Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 206 - 192: Immortal Xinn Gongping, Underworld Envoy

Chapter 206: Chapter 192: Immortal Xinn Gongping, Underworld Envoy

Before Song Lin could think carefully, a dizzy sensation suddenly hit him.

Song Lin opened his eyes and found himself lying on a straw-covered ox cart, under the magnificent starlit sky.

"So beautiful!"

The stars shone brightly, like a bright mirror hanging high.

No matter which world, the moon remains eternally unchanged.

Song Lin surveyed his surroundings, with dark and deep forests on both sides, insects chirping piercingly, and an elderly driver sitting at the front of the cart.

The driver turned his head, grinned, and said, "You’re awake, sir? The bandits did not catch up. Rest a while longer, we’ll soon reach Luoyang."

"Alright."

Song Lin closed his eyes, and a series of memories surged forth.

This body is named Song Lin, and the dynasty in this world is called the Tang Dynasty.

The historical details slightly differ from the previous life, but overall it’s much the same.

Song Lin is from Chang’an, orphaned from a young age, and raised by his uncle Song Jie, the Prison Chief in Wannian County.

In this previous life, he was quite ambitious, passing the imperial examination in the eighth year of Yuanhe.

Due to his exceptional talents and aligning with the Emperor’s vision for reforming maladministration and pacifying vassal towns, he was awarded the title of Hanlin Scholar.

In the twelfth year of Yuanhe, he was framed due to factional strife in the court, and exiled to serve as County Magistrate of Yangwu County.

In the fifteenth year of Yuanhe, he was recalled by the court to Chang’an for reappointment.

Now, on his way to Chang’an, initially accompanied by many attendants, they encountered bandits on the road, leaving only one driver to accompany him.

Song Lin lay on the cart, squinting and sensing the information in his mind.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Core Formation Stage

Taoist Cultivation: 102 years.

Divine Skills: Cloud Seal Mysterious Characters Jade Scripture, Innate Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Generalization True Technique, Taiji Xuanzhen Heavenly Master Seal Scripture, Heavenly Repairing Demon Seed Skill, Innate Eight Diagram Array, Six Yang White Gold Divine Thunder, Taiji Thunder Escape True Technique...

Endowments: [Emperor Seal][Qi Control Six Voids][Moon Cultivation Great Witch][Golden Crow Yang Pattern]

Items: Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, Temple Emperor Seal, Emperor’s Coiled Dragon Jade, Heavenly Demon Stomach, Nine...

Fortunately, the realm and strength have also been carried over.

Typically, the upper limit in such worlds is exceptionally high.

There might even be experts of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Song Lin could easily fly to Chang’an, but being new to this place, he decided to be cautious, avoiding any troubles.

After all, he was uncertain of the reality of this world.

"Now it’s the time of Emperor Xianzong; if guessed correctly, it should be the story I have in mind."

During the mid-to-late Tang Dynasty, vassal towns were divided, wars incessant, making it the era when strange stories and myths were most popular, with immortals and demons revealing their miracles.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed, and the sky poured down torrential rain.

There was a small shop ahead where the two decided to take shelter from the rain.

The ox cart was tied outside, and upon entering the shop, a wave of warmth rushed over.

The decorations were simple, with only an old shopkeeper present.

"Guest, are you stopping for a meal or staying the night?"

"Both, let’s eat something first, a little wine, and a few dishes."

"Alright!"

Soon, the shopkeeper brought up the wine and dishes.

"Please enjoy your meal, guest."

The inn wasn’t large, with only two tables, and beside them sat a strange-looking green-robed guest.

Whoosh!

The door was pushed open again.

Two well-dressed gentlemen entered with four attendants, their clothes soaked.

"Waiter, bring the wine!"

A burly man with whiskers shouted.

He looked at the two tables and finally decided to share a table with the green-robed guest.

The burly man bowed to the green-robed scholar, smiling: "Forgive the intrusion, brother. I am Xinn Gongping, and this here is Cheng Shilian. May I ask your esteemed name?"

"Wang Zhen!"

After a round of introductions, they drew Song Lin’s attention.

"Xinn Gongping... It really is him!"

As he suspected, this world originates from the story "Immortal Xinn Gongping" from the "Mysterious Record."

This story is from the Tang Dynasty, narrating Xinn Gongping’s encounter with an underworld envoy escorting the Emperor "Ascending Immortal" during his return to the capital. "Ascending Immortal" means ascending to the heavens.

