Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 51 The Wrath of Xiangxi, the Inner Elixir

After the zombie war ended, the ghost messengers escorted the remnant souls back to the underworld.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the yellow and white figure gradually faded away and disappeared into the depths of the night sky.

Ah You and Qian Hao stood there, stunned for a long time.

What was happening before their eyes was far beyond anything they had ever known before.

After a long while, Ayou slowly exhaled and said in a low voice:

"Could this... signify achieving perfect merit and ascending to heaven in broad daylight?"

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that someone could just disappear into thin air like that.

Qian Hao stared at the direction where Huang Bai had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"The Taoist priest's origins have always been shrouded in mystery."

"Perhaps he was originally a deity sent down from heaven."

Ayou did not refute these words.

He simply raised his hand and patted Qian Hao on the shoulder, his voice lower.

"Take good care of the Heavenly Dao Temple. The talisman veins left by Huang Bai are a path to heaven."

After saying this, a hint of melancholy crept into his expression.

The story has ended.

Ultimately, we all have to return to our own lives.

Before leaving, Ayou and Qianhao went to Tiandao Temple together to pack up all the things that needed to be packed.

……

Inside the ancient temple, Huang Bai returned carrying the Five Elements Array Plate and a pile of miscellaneous items.

As the Heavenly Decree returned to its rightful place, the ancient temple slowly began to light up again.

Huang Bai first put down what he was holding, then looked up at the incense table.

The altar was set with an incense burner and a terracotta warrior altar, making it look more presentable than when it was completely empty.

This time, there was another item next to the incense burner.

It was an incense stick, its fragrance ethereal and strange compared to the other incense sticks on the altar.

"This is……"

Huang Bai reached out and picked up the incense stick. He focused his mind and quickly understood what was going on.

"The incense offerings gathered at the Heavenly Temple in the zombie world?"

A clear message came from the incense.

【Incense for Spirit Summoning】: Light this incense and communicate with the lower realm before the flame burns out.

Without much thought, Huang Bai lit the incense to invoke the spirits.

……

The zombie world.

Inside the Tiandao Temple, Ayou packed his luggage, and Qianhao changed into the temple's Taoist robe, looking much more mature and composed than when he first arrived.

Ah-you stood before the incense table and lit the last stick of incense for the ancestral tablet.

"Huang Bai probably won't be coming back."

"From now on, you and Xiaobai will be responsible for guarding this temple together. He values ​​you both very much."

Qian Hao stood to the side, nodding earnestly.

"We will definitely defend it well."

Ah-you inserted the incense into the burner and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly noticed that the wisp of smoke did not dissipate, but slowly stopped above the memorial tablet, condensing and not dispersing.

The two stopped at the same time.

Soon, the wisp of smoke began to slowly wriggle, eventually outlining a human face in mid-air.

The worshippers in the hall were taken aback at first, and then someone exclaimed in surprise.

"The gods have appeared!"

"May the gods above bow in reverence to those who offer incense!"

"Isn't that Master Huang? Has Master Huang become an immortal?"

Chaos erupted in the temple in an instant.

Some older pilgrims knelt down and kowtowed on the spot, while others stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Many more young people reacted even faster, taking out their phones to take pictures and posting them to social media platforms immediately.

Amidst the wisps of smoke, the face became increasingly clear, revealing a yellowish-white appearance.

"Huang Bai?" Ayou blurted out, "Where are you right now?"

He already had a guess in his mind, but he still wanted to hear Huang Bai say it to him in person.

From within the blue smoke came a yellow and white voice:

"I have ascended to the upper realm."

"Ah You, we'll have to rely on you to take care of Tiandao Temple from now on."

"The Upper Realm..." Ah You's heart warmed upon hearing this, and a hint of envy appeared in his eyes. "What exactly is the Upper Realm like?"

Who among those who cultivate the Tao doesn't harbor the thought of ascending to immortality?

Huang Bai paused, then could only give a vague reply:

"A bizarre and wonderful world full of opportunities."

He couldn't very well tell the truth and say that he was now staying in an ancient temple that allowed him to travel between different worlds.

Seeing that more and more worshippers were gathering around, Qian Hao simply closed the temple door a little to block the people peeking in from outside.

The group chatted for a few more minutes through the smoke, and Huang Bai took the opportunity to explain the tasks of drawing talismans and guarding the temple.

As the incense gradually burned out, the face formed by the smoke faded away little by little.

"Goodbye."

