Taoist priests in the supernatural world

After the banquet, the Yin-Yang Master returned to his usual calm.

His slightly tipsy and emotional state at the banquet just now seemed to be only a brief moment.

He sat back down in the waterside pavilion, his half-gold, half-black face appearing exceptionally serene in the blue sunlight.

The wine glasses on the table have been removed.

The white talismans on the shore swayed gently in the wind like willow leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

Huang Bai rose and bowed to the assembled ghosts and gods.

"Lord Si, esteemed generals."

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time for me to descend to the mortal realm."

"I look forward to meeting you all again another day."

After saying this, he prepared to take the two girls, Lingzhen and Lingmiao, down to the mortal realm.

Lingzhen and Lingmiao stood behind Huang Bai.

One was dressed in a cold, aloof blue robe, the other in a bright, vibrant red one.

Although the two had already attained the Dharma form and had personally witnessed the ghosts and gods of the underworld, they still dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous while standing in this Dharma realm of Ksitigarbha.

The Yin-Yang Master glanced at the two women and suddenly seemed to be deep in thought.

"Since you two Corpse-Dissolving Immortals have nothing better to do, why don't you come and take up a post in my Underworld?"

Huang Bai paused slightly in his steps.

The Yin-Yang Master stroked his five long strands of beard and said:

"I have two positions here: the Day Patrol God and the Night Patrol God, who are specifically responsible for dealing with ghosts, gods, demons, and monsters that descend to the mortal realm without permission."

"Normally, you don't need to stay in the underworld for long; you can stay in the mortal realm."

"If you agree, fellow Daoist, the two Corpse-Dissolving Immortals can be listed in the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pantheon and enjoy the incense offerings of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lineage."

At this point, the Yin-Yang Master turned his gaze to Huang Bai.

He knew that Lingzhen and Lingmiao were Huang Bai's subordinates, and Huang Bai would decide whether the two women stayed or left.

If Huang Bai disagrees, they naturally won't agree on their own.

"A temporary post at the Ksitigarbha Palace...?"

A thoughtful look appeared in Huang Bai's eyes.

The underworld ruled by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not an ordinary sect.

It is more like a vast institution that manages the order of the underworld.

Some sects in the mortal realm can also send their members to serve as temporary officials.

On the one hand, it grants them power in the underworld, making it easier to deal with matters concerning ghosts, gods, and demons.

On the other hand, one can also enjoy the incense offerings from the underworld and increase one's spiritual cultivation through this.

This is a win-win situation.

If the Tiandao Temple lineage wants to grow stronger, it will inevitably have to send its members to participate in various organizations and forces in the future.

Moreover, the incense of the Ksitigarbha Temple is spread throughout many parts of the world.

For Lingzhen and Lingmiao, taking up a post in the underworld was entirely beneficial.

It can both solidify its Dharma image by borrowing the incense offerings of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and gain a layer of identity protection within the underworld system.

Thinking of this, Huang Bai bowed to the Yin-Yang Master in thanks.

"In that case, I'll trouble you to take care of my two men, sir."

The Yin-Yang Master smiled.

"It was just a small favor."

"The positions of the two day and night patrol gods were originally set up to inspect the mortal realm and apprehend escaped ghosts and gods."

"The two sisters, one representing Yin and the other Yang, are a perfect match."

Having said that, the Yin-Yang Master flipped his wrist.

A judge's pen appeared in his palm.

The judge's pen was entirely black, with its tip gleaming with a faint white light.

The Yin-Yang Master raised his hand and made a series of strokes in the air.

Wherever the brushstrokes passed, yin energy condensed, transforming into strange characters.

Soon, the two documents materialized in mid-air.

The document is written in an extremely strange script.

The characters are distorted, resembling talismans or seal script, carrying a cold and ancient aura.

Huang Bai glanced at it and realized he couldn't understand it.

This surprised him somewhat.

"What kind of script is this?"

The Yin-Yang Master explained:

"This is the Ghost Script, also known as the Ghost Book, which is a talismanic script used exclusively by ghosts and deities."

After speaking, the Yin-Yang Master extended his right hand and opened his palm.

A ball of eerie green light appeared in his palm.

Huang Bai stretched out his finger and gently touched it.

The next moment, knowledge about the Tianwen instantly flashed into my mind.

What initially appeared to be a distorted and chaotic script suddenly became regular in his eyes.

Looking at the two documents again, their meaning became clearer.

The gist of the two documents is that the sisters Lingzhen and Lingmiao were appointed as day and night patrol gods of the Ksitigarbha Palace.