The story is eerie and terrifying, leaving a lasting impression.

Unlike ordinary stories, it coincidentally aligns with the timeline of Emperor Xianzong being assassinated by a eunuch, hinting at usurpation. Anyone compiling the Mysterious Record would certainly omit this Chapter.

The protagonist of the story is Xinn Gongping, and this Wang Zhen is the underworld envoy.

In a few days, Wang Zhen will take Xinn Gongping to Chang’an to witness the Emperor ascending.

Song Lin wanted to blend in and see for himself what this world was really like.

During this period, there were many treasures such as the Qin King Mountain Chasing Whip, Emperor’s Snake-Slaying Sword, Upper Pure Pearl, Golden Light Bean, Ten Thousand Poison Sand Sea, Poison Spear, and other ancient evil weapons.

There were also Alchemy, soldier disbanding, Immortal Cultivation, and other magical veins.

Song Lin had read many Tang Dynasty supernatural stories and was quite familiar with them.

With this in mind, Song Lin invited the other standing attendants to sit down.

This made them acquainted with one another.

When Wang Zhen noticed Song Lin, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t see through the reality. He only thought it felt somewhat abrupt.

Hearing that Song Lin was also a scholar, Xinn Gongping’s eyes lit up.

"You are returning to the capital for duty. Surely you’ll rise swiftly."

"I dare not say that. Being allowed to return to Chang’an is already a great fortune."

After a round of toasting, everyone was impressed by Song Lin’s profound knowledge.

Xinn Gongping, drunk and hazy, sighed:

"Everyone says, ’Heaven creates all things; only I am the most spiritual.’ The Confucian texts also describe man as a sentient being. Yet, I cannot know what I will eat tomorrow; is this truly spirituality?"

"No need to be like this, Brother Xinn. Destiny is uncertain, and no one can foresee it. Before the Imperial Decree arrived, I too didn’t know I would have the chance to return to the capital."

They lamented together.

Besides Wang Zhen, Song Lin and the others were all officials, powerless in the face of such a corrupt world.

"Perhaps I know," Wang Zhen remarked. "A person’s fate is no more than predestined by heaven. Tomorrow, you’ll stay at the Wang and Zhao residences and eat liver soup, fish maw, and lamb stew."

They exchanged smiles, not believing it, thinking these were merely drunken words from Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen did not argue, and the night passed without further words. The next day, Wang Zhen had vanished.

Song Lin, Xinn Gongping, and the others, traveling the same route, set off together for Chang’an.

Thus, Song Lin blended into Xinn Gongping’s group.

Over the following days, Wang Zhen’s predictions were completely verified.

They indeed stayed at the Wang and Zhao residences, and the food was exactly as Wang Zhen described.

Even Song Lin, who anticipated this, was amazed.

This divination skill was truly formidable.

Speaking of which, he wondered if Yuann Tiangang existed in this world. If all else failed, having a lineage would still be beneficial. Yuann Tiangang’s feng shui was unparalleled in the world.

In the evening, they once more encountered Wang Zhen.

In the night, Wang Zhen, this green-robed stranger, appeared increasingly mysterious and unfathomable.

"Do you all know who I am?"

"Certainly someone practicing in the mountains," Xinn Gongping replied.

"No, I am the underworld official escorting the Emperor Ascending Immortal," Wang Zhen said.

They were all startled.

An underworld official coming to escort the Emperor Ascending Immortal—wasn’t this sending the Emperor to the heavens?

"Is there no one besides you for this celestial ascension?" Song Lin inquired.

Others didn’t know, but Song Lin was asking knowingly.

Armored Soldiers stood surrounding them, numbering five hundred, with a golden-armored general leading.

These individuals appeared expressionless, pale, with eyes fixed upon them.

As ordinary eyes couldn’t see them, Song Lin pretended not to notice.

"There are 500 Armored Horses as well, and one general. I am an advisor to the general."

"Where are they?" Xinn Gongping asked.

"They’re all around, invisible to the naked eye."

Xinn and Cheng felt a shiver of cold fear.

Suddenly, Wang Zhen turned into blue smoke and vanished.

The next day, Huayin County.

At night, everyone was in a drunken stupor.

"The Emperor’s Ascension is a momentous event. Would you two like to follow and see?" Wang Zhen suddenly spoke, inviting them.