Taoist priests in the supernatural world

With the Corpse King destroyed, only ashes remained in the main tomb chamber.

The heat from the Five Elements Array Plate had not yet dissipated, and the air still carried the acrid smell of burning thunder and fire.

Huang Bai bent down and picked up the pure white, jade-like thousand-year-old pill, his palm slightly warm.

This is a genuine elixir refined using ancient alchemy methods, not the inner elixir of the Corpse King.

Although not completely perfect, and still somewhat stagnant and turbid inside, it can still be considered half a batch of immortal medicine.

Partridge Whistle stood to the side, clutching his still bleeding hand, his gaze fixed on the pill, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of undisguised disappointment.

Huang Bai's earlier talk about the Great Dao of External Alchemy was not empty talk; the jade-white pill before them was the best proof.

Disappointingly, this thing was not the Muchen Pearl after all. Huang Bai hadn't lied to him; the pearl they had been searching for was indeed not in Ping Mountain.

Hua Ling and the old foreigner stood behind Partridge Whistle, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

They originally thought that Ping Mountain was the end of their journey, but after fighting their way to the end, they saw the treasure right in front of them, yet it had nothing to do with the destiny of their clan.

The feeling of dashed hopes is more agonizing than returning empty-handed.

Huang Bai put the pill into his sleeve and looked up at Partridge Whistle.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

The four of them returned along the same route.

The main burial chamber, the Yin Well, the Iron Pavilion and the Alchemy Chamber, and the layers of underground palaces all receded under the light of torches and ghostly soldiers.

When we first arrived, the tomb was fraught with danger. Now that the six-winged centipede is dead and the Xiangxi Corpse King has turned to ashes, the entire ancient tomb seems to have lost its spirit. It remains gloomy, but the oppressive feeling of devouring people is gone.

When they emerged from the underground palace and saw the light of day again, the wind blowing in their faces gave them a sense of having survived.

The mountain wind howled, causing my robes to flutter.

Huang Bai stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the distant, undulating mountains, and suddenly spoke:

"The true Muchen Pearl is not in Ping Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Partridge Whistle immediately looked up at him.

Huang Bai didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "It's in the tomb of the King of Xian in Yunnan."

These few words were like a thunderbolt.

Partridge Whistle's eyes lit up instantly. Hua Ling and the old foreigner looked up at the same time, as if they had finally seen a ray of light in the boundless darkness.

"Yunnan...the Tomb of King Xian..." Partridge Whistle repeated in a low voice, as if it were engraved in his heart.

"The tomb of King Xian is far more dangerous than Ping Mountain. If you really want to go, you must be extremely careful."

If someone else had said this, Partridge Whistle might have had some doubts. But coming from Huang Bai, he dared not take it lightly in the slightest.

"What if it still doesn't work out even after we go?" the old foreigner couldn't help but ask.

Huang Bai glanced at him and said, "Then let's suppress the bloodline curse for now and wait for an opportunity."

As he spoke, his sleeves fluttered slightly, and the Yaksha silently appeared, taking out a scroll of bamboo slips from behind his back.

Huang Bai took the bamboo slip and handed it to Partridge Whistle.

"This is the prescription I found in the ancient tomb at Ping Mountain."

"Back then, members of the Zaglama clan tracked them down here and discovered this formula to suppress the curse. However, something unexpected happened later, and the people who came out didn't survive, so the medicine ended up in the tomb."

Partridge Whistle took the bamboo slip with both hands, his knuckles turning slightly white from the effort. He took a deep breath and suddenly bowed deeply to Huang Bai.

"The Zaglama clan will never forget the great kindness of Master Huang."

Hua Ling and the old foreigner followed suit and bowed solemnly.

Their clan had toiled for generations, losing countless ancestors, until they finally found a truly viable path.

Although the tomb of King Xian is still an unknown and perilous place, at least it is no longer like blind men feeling an elephant, or like headless flies bumping around aimlessly.

This is roughly what it means to wait for the clouds to part and the moon to shine.

Huang Bai accepted the greeting without saying much, only saying:

"Get up. Your lives are your own to earn. This is all I can do."

"That's enough." Partridge Whistle put away the bamboo slips.

The group arrived outside the ancient tomb.

At the temporary camp at the foot of the mountain, Luo Laowai had already obtained the goods and led his troops away first.

Chen Yulou, accompanied by Hong Guniang and more than ten of his most trusted and skilled men, waited outside the cave entrance.

Upon seeing Huang Bai and the others emerge, Chen Yulou immediately came to greet them, his expression less youthful and more composed than before.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally clasped his hands in a fist and spoke:

"I owe Master Huang a debt of gratitude for this trip to Ping Mountain."

"If it weren't for the intervention of the Taoist priest and the Partridge Whistle brothers, I and all my brothers would probably have lost our lives inside."

"If there is any need for us in the future, the Unloading Ridge faction will never refuse."

