Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 67 The Feathered Man Crosses the River to the West, the Golden Sand School.

St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City.

The enormous dome, like the sky, hangs down, and is painted with images of saints, angels, and the Kingdom of God.

Countless candles burned along the corridor, stone pillars, and altar, illuminating the stained glass windows with dazzling light.

The sounds of bells and hymns echoed in all directions.

The deep chimes of the bells pierced through the dome, as if falling from the heavens to earth.

The monks stood with their heads bowed on either side, the bishops looked solemn, and the air was filled with the scent of candles, frankincense, and ancient stone.

This is where the Papacy is located.

It is also one of the most solemn centers of Western faith.

At the far end of the hall, a huge cross, cast in pure gold, hangs above the altar.

The cross radiates a pure white holy light from within, a light that is not dazzling but carries a solemn meaning that compels one to bow one's head.

Beneath the cross stands the throne of the Pope.

The throne was tall and majestic, its edges adorned with various gemstones: rubies like blood, sapphires like the sea, and emeralds like new leaves in spring, shimmering under the holy light.

The throne that should have belonged to Pope Pius IX (to avoid resembling reality) was now occupied by a strange young man.

The young man looked quite young, with white hair, golden eyes, and two pure white wings growing from his back.

He was bathed in divine light, his expression calm and his posture natural, as if this place was rightfully his.

Below, Pope Pius IX and a group of bishops stood before the altar, a sense of awe rising in their hearts.

They have witnessed many so-called miracles.

He had judged many demons who posed as the Holy Spirit, but this Easterner before him was different.

His aura was so clean and so ancient.

Pure white wings, golden eyes, and holy light that did not reject his physical body.

Even when he sat beneath the cross, the pure gold cross suspended high above shone even brighter, as if responding to some ancient, shared aura.

Compared to the serious expressions of the others, Huang Bai was quite calm and composed.

He propped his right cheek on his hand, looking at the cross above with great interest.

A pure white light fell into his eyes, turning into a faint golden glow.

Huang Bai detected a faint scent of lead, mercury, and silver in the holy light.

Not exactly the same, but somewhat similar.

It's like the elixir of immortality in alchemy.

A strange power forged from metal, faith, blood, and holy water.

"What do you mean, sir?"

Pope Pius IX carefully considered his words before speaking.

"Are you the legitimate son of God?"

Even he himself found the question absurd when he asked it.

If that's not the case, how do you explain the person in front of you?

An Eastern face, white wings, and golden, holy eyes.

Despite not being in any of the angelic lineages of the Papacy, he was able to sit on the Holy Throne and was not rejected by the Holy Light.

"No."

Huang Bai shook his head and said, "The son of God is named Hong Xiuquan."

The Pope and the bishops fell silent.

The information in that sentence was so strange that no one knew how to understand it for a moment.

A cardinal couldn't help but ask:

"And who are you, sir...?"

Before the arrival of Huang Bai, the King of Pop had consulted countless documents.

Vatican books, saintly legends, and even some sealed heretical documents.

However, no matter how hard they searched, the name "White Emperor" never appeared.

"I am an Eastern cultivator, also known as a Feathered Person, an immortal from the East."

"To live in the same era as angels is to be the prototype of the angelic image."

"Both originate from the same source."

He certainly wouldn't impersonate the Son of God.

He doesn't even believe in Buddha or the Three Pure Ones, let alone God.

Huang Bai is currently just explaining his existence in a way that the Vatican can understand.

This statement caused the king and his followers to fall into deep thought.

If anyone else had said such things, they would have been dragged away and put on trial as a heretic.

The person before me is different.

As the Pope of the Vatican, Pius IX has seen many evil spirits masquerading as the Holy Spirit over the years.

Therefore, he would never easily believe someone just because of a few words.

The reason he fell into deep thought was mainly because of the aura emanating from Huang Bai.

That is the power of gold and silver, the same power that originates from the holy water offered in churches.

