With his heart full of questions, Zhang Qilin slowly got up and left the small Daoist temple.
Meanwhile, Daoist Yimei was still holding the plaque, incessantly recounting his future grand ambitions.
"Old Hu, I think Boss will probably not wake up tonight. Shall we sleep first? No, let's start cultivating too."
As Fatty spoke, he began setting up his tent by himself.
Hu Bayi glanced at Zhang Tian, then nodded. Since Zhang Tian was cultivating, they had no intention of disturbing him.
"Little Master Zhang, I didn't expect him to be a Daoist, and to be able to cultivate in such a place."
Xie Yuchen's voice carried a hint of respect. After all, being able to cultivate in such a place required considerable psychological resilience.
Moreover, Xie Yuchen felt a sense of satisfaction, as he had finally lifted a veil from Zhang Tian's mystery.
Even though it was just a sliver, Zhang Tian no longer seemed as enigmatic.
Little did they know, Zhang Tian was now finding it difficult to stop cultivating.
Once one immersed themselves wholeheartedly, it was hard to stop unless a bottleneck was encountered.
"As expected of the complete version. It not only contains Yin-Yang Daoist arts but also significantly enhances formation capabilities."
"If I possessed the Art of Zhou Gong's Divination now, my fortune-telling skills would surely reach another level."
Zhang Tian thought, and at this moment, he felt an even greater urgency for another divination technique.
Then, with the combined power of both techniques, his lifespan would be greatly reduced.
However, for now, Zhang Tian only wanted to finish reading the complete version of the Art of Qimen Dunjia before inquiring further about Daoist Yimei.
Also, why had he been resurrected? Or had his soul been hiding here all along?
Zhang Qilin stood at the doorway, his gaze fixed on Zhang Tian.
With a hint of confusion.
He had always wondered why Zhang Tian possessed the Qi of the Qilin. Was it inherited? Yet, he had no memory of such a person.
Meanwhile, in Fatty's dream.
"Feifei, how are you? Feeling any better?"
Fatty was using his plump hand to massage Princess Wang's shoulders.
Princess Wang's appearance had not yet recovered due to her severe injuries.
Fatty didn't mind. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog.
"To recover now, a Ghost Pill is essential, and I need at least two."
Princess Wang's voice was tinged with worry.
She knew that even one Ghost Pill was difficult to obtain, let alone two.
With Fatty's abilities, she didn't know how long she would have to wait.
"Don't worry, Fatty Lord! No! This Emperor will definitely consider it for Empress!"
Fatty said with a serious expression.
Clearly, Fatty had a rather unusual dream that night.
Time passed quickly.
The next day.
As it was winter, and it had snowed recently, there was no sun at all.
In the morning, Daoist Yimei entered with a solemn expression.
"Ahem, everyone, it's time to get up."
Daoist Yimei poked the tent with a small wooden stick.
Fatty slowly poked his head out of the tent.
He looked very much like a tortoise.
"Hehe, Master, do you still have that medicine? Fatty Lord, no, this disciple would like to ask Master a favor, could you get this disciple a pill too?"
Fatty said with a smile, instantly transforming into a shameless warrior.
"What? You're sick? Want medicine?"
"This is a Daoist temple, not a clinic. You need to go down the mountain for medicine."
Daoist Yimei replied immediately.
Fatty: "****"
Was he really selectively forgetting things?
At this moment, Zhang Tian also opened his eyes.
"I feel like my cultivation has reached a bottleneck. Breaking through might be a bit difficult."
Zhang Tian murmured, frowning slightly. He had been stuck here for many days.
"What? Little Tian needs Master's help?"
Daoist Yimei quickly took out a pill.
"This is an Advanced Qi Gathering Pill. It's a gift for my good disciple to break through."
Saying this, Yimei voluntarily took out a pill and generously handed it to Zhang Tian.
Fatty: "???"
Fatty was now starting to suspect if this guy was doing it on purpose.
Zhang Tian took the pill and examined it carefully. Indeed, this pill seemed to have a stronger medicinal effect than the ones he had obtained before.
"As expected of an advanced one, it should be equivalent to five of the others."
Zhang Tian thought, and without hesitation, put the pill into his pocket.
"By the way, my handsome and dashing Master Yimei, do you have any Ghost Pills?"
Zhang Tian looked at Daoist Yimei, uttering a few words that went against his conscience.
"Ah, disciple, this is the first time you've praised your Master. I am very pleased. As for that pill, I don't have any left. I prepared it specifically for my own cultivation to condense my strength."
As he spoke, Fatty and Zhang Tian visibly showed their disappointment.
"However, I know where to get it, but it's a bit dangerous. We need to recover our strength first."
Daoist Yimei said, and Zhang Tian finally had the opportunity to ask about why the Daoist temple had become this way.
"By the way, why has the Daoist temple become like this?"
"I looked at the formations outside, and it seems they were never activated."
Zhang Tian's voice was low as he looked at the Tianshi formation outside.
Daoist Yimei's expression turned somber upon hearing this.
He sighed.
"Since we're on the subject, I'll tell you about the Daoist temple."
He spoke as if recalling past events.
"Many years ago, we passed through this area and found that the mountain had heavy Yin and demonic energy. I immediately decided to govern this place."
"Because we didn't have many people at the time, we had no choice but to recruit disciples widely from the village."
"After recruiting the disciples, we established this Daoist temple on Qingfeng Mountain to suppress the demons on this mountain."
"For the first few years, it was fine. We could still suppress those demons. However, I don't know who spread rumors that immortals lived on the mountain. Gradually, the villagers in the village began to worship weasels."
"Gradually, they absorbed too much incense offering, and the distance between us grew smaller. And at that time, something happened."
He sighed again.
Hu Bayi, Zhang Tian, Zhang Qilin, and the others listened intently.
Perhaps this could explain why the weasels on this mountain were so powerful.
"At that time, it was the period when the weasels were becoming spirits. We planned to mobilize the entire sect to eliminate those weasels directly, but we didn't expect someone within the Daoist temple to betray us."
"At the critical moment, the Tianshi Sword was damaged, and half of it was stolen, leaving only one half. This prevented us from executing our strongest techniques and activating the formations, thus we were at a disadvantage."
"In the end, all the disciples in the temple were killed by the attacks of those weasels. And the people or figures you might have seen might have been made from the human skin of our disciples."
Daoist Yimei's voice trembled as he spoke.
Zhang Tian was stunned.
He had wondered why human-skinned weasels kept emerging from the tomb.
So, those were Daoist priests from the Daoist temple?
But those weasels didn't have the clothes of the Daoist temple?
"You also died there?"
Zhang Tian asked again.
"No, I used a secret technique and survived. I returned to the Daoist temple. Due to my severe injuries and the theft of my sword, all I could do was expend my remaining lifespan and cast one last divination."
As Yimei spoke, Zhang Tian finally understood the rest of the story.
Yimei cast his final divination, predicting their arrival. Afterward, he arranged all the spirit tablets and other items, then sat beneath the prayer mat, enduring with great difficulty.
He waited for their descendants to arrive.
As for why the Daoist temple was so severely damaged, it was naturally caused by those weasels. And the final spirit tablet remained upright at the top because Yimei had not completely died.
"By the way, I have something here. I'm not sure if it belongs to the Daoist temple."
Zhang Tian said, pulling out the Tianshi sword, which was now only half intact.
In an instant, the air seemed to fall silent.
Daoist Yimei's eyes widened like copper bells.