Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 65 All worldly ties severed, Yunnan Insect Valley

During the Xuan Tan Dharma Assembly, the crowd was thrown into chaos.

When everyone rushed outside and saw the scorch marks on the stone tablet that were still steaming, their doubts gradually dissipated.

In an unknown place, the Yin spirit returned to its body, and Huang Bai opened his eyes again.

"That Xuan Qing is not bad."

Recalling the reactions of the Taoist priests during the ceremony, Huang Bai felt somewhat relieved.

Upon returning to reality, he realized that his disappearance had not caused the slightest ripple in the world.

At this point, worldly ties have been almost completely severed.

First, there was Li Xiuyuan who burned down his old house to sever his worldly ties; then there was Lü Dongbin who tested his mortal heart ten times to renounce worldly desires.

As for the yellow-white one on Earth, that's no longer him.

Now he has only one identity: a Taoist who travels through countless worlds.

Before leaving, Huang Bai suddenly felt playful and decided to show off his supernatural abilities.

Of course, that's not the goal; his goal is the continuation of the legacy.

Huang Bai immediately composed himself, made a hand seal, and activated the Wall-Passing Spell, traveling straight to the depths of the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace.

In the dark room, Xuanqing was still awake.

There were many old books and tattered scrolls piled on the table, and the smoke from cigarettes was rising. He was turning the pages one by one by the light of the lamp, trying to find out the origin of the person with the white crane mask.

He was excited, and his eyes were even slightly bloodshot.

Having cultivated the Tao for decades, witnessing a miracle with one's own eyes today is truly awe-inspiring.

Just then, ripples suddenly appeared on the wall, as if the surface of water had been gently parted.

Xuan Qing was taken aback. Before he could get up, he saw a figure slowly walk out from the wall.

If it's not Huang Bai, then who is it?

Xuanqing suppressed his shock, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. May I ask your Dharma name?"

"Just call me Immortal Lord."

Huang Bai glanced at him, then cut to the chase. Time was limited, and he didn't bother with pleasantries, so he went straight to the point.

"I wish to bestow upon you a lineage of magical talismans, but receiving this talisman may not bring blessings, but could also bring about your death."

"You can accept the offer today, or you can not. Life and death are in the hands of fate; it's entirely up to you."

Upon hearing this, Xuanqing bowed deeply once again without the slightest hesitation.

"This disciple is willing to receive the ordination certificate."

Huang Bai looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then pointed.

A magic talisman slowly fell.

This time, the talisman head was no longer a deity's name or a Taoist title, but a very simple "one".

The talisman head can be inscribed with the name of a deity or an abstract code. For example, three curved hooks represent the Three Pure Ones, while the "one" in the yellow and white talisman refers to the oneness of all heavens.

For him, the so-called code name is just superficial; what really matters is gaining his approval.

Xuanqing took the talisman and felt a heat in his palm. His heart trembled, as if something had been gently imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"First, build a Heavenly Temple in this realm."

"Only after the temple has incense offerings can this lineage of talismans truly be used."

"Remember, you must not use this method for evil. If you dare to use my talisman to do evil, you will be killed at best, and your cultivation will be destroyed at worst, and you will be condemned to eternal damnation."

Huang Bai spoke calmly, yet his words carried weight.

Xuan Qing felt a chill run down his spine and immediately bowed in agreement.

"Your disciple will remember this."

After Huang and Bai finished explaining, the one-day deadline was almost up.

His figure gradually faded, like smoke and mist.

Xuanqing knelt on the spot, not daring to raise his head, only hearing the last sentence fall into his ears:

"This method is yours, not mine. Take care of yourself."

The next moment, the room returned to normal, with no further abnormalities.

Inside the ancient temple.

The yellow and white figure reappeared.

"That's enough, let's get back to the main topic."

He quickly put those little incidents in the real world behind him.

After all, that wasn't his usual place of residence.

For Huang Bai today, the real world and the worlds in "The First Commandment" and "The Curse" are not fundamentally different.

It's all just a place where you can go or stay, where you can make a move and then withdraw.

The reason for leaving behind a lineage of talismans was solely for the Heavenly Temple and as a backup plan.

If I go back in the future, I might actually find the ancient heritage in the real world.

After some minor adjustments, Huang Bai arranged the Five Elements Array Plate, the magic sword, the shackles, the talismans, and other items in a proper manner.

He then went to the incense table and his gaze fell on the embers of incense from the world of "Ghost Blows Out the Light".

