Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 53 The Foundation of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, The Phoenix Seed as a Divine Bird

The Miao village was unusually lively.

People come and go on the mountain road; almost all the villagers from the surrounding villages are heading here.

Some carried patients on their backs, some used crutches, and some even carried bamboo beds. They crowded together in a huge crowd, all coming to see Master Huang, who was said to cure the plague.

The news that Huang Bai had cured smallpox spread throughout the nearby mountain villages. Many people were initially skeptical, but after witnessing a dying patient come back to life after drinking the talisman water, they no longer had any doubts.

Moreover, Huang Bai performed talismans to cure diseases without charging a single penny.

This alone was enough to make the mountain people, who had endured so much hardship, revere him as a god.

"Master Huang, please accept my bow!"

Someone who had just recovered from an illness knelt down with red eyes, kowtowing until his forehead bled.

"Master, this is a garment my mother sewed for you by hand. You must accept it."

"The Taoist priest is a deity descended to earth; he saved the lives of our entire village!"

Huang Bai and Wu Along stood side by side on the high ground, with a sea of ​​black heads stretching as far as the eye could see below.

Wu Along smiled so broadly that all the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and he shouted to maintain order.

"Don't push! Everyone, don't push!"

"There's plenty of talisman water, take your time, don't fight over it!"

Even now, he still finds it hard to believe that Huang Bai could suppress such a deadly plague as smallpox with just a few talismans and a few pots of water.

He wondered if he had stumbled upon the reincarnation of the Medicine King Bodhisattva.

Huang Bai stood on the high ground, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd below.

The people who came were not only Miao people, but also many Han people.

What's more troublesome is that several neighboring villages with old grudges against each other have also come.

They've fought tooth and nail over water, hunting grounds, and mountains in the past, and now that there are more people, old grudges have resurfaced.

"I was here first!"

"Why should the people from Wupo Village be put first?"

"Our men were injured by them last time!"

Pushing, shoving, cursing, shouting—it was a complete mess.

Seeing that the conflict was about to erupt, Wu Along's face turned pale, and he was so anxious that cold sweat poured down his forehead.

If a fight breaks out at this critical juncture, it won't just be a few patients who die.

"Listen to me, everyone, don't argue!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs for a long time, but with the crowd in disarray, no one was listening anymore.

Just then, Huang Bai spoke up.

"quiet."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The crowd, which had been shouting and shoving, suddenly fell silent.

Huang Bai stood on the high place, looking calmly at the crowd.

"From now on, no matter which village or hamlet we are in, we must live in harmony."

"I plan to build a temple to the Heavenly Way here. In the future, any disputes over fields, water sources, or hunting grounds will be mediated by the temple to the Heavenly Way."

The moment these words were spoken, the area below fell silent.

A moment later, Wu Along was the first to react, and he suddenly stood up and shouted:

"Baoping Village, support Master Huang!"

Immediately afterwards, someone else spoke up.

"Lujiazhai supports this!"

"The entire Huangfeng Village supports this!"

"We'll listen to our master!"

Soon, influential people from the surrounding villages and hamlets stepped forward to express their agreement.

Huang Bai's prestige is currently at its peak; everyone knows he's not just capable, but can truly save lives. Anyone who dares to disagree at this time would be going against all the mountain people.

A conflict that was about to erupt was thus suppressed.

Of course, Huang Bai also knew in his heart that this was only a temporary suppression of the situation.

If we really want these places to be completely stable, we still need to rely on water conservancy, farmland and regulations to gradually straighten out the fundamental contradictions.

But in any case, the foundation of the temple has already been established.

"Popular support is valuable."

Looking at the crowd below echoing his sentiments, Huang Bai couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

With his healing talisman water, if he really wanted to cause trouble, he could easily raise an army comparable to the Yellow Turban Rebellion, let alone a Miao village.

However, his ambitions lay elsewhere.

What he wanted was the thousand-year-old elixir from Ping Mountain, the path of external alchemy, not worldly competition.

Soon, families and villages began to claim their share of the temple repair work. Some contributed timber, some contributed stones, some contributed manpower, and some even contributed grain and cloth as payment for labor.

By the afternoon, construction on the Tiandao Temple had officially begun.

At dusk, the dense forest was deep and secluded, bathed in countless rays of light.

Huang Bai and Wu Along walked along the stream.

In the distance, a towering mountain stands.

Huang Bai stared intently at it.

The mountain is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped like an inverted treasure bottle. It is surrounded by cliffs, as if cut by a knife and axe, and the passage to the top of the mountain is almost invisible.

