Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Five elements and five thunders, karmic fire and yin wind, white crane and fierce wind.

Suddenly, the mountains were bathed in brilliant light.

All four immediately unleashed their most powerful spells.

Huang Shang's expression suddenly changed.

This situation is far from an ordinary problem.

General Zeng, General Sun, White Crane Boy, plus that Taoist priest from the mortal realm whose body was covered in lightning and whose sexual energy was perfectly balanced.

They surrounded and attacked from all sides, unleashing a barrage of magical attacks.

This was clearly an attempt to beat him to a pulp on the spot.

Huang Shang was filled with shock and anger.

What crime have I committed?

It actually attracted the two generals of Zengsun and Baihe Tongzi to come and kill him personally.

He remembered that he had never offended anyone from the Ksitigarbha Palace.

Could something have gone wrong?

However, now is clearly not the time to consider these things.

The five elements of thunder were already crashing down.

The karmic fire and the yin wind, one positive and one negative, blocked his escape routes to the left and right.

The white cranes and gales swirled outside, like an invisible net, locking up the entire void.

Huang Shang had a sudden thought and retreated several miles.

At the same time, he raised his hand and pushed Lingzhen in front of everyone's spells.

He attempted to use this corpse-dissolving immortal to block the first wave of spells.

Lingzhen's soul was out of control and was propelled forward by that force.

"Ha ha!"

Huang Shang laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the mountains.

"Perfect timing! Today, I will leave you all here!"

His laughter was wild and unrestrained, his image soaring high in the sky, looking incredibly fierce.

The next moment, Huang Shang's figure disappeared into the night sky.

That's right.

He had no intention of engaging in a magical duel at all.

The enemy came with overwhelming force, and each of them possessed profound Taoist skills. Only a madman would stay and fight them head-on.

As long as you escape alive today, you'll have plenty of opportunities for revenge in the future.

Just as everyone's magic was about to overwhelm Lingzhen, Huang Bai's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to summon the Five-Colored Immortal Robe.

Wow!

A shimmering light emanated from her five-colored fairy robe.

Five-colored rays of light descended like clouds, enveloping Lingzhen entirely.

The five thunderbolts, karmic fire, yin wind, and gale struck the light of the immortal robe, only to be repelled by the gentle yet resilient five-colored radiance.

the other side.

Just as Huang Shang's Dharma form vanished into the void, it suddenly collided with a layer of faint light.

boom!

Huang Shang felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall, and his enormous Dharma form was forcefully bounced back.

In the void, a guiding lantern floats eerily.

The lights illuminated the surrounding void patterns in full detail.

It turned out to be the guiding light of the White Crane Boy.

The purpose of a guiding light is not only to track the enemy, but also to trap them.

By this time, Huang Bai and the others had caught up.

The five-colored fairy robes protected Lingzhen.

The two forces, one increasing and one decreasing, will press down from both sides.

A white crane boy carries a lamp to seal off the void.

Huang Shang turned away helplessly, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Suddenly, two pupils appeared in his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a ghostly green light swirled, as if he could see through the illusions of yin and yang.

When he saw the yellow and white Dharma image, his pupils immediately contracted.

Her blood was as red as cinnabar, her bones as white as jade, her skin crystal clear, and her breath pure.

This is a great master who has achieved mastery in both physical and spiritual cultivation, attaining enlightenment in both body and soul.

The fear in Huang Shang's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an uncontrollable greed.

"If we were to swallow this person..."

"I'm afraid I can get rid of my yin nature on the spot, refine my yang nature, and achieve the Yang God Dharma Form."

The moment this thought arose, Huang Shang's heart and mind were filled with excitement.

Fortune favors the bold.

He has been trapped in the Yin-type Dharma Form for far too long.

The Corpse-Dissolving Immortal may seem to have immortality, but since he cannot refine yang energy, he can never truly transcend.

The appearance of Huang Bai is both a great calamity and a great opportunity for him.

Driven by greed, Huang Shang decided to take a gamble.

Thinking of this, Huang Shang's face twitched.

The ten-zhang-tall Dharma form suddenly twisted, and five blue shadows split out from its body.

In the blink of an eye, his ten-zhang-tall Dharma form split into five identical giant figures.

The five forms represent ice, fire, gutting, tongue pulling, and heart ripping out, respectively.

These are the Five Suffering Dharma Images he created using the Five Hells to Achieve Immortality Method.

