Eternal Life Begins with Taking a Wife

Reincarnation of an Immortal (2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Sword, come!”

Then, Shen Ping closed his fingers, and all the vitality contained in the Dao bone gathered at his fingertips. He quickly drew a talisman sword in midair and slashed down fiercely at the huge tree stump.

Boom.

Facing the talisman sword condensed from more than 300 years of cultivation, the Black Demon Baleful Qi resisted stubbornly, but it was still worn down bit ’ by bit. The moment the effect of the Stabilize Body Curse disappeared, there was not much Black Demon Baleful Qi left on the surface of the tree stump. “No, no!! I can’t accept this!!” The Mountain God roared crazily and rushed towards Shen Ping, wanting to fight to the death.

“Junior Brother Ling Zhen, be careful!”

Yin Shu also broke free from her restraints and stabbed over with the jade sword. Without the protection of the Black Demon Baleful Qi, the mountain god could not block the power of the jade sword at all. When it was half a foot away from Shen Ping, it was torn apart by the jade sword.

“I can’t accept this.”

The talisman sword had completely fallen and cut the tree stump into pieces.

The mountain god looked down at the jade sword on his body in a daze. His Yin body slowly dissipated. Ever since the incense was condensed into a deity position, he had experienced five hundred years of cold and heat. During this period, he had protected the merchants and travelers of Little Lotus Seed Mountain conscientiously and protected the people of the mountain from the infection of demons and ghosts, causing the wind and rain around the mountain range to be smooth. Yet in the end, he could not even obtain a proper imperial court conferment.

Now, all his efforts were in vain.

“In the end, it was all for nothing.”

With his remaining remnant consciousness, the Mountain God completely disappeared from the world.

Yin Shu heaved a sigh of relief and quickly walked forward. She asked worriedly, “Junior Brother Ling Zhen, are… are you alright?” Shen Ping waved his hand. “I’m fine, but how are Senior Sister Yin Shu’s injuries?”

Only then did Yin Shu realize that she was still naked, and her delicate face turned extremely red. “Junior Brother Ling Zhen, quickly turn around. Don’t look.”

The corners of Shen Ping’s mouth twitched. He thought to himself that he had seen everything he needed to see. He could even see the most secretive place. What was the use of being shy now? However, he still turned around and took off his Daoist robe before throwing it to Yin Shu. “Put it on.”

He went not far away and took off the Daoist robes of the other Ling Yin Temple disciples to change into.

Yin Shu put on her Daoist robe and lowered her head. “Junior Brother Ling Zhen, you, you…”

Shen Ping said casually, “I didn’t see anything just now. As for my strength, please keep it a secret for me.”

Yin Shu blushed and nodded. “Junior Brother Ling Zhen, I promise you that I won’t tell anyone. This is a secret between us.”

Shen Ping smiled. He was actually not worried that the other party would tell anyone. With more than 300 years of cultivation and the talent of a strange beast, he was not afraid of anyone coveting him. “I wonder how Martial Uncle is doing. Let’s go over and take a look.”

“Yes, yes, Martial Uncle.”

Upon hearing this, Yin Shu ignored the corpses of her fellow disciples and ran down the tunnel to the ground.

When the two of them arrived at the entrance of the Tiger Demon Cave, they saw Yin Zhu and Ling Wu lying on the ground. The cave entrance had also collapsed. Not far away, there was the corpse of a twenty-foot-tall tiger. “Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle!”

Yin Shu quickly ran to Yin Zhu’s side. When she saw that his skin was charred black, tears immediately flowed down her face.

Shen Ping came to Ling Wu’s side and stretched out his hand. His aura was thin, and he immediately injected vitality. After dozens of breaths, Ling Wu’s aura stabilized, but he was still unconscious. Furthermore, there were traces of black demonic aura corroding his body.

He expel it, then he walked over to Yin Zhu.

‘Junior Brother Ling Zhen, please save my Martial Uncle.” Yin Shu pleaded. Shen Ping placed his palm on Yin Zhu’s body. The other party’s aura was completely gone, but under the inspection of his true spirit, he could sense a trace of weak vitality in his Dao bone. If it was an ordinary mortal, they would basically be powerless to reverse the situation. However, Yin Zhu was a Daoist with 300 years of cultivation. As long as there was still a trace of vitality, he would be able to survive.

Without hesitation, he replenished his vitality.

Five minutes later, the vitality of Yin Zhu’s Dao Bone circulated on its own, and the withered magic power in its body gradually recovered. A wisp of aura slowly rose under his nose.

“Martial Uncle!”

Yin Shu cried tears of joy.

Shen Ping said, “Senior Sister, Martial Uncle Yin Zhu’s injuries are extremely serious. You should quickly bring him back to the temple to recuperate. Don’t delay.”