Moreover, it is older and purer than the holy water they possess.

After saying this, Huang Bai did not rush to explain.

While waiting for everyone's reply, he slowly got up and walked step by step toward the spearhead enshrined in the shrine.

The shrine was crafted from white stone and gold, and was surrounded by red curtains.

One of the artifacts enshrined there is a broken piece of an ancient spear blade.

It's obvious that this is a broken gun.

Now only the spearhead and about a foot of the shaft remain.

The silver-white spear blade lay silently in the shrine, stained with golden blood.

Despite the passage of time, it still carries a mysterious and sacred aura.

As Huang Bai approached, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Gold dust".

Only now did he truly confirm his guess.

This sect must be related to the legacy of the Feathered People.

According to papal texts, the ancient angels were actually strange and grotesque monsters.

Some of them had eyes all over their bodies, some had multiple pairs of wings, some were neither human nor non-human, and some were alien beings composed of flames and wheels.

It wasn't until more than a thousand years ago that angels gradually evolved into the image of winged beings.

This image coincides with the image of the winged people in the pre-Qin period.

It just appeared in the West relatively late.

Huang Bai initially thought it was just a coincidence.

Now, seeing the golden blood remaining on the Spear of Longinus, he finally understood that this was no coincidence.

Religion is exclusive; the fact that he sat openly beneath the cross without being rejected by the holy light is enough to prove that he was one of those people.

The real evidence is the bloodshed right before our eyes.

This is no ordinary blood.

The people of the Vatican refer to it as divine blood.

Huang Bai immediately recognized that this was the blood of an external alchemy cultivator.

Moreover, he was an external alchemy cultivator from the Golden Sand Sect.

External alchemy schools can be roughly divided into three types.

The first type is the school that uses lead and mercury as the main ingredients, which is also the one that Huang Bai is currently practicing.

This school emphasizes the balance of dragon and tiger, the harmony of yin and yang, to refine the most precious elixir.

The second type is the sulfur-mercury school.

Made from sulfur and mercury, it is more fiery and has a stronger medicinal effect.

The third type is the Gold Sand School.

Using gold as the ultimate elixir, they refined its immortal properties, aiming to achieve immortality.

Within this divine blood, there is an extremely obvious aura of golden sand.

"No wonder the Holy Light has such a powerful effect in dispelling evil."

A look of realization flashed across Huang Bai's eyes.

Gold is the strongest and purest, and it is immortal and incorruptible.

If one makes offerings of incense day and night with faith, and then uses special elixirs to refine the ingredients, it can indeed generate the power to subdue demons and monsters.

Although not exactly the same as the Eastern practices of talismanic water, thunder magic, and cinnabar, they share a similar essence.

Huang Bai reached out and touched the gun named Longinus.

Buzz! !

The gun shook violently the next moment.

Seemingly sensing the medicinal power of the mica core within Huang Bai's body, the golden blood stained with the spear blade suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

Holy light spread out like a tide.

For a moment, everyone present except Huang Bai felt a stinging pain between their brows and their eyes welled up with tears.

Many bishops instinctively lowered their heads, unable to look directly at each other.

Pope Pius IX raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light, but an overwhelming sense of shock gradually surfaced in his eyes.

Huang Bai held the broken blade of the Holy Lance in one hand and raised it high above the altar.

Pure white wings slowly unfurled behind him.

Golden pupils reflected the pure gold cross.

At that moment, he almost overlapped with the angels in the church murals.

The Pope finally made up his mind.

This is not a demon masquerading as the Holy Spirit; no demon can be acknowledged by the Holy Lance.

"Buddha IX, pay homage to the White Emperor Angel!!"

The Pope knelt down first and bowed his head in respect.

Upon seeing this, all the bishops also knelt down.

"Greetings, White Angel!"

"Greetings to the Holy Spirit!"

Inside the entire St. Peter's Basilica, everyone worshipped this once-in-a-millennium Holy Spirit.

