Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 59 Walking Between Yin and Yang, a Taoist Master

While the Angry Rooster was fighting the monster with the others, Huang Bai had already fallen down into the dark well.

The well was cold and deep, its walls covered in moss, and the air was filled with an old and strange medicinal fragrance. Huang Bai's feet sank, and he landed steadily on a huge bronze three-legged, two-eared alchemy furnace.

"There really is an alchemy furnace."

He looked around, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This alchemy furnace is not placed alone at the bottom of the well, but rather subtly echoes the terrain of the entire Bottle Mountain.

Drawing in the pure air from the mountain peak above and the yin water from the earth's veins below, the well chamber, stone platform, and alchemy furnace are connected as one, resembling a magical artifact that borrows the power of the mountains and rivers.

"Truly sophisticated alchemy is indeed not as simple as setting up a furnace and lighting a fire to boil medicine."

"Terrain, feng shui, yin and yang, water and fire—none of them can be missing."

Just as burning blue and white porcelain requires waiting for mist and rain, refining elixirs also requires waiting for favorable weather conditions.

Huang Bai jumped down from the alchemy furnace and reached out to lift the lid.

Thick dust billowed in, stinging the eyes. The furnace was completely empty; not even a few dregs remained, let alone any pills.

"It seems the item was taken a while ago."

Huang Bai's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly made a judgment.

This alchemical furnace in the well dates back to a very early period, most likely left behind by alchemists from the Qin and Han dynasties. Later, a general from the Yuan dynasty discovered this place, presumably seeking immortality, and forcibly took away this thousand-year-old elixir.

However, those pills were mostly not complete elixirs, but rather semi-finished products.

Instead of granting the general immortality, it turned him into the Corpse King of Western Hunan.

Thinking of this, Huang Bai raised his hand and made a hand seal, causing a cold wind to rise around him.

The twin ghost soldiers and the yaksha appeared simultaneously and stood behind him.

"Go and clean up the surrounding area."

"Whether it's snakes, insects, rats, or any other filthy creatures, don't let them bother me."

"Yes."

Three shadows silently disappeared into the darkness. Soon, chilling sounds of tearing and flesh tearing came from all around the well.

Huang Bai didn't even lift his eyelids.

Whether they are those people above or those insects at the bottom of the well, since they have chosen this path, they should be prepared to throw their lives away here.

His willingness to cooperate does not mean he has to cover for everyone.

Huang Bai bent down and picked up the bamboo slips scattered on the stone table by the well, gently blowing away the dust.

These bamboo slips, soaked in some unknown medicinal solution and buried here for hundreds or even thousands of years, show no signs of decay whatsoever, and the writing on them remains clearly legible.

"By offering sacrifices to the stove god, one can obtain resources; through these resources, cinnabar can be transformed into gold; and when this gold is used to make eating utensils, it can prolong life..."

Huang Bai read a passage aloud in a low voice, his gaze immediately falling on the signature at the end.

Li Shaojun.

"Li Shaojun?"

"The alchemists of the Han Dynasty during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han."

In historical records, this man was a notorious swindler who fooled Emperor Wu of Han with his magic and mystical talk. He claimed to have met An Qisheng and was even said to have achieved immortality through corpse liberation after his death.

At present, this person may not be a fraudster.

Huang Bai continued flipping through the pages and soon found another scroll of pill formulas.

"The Formula for Mica's Immortality and Ascension."

This is the actual elixir recipe left in the tomb.

It uses mica as the main ingredient, supplemented by gold, lead, mercury, and cinnabar. The aim is to use the pure and ethereal essence of the clouds in the sky to refine an external elixir that can prolong life and lead to immortality.

Legend has it that mica is formed from the essence of clouds, and consuming it can make one as light as a swallow, able to ride the clouds and mist, and ascend to immortality.

"The method of purifying the elixir..."

This is the method of returning external alchemy to internal alchemy, which is called "returning the elixir".

Each time the Elixir is restored, it can extend one's lifespan out of thin air, accompanied by unusual phenomena.

In addition, the bamboo slips contain detailed records of the layout of the alchemy room, the location of the well and furnace, and the methods of regulating water and fire.

"That's pretty much the mission."

"The final step should fall on the Xiangxi Corpse King."

"Only by killing it and extracting its medicinal properties and the core of its corpse-dissolving mutation can this batch of thousand-year-old pills be truly refined."

Thinking of this, Huang Bai put away the bamboo slips and had Yaksha carry away all the miscellaneous items and books that could be taken with him.

"Go up."

……

Meanwhile, things were in complete chaos at the top.

"what!"

Inside the iron pavilion, screams, curses, and pleas for mercy mingled together.

Countless centipedes and scorpions crawled out from behind beams, pillars, stone crevices, and iron pavilions, covering the ground in a dark, oppressive layer, like a living tide.

Anyone touched by it will have their skin turn black instantly, then turn into a puddle of pus, leaving hardly any bones behind.

The Angry-Eyed Rooster was still locked in a fierce battle with the Six-Winged Centipede, but the situation was beginning to turn against it.

In addition to the six-winged centipede, two more helpers have appeared on the roof beam.

Those were two thick-backed black scorpions, terrifyingly large in size, with bulging carapaces like ancient pipa, their bodies pitch black, as if cast from refined iron.

As they scurried along the beams and pillars, their feet clattered against the iron frame, sending chills down one's spine.

With the three demons working together, even the mighty Angry Rooster gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Its feathers were disheveled, its comb was stained with blood, and its strength was gradually waning.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the female black pipa darted along the beam, its tail hook flipping over, revealing a gleaming, poisonous hook that aimed straight for the wrathful-looking chicken's ribs.