This trip to Ping Mountain really woke him up.

He used to be confident in his eyesight, his skills, and his ability to not lose to others.

It wasn't until he saw the six-winged centipede and the Xiangxi Corpse King with his own eyes, and witnessed the yellow and white talismans and thunder magic, and the partridge whistle risking his life to save people, that he truly understood that his survival this time was ultimately due to others.

Huang Bai waved his hand.

"understood."

I will leave sooner or later, and I probably won't need the affection from the Unloading Ridge lineage anymore.

Although Chen Yulou's promise sounded weighty, it was nothing more than a favor that Huang Bai casually accepted.

After saying this, Huang Bai suddenly seemed to remember something and took out a magic talisman from his sleeve.

The talisman had an ancient and simple color, with flowing runes on it, faintly revealing a faint spiritual light.

Upon seeing it, Chen Yulou, Partridge Whistle, Red Girl and the others all focused their attention on the magic talisman.

Huang Bai handed the talisman to Partridge Whistle.

"There's one more thing I need you to do for me."

"This is a talisman of the Yellow and White lineage. Anyone who possesses this talisman should write down their name and then combine it with the talismanic method I left behind to draw talismans and perform magic."

As he spoke, he took out several talismans and a copy of the essential techniques of talisman making from his pocket and handed them over together.

The temple keeper, Rongbao, is too slow to understand and speaks Mandarin haltingly. It's uncertain when he will be able to carry on the lineage.

"It would be best to choose someone who is proficient in Chinese characters as the abbot of the temple."

Partridge Whistle looked down at the talisman in his hand, and his heart trembled slightly.

The Yellow and White Dharma Lineage...establishing a lineage of transmission in one's own name.

This is not the ordinary Taoist priest teaching disciples to draw talismans, but a true establishment of his own school and sect.

Partridge Whistle solemnly put away the talisman and said:

"Rest assured, Master, as long as I am alive, this lineage will not be broken."

Huang Bai nodded and said no more.

After a moment of silence, Chen Yulou said:

"It's my treat tonight! We absolutely have to have a good meal to welcome you all back!"

Huang Bai replied, "I won't go."

Everyone was taken aback.

Chen Yulou was the first to react, saying, "Daoist Master, are you leaving already?"

Huang Bai looked up at Ping Mountain and said, "I'm not leaving. I'm going back to the ancient tomb to cultivate in seclusion."

Huang Bai then said, "President Chen, bring the rest of the explosives and blow up the surface entrance completely."

Chen Yulou's expression changed slightly. He said, "In that case, the people inside won't be able to get out either. The outer underground palace is already unstable. If the entrance collapses, the inside might collapse as well."

"It's alright."

Seeing that his attitude was firm, Chen Yulou stopped trying to persuade him and had no choice but to order someone to bring over the remaining explosives.

Following Huang Bai's instructions, the group buried the explosives around the entrance of the cave.

The fuse was connected, and sparks began to fly out little by little. The strong smell of gunpowder quickly spread in the mountain wind.

Huang Bai turned and walked deeper into Ping Mountain, his silhouette gradually lengthening as dusk fell.

Her flowing robes and wide sash fluttered as she ascended to the heavens.

In a daze, they departed, riding a swan soaring into the purple sky.

Partridge Whistle looked at that retreating figure and couldn't help but shout out:

"Master Huang! Will we ever meet again in the future?"

The mountain wind howled, and the yellow and white sounds grew louder as they approached.

"See you again someday."

boom!

The words had barely left his mouth when the explosives detonated.

The rubble crashed down, and dust billowed into the sky, instantly burying the cave entrance completely.

Everyone watched this scene, and for a moment no one spoke.

After a long while, Chen Yulou slowly exhaled and sighed softly:

"Only someone like that would treat an ancient tomb as their own paradise."

Partridge Whistle stared at the collapsed ground for a long time, subconsciously clutching the scroll of bamboo slips and the talisman.

He knew that this parting might be the last time they would meet.

However, I also know that my path is no longer shrouded in darkness.

"Yunnan...the Tomb of King Xian"

Since then, many legends have arisen about Ping Mountain.

Some say that at night, a purple mist often rises from the mountaintop, as if a precious treasure is brewing within.

Some say that the wild beasts in Ping Mountain are becoming increasingly ferocious, even several times more active than in previous years, and ordinary hunters dare not approach them at all.

Some warlords, however, defied the superstition and, relying on their superior military strength, led their troops up the mountain in search of treasure.

Before they even reached the halfway point, they encountered a demon attacking people, which caused chaos among the soldiers, who then turned on each other. The warlord died under mysterious circumstances, and his vast empire vanished in the blink of an eye.

From then on, Ping Mountain truly became a dead end.

As the Miao people, herbalists, and hunters at the foot of the mountain passed down the story by word of mouth, they gradually gave the yellow and white herbs in the mountains a new name.

Pingshan Mountain God!