A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

A skinned snake—no, half a skinned snake—frightened not only the Chilong but also the Chuanshanjiang.

They fished the half-eaten spicy snack out of the lake and stared at it with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

"Boss, you said you were a snake before you became a dragon... Could this snake... be your relative? Judging from its body... it should be about my age..."

The dragon ignored it, filled with worry.

"You've only been around for five hundred years, you might be my great-grandfather..."

Chilong glanced sideways at Chuanshan.

"You're taking advantage of me?"

Chuanshan's expression changed, and he trembled.

"Brother, my admiration for you is as boundless as a surging river..."

Chilong looked at the sky but couldn't find the Taoist priest's third eye. He was somewhat distracted, without any certainty, and his heart was uneasy!

"White Dragon Horse..."

"here I am!"

A deep, muffled sound came from the sky, the same familiar formula, which put Chilong at ease.

"You two should divide the body of the thousand-year-old serpent cultivator. Don't waste it; wasting it is shameful..."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Master!"

Chuanshan was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly, sincerely and earnestly worshipping him.

Chilong relaxed and tentatively asked, "Daoist... this is... a thousand-year-old snake cultivator, it didn't come from Fanyu Lake, did it?"

"No, why are you asking that?"

Chilong quickly said, "I thought it was a relative of mine, so it's alright..."

The dragon originated from Fanyu Lake. Since this thousand-year-old snake cultivator did not originate from Fanyu Lake, then there's nothing to worry about. It has no blood relation to me, so I can rest easy.

Remembering how the Taoist priest killed a giant snake by the river, and even said he killed his own cousin in an attempt to extort money from the Taoist priest, it seems he's tired of living...

Thinking back on it now, I break out in a cold sweat!

"Big brother, you go first!"

The mountain-climbing creature will be prepared to be a subordinate, and only in this way can peace prevail for ten thousand years.

He had just said one sentence when he muttered to himself, "Wait... Brother, you were a snake before you became a dragon..."

Just as the dragon was about to take a bite, it froze and asked, "What? You've already asked that once."

The pangolin tentatively asked, "This is also a snake. You... can you eat it?"

Chilong sneered: "What are you trying to say? That you don't eat your own kind? Heh, that's something for humans to hear. I'm not human, so what does it have to do with me?"

With a loud "whoosh," it took a big bite into the plump middle part.

His mouth immediately filled with saliva.

Seeing the dragon begin to eat, the mountain-climbing creature also opened its jaws and took a big bite. The two of them, as if in a competition, took turns eating, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

The Records of Strange Things in the Nine Provinces states: There is a strange snake in Fanyu Lake. It transforms into a dragon after obtaining a lotus. The dragon is ferocious and cannibalizes its own kind.

Convinced that the Imperial Advisor's master would come, Zhang Zhengdao returned home with peace of mind.

When I passed by the winery, I didn't go in for a drink.

He was just passing by when Sister Gui saw him, came out from behind the counter, grabbed Zhang Zhengdao's sleeve, and asked, "Master, do you keep your word?"

Zhang Zhengdao: "Of course it counts. Have you thought it through?"

Sister-in-law Gui: "I've made up my mind. I've been thinking about this since you left. Anyway, Xiaohua is going to marry you and become the mistress of the house. I'll be the cook in your Taoist temple, so we can look after each other. If you ever mistreat Xiaohua, I'll settle the score with you. I'll chop you up with two kitchen knives..."

He then made a gesture as if he were chopping off a head.

They looked like fierce and menacing demons.

Zhang Zhengdao cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, thank you. Let's go, let's go to the town hall and get the written agreement done. You can move in tomorrow."

Seeing Zhang Zhengdao's anxious expression, Sister-in-law Gui looked at him with some suspicion.

"You swear you had no other intentions..."

Zhang Zhengdao: ...

"Sister-in-law Gui, I'm going back to the Taoist temple now. Goodbye!"

After Zhang Zhengdao finished speaking, he made a hasty escape.

Being a widow for so long makes everything seem tainted. Did my face scream "I can't wait!"? If it weren't for the consideration of using people I had a good relationship with, people who weren't greedy, and people who wouldn't gossip... why couldn't I ask other people's wives, aunts, or older women?

I really wanted to tell her—you're overthinking it.

Zhang Zhengdao returned to the Taoist temple, and Hu Yunying prepared a meal.

His words revealed his dissatisfaction with the disciples and elders.