The yellow and white voice finally faded, its echo still gently reverberating in the hall, while the blue smoke had completely dissipated.

This strange phenomenon quickly spread on social media.

The various claims about the miraculous appearance of the Heavenly Temple, Huang Daozhang's ascension to immortality, and the manifestation of human faces in the blue smoke have become increasingly outlandish and widespread.

As time went by, Qian Hao gradually learned the lineage of talisman techniques left behind by Huang Bai.

Later on, this originally inconspicuous little temple gradually became the most famous temple in Hong Kong.

……

Inside the ancient temple, Huang Bai emerged from that mysterious state of perception, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"not bad."

The first time he used the incense, the effect was better than he expected.

Huang Bai glanced at the incense table, a sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

Later, temples were erected in other worlds as well, and with the accumulation of incense offerings, who knows what other kinds of incense offerings would be created.

Over the next few days, Huang Bai focused all his attention on the Maoshan magic talismans.

In the center of the ancient temple, Huang Bai opened his mouth and spat out an inner core, which flew out and slowly rotated in mid-air.

Since the formation of the Terrace of Soldiers and Horses, the Yaksha and the Inner Elixir have been intentionally separated by Huang and Bai.

This inner core became the core of the talismanic arts, and it was perfect for making various attempts.

Huang Bai unfolded the Maoshan magic talisman, and strands of golden light immediately separated from his inner core, slowly enveloping the talisman.

After a moment, a flame-like pattern slowly emerged on Dan's body.

"It actually worked."

Huang Bai's eyes lit up.

"The inner alchemy can actually simulate the energy of the talisman."

A talisman is a "key" created by a deity of a particular lineage. Different keys can unlock different methods and attract the power of heaven and earth from different systems.

He doesn't need to become an apprentice to anyone; he can use it directly.

With this in mind, Huang Bai opened the book recording Maoshan talismans and continued to ponder it.

The talismanic arts of Ayou's lineage consist of six pairs and twelve types, most of which are mutually restraining.

"Yang talisman against Yin talisman, Yin fire against Yang fire, a thousand-pound weight against a ten-thousand-pound support, a fixed stone against a wet stone, flying blood against a fixed acupoint, a ghost-suppressing talisman against a ghost-casting talisman..."

Huang Bai nodded repeatedly as he watched.

The approach to Maoshan talismanic magic is indeed interesting.

For example, the Stone Fixation Technique makes one's feet firmly stuck to the ground; while the Wet Stone Technique makes one's feet slippery and unable to stand steadily.

It may seem trivial, but when it comes to a real battle of wits, these are often the things that are most troublesome.

Using the yellow paper preserved in the ancient temple, Huang Bai continued to try drawing talismans.

The biggest advantage of talismans is their convenience. Once drawn, they can be carried around, which is equivalent to storing the spell in advance.

The downside is that if one's spiritual cultivation is not deep enough, the magical power within the talisman will not last long. No matter how many are drawn, they will eventually become ineffective.

Therefore, at this stage, Huang Bai does not plan to draw too many at once, only enough for his needs.

In his spare time, he would also summon the twin ghost soldiers to keep him company and relieve his boredom.

And so, some time passed without anyone knowing.

The celestial edict on the incense table suddenly lit up again.

A new line of text slowly appeared.

[Travel to "Candle in the Tomb: The Wrath of Time" to complete the crafting of the Millennium Elixir]

"The Wrath of Xiangxi?"

Huang Bai stared at the line of words, and his mind quickly recalled some memories.

This is a story from the Republican era.

Not to mention Hu Bayi, even Hu Bayi's grandfather was just a child.

The two most prominent figures of that era were Chen Yulou, the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction, and Partridge Whistle, the leader of the Moving Mountain faction.

Bottle Mountain, poisonous insects, ancient tombs, giant zombies, monsters, corpse kings...

That place is no benevolent place.

Huang Bai didn't remember the whole plot clearly, but he knew that Ping Mountain was extremely dangerous and that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it had swallowed up thousands of lives.

However, he was more concerned about something else.

"Ping Mountain is said to be the place where ancient emperors refined elixirs."

"If there are any remaining alchemical relics there, we could learn from them."

Magic is ultimately an external art.

The true foundation of Huangbai lies in external alchemy.

"Alchemy..."

As Huang Bai read those two words aloud, a hint of interest slowly surfaced in his eyes.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated.

The talisman transformed into a stream of light and returned to his body.

The next moment, the yellow and white figure disappeared from the ancient temple.

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