The five magics flew towards the crowd at the same time.

The tongue-pulling deity opens his mouth wide, from which countless long tongues as hard as refined steel sprout.

The tongue, like a spear and an iron whip, pierced in all directions with a dense barrage.

The abdomen of the patient was split open during the intestinal extraction ritual, from which countless dark blue intestines danced wildly.

The one who dug out the heart stood still in place.

Its arms hung limply, and a black hole was torn open in its chest.

Rings of eerie green light spread out from the black hole, attempting to create illusions and disturb everyone's minds.

The most powerful Dharma form is none other than the blazing fire Dharma form.

The ten-zhang-tall Dharma image immediately attacked Huang Bai.

Flames filled the sky, intensely hot.

A sea of ​​blue and red flames surrounded the yellow and white from all directions.

Amidst the flames, the faint wails of countless souls being burned could be heard.

Huang Shang had thought it through very clearly.

If we can take down Huang and Bai first, there is still a chance for this battle to turn around.

Just as Huang Shang thought Huang Bai was trapped in the sea of ​​fire, a deep dragon roar suddenly came from Huang Bai's sleeve.

He carried a cold dragon within his sleeve, showing no fear of the flames.

In an instant, a storm of thunder swept across the sky.

Rumble!

Five elements of lightning erupted from Huang Bai's palm, like a surging sea of ​​thunder.

At the same time, Leng Long materialized from his sleeve.

Its three-zhang-long dragon body was as white as jade.

The dragon's scales gleamed with a cold light, and it exhaled chilling air from its mouth and nose.

Fire and ice collided.

A large white mist rose from the sky.

On the other side, the other ghosts and spirits were all entangled in a battle with the Dharma Image.

Bang bang bang!

The sounds of clashing spells rang out continuously.

The mountains trembled, and the dark mist dissipated.

"No wonder Fellow Daoist Huang offered ten pills."

General Zeng forced back the Tongue-Pulling Dharma Image with a single halberd strike, and thought to himself.

"This reward is really not easy to earn."

He originally thought this was just dealing with an ordinary evil spirit.

Who knew that such ferocious ghosts and spirits were hidden here.

Huang Shang has been practicing Taoism for over a thousand years, and his cultivation is extremely profound.

Once the Five Sufferings Dharma Appears, ordinary ghosts and spirits would find it difficult to even get close.

Unfortunately, he was not facing a single person at that moment.

boom!

The fiery emanation was the first to be struck by the yellow and white lightning.

Five elements of lightning pierced through the sea of ​​fire, and the cold dragon exhaled a breath of icy air onto the chest of the fiery Dharma image.

The next moment, the fiery Dharma image shattered.

The blue Dharma image was like a shattered porcelain bottle, broken into countless jade-like fragments scattered on the ground.

These fragments did not immediately dissipate after landing.

Instead, it exudes extremely pure Yin energy.

This is the result of Huang Shang's cultivation over a thousand years.

With a flick of his yellow and white sleeves, the scattered jade fragments on the ground instantly transformed into wisps of Yin energy, which he collected.

boom!

The tongue-pulling Dharma image followed closely behind, its skull burned through by General Zeng's karmic fire.

The viscera was also shackled by General Sun and twisted into a wisp of smoke.

The illusion of the Heart-Digging Dharma Image was shattered by the guiding lamp of the White Crane Boy, and a blue gale swept past, tearing it apart on the spot.

The Frost Dharma Form was suppressed by the Mystic True Fire, then swept up by the True Yin Wind, and finally shattered into pieces by a bolt of lightning added by Huang Bai.

The five statues collapsed one after another.

Finally, the White Crane Boy, the Two Generals of Increase and Loss, the two sisters Lingzhen and Lingmiao, and Huang Bai joined forces to attack.

Multicolored magical light instantly covered the entire sky.

Huang Shang looked up at the sky, and for the first time, his enormous Dharma image revealed true despair.

He was on the verge of tears, and couldn't help but roar in anger.

"Despicable! Shameless! Unfair!"

He cultivated for a thousand years, who could have imagined that he would be surrounded and killed by a group of ghosts and gods today?

Upon hearing this, Huang Bai laughed and said, "When you're out in the world, being good at fighting is useless; it all comes down to who has the power."

There are readily available helpers in the spirit world, and one is not short of money to hire helpers.

Why not ask someone to help?