Yin Shu nodded repeatedly. She carried Yin Zhu on her back and looked at Shen Ping. “Junior Brother Ling Zhen, it’s all thanks to you this time. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for me and Martial Uncle to survive. Yin Shu will not forget this favor.”

She handed the jade sword to Shen Ping. “This is a jade sword Dharma artifact bestowed by my master. Take it. If you come to the Ling Yin Temple in the future, you can look for me anytime.” She took a few steps. She then turned around and said, “By the way, I won’t forget the secret between us. I’ll use the excuse of the Companion Spell in regards to the Mountain God.”

He looked at the receding shadow.

Shen Ping’s eyes narrowed slightly. He did not expect this delicate female Daoist priest to be the reincarnation of an immortal. To be able to do this, she must have been at least an Earth Immortal in this world in her previous life, and an Earth Immortal should have grasped a trace of the Great Dao laws of heaven and earth.

If I have sex with her, I wonder if I can obtain the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth?”

The round pearl and smooth jade that he had seen before subconsciously appeared in his mind. He shook his head suppressed his distracting thoughts He brought Martial Uncle Ling Wu back to the Daoist temple.

A few days later, the six patriarchs had solemn expressions in the blessed land below the Ancestral Hall.

“I’ve checked. It’s indeed Black Demon Baleful Qi. How can such a sinister thing appear in a small Lotus Seed Mountain? Even in the Netherworld Region, Black Demon Baleful Qi is very rare.”

“Fortunately, Ling Yin Temple sent Yin Zhu. Otherwise, Ling Wu would have been doomed this time.”

“Although there might be some unexpected situations when the gates of hell open, it’s impossible for there to be any Black Demon Baleful Qi. There must be a mastermind behind this matter, and it might even be related to the struggle in the imperial court.”

“It’s a matter of great importance. I think we should discuss it with the Patriarch of the Ling Yin Temple.”

“That should be the case. However, before that, let’s inform the Shanyang City God to temporarily close the Gates of Hell.”

Just as Changling Temple was about to inform the City God, Shanyang City God’s Nether Division was destroyed by a faction in the Netherworld. The City God Temple collapsed, and the City God and the Nether Division were all destroyed.

This made the Patriarch of Changling Temple sense danger. He immediately ordered the mountain to be sealed and all disciples to return to the temple. They were not allowed to go out unless there was something important.

Almost at the same time, the prefecture capital and other county cities under the jurisdiction of Ling Yin Temple were all attacked. Other than the City God in the prefecture capital who survived, the remaining county cities were all destroyed. For a moment, the Ghost Gate was completely opened. Yin qi soared into the sky, and even the ghosts in the day did not dissipate.

“Troubled times, troubled times!” Inside the temple, Ling Wu, who had woken up, briefly asked about the situation that day and sighed repeatedly. “Now that the City God’s Nether Division has been destroyed, it’s difficult for the dead ghosts to enter the Netherworld. It’s very easy for them to condense their Yin bodies and become evil ghosts. If we don’t send people to clean them up, it will cause irreparable consequences.”

The Temple Master of Chang Ling said helplessly, “How could I not know? But the Patriarch is worried that this is just a trap. The other party’s true goal is our Changling Temple. At this juncture, we can only endure it.”

Don’t worry. Ling Yin Temple has other Daoist temples. They have a strong foundation and are not easy to deal with. They will definitely have a way to deal with it. Let’s wait for the opportunity.”

Another four months passed just like that.

Mount Daliang, where the Changling Temple was located, was filled with Yin Qi. Every night, the roars of demons could be heard across the mountain range Ghosts and wolves wailed in all directions. However, the Daoist temple was isolated by spells, making it difficult for demons and ghosts to approach.

In the herb garden wooden house, after the purple qi that rose from the east disappeared, Shen Ping ended his daily morning cultivation. His true spirit checked his Dao bone. There were already 500 circles of patterns on it. This meant that he had officially stepped into the level of 500 years of cultivation. If he applied to the Imperial Court, he would be conferred the title of a Perfected Person. Not only would he enjoy his salary, but he would also be exempt from taxes.

“After descending to this world for nearly two years, I finally have a certain level of self-preservation.”

A Perfected Person with 500 years of cultivation was enough to build a Daoist temple on a small mountain range and recruit disciples. If they traveled, they would be welcomed in any Daoist temple. Mountain Gods, River Gods, Dragon Gods, and others would also welcome them warmly.

“Junior Brother Ling Zhen, Junior Brother Ling Zhen, hurry to the Ancestral Hall.”

“On my way.”

The herb garden was not in the Daoist temple. This was also the reason why Shen Ping was willing to come here to guard it. Without being under the Ancestral Master’s nose, he could use his talent to devour and cultivate.

He tidied up. He quickly walked to the ancestral hall of the Daoist temple. Just as he crossed the threshold, he saw a familiar figure. It was the delicate and pretty Yin Shu.