Everyone was extremely excited.

The Holy Spirit descended to earth.

They witnessed the epic firsthand.

Perhaps, they too will become the backdrop of an epic record.

At this moment, even if Huang Bai ordered them to die, they would carry it out without hesitation.

No need for formalities.

Huang Bai placed the spearhead of Longinus back into the shrine and sat back on the throne.

In his mind, events from before Christ gradually began to take shape.

A group of external alchemy practitioners from the Golden Sand Sect, perhaps in search of gold resources, or perhaps weary of the competition among various Eastern sects, traveled across mountains and seas to Europe.

Here, they impart the holy elixir that can dispel evil spirits.

They used the medicinal liquid to cure the leprosy that was rampant in the area.

Thus, these winged people from the East were regarded as saviors.

They seized the faith of this place and transformed a primitive and wild sect into a new one that inspires goodness.

Come to think of it, most ancient cultivators were focused on increasing their cultivation, refining elixirs for immortality, and pursuing the Great Dao.

Who has nothing better to do than argue with others about scriptures every day?

So-called doctrinal disputes are more often used as tools for later generations to form factions and suppress dissent.

The people below were fighting tooth and nail.

Perhaps those who truly paved the way simply couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

Huang Bai traveled through so many worlds and passed down different versions of the Heavenly Temple.

Perhaps one day, these temples of the Heavenly Way will meet and fight each other because of their differing ideologies.

"Your Excellency the Angel."

A bishop spoke cautiously.

"May I ask, what brings you to the mortal realm this time...?"

Huang Bai snapped out of his thoughts and looked at everyone.

"Dracula".

The expressions of everyone in the hall turned solemn.

Huang Bai said, "Dracula has committed numerous evils and must be eliminated."

Upon hearing this name, the bishops present all became solemn.

Dracula.

A dark entity that the Vatican has pursued for years but has never been able to completely eradicate.

Afterwards, Huang Bai requested control of the Holy Knights Order from the Holy See.

The Pope agreed almost without hesitation.

On the one hand, Huang Bai has been regarded as the Holy Spirit by them.

On the other hand, Dracula has indeed been the Vatican's biggest concern for many years.

If the White Angel is willing to take action personally, the Holy See will naturally cooperate fully.

……

Below the Vatican, in the underground space.

The ground-level part of St. Peter's Basilica is solemn, sacred, and magnificent.

But deep underground lies another world.

The place is brightly lit.

The stone wall is covered with iron frames, gears, pulleys and heavy iron chains.

Hundreds of craftsmen were busy below, and the clanging and banging of their hammers filled the air.

The furnace glowed red-hot, and the anvil vibrated loudly.

Silverware, crossbow bolts, cross-shaped swords, muskets, bullets, holy water bottles, and exorcism chains were all placed on the wooden shelves.

This place doesn't look like a church; it's more like a demon-hunting workshop hidden under holy light.

Huang Bai walked up to the stove.

Upon seeing him arrive, the craftsman immediately extinguished the flames and carefully poured a basin of molten silver from the furnace.

The molten silver flowed into the mold, making a piercing sound.

The craftsmen then quenched the mold in holy water.

laugh! !

White smoke rose.

The holy water churned violently.

Finally, a dark, dull silver ingot was taken out.

Huang Bai reached out and picked up the silver ingot, examining it closely.

This silver is extremely light, yet incredibly hard.

Its surface appears dull, but it contains a solemn yet pure aura within.

"What is this?"

The cardinal beside him answered respectfully:

"Mithril".

"The knights' swords, spears, bows, crossbows, and even bullets are all made of mithril."

"This item has the effect of exorcising demons, especially effective against werewolves, vampires, and some dark creatures."

"I see."

Huang Bai nodded slightly.

Holy water should be the elixir used by ancient cultivators to achieve immortality.

After a long period of transformation, the Vatican's incense and faith can continue to generate holy water.

The craftsmen may not have known the true principles behind it.