Why fight one-on-one when you can gang up on others?

The moment the words were spoken, a barrage of spells rained down.

boom!

Heaven and earth fell silent.

A huge crater appeared on the spot.

Huang Shang was terrified on the spot.

Only a wisp of his soul remained, which transformed into a blue bead and fell to the bottom of the pit.

The bead is no bigger than a thumb, completely transparent, and has a grayish mist inside.

Within the gray mist, a distorted human face vaguely materialized.

"Is he not quite dead yet?"

Huang Bai stepped forward and picked up the bead.

The transparent pearl trembled slightly, and the human face inside seemed to want to struggle, but was firmly trapped by the pearl's walls.

Huang Bai looked at it for a moment and then temporarily accepted it.

At this moment, the two generals, Zeng and Sun, also put away their Dharma forms and returned to their original appearances.

General Zeng looked at Huang Bai, his laughter much more intimate than when he arrived.

"Now that this matter is settled, Daoist Master, why don't you come and visit my Underworld?"

General Sun glanced at Huang Bai but did not object.

"Alright."

Huang Bai temporarily accepted the bead and followed several generals to the underworld of Ksitigarbha.

The earth was shrouded in mist, and the blood moon cast a sinister shadow.

Along the way, countless lonely ghosts formed long lines.

The ghost messengers, holding chains and tokens, escorted the departed souls to the depths of the underworld.

The group arrived at a golden temple.

The Golden Palace has a solemn and majestic appearance, yet it also has an eerie atmosphere.

Upon entering the hall, the scene changed drastically.

This place is a hidden paradise.

A bluish-green sun hung in the sky.

A long, emerald-green river flows through the cave, its waters flowing slowly, and strange fish occasionally swim beneath its surface.

The strange fish had a human face, dull eyes, and its mouth opened and closed as if it were speaking silently.

Willows sway gently along the riverbank.

A cold wind blew by, and instead of willow leaves, it carried away white talismans.

The white talisman spun gently in the air before falling back onto the branch and transforming back into the shape of a willow leaf.

Huang Bai watched this scene, and his heart stirred slightly.

"Humans use yellow talismans, ghosts use white talismans, and immortals use jade talismans."

It is obvious that the owner of this grotto is a sorcerer from the underworld.

In the pavilion by the stream, with its carved railings and jade steps, a cool breeze blows.

A person is observing the water and eating.

A table of exquisite dishes was laid out in front of him, and he gently picked up a piece of fish with his jade chopsticks.

This person had an unusual appearance; half of his face was gold and the other half was black, and one shoe was black while the other was white.

It felt as if one foot was in the world of the living and the other in the world of the dead.

He wore a black gauze hat, a red official robe, a jade belt, and had a long beard.

Judging solely from his attire and demeanor, he exudes the air of a refined and scholarly official.

The man was looking straight ahead; he wasn't looking at the babbling brook or the elegant bamboo grove.

Instead, it was a large, modern LCD TV, playing a melodramatic urban romance drama.

The male and female protagonists are entangled in a heart-wrenching love story on television.

The female lead cried her heart out, and the male lead reached out to stop her with a pained expression.

The Yin-Yang Master watched intently.

Seeing Huang Bai looking at that person, the White Crane Boy whispered an introduction:

"This is my superior, the Yin-Yang Master, who oversees documents and orders between the underworld and the mortal world, as well as the mobilization of ghosts and spirits."

"The Yin-Yang Master was also a sorcerer in his lifetime."

"Many sorcerers are invited by him to serve in the underworld after their death."

"I see."

Huang Bai looked at this person.

His intuition told him that this spirit called Yin Yang Si Gong was very powerful.

He was a monk in life, and a ghost or deity after death.

He has cultivated for at least a thousand years, and his magical power is unfathomable.

"Master Si!"

The white crane boy stepped forward and bowed.

"We're back, and this time we've brought a guest with us."

Upon hearing this, the Yin-Yang Master finally looked away from the TV series.

He looked up and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the yellow and white.

He immediately put down his jade chopsticks, stood up, and smiled:

"So you are a fellow Daoist from the mortal realm. Your presence here is an honor to my humble abode."

The Yin-Yang Master immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of Huang Bai.

Such cultivation is no longer that of an ordinary mortal monk, but rather that of a founding patriarch who established a sect.

This person is worthy of being personally greeted by him.

