Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 75 The Undying Mage, Superior Spells.

"Master Huang Tian!"

Master Simu never expected to run into Huang Bai here.

When he was transporting the corpses, the walking corpses went out of control. If Huang Bai hadn't come to his aid, it would have caused a disaster long ago.

Later, he heard from his senior brother Lin Jiu that a master Taoist named Huang Bai had helped them defeat the zombie Lord Ren and even went down to the underworld together to investigate the evil Asura Yinshan.

Master Four Eyes listened with great interest, only regretting that he had not witnessed it with his own eyes.

Tonight, amidst the wind and rain, I unexpectedly encountered this mysterious Taoist priest again when my junior brother Qianhe was facing a life-or-death situation.

"Master Four Eyes".

Huang Bai smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master Four Eyes, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see, Master Huang."

Master Simu quickly returned the greeting.

This Taoist priest Huang Tian's Taoist skills seem to have become much more profound.

When we last met, Huang Bai already possessed an extraordinary aura; now, he exudes an even more indescribable mystique.

The monk Ikkyu stood to the side, and seeing how solemn the four eyes were, he dared not be negligent.

Master Four Eyes introduced him to the following:

"Ikkyu-sama, this is the Taoist priest Huang Bai from Jinhua Mountain whom I told you about."

"He is also Daoist Huang Tian."

Upon hearing this, the monk Ikkyu's expression turned solemn, and he clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect: "Amitabha, this humble monk greets the senior."

He is not a member of the Taoist system, so it is inappropriate for him to address his senior brother or fellow Taoist, and he can only express his respect by using the manner of a junior greeting.

"No need for such formalities."

Huang Bai gently raised his hand.

At this moment, Chizuru, who was unconscious, suddenly struggled to sit up.

Hongwu, standing to the side, quickly reminded him:

"She's awake! She's awake!"

"Junior brother!!"

Without bothering with pleasantries, Master Simu hurriedly stepped forward to help Master Qianhe.

His expression changed as soon as he got close.

Master Qianhe was in extremely poor condition.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bluish, his eye sockets were dark, and his pupils were extremely small.

Even more terrifying, his fingernails were growing longer and his teeth were becoming sharper.

This is a sign that the corpse poison is attacking the heart and that the corpse is about to turn into a zombie.

"Senior brother..."

Master Qianhe's voice was intermittent and his breath was weak.

"Kill me."

Master Simu froze.

"Junior brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Chizuru struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with pain: "This humble Taoist is incompetent, letting the zombie escape... Do not let this humble Taoist harm anyone else."

His body trembled as he spoke.

A low, guttural growl emanated from deep within its throat, as if it were about to completely lose its mind and turn into a zombie, attacking people.

Master Simu clenched his teeth tightly.

A moment later, he slowly stood up and reached behind him to draw the enormous bronze sword.

The bronze sword, weighing a hundred pounds, felt as light as a feather in his hands.

A flash of cold light from the sword illuminated the ashen face of the Four-Eyed Taoist.

"Junior brother, have a safe journey."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Four Eyes raised his sword, about to stab Qianhe in the chest.

Huang Bai suddenly spoke:

"I might have a way."

Si Mu paused, then turned around abruptly: "Master Huang, the corpse poison has already attacked the heart. In this condition, even a god cannot save us."

"Why not give it a try?"

After he finished speaking, he took out rooster blood, talisman ink, and golden needles from the Muchen Pearl.

Seeing his resolute expression, Master Four Eyes finally put away his sword.

Huang Bai squatted down and first used his divine sense to probe into Qianhe's body.

The corpse poison has already invaded the five internal organs along the blood vessels.

According to the usual Maoshan methods, the only option at this time would be to kill Qianhe to prevent him from turning into a corpse and harming people.

Huang Bai had previously saved the werewolf Viken in the Van Helsing world and was already experienced with this type of bloodline mutation.

Since the werewolf bloodline can be temporarily suppressed with talismans, the zombie poison might be just as effective.

Huang Bai picked up the golden needle, dipped it in rooster blood talisman ink, and quickly inscribed the Five Thunder Talisman on Qianhe's arms.

With each stroke of the brush, Chizuru's body trembled violently.

The corpse poison seemed to be stimulated and began to churn wildly in the blood.

Chizuru let out a low growl, her sharp nails nearly tearing through the ground.

Master Simu immediately pressed down on his shoulder.

"Junior brother, hold back!"

The monk Ikkyu was also chanting Buddhist mantras softly beside him, his prayer beads turning one by one.

Huang Bai's golden needles did not pause for a moment.

As he inscribed the runes, he also infused them with a touch of gold.

As the talisman was written, the strange phenomena on Qianhe's body gradually disappeared.

