Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 62 The Immortal Taoist Ascends to the Upper Realm

boom!

The gate closed, plunging the underground palace into darkness.

Huang Bai carried the chicken coop and headed towards the alchemy furnace beneath the Yin Well.

Before heading down to the bottom of the Yin Well, Huang Bai took out the chicken coop and looked at the Angry Sun Chicken inside.

Since being injured, the Angry Rooster has been in a deep sleep.

"How should I bring it back?"

Huang Bai was somewhat conflicted.

The Angry Rooster is a living creature, and according to the rules of the Heavenly Path Temple, living creatures cannot be included in the Heavenly Path Temple.

Therefore, the Angry Sun Chicken cannot enter it.

This Yaksha is different from the Twin Yin Soldiers. The Yin Soldiers reside in the Terrace of Soldiers and their roots are in the Terrace of Soldiers. Essentially, they are a form of magic, not living beings.

"Unless... the Angry Rooster is killed and its soul taken."

Huang Bai thought to himself, this is no different from killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. The most important thing about the Angry Sun Chicken is its pure yang body.

Without a pure yang body, simply taking the soul is useless.

Moreover, it would be a real pity to kill such a divine object of heaven and earth.

Cuckoo!

Just then, the Angry Rooster woke up and affectionately pecked at her wrist.

"Okay, I'll let you out when I have time. I'll definitely take you with me when I come back here again."

There are many series of Ghost Blows Out the Light. Maybe I'll have a chance to come to Ping Mountain in the future and find a way to take away the Angry Sun Chicken.

As one traverses the heavens for a longer period, the methods will surely become more and more numerous.

The Angry Rooster was somewhat puzzled by the complicated meaning, but it could also sense Huang Bai's emotions, with a hint of reluctance in its eyes.

Afterwards, Huang Bai released it into the tomb, where it lived on the underground river water and poisonous insects. Finally, he found an opportunity to transport it out of the underground river.

Beside the alchemy furnace.

Huang Bai is organizing the achievements of his predecessors.

"Water-based alchemy, fire-based alchemy, the interactions of medicinal properties, the interplay of ruler and minister..."

In addition, there are methods to supplement elixirs with feng shui arrangements.

Huang and Bai quickly absorbed this knowledge, which constitutes a systematic external alchemy path.

After absorbing all this common knowledge, one becomes a true Taoist.

"When I was forty years old, I traveled to Penglai and obtained the Penglai mica elixir recipe. After that, I spent fifteen years refining elixirs, but to no avail..."

Among the jumbled piles of old papers, Huang Bai even found the notes of alchemists from past dynasties.

This lineage of alchemy is called the "Fangxian Dao," which flourished during the Qin and Han dynasties and declined during the Northern and Southern dynasties.

He was a practitioner of external alchemy and believed in the practice of taking medicine for longevity.

The first alchemist was Li Shaojun, but unfortunately, Li Shaojun was too old and died of illness before he could even begin.

Then came Zhang Daoling at the end of the Han Dynasty. Zhang Daoling refined the Mica Immortal Ascension Pill, which was used before the Rejuvenation Pill, and thus gained extraordinary magical power.

He eventually died from a severe case of erysipelas.

Zhang Lu of the Three Kingdoms period later perfected the feng shui layout.

However, due to the chaos of the Three Kingdoms period and the Five Barbarian Invasions, the plan was repeatedly thwarted.

The semi-finished inner elixir was completed by Sun En.

Just as success seemed within reach, the Eastern Jin Dynasty faced a threat from the north, presenting a rare historical opportunity. Sun En's ambition for rapid expansion led him to launch a rebellion.

The rebellion swept through eight commanderies of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The rebellion was eventually quelled, and Sun En fled overseas, where he eventually drowned.

After that, alchemy was put on hold.

The previous alchemist either died unexpectedly or succumbed to the erysipelas.

As the idea of ​​achieving immortality through elixirs faded, the lineage of the Fangxian Dao (a school of immortality) was severed.

Time moved on to the Song Dynasty.

The ancestors of the Zaglama clan were captured by a Yuan Dynasty general to build a tomb. It was through this that they discovered the lineage of sorcerers and found a way to alleviate the curse.