The two enjoy the worship and divine status of all realms, have free access to the spirit world and the underworld, and have the power to patrol the mortal realm and capture escaped ghosts, gods, demons and monsters.

After Huang Bai finished reading, his gaze turned to the two sisters.

"You will first familiarize yourselves with your duties in the spirit world. The Twin Immortals Temple and the Heavenly Dao Tablet in the mortal realm will also be entrusted to your care."

Lingzhen and Lingmiao bowed and obeyed the command.

"yes!"

The two women spoke respectfully.

The Yin-Yang Master picked up his brush and made a mark.

The two documents transformed into two beams of light, one blue and one red, and entered the souls of Lingzhen and Lingmiao.

The two exuded a subtle air of authority befitting their status as underworld officials.

Huang Bai arrived in front of the formation.

Above the formation, a faint light flowed, leading to the mortal realm.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Huang Bai's figure slowly faded and finally disappeared from this world.

The mortal realm.

An office inside the technology building.

The bright incandescent light cast a cool glow on the desktop.

No one would have guessed that just moments before, Huang Bai was in the realm of Ksitigarbha, drinking and discussing philosophy with the spirits and deities of the underworld.

Huang Bai stood in front of the desk and placed the bead containing Huang Shang's soul on the table.

The inside of the bead was filled with a hazy, gray mist, which vaguely condensed into the face of an old man.

A moment later, an aged voice came from inside the bead.

"Why……"

"A thousand years of cultivation, all for naught at the last moment."

"Huh? You've regained your senses?"

As he spoke, he silently opened his third eye between his eyebrows.

In Huang Bai's eyes, the thoughts of Huang Shang's remnant soul had clearly emerged.

"Why."

Huang Shang's voice was filled with complexity and exhaustion.

"Thanks to Your Excellency for breaking through my demonic form, this old man's true self has finally been able to see the light again."

Under the illumination of Huang Baitian's eyes, Huang Shang remained calm, and his words were entirely truthful.

Normally, Huang Bai might have suspected that Huang Shang was up to something.

After all, this person used the Corpse Dissection inheritance as a net to devour the younger generation of Corpse Dissection Immortals, and his mind had long since fallen into the demonic path.

Now that he has the ability to discern people's true intentions, he is no longer afraid of being deceived.

At this moment, Huang Shang truly only had a wisp of his true self left.

The remaining fragment of his soul was actually much clearer than before.

Huang Bai pondered for a moment and asked:

"Do you still have a chance to start your cultivation anew?"

Huang Shang was silent for a moment, then said:

"Yes, this wisp of remnant soul is the true self. Although all cultivation has been lost, the memories remain. If it can be reborn into the world, there is a chance to start over."

He seemed to have just woken up from a long, thousand-year dream.

The dream contains the obsession with becoming an immortal, the greed of demons, and the corpse of an immortal being devoured.

Now that only a wisp of a soul remains, it can see things more clearly.

"Fine." Huang Bai nodded. "I'll give you a chance."

After saying that, Huang Bai took out a golden sandalwood incense stick.

This incense stick is golden yellow all over, with delicate textures and a faint ancient fragrance.

This is a fragrance that transcends boundaries.

It can transport a person across boundaries to another world they have previously visited.

As the head of the Heavenly Path Temple, Huang Bai can accompany him to that world for three days.

This incense was used on Ying Zheng before, who is currently still reigning supreme in the mummy world.

Huang Bai held the golden sandalwood between his fingers and looked at the remnant soul within the bead.

"However, having received this incense, you must become my disciple."

What do you think?

At the same time, Huang Bai was also pondering the matter of the Heavenly Decree.

The Heavenly Decree's mission is to eliminate Huang Chang.

Now that Huang Shang's demonic body is dead, his Dharma form has been destroyed, and his true spirit has disappeared from this world.

In a sense, could this be considered as eliminating Huang Shang?

Huang Shang did not hesitate at all.

"I agree, and I beg the immortal to grant my request."

Huang Shang didn't feel any psychological burden about becoming Huang Bai's subordinate.

The opponent possesses profound magical abilities, is highly skilled in Taoism, and has the ability to see into people's minds through divine insight, as well as the assistance of underworld spirits and deities.

It is not shameful to be someone's subordinate.

Moreover, he is now nothing more than a remnant soul.

Without Huang Bai's help, let alone rebuilding, even self-preservation would be difficult.

"it is good."

Huang Bai sensed Huang Shang's true emotions and immediately lit the incense.

A flash of fire.

Wisps of smoke rose straight into the sky.

After the smoke rose, a portal slowly opened in the void.

The figure of Huang Bai holding the bead gradually faded and disappeared from this world.