The monk Ikkyu looked at the Taoist priest Simu with astonishment in his eyes.

Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was clear: Do you Maoshan people also have such wonderful methods?

Master Four Eyes understood his look, and his lips twitched.

"Don't look at me like that, this isn't the way of Maoshan."

He observed Huang Bai's technique and said in a low voice:

"Master Huang is a Taoist immortal who cultivated himself, known in ancient times as a 'fangshi' (方士), and he is not of the same kind as us."

Master Simu had never seen Huang Bai actually use his magic before; he had only heard snippets of information from his senior brother, Lin Jiu.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I know that what my senior brother said was true.

The magic of these Taoist immortals was indeed beyond their comprehension.

While the Maoshan Taoists were still borrowing magic and invoking gods from their patriarchs, the Liexian Taoists had already cultivated their own true abilities.

However, this path is destined to be arduous.

After a long while, Chizuru finally slowly woke up.

"This is……"

He looked down at his hands.

Sharp nails still remain on all ten fingers.

The fangs in its mouth have not yet fully retracted.

With a thought, the fangs slowly retracted.

Chizuru was stunned.

"I...I'm not dead?"

"You are now a half-human, half-zombie being," Huang Bai said solemnly, looking at him. "Remember, do not drink human blood."

"Do not touch any blood products, otherwise once the corpse nature is aroused, it will be very difficult to suppress."

These words were not meant to scare him.

Although Chizuru has survived, she is no longer a living person.

The corpse poison in his body was temporarily suppressed by the Five Thunder Talisman and the metal element, forming a delicate balance.

Once they drink blood, their corpse nature will surely surge.

At that point, even Huang Bai might not be able to easily pull them back.

Chizuru remained silent.

He looked at his hands, his expression extremely complex.

Am I still myself?

This means that he will no longer be able to use most of the Maoshan Taoist techniques as he used to.

Master Four Eyes saw through his thoughts and sighed, "Junior Brother Qianhe, it's better to live a miserable life than to die. You've already done very well to have escaped with your life."

Huang Bai also said, "You can try to forge your own path."

This road is destined to be difficult.

As time goes by, the balance of power between zombies and humans shifts, with one gaining at the expense of the other.

The zombies will become stronger and stronger, while their humanity will gradually weaken as their bodies age and their zombie nature grows.

The longer Chizuru lives, the more she resembles a zombie.

One day, perhaps the mind will be taken over by a zombie mentality.

From another perspective, he could be said to have indirectly gained immortality.

If a new path can be found, one might become an immortal mage walking among mortals.

After listening, Chizuru remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he slowly stood up and bowed deeply to Huang Bai.

"Thank you so much, Taoist priest, for saving my life."

As Si Mu said, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

He was so eager to die just now because the corpse poison was affecting his heart, and he was afraid that he would turn into a zombie and harm others.

Now that he has regained consciousness, he also feels a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

"No need for formalities."

Huang Bai waved his hand gently.

Chizuru then looked at Simu.

"Senior brother, please inform the sect that Qianhe is dead and I am no longer worthy to be a Maoshan disciple."

Master Four Eyes raised an eyebrow: "Junior brother, you..."

Chizuru waved her hand, indicating that her mind was made up.

Seeing this, Si Mu moved his lips, but ultimately did not try to persuade him further.

He knew this junior fellow student.

Chizuru appears gentle, but she is extremely principled.

Becoming this half-human, half-frozen state was a huge blow to him.

If he were to continue bearing the title of a Maoshan disciple, it would probably only cause him more pain.

Huang and Bai did not interfere in the affairs of their respective sects.

He raised his hand and conjured several paper figures.

After the paper figure landed, it grew taller in the wind, transforming into a tall paper warrior.

These paper figures had a faint golden light in their eyes, and their bodies were much sturdier than ordinary paper effigies.

With a wave of his hand, Huang Bai sent the paper effigy to the golden coffin, whereupon it lifted up the incredibly heavy object.

Everyone watched this scene in astonishment.

Whether it's Maoshan or Buddhism, most of them primarily focus on borrowing teachings.

They may use talismans as a medium, or blood essence as a guide, or invite ancestral masters, deities, or Dharma protectors to exert their power.

This method of transforming paper into human form and conjuring up powerful figures is just too much like the legendary magic of immortals.

"Perhaps the techniques of the Upper Mao are comparable to one or two," Chizuru thought to herself.

We offer prayers to the gods.

Zhongmao respectfully invites his predecessors.

He summoned ghosts and monsters from the latrine.

The vast majority of Maoshan Taoist priests are only at the intermediate level.

Very few people can actually reach the highest level of cultivation.

The heavy rain gradually stopped.

Under the cover of night, the group walked back along the muddy road.