However, before his death, the Yuan Dynasty general buried all the artisans and alchemists with him and ate the legendary thousand-year-old elixir that symbolized immortality.

Thus, the path of external alchemy in the Fangxian Dao was completely severed.

"I see."

Beside the alchemy furnace, Huang Bai gently caressed this ancient elixir.

It turns out that so many touching stories have happened around this elixir.

Li Shaojun, Zhang Daoling, Zhang Lu, Sun En, and other alchemists of the Fangxian Dao sect, despite their arduous efforts, always failed at the last moment.

"Perhaps this is the will of Heaven; this is the tribulation for achieving immortality."

This elixir has survived many trials and tribulations; perhaps this time it can truly be refined into a pill.

"From now on, I will inherit your unparalleled skills. Please protect me."

Huang Bai gazed into the vast emptiness.

In the days that followed, Huang Bai began to use the Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique to straighten out the dilapidated feng shui of the mountains and rivers one by one.

"Yaksha, break through that wall."

"Lingzhu, Baozhu, bring three stones, each as tall as a person."

"Dig the well a little deeper until you draw in the earth's yin water."

Boom!

The sound of falling rocks, like thunder, often comes from Ping Mountain in the middle of the night, causing fear and unease among the residents at the foot of the mountain, who believe it is the wrath of the mountain god.

On this day, Wu Along, the village chief of the Miao village, came to Tiandao Temple and asked the temple keeper to come.

This person had curly hair and looked like a foreigner from a distance.

This man was none other than the old foreigner.

Previously, Huang Bai entrusted them with the inheritance, but Partridge Whistle was in a hurry to go to Yunnan, so he left Lao Yangren and Hua Ling to live here, to inherit the magic talisman and to cultivate the next generation of Huang Bai to carry on the legacy.

"Could it be that the spirit of the venerable master in heaven is lacking offerings? Is the venerable master unhappy?"

Everyone knows that Master Lu has become an immortal. After all, Master Lu has accumulated immeasurable merit and should have ascended to immortality long ago.

"How about we build a statue of the Master? We can worship him day and night, asking him to bless the Miao village?"

"That's right, my Chenjia Village can contribute money!"

"All the Miao people of Shanshui Village are willing to donate money and goods."

Seeing the mountain people's insistence, the old foreigner also agreed to build the yellow and white statue.

Sure enough, after the statue was built, the rumbling in the mountains disappeared.

After that, purple clouds often appeared on Ping Mountain, and the clouds gathered to form auspicious signs.

Everyone firmly believed that their teacher had become an immortal.

Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye.

At the foot of the mountain, Rongbao was dressed in Han Chinese attire, with short hair, and a ten-year-old boy followed behind him.

"Uncle Rong, can we go up the mountain to play?" the boy asked, his features resembling those of the old foreigner and Hua Ling.

Ten years ago, Partridge Whistle had not returned and the curse on him had not yet been lifted. The elderly couple, who were already married, asked Rongbao to take care of their child and went to look for their senior brother Partridge Whistle. They had been gone for ten years.

Rongbao has never married, raising his child alone. Now he is a weathered middle-aged man nearing forty.

"No, the mountain is the territory of the Mountain God, we can't go up there, understand?" Rongbao scolded sternly.

"Then why is this uncle allowed to go?" the boy asked, pointing ahead.

"Who?"

Rong Bao's body stiffened, and he turned around abruptly.

A man was standing about ten feet away.

This person was dressed in a Taoist robe, with long hair and a full beard, and still looked as young as ever.

Twelve years have passed, but the teacher's appearance has not changed; he has only grown a bit more hair and beard.

In an instant, Rongbao's eyes reddened, and memories of his youth flooded back.

This was the benefactor who changed his life.

"Master!"

"Rongbao, you've grown so much! And who is this?"

"This is the old foreigner's son, surnamed Jin, but he doesn't have a formal name yet. Quickly kowtow to the Mountain God."

After saying this, Rongbao took the lead in kowtowing and bowing, and Xiaojin also knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"No need, I will ascend to the upper realm, and we will meet again someday."

Huang Bai smiled and waved his hand, his figure slowly fading and disappearing.

Having achieved perfect merit, he ascended to the ancient temple.

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