"I don't know if Partridge Whistle ever became a part of the story."

This thought crossed Huang Bai's mind.

However, judging from what he saw before he left, it was most likely that it still wouldn't work out.

The old foreigner's child, Xiao Jin, still carries the curse, which suggests that Partridge Whistle ultimately failed to break the deadlock.

But it can't be considered a complete failure.

At least with that elixir that can delay the curse, living to over sixty years old shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking of this, Huang Bai reached out and took the lingering incense stick, then gently lit it.

As wisps of smoke rose, he silently recited in his heart:

"Ghost Blows Out the Light: The Wrath of Xiangxi".

Wow!

As the incense burned out, a line of text slowly appeared in the center of the Heavenly Decree.

[Travel to the Yunnan Insect Valley in the Ghost Blows Out the Light series to obtain the Muchen Pearl and perform a ritual to seize the Serpent God's Eye.]

Huang Bai raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the line of text.

"To seize the Serpent God's Eye?"

This task was more complicated than he had imagined.

Although the Muchen Pearl was transformed from the eye of the Serpent God, it was nothing more than a precious pearl if a ceremony had not been held at the Kunlun Divine Palace.

Only after the ritual is truly completed will it become the "Eye of the Serpent God".

Once that step is taken, it is highly likely that one will run head-on into the Serpent God.

This is not something like the Xiangxi Corpse King or the Six-Winged Centipede.

No matter how ferocious those monsters are, they are still just tangible animals that can be defeated by wit or by force.

The Serpent God, however, exists in another dimension. Its intelligence, abilities, and status far surpass those of the monsters in Ping Mountain.

"This mission is quite difficult; this is what a truly terrifying world looks like."

The Heavenly Decree slowly descended and merged into his eyes.

The next instant, his figure completely disappeared from the ancient temple.

…………

The eighties.

Panjiayuan, Beijing.

In a corner, in front of a small stall, a thin, blind old man was sitting on a small stool. In front of him was a red cloth with the prices for fortune telling, face reading, and divination written on it.

At that moment, three figures stopped in front of the stall.

One is tall, one is fat, and the other is a woman.

The blind old man's nostrils twitched slightly, as if he had smelled something, and his expression immediately became more serious.

The three people carried a very faint smell of earth, and a faint stench of decay that most people wouldn't notice.

"What are a few heroes compared to that?"

"Let me read your fortune," the tall man said, his tone steady.

This person is none other than Hu Bayi.

The blind man reached out and slowly felt around the bones on Hu Bayi's face.

After a moment, he suddenly whispered a word of praise:

"The hero has a full forehead, a square jaw, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, and a mouth like cinnabar. What a fine bone structure for a tomb raider!"

After saying that, he smacked his lips again, as if he had remembered something.

"I looked just like this when I was young."

Hu Bayi looked at the old blind man's sleazy appearance, his lips twitching slightly. He said helplessly, "Chief, you have good eyesight. Then take a look at this man's face, what do you think?"

As he spoke, he pulled open his collar, revealing a red eyeball mark on his right shoulder.

Mr. Blind was initially quite calm, but upon hearing the first three words of the general, his expression immediately froze.

When his finger touched the eyeball pattern, it was as if he had touched a branding iron, and he abruptly withdrew it.

"Sigh...it's all fate."

He remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking:

"What is your relationship with Partridge Whistle?"

The tall, slender woman in black stepped forward, her voice clear and crisp.

Partridge Whistle is my maternal grandfather.

"We've come here because we heard that the commander knows a way to enter the Insect Valley, so we've come to ask for your help. We're open to discussing any terms."

Upon hearing this, the blind old man slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of already rotten eye sockets.

"That's right. I am Chen Yulou, the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction."

"These eyes were ruined by the miasma in the Insect Valley back then."

As he spoke, a look of reminiscence appeared on his face, as if he were seeing that misty, malarial forest from many years ago again.

"Yunnan Insect Valley is no ordinary place. It's a forbidden zone on earth."

"Partridge Whistle and I were both trapped inside. If we hadn't been so lucky, we would have been bones long ago."

Fatty Wang felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but ask:

"So, according to you, is it still safe to go in?"

Chen Yulou was silent for a moment, then said:

"In this world, perhaps only that person can enter it."

Shirley Yang pressed further, "That person?"

Chen Yulou raised his empty eye sockets, his voice carrying an indescribable meaning.

"Yellow and white".

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