But through generations of imitation, they were able to produce this special metal.

"It should be the alchemy of the Jinsha School."

Huang Bai thought to himself.

Although the Vatican has lost the true lineage of gold powder elixir, it has preserved some incomplete techniques.

These incomplete processes, combined with holy water and the power of faith, ultimately created mithril, a material used for hunting demons.

"Are there any methods passed down from angels in the past?"

Huang Bai looked at the cardinal.

As a half-baked external alchemy cultivator, Huang Bai had no sectarian prejudices.

If one could learn the secret techniques of the Golden Sand School, that would be the best outcome.

The cardinal pondered for a long time before cautiously answering:

"I've never heard of it. Maybe it existed in the past, but it's almost been lost after several upheavals."

Huang Bai remained silent.

He thought of Dracula.

Dracula lived for many years.

He has not only dealt with many exorcists, but also killed many exorcists.

According to Vatican records, many secret techniques have been lost, which is closely related to Dracula killing exorcists.

Maybe this guy knows something.

Huang Bai took the First Commandment Sword from the Muchen Pearl and handed it to the Cardinal.

"Glaze this sword with mithril."

The First Commandment Sword is sharp enough and will automatically repair itself.

The harm caused by ghosts, evil spirits, and vampires is ultimately less.

If plated with a layer of mithril and combined with talismanic lightning magic, its destructive power should be greatly enhanced.

The cardinal received the sword with both hands, his expression solemn.

"yes!!"

At the angel's command, the entire underground workshop immediately sprang into action.

The stove was relit.

The craftsmen brought in the finest mithril, holy water, and alchemy tools.

Some experienced craftsmen even knelt down and prayed, asking the Lord to protect them from damaging the holy sword given to them by the angels.

Huang Bai then went into seclusion to draw talismans.

The Holy Spirit Knights consist of more than two hundred people.

If you want them to join the expedition without using them as cannon fodder, it's best to equip each of them with a certain number of protective amulets.

Two sun talismans per person.

Two Taiyin talismans for healing.

Other talismans can be left unequipped for the time being.

The Sun Talisman can be used to unleash yang fire and suppress vampires and evil spirits.

The Taiyin Talisman can save lives and heal injuries, reducing the losses of the Knights in battle.

Huang Bai sat cross-legged in the underground quiet room and took out talismans, cinnabar, holy water and mithril powder.

As he drew them, he tried to combine Eastern talismans with Western holy water.

Cinnabar and holy water are mixed to form a special talisman ink.

On the talisman paper, runes slowly took shape, faintly glowing with a golden-white light.

Time passed little by little.

The underground workshop was still brightly lit.

At the same time, a middle-aged man wearing a top hat, with a pistol, crossbow, and Chinese magical artifacts at his waist, arrived outside St. Peter's Basilica.

This man was none other than the exorcist Van Helsing.

He was travel-worn, his coat stained with dust and a faint smell of blood, his hat pulled low, his eyes tired yet still sharp.

"Back to the same old place again."

Van Helsing gazed at the church's towering dome and sighed deeply.

More than a hundred years ago, Van Helsing mysteriously appeared in the church.

He woke up with his memory lost and was adopted by the bishop at the time.

From then on, he embarked on a journey to exorcise demons while searching for his origins.

He didn't know who he was, only that he seemed destined to be an enemy of the monsters in the darkness.

The main reason for my return was a message from the Vatican saying they had encountered a difficult giant.

Upon receiving the news, he rushed to the scene without stopping.

As Van Helsing entered the vicinity of the church, he bumped into the beaming deputy commander, Anthony.

Anthony, who is usually serious, was beaming today, with a hint of barely suppressed fervor in his eyes.

Van Helsing frowned slightly.

"Anthony, I don't have much time. Tell me quickly, where are the giants?"

Anthony was taken aback, then gave a complicated smile.

"No need, the angels have taken care of it for us."

Van Helsing paused in his steps.

"Angel?"