"Take your eldest disciple for example. He's not very old, but he's a picky eater. Yesterday, he wouldn't even touch the fish soup I made. Look at Lan Ying, she drank three big bowls of soup, and Xiaoyaozi even ate two big bowls of rice soaked in the fish soup. And that... youngest disciple Yang Shengtian, anyone who didn't know better would think he came from a wealthy family. Isn't he just from the Demonic Sect? He really thinks he's living a life of luxury..."

Zhang Zhengdao corrected: "They are indeed living in luxury."

Hu Yunying said angrily, "Can't you teach them a lesson?"

Zhang Zhengdao: "I don't like fish soup either."

Hu Yunying:...

Zhang Zhengdao comforted her, "Don't worry or get upset. Everything will be fine by tomorrow. There are more people in our temple now, and you're practically one of my family members. You can't always be the cook. I've invited Sister Gui from the winery to be our cook... From now on, you can rest assured and be your concubine."

Hu Yunying exclaimed in astonishment: "Master... am I useless now?"

A sense of loss suddenly welled up inside me.

Zhang Zhengdao said, "Of course you're useful. Come to my room tonight, and I'll impart the true essence of Tao Te Ching to you..."

Upon hearing this, Hu Yunying blushed and lowered her head, whispering, "What kind of 'immoral scripture' is that?"

Zhang Zhengdao corrected her: "It's not 'the true scripture of immorality,' it's 'the true scripture of morality,' don't misunderstand."

Hu Yunying:...

Whether it's a moral classic or an immoral one, it's still a true scripture. And every true scripture has its corresponding group of people and its corresponding effects.

The underground palace also contains scriptures, but they are used to help the dead find peace.

Even if you perform a ritual to help the dead, it won't make a difference, because apart from Shu Baimei herself, all the other souls in this world are just projections of a form of energy.

Just like the laughter of the women in this underground palace, it was nothing more than the residual energy of some kind of magic. The female corpse's roar instantly swept it away by the wind and rain.

Nothing is left.

There was also a hairy zombie that Shu Baimei had pressed down in the coffin.

Unable to bear Shu Baimei's mockery, the zombie became enraged.

"rich--"

When those two words came out, even the long-haired zombie felt as if it had evolved, because it could now make sounds while holding its throat.

Upon hearing those two words, Shu Baimei perked up, glanced around, and then angrily demanded, "Where's the money? Where's the money? There's not a single penny here..."

"come out--"

The zombie inside the coffin was extremely anxious, and all that could be heard was the "thump-thump" sound of it being rammed.

Shu Baimei lightly touched the ground with her toes and floated down, landing in front of the coffin.

As soon as the person jumped down, the coffin lid flew up with a loud "bang," tumbled several times in the air, and landed on the ground with a huge impact.

A dark shadow rushed out of the coffin.

Turning my head, I saw Shu Baimei.

"Roar--"

A skeletal, bony, and tall-boned zombie, dressed in a crimson dragon robe and wearing a crown, opened its mouth wide and roared at Shu Baimei.

Shu Baimei quickly retreated.

I hadn't brushed my teeth in a thousand years, and I almost choked to death on that breath.

"You jerk—"

Shu Baimei was furious and turned to look at the female corpse: "Sister, help!"

The female corpse was ruthless and didn't say much; she charged straight in and started fighting.

Before the hairy zombie could react, the female corpse rushed forward and let out a sharp shriek.

The sound waves instantly formed a whirlwind that swept towards the hairy zombie.

"call--"

The long-haired zombie's hair suddenly straightened back, and its crown and dragon robe were torn to shreds by the wind, leaving not a single piece behind.

The long-haired zombie was instantly reduced to a withered corpse, with one withered leg stretched forward and the other leg kicking backward to block the whirlwind impact of the female corpse's howling.

Shu Baimei quickly took a closer look.

While the zombie was busy resisting the whirlwind, he drew his longsword and tapped his penis with the tip, which immediately made a slight "crack" sound as if a bone was being broken.

"what--"

The hairy zombie let out a scream.

The female corpse was stunned for a moment, not expecting the hairy zombie to react so strongly. Upon hearing the sound, the whirlwind immediately stopped, and the hairy zombie staggered back several steps.

He covered his body with a coffin.

"Shameless!"

The sound was almost a roar from his throat, hoarse and slurred.

Shu Baimei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Explain quickly.

"No, I just touched it lightly, and it broke at the base... I'm so sorry, why don't you set it yourself?"

"Bah! You're nothing but a maidservant!"

The long-haired zombie was filled with shame and indignation, and blurted out a string of curses!