The next moment, he traveled to the worlds of "Myth" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Mount Tai.

The Dharma realm above.

In the vast emptiness, there stands a celestial kingdom.

The celestial kingdom hangs high in the sky, seemingly both real and illusory.

The houses are arranged in the shape of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), with layers surrounding each other, subtly corresponding to the celestial and terrestrial orientations.

The ground was covered with Pangu corpse moss, which was a dark green like jade. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if it was still breathing slowly.

The people of Penglai Immortal Kingdom call this substance "elixir of immortality".

By taking the elixir, one can enjoy three hundred years of lifespan in the immortal realm.

At the center of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) is a Fusang (Hibiscus) tree.

The hibiscus tree's branches and leaves are outstretched, with a faint golden light flowing through them.

Beside the tree stood a golden palace bathed in thunder and fire.

Thunder swirled around the palace, and firelight flowed between the pillars.

Zhang Jiao, his entire body enveloped in lightning, sat cross-legged in front of the palace.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless, his body shimmering with lightning, as if he had merged with the aura of this immortal kingdom.

Standing in front of him was an elderly man with white hair.

This person was none other than Zuo Ci.

Zuo Ci looked helpless and said with a wry smile:

"My lifespan is nearing its end; I will trouble you, fellow Daoist."

Zhang Jiao opened his eyes.

A flash of lightning disappeared deep within his pupils.

"Of course."

He raised his hand.

The surrounding moss began to slowly wriggle, emitting wisps of pure and ethereal energy.

The pure spiritual energy flowed into Zhang Jiao's palm, condensing into a dark green pill amidst the lightning.

Zuo Ci looked at the Corpse Moss Elixir with a complex expression.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

Zhang Jiao handed over the pill.

Zuo Ci took the Corpse Moss Elixir, took a deep breath, and then tilted his head back to swallow it.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The moment the pill entered his stomach, the corpse moss began to spread rapidly throughout his body.

Dense, emerald-green patterns appeared on Zuo Ci's body.

The lines, like a spider web, spread from the chest, neck, arms, and cheeks.

His skin, bones, and meridians all seemed to have been reshaped by some ancient force.

"Ugh..."

Zuo Ci was drenched in sweat and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

This feeling is not pleasant.

Although the Corpse Moss Elixir can prolong life, it is not an ordinary elixir.

It's like using another method to bind people's lives to the Penglai Immortal Kingdom.

"Keep a close watch on your spirit."

Zhang Jiao gave a soft shout.

The words struck Zuo Ci like a thunderbolt, instantly jolting him awake from his pain.

Zuo Ci gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to guard his mind.

After a long while, the lines on his body gradually merged into himself.

After the emerald green patterns disappeared, Zuo Ci's previously aged and depleted aura stabilized again.

Thus, Zuo Ci became a terrestrial immortal in the Penglai Immortal Kingdom.

Zhang Jiao smiled slightly.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on enjoying three hundred years of immortality. After three hundred years, if your soul and spirit are unimpeded, you will be able to reincarnate in the mortal realm."

Xu Fu left behind a method for reincarnation.

According to the theory of three reincarnations through possession, the earth immortals of Penglai Immortal Kingdom have a lifespan of at least nine hundred years.

Of course, this is extremely difficult.

If one's spirit is even slightly unstable, one will be blinded by the mystery of the womb, and may even fail to reincarnate, becoming completely lost.

Only someone like Zhang Jiao, who was baptized by lightning and whose soul was so powerful that he ascended to heaven in broad daylight, could be reincarnated three times and have a lifespan of nearly a thousand years.

Zuo Ci let out a long breath, feeling the life force within his body stabilize again, and his expression became more emotional.

The two wanted to say something more.

Suddenly, the void rippled.

In an instant, all the earth immortals of Penglai Immortal Kingdom turned to look at the void.

Song Wuji, Gao Yao, Zheng Bao'er, and others all looked up.

For a moment, the entire immortal kingdom's energy level tensed slightly.

Zhang Jiao looked even more wary.

He was afraid that something unexpected might happen again.

After all, this Penglai Immortal Kingdom has encountered too many changes along the way.

The next moment, a figure appeared from the void.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhang Jiao's wariness instantly turned into surprise.

He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Your Highness! You're back?"

Who else could this person be but Huang Tian, ​​the Eastern King Duke of Penglai Immortal Kingdom?

Compared to decades ago, Huang Bai's cultivation level seems to have increased considerably.

He was dressed in a five-colored fairy robe, and his aura was as pure as clouds.

There was a faint crack between his eyebrows, from which a mysterious light flowed.