Huang Bai returned the greeting with clasped hands, saying, "Not at all, you're too kind, Master Si."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Despite both being cultivators, the two had more to talk about than Huang Bai and other ghosts and gods.

Although the Yin-Yang Master resides in the underworld, he is quite familiar with the affairs of the Taoist sects in the mortal realm.

Huang Bai traveled through various realms, and his knowledge was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

After a few words, the two became much closer.

"This time, the upper realm..."

Huang Bai briefly explained the reason for the matter.

The Yin-Yang Master did not seem surprised after hearing this.

"So it was Huang Shang."

He stroked his five long strands of beard and slowly said:

"This Huang Shang was also a person on the list. During his lifetime, he presided over the Taoist Canon, studied all the Taoist classics, and comprehended the method of corpse liberation."

"Based on his original background, he could be considered a highly accomplished person of his generation."

At this point, the Yin-Yang Master gently shook his head.

"It's a pity that he didn't know how to guard the corpse and cultivate his form. His soul was possessed by evil thoughts, and he ended up like this."

The Corpse Dissection Immortal is a shortcut.

Getting started is easy, but mastering it is difficult.

The physical body is a precious raft for crossing the world, and also the foundation upon which the soul stands in the mortal realm.

After losing the physical body, the soul becomes light and free, and the dazzling colors of the outside world can become a source of inner demons and external tribulations.

If one's mind is even slightly unstable, it is very easy for greed, evil thoughts, and obsessions to take over one's soul.

Huang Chang fell into the demonic path under this very path.

"No wonder..." Huang Bai thought to himself, "No wonder the Heavenly Decree issued an order to exterminate demons."

Huang Shang was originally a Taoist master.

Logically speaking, the imperial edict should not have been issued.

The only possibility is that he has become a demon.

Soon, the Yin-Yang Master summoned the spirits and gods and held a grand banquet.

Ghosts and servants roamed around the waterside pavilion.

On the table were spirit world wines and delicacies from the underworld.

Both sides toasted and drank, and the guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

General Zeng was so happy from drinking that his laughter shook the waterside pavilion.

Although General Sun was a man of few words, he drank a few cups of wine, which was quite unusual for him.

The White Crane Boy sat to one side, looking relaxed.

Lingzhen and Lingmiao stood quietly behind Huang Bai, deeply shocked by what they had seen and heard about the underworld.

During the banquet, the Yin-Yang Master looked at Huang Bai and asked, "Where is Fellow Daoist Huang's immortal mountain?"

Huang Bai put down his wine cup and replied:

"I am a cultivator from the Immortal Kingdom of Penglai."

"Penglai..."

A knowing glint flashed in the eyes of the Yin-Yang Master.

"I never imagined that Penglai really existed. Only a place like Penglai could produce a disciple like you."

The banquet ended.

The ghosts and spirits dispersed.

The Yin-Yang Master was already somewhat drunk.

He had his yellowish-white neck tucked in, half of his golden face bathed in the blue sunlight, while the other half of his black face was hidden in shadow.

"Cultivating the Tao is so difficult."

His voice was much lower than at the banquet, carrying a hint of genuine emotion.

"I also come from a Taoist background."

"Back then, I dreamed of transcending the Three Realms and the Five Elements, and becoming a truly carefree and unrestrained great cultivator."

"pity……"

The Yin-Yang Master smiled, but there was an indescribable sense of melancholy in his smile.

"This is how my life will be."

"I am very pleased that you are still on this path, fellow Daoist. I hope you will guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and soon transcend the Three Realms and be free from the Five Elements."

The Yin-Yang Master's words were filled with regret.

Once you've cultivated yourself to a certain level, fame and fortune will have long since become fleeting clouds.

Whether it's a high position in the underworld or the power of ghosts and gods, it's all just another form of constraint.

Their initial goal was to achieve true freedom and unrestrained joy.

Upon hearing this, Huang Bai's expression became more serious.

He cupped his hands and said, "I understand, senior."

Only those who cultivate the Tao can understand the regret of the Yin-Yang Master.

The fantasy of mortals about cultivating immortality is nothing more than joining the ranks of immortals and continuing to work in the Heavenly Court.

True monks never seek merely to change their place of work.

The great aspiration of a cultivator is to transcend and achieve ultimate freedom.

From then on, they were no longer bound by destiny, nor troubled by life and death.

This is far beyond what is comparable to being listed among the immortals.

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