Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 54 Cultivating Talismans in Golden Light Mountain, Refining Immortal Elixir in the Temple of

The Miao village is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, and now there is a newly built stilted house.

The building is three feet off the ground, supported by dark stone pillars. The tall wooden building stands between the mountain wind and water vapor, which is both stable and exudes the ancient charm of a mountain temple.

This is the Tiandao Temple.

Unlike the palaces, temples, and monasteries commonly found in the Central Plains, it was built according to the local architectural style.

The stilted houses are built off the ground, which can keep out snakes, insects, rats and ants, and also prevent dampness from damaging the beams and wood.

There are no statues of gods in the temple, only a shrine, which is dedicated to the Heavenly Dao of this world.

Inside the temple, Rongbao was so busy he barely had time to breathe.

He first cleaned the front and back houses, then went outside to fetch water. It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that he wiped his sweat and returned to the shade to rest.

In the shadows stood a woman in a white dress. Her face was ashen, and her figure was translucent; at first glance, it was clear she was not alive.

Looking to the side, the Yaksha, with his shackles in hand and a fierce face, stood there like a malevolent god guarding the temple.

Rongbao, however, was already used to it. He respectfully bowed and greeted the two guardian ghost soldiers, then picked up a book of Chinese characters and began to memorize them diligently in the corridor.

Lingzhu sat cross-legged not far away, slowly exhaling incense smoke. When he saw that there were words or phrases he did not understand, she would occasionally offer a few words of guidance.

When Rong Bao first saw these people, he was almost scared out of his wits. Later, after Huang Bai told him that they were the guardian soldiers of the Heavenly Dao Temple, he gradually calmed down. Now that he spends every day with them, he has even gotten used to them.

In the backyard, Huang Bai was squatting on the ground, watching the magnificent rooster pecking at the herbs.

The herbs were sprinkled with a fine layer of Jin Gong Mu Mu Wu Zhi Dan powder, which Huang Bai had specially prepared for them.

"Just as I thought."

Huang Bai watched as the Angry Sun Chicken pecked vigorously, finally confirming his suspicions.

He had previously fed the Angry Sun Chicken ordinary herbs, but the chicken was clearly uninterested and lacked energy; even its crowing seemed weak.

Later, Huang Bai reconsidered and realized that the problem was probably not with the chicken, but with the medicine.

The Angry Sun Chicken, a spiritual bird, prefers not ordinary herbs, but rather the lingering scent of cinnabar from the Ping Mountain area.

Rongbao's father spent many years collecting herbs on the outskirts of Ping Mountain. The herbs there were more or less imbued with the essence of elixir, which is why this chicken looks so extraordinary.

Having considered this, Huang Bai simply started his own furnace and refined a batch of pill powder to test it out.

The result was indeed the right treatment.

"Giggle giggle..."

The Angry Rooster let out a low crowing, its voice like muffled thunder rolling in its throat. Its bright red head rubbed against the yellow and white trouser leg, and its eyes even revealed a hint of ingratiation.

"They're quite perceptive."

Huang Bai reached out and patted its neck.

From now on, I'll call you Golden Crow.

The rooster crowing at dawn inherently signifies the division of day and night. A rooster crowing in the heat of the moment has a majestic sound, carrying the aura of the rising sun; its claws and beak can shatter the soul, and its internal energy and blood are impervious to all poisons.

Ultimately, this is no longer an ordinary bird or beast, but an extremely rare divine bird seed.

Taoist priests who exorcise evil spirits raise roosters, and folk sorcerers raise black dogs, all valuing the yang energy they possess that can counteract evil. But Huang Bai has never seen anything as magnificent as the Angry-Eyed Rooster before.

"Coo coo coo!"

The Angry Sun Chicken flapped its wings and jumped a few times, it's unclear whether it understood the name.

Huang Bai pointed to the wooden basin in the corner.

"Don't poop anywhere else in the future, just poop in there."

The Angry Sun Chicken is a treasure trove; even its droppings have hemostatic and detoxifying medicinal properties, so Huang Bai naturally wouldn't let it be wasted.

And so, Huang Bai settled down in western Hunan.

On ordinary days, he would either perform talismans to cure illnesses, mediate disputes between villages, or organize people to repair roads, divert water, clear ditches, and widen paths.

As time went on, people from all around gathered around the Tiandao Temple, and Huang Bai, the "Master," became a truly influential figure in the area.

Although he has no official title, his word is law.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are rugged and difficult to traverse.

The forests here are deep and the roads are treacherous. Snakes, insects and wild beasts often lurk along the way. Even the most experienced hunters dare not easily take unfamiliar mountain paths.

Throughout history, no matter how many troops came from outside, once they were trapped in these mountains, they might not have fared well.

