidao:

"But before that, you need to find someone for me."

Before he came, he had specifically checked on Xiaomei's condition.

Xiao Mei's condition is not simply a mental illness; she is under a curse.

Xiao Mei can be freed as long as the Xie sisters are killed, or the two women are persuaded to release the curse.

Of course, with Huang Bai's current abilities, he could also break it by force.

But doing so would easily alert the enemy.

Huang Huotu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Who?"

"Sheng Zuchang".

Huang Bai said the name.

Huang Huotu's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Teacher Sheng?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "I know Professor Sheng's address, but you have to agree to one condition."

"We must not hurt Teacher Sheng."

Huang Huotu stared at Huang Bai with a serious expression and said, "He has helped me many times. He is not a bad person."

After listening, Huang Bai simply smiled and said:

"There are many things you don't understand; Teacher Sheng knows everything."

"Do you think he might get involved in these things?"

Huang Huotu instinctively wanted to refute.

Recalling Sheng Zuchang's timely reminders and subtle guidance, she suddenly found herself speechless.

In the end, he didn't insist any further and simply gave an address.

……

late at night.

The bustling city gradually fell silent.

The streets, bustling with traffic during the day, are now only lit by a few scattered lights.

Inside a private residence.

Bright lights.

Inside the study, an incandescent light bulb illuminated the room.

The walls are covered with all sorts of folk props, talismans, ritual bells, command flags, and various unearthed funerary objects.

Some of these items came from temples, others from ancient tombs, and they all had a cold, earthy smell.

The most eye-catching feature is the five ancient paintings hanging on the wall.

The painting depicts five types of hell: ice, fire, tongue-pulling, heart-ripping, and gut-pulling.

Each painting is somber in color, with meticulous brushstrokes, and the faces of the tortured are distorted, as if they are still wailing through the paper.

In the very center hung a strange document.

An elderly man wearing reading glasses was hunched over a desk, carefully studying the list in front of him.

This person was Sheng Zuchang.

The list appears to have come from official channels.

It records each person's name, date of birth, occupation, family background, and some miscellaneous notes.

Sheng Zuchang traced the list with his finger.

He muttered to himself:

"Those who disrespect spirits and gods are unjust, disloyal, unfilial, and inhumane."

Following the clues on the hook above, he gradually sketched out five names.

"That's pretty much it, these five people."

Sheng Zuchang took off his reading glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and sighed deeply.

Time waits for no one.

He looked at the five ancient paintings of hell on the wall, his eyes dark and gloomy.

"Damn Huang Bai, don't let us find you, or you'll be among those who disrespect ghosts and gods."

The original plan was perfect.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Xie Yali only needs to kill five demons and pass through the five hells to achieve immortality through corpse liberation.

Unfortunately, a man named Huang Bai suddenly appeared and disrupted all the plans.

"Yeah?"

A voice suddenly rang out in the study.

Sheng Zuchang's body stiffened.

"Who?"

He looked up sharply.

Suddenly, a mysterious man appeared in the shadows in the corner of the study.

The man's entire face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his true features.

The incandescent light bulbs inside the room were very bright.

The shadows, as if alive, enveloped him completely.

Sheng Zuchang knew that the visitor was up to no good.

On the surface, he did not make any immediate move, but secretly he reached into his pocket, where he had hidden the Five-Ingredient Powder he had prepared in advance.

The mysterious man slowly emerged from the shadows.

The light illuminated his face.

The moment Sheng Zuchang saw who it was, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Yellow and white!

Wow!

Sheng Zuchang did not hesitate for a moment.

He made a lightning-fast move, flicking his finger.

A fine powder flew towards the yellow and white face.

The powder disperses upon contact with air, almost instantly covering the yellowish-white mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Sheng Zuchang relaxed slightly.

Wuzhi Dan contains strong hallucinogenic properties.

Those who inhale the powder will be trapped in an endless illusion.

He eventually suffered a mental breakdown and died deep within the illusion.

Something unexpected happened, and Huang Bai took a deep breath.

"The potency of the medicine is so-so, much weaker than what I concocted."

"Let me show you mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Bai raised his hand and waved.

Wow!

A cloud of powder spurted out.

"What?" This was the first time Sheng Zuchang had encountered such a situation. He didn't even have a chance to retreat before he was enveloped in powder.