The mountain forest was damp and cold after the rain, with water droplets constantly dripping from the leaves.

Deep footprints were left in the mud, and the air still smelled of blood and corpses.

On the way, the monk Ikkyu looked at Chizuru with a guilty expression.

"Master Qianhe, it is this humble monk who has harmed you. If this humble monk had not suggested dismantling the tent, perhaps..."

"No."

Chizuru shook her head.

"Even if we don't take down the tent, the result will be the same."

Chizuru said in a deep voice:

"This resurrection of the corpses was likely caused by human intervention."

"When we were traveling earlier, the imperial court suddenly sent an official document, instructing us to change our route and take a longer detour. At the time, they only said it was to avoid bandits and ensure the safe arrival of the imperial remains in the capital."

"Now that I think about it, it wasn't to avoid thieves, but rather to deliberately lead us to the place where thunderclouds pass by, so as to receive the heavenly thunder."

As Chizuru spoke, a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes.

"Even if the tent isn't taken down, lightning will still strike; the tent can't stop the lightning."

Hearing this, Monk Ikkyu felt a little better.

He had been blaming himself, feeling that his words had harmed Chizuru and several disciples.

Now, hearing Qianhe say this, I understand that someone had planned this all along.

Chizuru finally realized what was going on.

The Qing government has always been treacherous.

This peculiar frontier royal body may have served another purpose.

The zombie's own Taoist blood, as well as the blood of its relative, the Seventy-First Prince, will make the zombie stronger.

Someone is using this escort mission to deliberately feed royal zombies.

The question is, why would they do this?

Master Four Eyes frowned and said.

"If the royal zombies get out of control, it won't just be the common people in the mountains who die."

"This shows they have a way to control it, or at least they think they do," Huang Bai said.

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts sank.

"The young prince is still in the mortuary."

Master Four Eyes said, "The royal zombie will come again. This zombie is a rare bronze-armored zombie, so we must prepare in advance."

Monk Yixiu clasped his hands together.

"This humble monk is willing to lend a helping hand to you Taoist priests."

Qianhe looked around.

Four eyes, Ikkyu, Huang Bai, plus his own half-human, half-stiff crippled body.

This place is a gathering place for many heroes.

Thinking of this, he suddenly chuckled.

"Ha ha."

"With several of us serving it, this royal zombie is quite fortunate."

Soon, the group returned to the mortuary.

However, inside the mortuary, chaos was raging.

Minister Wu and his group of imperial guards have turned into walking corpses.

Their faces were bluish-black, their fingernails had grown longer, and they were emitting low growls as they chased Jia Le and Jing Jing around.

Jingjing held the unconscious little prince in her arms, her face pale, but she still protected the child tightly.

Jiale, wielding a peach wood sword, stood in front of Jingjing to fight off the horde of corpses.

"Imperial Edict!!"

Jiale bit his fingertip, smeared the blood on the peach wood sword, and then thrust the sword into the forehead of a walking corpse.

The zombie froze and collapsed on the spot.

The next moment, two more zombies attacked from the left and right.

Jia Le reacted extremely quickly, dodging the attack with a lazy roll.

Although he usually seems simple-minded and lazy, he is surprisingly quick when it comes to life and death.

However, as time went by, Jiale gradually felt his strength failing.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

"Jingjing, watch out!"

A zombie leaped past Jiale and pounced on Jingjing.

Jia Le's expression changed drastically, and he was about to rush forward to stop him.

Just then, a strange voice came from outside the door.

"Hongwu, you try it first."

"yes!"

boom!

The next moment, a short-haired, imposing man burst through the door with a knife.

It was Hongwu.

His arms were painted with Five Thunder Talismans, the runes faintly glowing with golden light in the night.

Hongwu was agile, strong as an ox, and moved like a bird in flight.

He was already a master of the Hongmen, and now, with the blessing of talismans from Huang Bai, his strength and reaction are far superior to before.

A flash of light.

A zombie was cut in half at the waist.

Hongwu didn't stop, and with a backhand slash, he knocked another zombie to the ground.

The third zombie roared and pounced.

Hongwu dodged to the side, kicked it in the knee, and then slashed horizontally with his blade.

puff!

In a few swift movements, he cleaved the remaining three zombies in half at the waist.

Jia Le was dumbfounded.

"Who is this great hero...?"

He turned his head and saw Four Eyes, Ikkyu, Chizuru, Huang Bai and others standing outside the door.

Jia Le was overjoyed.

"Master!!"

Master Four Eyes first glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at Jia Le, who was panting heavily, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

Although this brat is lazy most of the time, he didn't let us down when it mattered.

Huang Bai smiled and looked at Master Simu.

"Master Four Eyes, your disciple is much more reliable than Uncle Nine's two disciples."