Yinshan Record

Chapter 172 Nine Netherworld Reincarnation
I smell very good.

Su Che looked suspiciously at the white-robed young man who was staring at him for a while.

Am I being teased?
"I'm so sorry, I've offended you a lot."

The young man in white was a reasonable person. He clearly realized that he had misspoke and bowed to Su Che and the shopkeeper to apologize.

"I'm the kind of person who likes things and just goes for it. Sorry, sorry."

You're still teasing me.

Su Che realized what was happening and said, "Watch out for my Nine Yuan Soul-Shattering Secret Arrow..."

"What did you say?"

The shopkeeper flew into a rage. Although the art of skin-painting was a minor skill, it represented almost everything that this short, ghostly shopkeeper possessed.

The white-robed young man saying his product was no good hurt him more than killing him.

"These painted masks in your house look alright, but they're too craftsman-like," the white-robed young man commented, shaking his head.

"It's passable in the Central Plains, but compared to the painted faces of Rakshasa Sea and Buyun Pavilion, it lacks a unique charm."

The young man in white looked at the shopkeeper and said, "The selection displayed here is indeed dazzling, but what a pity, what a pity..."

He shook his head and pulled a scroll from his sleeve.

"This is a painting I bought from Luochahai seven or eight years ago, and I gave it to the shopkeeper."

Rakshasa Sea.

The short, ghostly shopkeeper swallowed hard.

That was arguably the top merchant group in the East China Sea, no, the top merchant group in the world. They produced only forty or fifty painted skins each year, and each one was a masterpiece that cultivators from all over the world coveted.

The short-legged ghost shopkeeper was confined to a corner of the Yin-Yang realm. He had only heard of the Rakshasa Sea, so how could he have ever seen the real thing?
Seeing the scholar in white take out a scroll, his attitude immediately softened.

"This this……"

He smiled humbly, "I can't accept that..."

"Ah, it's rare to meet a like-minded person here."

The scholar in white, quite generously, tossed the scroll directly into the hands of the short, ghostly shopkeeper.

"You still have room for improvement. If you study hard in the future, you might even surpass those people in the Rakshasa Sea."

"My friend," Su Che looked at the white-robed young man and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Leaving aside the air of power and wealth, the inexplicable sense of familiarity is also not worth mentioning.

How did this arrogant attitude develop?

"What's your surname, sir?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward Su Che and asked with a smile.

"No need for formalities, Zuo Lengchan."

Su Che offered his disguise without hesitation.

"never heard of that."

The young man in white frowned and shook his head, but then immediately asked with a smile.

"Is the young master married?"

"This……"

"Never mind, they're just minor details." The young man in white said very sincerely, "Young Master Zuo, I felt an instant connection with you the moment we met."

As he spoke, he took off a jade ring from his wrist and placed it in Su Che's hand.

"I have other things to take care of this time, so I'll give this to you first and come back to you when I'm done with this."

After saying that, he took a deep sniff, chuckled, patted Su Che on the shoulder, and then turned and left.

Su Che was left standing there, staring blankly at the jade ring in his hand. Is this the benefit of selling one's looks?
He looked at the mutton-fat jade ring in his hand; it looked very valuable.

"The customs of the people in your Yin-Yang realm..." Su Che carefully considered his words, "are indeed quite unrestrained."

Taigong Chong shook his head: "He should not be a person from within the realm."

The cunning ghost messenger's face stiffened slightly: "Young Master Zuo, I have a feeling something big is about to happen..."

The young man in white walked onto the bustling main street of Wuyin City, while the monk Mulian sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands clasped together.

The surrounding ghosts were bustling about, but they all seemed not to see the two of them.

"Mulan, you said you just sensed something, what did you gain?"

Master Mulan shook his head.

"I just sensed a familiar presence; the Nine-Page Golden Book might be nearby."

He wasn't telling the truth.

Mulan had just sensed a trace of aura, the very essence of the Lingjiu Temple lineage.

This made him somewhat curious. Could it be that another highly skilled person from Buddhism had already arrived in this Yin-Yang Dharma Realm?
"What are you doing now?"

Mu Lian looked at the white-robed young master before her: "Young Master Yun, the overall situation is of utmost importance. We really cannot afford any further complications at this time..."

"Nothing, I just saw a very interesting guy."

Yunlu smiled and said, "At first I thought he was a dragon, so I went over to take a look."

"Oh, which department is he in?"

"Neither, he's just a very interesting person."

Yunlu stood with her hands behind her back.

"How are you doing here?"

"With Young Master Yun's assistance, everything is settled on my end."

Mu Lian let out a long sigh and said, "Let's see how the Yin-Yang Dharma King responds."

"The Yin-Yang Dharma King created the Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Method, which is why he can maintain his clarity and prolong his lifespan in the underworld by constantly reincarnating, even though he is only a fourth-rank being."

Yunluo looked at Mulian and said, "The foundation of this Nine Nether Reincarnation Technique is the Yin-Yang Realm. The Venerable One directly attacked the Yin-Yang Realm, forcing it to show itself, which can be described as cutting off its fuel supply."

“Namo Buddha,” Master Mulian said, looking at the surrounding city, “This world has its own laws and regulations, a very strict system. It’s difficult.”

“I’ve heard my father say that this Yin-Yang Dharma Realm doesn’t seem to have been created by the Yin-Yang Dharma King.”

"The Dragon Lord's vision and knowledge are admirable. Creating one's own realm is the most superior supernatural power in the world, and those who can accomplish this are all top-level experts."

Master Mulan said to Yunluo, "I also heard the Pure and Immaculate Buddha say in Lingjiu Temple that the Yin-Yang Realm originally came from the Black Emperor, one of the Five Emperors of the Five Directions."

"The Five Emperors of the Five Directions!" Yun Luo exclaimed in shock, "The Yin-Yang Dharma King is actually a remnant of them?"

"Back then, the Xuanmen planned to establish a Heavenly Court to rule over the four directions. Although the plan failed, it still left a lasting impression. Moreover, the idea of ​​establishing a Heavenly Court was indeed far-sighted. Even though the Five Emperors of the Five Directions failed back then, there are still many in the Xuanmen today who want to replicate their actions."

Master Mulan continued, "For example, aren't the Huangtian and Shenxiao sects still unable to forget each other?"

"I heard that Huang Tiandao and the others seem to be..."

"The Yellow Heaven Daoist has already led his elite forces across the void to besiege the Mighty and Fearless Heavenly Demon King in the depths of the outer realm." Mu Lian said to the Dragon Girl, "The Divine Firmament Dao has also sent out all its elite forces. Otherwise, this humble monk would not have come to this Yin-Yang Realm."

As Master Mulan spoke, she took out a small crystal bottle from her sleeve. The bottle was crystal clear and looked like ice.

Inside the vase was a drop of viscous liquid, no bigger than a fingertip, with facial features floating on its surface. It seemed alive, constantly bumping against the vase wall.

Mulan chanted a mantra and removed the yellow seal that was covering the mouth of the vase.

The viscous liquid transformed into a faint black mist that diffused into the drizzle in the Yin-Yang realm.

(End of this chapter)