In an instant, the scene before his eyes changed drastically.

Sometimes, standing in the freezing snow, one's skin and flesh are cracked inch by inch by the cold wind.

At other times, he falls into a fiery hell and watches as his heart is ripped out.

Countless illusions layered upon each other, each scene terrifyingly real.

When Sheng Zuchang finally came to his senses, he collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

It took me a while to come to my senses.

Huang Bai stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Sheng Zuchang struggled to raise his head, his voice trembling, and asked, "Just who are you?"

He was a folklore expert and a member of the Corpse-to-Immortals gang, so he naturally understood what that move meant.

Perhaps only Lingzhen, the twin sister who has already become an immortal, has the ability to deal with this person.

Huang Bai sat in the chair and said, "I am also a Corpse-Dissolving Immortal."

Having said that, he raised his hand and unleashed a beam of blue light.

The blue light fell on Sheng Zuchang.

Sheng Zuchang's depleted and chaotic energy and spirit have finally recovered somewhat.

This was the result of Huang and Bai stopping their actions.

Otherwise, in that instant, he could have killed Sheng Zuchang in the endless illusion.

Sheng Zuchang struggled to sit up, and his attitude immediately became respectful.

"What brings you here, esteemed deity?"

Since we can't fight back, we might as well deal with it carefully.

Huang Baidao:

"Take me to your headquarters."

Sheng Zuchang remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Okay, I can take you there."

"But it's not open yet; you'll have to wait until morning."

Huang Bai said, "Okay."

Next, Huang Bai stayed in the study and casually browsed through the books collected by Sheng Zuchang.

Sheng Zuchang sat to the side, outwardly respectful, but inwardly he was constantly scheming.

Huang Bai opened an old book; the pages were yellowed and the handwriting was ancient.

"Those who achieve immortality through corpse liberation are lower-ranking immortals, and this is a shortcut to the path of cultivation."

"Celestial beings ascend to the heavens in physical form; only those of great virtue can hope to achieve this."

"Immortals roam famous mountains; only those with profound skills can reach them."

"Only the path of corpse liberation does not require perfect physical and spiritual perfection, but involves feigning death to shed the body, entering the Taiyin realm to refine the essence, and traversing the netherworld to be reborn."

Huang Bai's gaze fell on one of the sentences.

"Entering the Taiyin realm to refine one's essence, traversing the netherworld to be reborn."

This statement reveals the true nature of the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal.

The so-called "corpse dissolution" is not simply faking death and escaping.

He then used the image of death to enter the dark underworld and reforge his physical form.

While Huang Bai was engrossed in watching, Sheng Zuchang quietly took out his phone and quickly sent a text message.

"The yellow and white colors have appeared."

……

Taipei's bustling urban area.

A high-rise building with a strong sense of technology stands tall in the night.

The exterior walls of the high-rise buildings are all made of glass curtain walls.

Four large characters hang on the roof: "Transformation into Life".

This is a pharmaceutical company that has gained fame in recent years. Its newly developed aphrodisiac has brought the company huge revenue.

During the day, this is a legitimate pharmaceutical company.

In the darkness, beneath this tall building lies a vast, unknown space.

Deep underground, there stands a classical and gloomy Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is completely out of place with the modern architectural style.

Blue bricks and black tiles, vermilion gate, and red lanterns hanging in front of the gate.

Inside the Taoist temple, a group of people dressed in Taoist robes sat cross-legged on the ground, with a bronze sword lying across their knees.

There were approximately forty-nine people.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was dressed in a magnificent Taoist robe, wore glasses, and had a cold expression.

This person is Li Hua, the founder of the Feathered Life technique and the abbot of this secret Taoist temple.

An open stone coffin is placed in the center of the Taoist temple.

The stone coffin is decorated with paintings depicting winged figures ascending to heaven and the gates of heaven opening wide. In the center lies a seven-year-old girl.

The girl's face was pale and her eyes were closed.

Her name is Lingmiao, the reincarnation of Xie Yali, and the daughter of Li Hua, the chairman of Yuhua Life.

Since his daughter displayed her mysterious abilities, Li Hua has joined the Corpse Dissection Gang.

He believed that his daughter was destined to transcend death and become an immortal, and that once she became an immortal, she could lead him to eternal life.

Li Hua walked to the incense burner and lit the incense.