Huang Bai looked at the people in front of him and nodded slightly.

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

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

The immortals of Penglai all bowed in unison.

Most people are still the same as they were back then.

Song Wuji, Gao Yao, Zheng Bao'er, and others have recovered completely from their wooden puppet state.

Clearly, over the years in the Penglai Immortal Kingdom, they have gradually adapted to their current state.

Huang and Bai didn't exchange pleasantries for long.

He has other important matters to attend to when he descends to the mortal realm.

"I have another matter to attend to upon my return."

Huang Bai took out the dark green bead and said to Zhang Jiao:

"There is a wisp of a remnant soul inside. Arrange for people to find someone with a suitable destiny to help them reincarnate."

Zhang Jiao looked at the dark green bead.

"yes!"

Zhang Jiao immediately agreed.

Three days later.

The mortal realm.

boom!

Thunder ripped through the night sky.

In an instant, the world was as bright as day, and the earth was a ghastly white.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began.

A fierce wind howled, causing the trees in the courtyard to sway violently.

Raindrops pounded on the tiles, making a dense, drum-like sound.

"ah!!!"

One house was brightly lit.

A woman's painful screams came from inside.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man paced anxiously.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

The woman screaming inside the house was his wife, who was about to give birth.

The delivery room door was tightly closed.

The midwife's urgent voice could be heard coming from inside.

The maids carried hot water in and out, and everyone had a tense look on their faces.

"Sir, please take a rest."

One of the servants couldn't help but reassure her, "Madam will be alright."

The middle-aged man couldn't sit still any longer and could only let out a deep sigh.

"Why……"

The Huang family has had only one son per generation for three generations.

He was old and childless, and after much anticipation, he finally had this child, thinking it was a blessing from heaven.

I had specifically consulted the most famous doctor beforehand, and the doctor said that the fetus was unstable and there was a risk of difficult labor.

The lady has been in labor for two hours now, and judging from the sounds coming from inside, she is probably having a difficult childbirth.

The middle-aged man was pale; at this point, he no longer dared to hope that the mother and child would be safe.

His only wish was that his wife could survive the ordeal.

The rain intensified, as if a hole had been torn in the sky.

Just then, a strange phenomenon occurred.

The downpour suddenly stopped.

A loud cry of a newborn baby came from the delivery room.

"It's born! It's born! It's a boy!"

"Congratulations, sir, mother and child are safe and sound!"

The midwife rushed out of the house excitedly, her face beaming with joy.

The middle-aged man was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with a rosy glow.

He almost lost his balance and had to hold onto the door frame to keep from losing his composure.

"Excellent! A generous reward awaits!"

Just then, another servant rushed over.

"Master, there are two Taoist priests outside the door. They were just taking shelter from the rain under the eaves."

The middle-aged man looked surprised.

Immediately, he understood.

His expression turned serious, and he said:

"I wondered how the lady could turn misfortune into good fortune; it turns out she was protected by a deity."

"Please come to the living room quickly!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man, disregarding his disheveled appearance, personally stepped forward to greet him.

Outside.

Two Taoist priests, one old and one young, stood under the eaves.

The old man had a calm and composed demeanor, with flowing hair and beard.

There was an indescribable, mysterious aura about the younger one's eyes and brows.

The old Taoist priest stood beside him, subtly suggesting that he was the master.

This extraordinary quality made the middle-aged man feel that it was something special.

Zhang Jiao stroked his beard, glanced in the direction of the delivery room, then looked at the sky where the thunderstorm had just ended, and slowly said:

"I wondered how we two could have happened to be here by chance; it turns out it was the birth of a divine being."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed upon hearing this.

He immediately bowed and knelt down.

"I humbly request the gods to bestow a name upon my son."

Huang Bai looked at Zhang Jiao, indicating that Zhang Jiao should make the decision himself.

Zhang Jiao pondered for a moment.

In the darkness of night, remnants of lightning still lingered on the distant horizon.

Zhang Jiao slowly spoke, saying, "Thunder and rain come together, and peace will follow. This child will surely bring peace to all people in the future."

"Let's call her Chu Ping."

"Ten years from now, this child will become my disciple."

The middle-aged man pondered the name repeatedly, feeling increasingly pleased with it.

"Chuping... Huang Chuping... What a good name!"

He looked up excitedly, about to bow and thank the two deities again.

Where were the two Taoist priests now, under the eaves?

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the empty doorway for a long time before suddenly kneeling down.

"Thank you, deity, for bestowing this name upon me."

Inside the delivery room, the baby's cries rang out once again.

Clear and powerful, as if echoing the newly acquired name.

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