"Wow, that's amazing. The whole mountain is a feng shui formation."

Huang Bai was secretly alarmed.

"Master Long, this should be Ping Mountain, right? What is the origin of this mountain?"

"Yes, I've heard adults say since I was little that this is where emperors of past dynasties refined elixirs. The residual medicinal aura on the mountain makes snakes, insects, and rodents very vicious."

"When I was a child, some brave hunters would go up the mountain in teams, but they still haven't found any remains. Legend has it that there is a man-eating corpse king in western Hunan."

Wu Along still feels lingering fear when he talks about this mountain.

Under the sunlight, Ping Mountain is shrouded in a faint, seven-colored mist.

This is no ordinary mist, but the residual essence of cinnabar from past dynasties, which can even harm the soul.

"This mountain is extremely dangerous. Let's explore it together when Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle arrive."

Huang Bai thought to himself.

The world of Ghost Blows Out the Light has a deeper worldview involving immortals and gods, making it a world that is terrifying to contemplate.

The two arrived at a house at the foot of the mountain.

The male homeowner, who was wearing a headscarf, immediately stood up to greet Huang Bai when he saw that Huang Bai had arrived.

"Village chief, the shaman has arrived? Rongbao, quickly catch the chicken and kill it! We'll entertain our two benefactors."

The man had a rugged appearance and seemed like a formidable individual; he was very enthusiastic towards his savior.

"Alright!" The dark-skinned boy went out with a kitchen knife in his hand.

giggle!

The rooster inside the coop crowed loudly.

"Hmm? Such a strong yang energy." Huang Bai was taken aback.

The rooster seemed to possess a spirit; upon hearing that it had been killed, it immediately crowed angrily.

Huang Bai walked into the courtyard and saw a magnificent rooster being kept in a chicken coop.

Its feathers are multicolored, its comb is as red as blood, and most peculiarly, its pupils stand upright, its gaze is like lightning, and it seems to be able to emit light.

As the child approached with a knife, the rooster crowed even louder, and snakes, scorpions, and centipedes from the woodpile and under the shade of the trees scattered and fled, not daring to linger for a moment.

"Wait, this chicken must not be killed!" Huang Bai said, stopping them.

"Alright, alright, Master doesn't like chicken, so we won't kill it." The mountain dweller was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

"What a magnificent phoenix-like divine bird!"

Huang Bai approached to examine it closely. He observed that the chicken's claw-like beak was brimming with yang energy, and its eyes could see in the dark. Its surging blood and qi were probably immune to all poisons.

"Hey buddy, how do you usually feed this chicken?"

The mountain dweller scratched his head sheepishly and said, "I didn't feed them much. I just let them outside to drink some spring water. It's strange, though, that these chickens only eat grass and not insects."

"Drinking from mountain springs and consuming spiritual herbs, he secretly follows the cultivation path of the immortals. No wonder he has the appearance of a phoenix," Huang Bai thought to himself.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the legendary Angry-Eyed Chicken.

Indeed, it was exceptionally magnificent.

Huang Bai, seeing the chicken, was delighted and offered to buy it.

"No, no, no, Master, you're being too harsh." The man quickly waved his hand, "You saved my son's life. Let alone a chicken, you can take it if you like. I can't possibly take your money."

Huang Bai said a few words, but the other party absolutely refused to accept it.

Wu Along, standing to the side, shook his head and couldn't help but speak up:

"Rong, name your terms. Do you still want your master to owe you a favor?"

Upon hearing Wu Along's words, the male homeowner cautiously began to propose his conditions.

"Master, I don't want money, I just... could Rongbao stay by your side and learn skills?"

"Rongbao won't cause any trouble. He can do laundry, cook, chop firewood, and gather herbs. Master, just consider him an obedient farmhand. Come here and kneel down before Master."

The male head of the household patted his son's head. In his opinion, his master had extraordinary abilities, and even just being by his side and absorbing some of his divine energy would ensure a life of comfort and abundance.

The boy knelt down, bewildered.

"Hey, you're really good at taking advantage of people's opportunities."

Wu Along smiled helplessly; he still wanted his descendants to follow Huang Bai.

"Okay, sure."

Huang Bai glanced at the boy named Rong Bao; the temple happened to be short of a handyman.

The child seems quite clever, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep him around.

"Thank you, Master."

After a simple dinner, Rongbao, carrying the chicken coop, obediently followed Huang Bai and left the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain as darkness fell.

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