"Master Sheng Zuchang reports that Huang Bai, the man who disrespected the gods back then, has appeared and is rushing towards the Taoist temple. We ask the immortals to make a judgment."

Wisps of smoke rose straight into the vast emptiness.

The mystery remains unknown.

In a chaotic space, cigarette smoke filled the air, and ashes floated and sank.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by.

A figure emerged from the eerie green smoke.

The woman was dressed in a crimson Taoist robe and had a pale face.

Most strangely, she had two pupils in each eye. Her double pupils were cold and menacing, as if they could pierce through the yin and yang.

"Huang Bai...you've come at the perfect time! I'm going to extract your soul and torment you for a hundred years!"

Lingzhen Daoist roared to the sky, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

With that, she swooped down.

She planned to descend to the mortal realm herself and meet this mysterious man who had disappeared eight years ago.

In Lingzhen Daoist's eyes, Huang Bai was just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, but he had some supernatural abilities.

If we can capture this person's soul and use it to find out how they mysteriously disappeared, we might even be able to learn the ultimate technique of descending to the mortal realm at will.

Thinking of this, Daoist Lingzhen immediately gave the order.

"No matter what happens, take this person down, life or death!"

Anyway, all she needs is the yellow and white soul.

The sound traveled along with the incense and reached Li Hua's ears below.

Li Hua immediately bowed in respect.

"yes!"

He raised his head and looked at the forty-nine swordsmen in the Taoist temple.

"Open the sword."

Forty-nine people simultaneously reached out and pressed down on the bronze sword.

The powder from the five-ingredient herb, imbued with a chilling magical power, began to spread throughout the Taoist temple.

Just then, the whirring sound of a mechanism turning suddenly came from above.

Whoosh!

The elevator doors were open.

Huang Bai and Sheng Zuchang walked out side by side.

The moment the two appeared, they were met with everyone's gaze.

Inside the Taoist temple, forty-nine Taoist priests all looked up.

Li Hua's eyes turned cold.

"kill!"

He smeared his fingertip on the longsword, and the blood smeared the blade, instantly giving the sword a divine power that could cut through iron like mud.

"kill!"

Forty-nine swordsmen rose in unison, drew their swords, and charged forward.

At the same time, gunmen who had been lying in ambush on the high platform opened fire.

The submachine guns spat fire, and a barrage of bullets rained down.

Upon seeing this, Sheng Zuchang immediately rolled to the side, hid behind a stone pillar, and laughed heartily.

"Like a turtle in a jar! Their death is imminent!"

In an unknown space.

Lingzhen Daoist coldly observed the scene below through the incense smoke.

Li Hua possessed divine power bestowed upon her, was protected by spears, and had forty-nine consecrated bronze swords.

This time, Huang and Bai have no chance of escape.

Having learned from his previous experience, Master Lingzhen made extremely strict security arrangements.

No matter what strange methods Huang Bai uses, it's impossible for him to leave unscathed.

Just then, Huang Bai moved.

He raised his finger and drew a line in the air.

One after another, celestial script and cloud-like characters appeared in mid-air.

The runes resembled unfolding clouds or birds spreading their wings.

The next moment, the cloud-like characters transformed into two three-meter-long fire dragons.

Roar!

The fire dragon roared, its red light blazing, and a wave of scorching heat instantly swept across the Taoist temple.

Two fire dragons, one on the left and one on the right, circled once.

The swordsmen who rushed up didn't even have time to get close to Huang Bai before they were engulfed by the flames.

The bronze swords clattered and fell to the ground.

The bullets raining down from above all struck the colorful fairy robes that appeared on the yellow and white body.

Each bullet seemed to crash into an impenetrable wall before finally clattering to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse-dissecting gang suffered heavy casualties.

The firelight illuminated the entire underground Taoist temple.

Huang Bai stood in the center of the flames, looking relaxed and carefree, as if he had just swept away a few insects with a wave of his hand.

He slowly raised his head and looked into the void.

The dazzling golden eyes met the terrified gaze of the Taoist Lingzhen.

Lingzhen Daoist's expression changed drastically.

"Who...who are you? What is your purpose?"

Such divine power terrified her, leaving her speechless.

This is hardly an ordinary person who can't even kill a chicken.

This is clearly a deity who has already attained enlightenment!

Huang Bai looked at her and smiled.

"Returning home in glory, just to catch up with old friends."

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