This attack was both swift and ruthless.

If the attack lands solidly, the Angry Rooster will be severely injured, if not killed.

call!

A dark figure pounced from the side, and in mid-air, twisted its waist and legs, kicking out an extremely fierce Kui Xing kick.

boom!

With skillful force, the black pipa was kicked off the beam and sent flying. Its armor flipped outwards, its spine broke, and it died.

The one who made the move was none other than Partridge Whistle.

After landing, he staggered back two steps, his face pale and his chest heaving, clearly indicating that the kick had taken a great toll.

Before everyone could catch their breath, the six-winged centipede swung its tail.

The wind was piercing, and the tail of the wind was like a whip, striking directly at the top of Partridge Whistle's head.

"Senior brother!"

The old foreigner's expression changed drastically, and he raised his hand to fire an arrow.

This level of interference is far from enough for the six-winged centipede.

Fortunately, Partridge Whistle was prepared. Before the old foreigner could speak, he threw out his grappling hook. The iron claw hooked onto the roof, and he used the force to swing, flying more than ten meters away by sheer luck, avoiding the tail whip.

At this moment, the situation shifts to Partridge Whistle and Angry Rooster joining forces to deal with the Six-Winged Centipede and another Black Lute.

Partridge Whistle's outer robe was torn, revealing the Hundred-Child Mountain-Climbing Soft Armor underneath.

That was the Mountain Moving Taoist's most treasured protective item; otherwise, he would have been dead long ago after those few rounds of attacks.

The rest of the people were desperately fighting off the swarm of insects.

In the chaos, Chen Yulou, carrying the Little Divine Sword, his face smeared with blood, looked increasingly grim.

He was always arrogant and had exceptional insight. He achieved success at a young age and was the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction. He was arrogant and domineering wherever he went.

When faced with a true life-or-death situation, he realized that his past confidence was utterly inadequate in the face of such a perilous tomb.

In terms of skill, courage, and ability to respond to danger, he is no match for Partridge Whistle.

"Where's the yellow and white one?!"

Luo Laowai had already panicked and was shouting repeatedly while holding his gun.

"Never mind him!"

Chen Yulou gritted his teeth, feeling a bit resentful.

What kind of master is this? What kind of supernatural power is this? What kind of tomb raider is this?

When it really comes to the point of death, the person disappears without a trace.

In that instant of distraction, a venomous centipede shot out from the side, heading straight for his face.

"Boss!"

Without a second thought, Hua Maguai lunged forward to block his way.

Wow!

The next moment, Hua Maguai's body melted rapidly before everyone's eyes, turning into a pool of pus in the blink of an eye.

"Huamaguai!"

Chen Yulou's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse.

This was like a wake-up call for him.

Seeing his trusted brothers die one by one before his eyes, the fire in his chest ignited, suppressing his fear.

He fought desperately and gradually managed to salvage the situation.

On the other side, there was a muffled thud.

The six-winged centipede's tail swept across Partridge Whistle, knocking him and his armor to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the demonic insect twisted and pounced down, its mandibles wide open, its giant jaws, capable of cutting through steel, already upon it.

"Senior brother!"

Hua Ling and the old foreigner turned pale, but they still gritted their teeth and rushed forward, wanting to shield him from the blow.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!"

Partridge Whistle, a man who never sheds a tear but always bleeds, finally panicked.

The three of them are the last bloodline of the Zaglama clan.

For twenty years, he traveled the world, risking his life, all to help his junior brothers and sisters escape that damned curse.

How could he just stand by and watch them die in front of him?

But the six-winged centipede was too fast.

Neither Hua Ling nor the old foreigner were wearing any soft armor; if they were to take this hit, they would surely die.

At this critical moment, a golden light suddenly shone from the depths of the tomb passage.

First it was a tiny point, then it suddenly exploded.

Before anyone could react, several talismans transformed into golden light and hurtled through the air.

Bang! Bang!

The golden light struck the six-winged centipede hard between its head and chest, sending it flying sideways and making the iron pavilion shake.

The next moment, electricity was generated in the empty room.

Azure lightning illuminated the entire alchemy room.

boom!

Divine lightning struck down from mid-air, its light blinding everyone, leaving only the deafening roar of thunder in their ears.

The six-winged centipede, which had been so ferocious just moments before, was pulverized into charred remains in the lightning before it could even let out a scream. Black smoke billowed up, the stench of burning flesh filled the air, and its corpse crashed heavily to the ground.

For a moment, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The poisonous insects seemed to be startled by the thunder, and they all stopped for a moment.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

In mid-air, a golden phantom slowly floated, its robes fluttering and its long hair flying. The figure seemed not to be made of flesh and blood, but rather of runic light and lightning.

That person was Huang Bai.

Chen Yulou's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He had seen many strange things in his life, but to see a living person floating in mid-air and able to raise their hand to generate thunder was not just strange, but divine.

Partridge Whistle sat half-upright on the ground, his pupils contracted, his eyes filled with shock.

The primordial spirit leaves the body, its illusory form hovers in the air, talismans rain down, and divine thunder vanquishes evil...

At this moment, all the mysteries were solved.

The Taoist priest in front of me, Huang Bai, is neither the revered master in the Miao village nor a tomb raider with shady dealings.

This is clearly a Taoist master who walks the path between Yin and Yang, visits famous mountains, consumes external elixirs, and summons gods and exorcises ghosts.

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