On this day, under the shade of the ancient path, three figures were walking unhurriedly.

The leader was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a handsome appearance, his hair tied in a bun, and a calm and heroic air about him.

Two people followed behind. The man had curly hair and looked different from people from the Central Plains, somewhat resembling a foreigner. The woman had bright, lively eyes and was very pretty and well-behaved.

"Senior brother, is what we're looking for really here?"

Looking around at the desolate mountains and fields, Hua Ling couldn't help but ask a question.

Partridge Whistle's gaze was calm, and his steps never faltered.

"have no idea."

"But the clues have led us here, and since we're here, we should investigate further."

This man was none other than Partridge Whistle, the leader of the Mountain Moving Clan, accompanied by his junior brother Old Foreigner and junior sister Flower Spirit.

The three, the last descendants of the Zaglama tribe, have been burdened by a curse for generations. They travel far and wide, venturing into tombs and raiding graves, not for wealth, but to find a treasure that can break the curse on their tribe.

"It is said that there is a tomb of a Yuan Dynasty general in the Ping Mountain area."

"This man plundered Jiangnan during his lifetime, killing countless people and accumulating countless treasures. If the Muchen Pearl is indeed found, it is most likely related to this kind of place."

Partridge Whistle wasn't entirely without confidence about this trip.

Ping Mountain was originally a place where ancient alchemists refined elixirs. If General Yuan really obtained some treasure from the mountain, it is not impossible that he brought the Muchen Pearl with him.

Just then, a green-eyed jackal suddenly sprang out of the forest, baring its teeth and growling, revealing its ferocious nature.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding grass rustled, and several more wolves pounced out, using the terrain to their advantage to rush straight at the three of them.

"Be careful!"

The old foreigner had barely uttered a sound when Partridge Whistle had already drawn his German Mauser pistol from his waist.

Gunshots rang out in succession.

boom! boom! boom!

With a flash of fire, the lead wolf tumbled and crashed into the bushes. Before the others could even get close, they were all shot through vital organs, their corpses scattered all over the ground.

Throughout the entire process, Partridge Whistle's steps remained perfectly steady, as if he were strolling leisurely along a mountain path.

Over the years, he has traveled all over the country and entered countless strange tombs. The corpses, evil spirits, and poisonous insects in those tombs are far more powerful than these few jackals.

Moreover, he had already consumed many spiritual herbs from the mountains and elixirs from tombs, making his physique far superior to that of ordinary people. He dared to fight even giant zombies up close, so wild beasts were naturally no match for him.

Partridge Whistle looked up at the sky, then put his gun back in his pocket.

"It's getting late. Let's find a family to stay with and also find out what's going on at Ping Mountain."

This place is strange.

Even the wild animals in the mountains are fiercer than elsewhere.

Before going into a tomb, if you don't understand the surrounding situation, you might die in the mountains without even knowing how you died.

As dusk falls, the setting sun glows like molten gold.

The rolling mountains were draped in a light golden veil, and the distant mountain, shaped like a treasure vase, appeared even more eerie in the twilight.

As the three of them walked along the road, another figure appeared by the roadside, its shadow stretched extremely long by the setting sun.

The newcomer was dressed in a yellow robe, with a hairpin in his hair, and carried a basket of herbs on his back. He looked calm, as if he had just returned from gathering herbs in the mountains.

"Senior brother."

The old foreigner's eyes changed slightly, and he became secretly on guard.

Those who travel the world should avoid encountering old people, women, monks, or Taoists on their journeys.

Those who travel alone through desolate mountains and wilderness are most likely not good people.

Partridge Whistle's gaze sharpened, and he bowed first, speaking:

"To pluck the stars, one needs the hand of Kui Xing; to move mountains, one need not move Everlasting Victory Mountain; what is burned is Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious Incense; what is drunk is the water of the Five Lakes and Four Seas. I am Partridge Whistle, may I ask who this person is?"

Huang Bai stopped and glanced at Partridge Whistle a couple more times.

This is Shirley Yang's maternal grandfather, the renowned Mountain Moving Leader.

Indeed, his blood and energy were abundant, and his spirit was strong. You could tell from his posture alone that he was a skilled martial artist.

Huang Bai hesitated for a moment, then replied:

"Having visited the mountains, I arrived at Mount Penglai, where auspicious purple clouds abound. Of the seventy-two famous mountains in the world, only this one radiates golden light. On Mount Penglai, talismans are practiced, and in the temples of immortals, elixirs are refined. I am Huang Bai, may I ask what brings you three here?"

Upon hearing this, Partridge Whistle's eyes flickered slightly.

The method this person described was something I had never heard of before.

"The three of us were passing by and wanted to find lodging at the foot of the mountain to gather some more information."

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