Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 242 - 220: The Method of Rectifying Deficiencies and Implementing a New Era, Selection of the New Temple Master

Chapter 242: Chapter 220: The Method of Rectifying Deficiencies and Implementing a New Era, Selection of the New Temple Master

Of course, the Cold Chi Sword must be taken.

Being publicly rejected by Song Lin, Master Mei Hua didn’t get angry.

Song Lin wasn’t formidable enough to have people vying over him.

Mei Hua thought for a moment and handed Song Lin a Jade Talisman, instructing him to come to him for guidance if needed.

Song Lin was likely in the same group as Zhi Xin.

So young and already on the wrong path—it made Mei Hua feel quite regretful.

"Dismissed!"

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Back on Mingxing Peak, Zhi Xin said to Zhengsi, "Please report back to the Heavenly Master for me—I apologize."

"Hmph!"

Zhengsi’s face darkened, and without a word, he stormed off with a flick of his sleeve.

After the man was far enough away, Song Lin asked, "What’s going on?"

"Nothing. He had a request for me, and I refused."

Zhi Xin didn’t mention the matter of taking in disciples.

Perhaps saying it aloud would have made Song Lin unwilling.

"By the way, your New Era Technique might be useful for cultivating disciples."

"How so?"

Zhi Xin didn’t answer but turned and went back into the thatched hut, retrieving a diagram. It was a map of the human body, dividing twelve areas into twelve palaces.

Aside from the Life Palace, there were also the Finance Palace, Brother Palace, House Palace, Gender Palace, Servant Palace, Spouse Palace, Sickness Palace, Migration Palace, Official Position Palace, Fude Palace, and Appearance Palace—for a total of twelve palaces.

"Everyone’s lifespan blessings are fixed in amount. If one wishes to progress quickly on the path of cultivation, they can shift the fortunes of certain palaces to focus on cultivation."

"Which palace does cultivation belong to?" Song Lin asked curiously.

It wasn’t outlined which palace governed cultivation.

"Cultivation belongs to no palace—transcending the Five Elements and the Three Realms."

"Then how does one add to it?"

Song Lin asked, still puzzled.

"It’s quite simple..."

This method wasn’t unheard of before. Many magic veins contained heaven-defying techniques that led to bad fortune or even heavenly retribution.

In essence, such magic skills influenced one’s own destiny.

The Art of Divination carried many such techniques.

The Ghost King Dharma Lineage even more so—every time a Ghost King was cultivated, a significant cost was invariably paid, whether voluntarily or involuntarily.

"Let’s just assume there’s a Thirteenth Palace, the Cultivation Palace. Using the New Era Technique, we alter the fate structure... Stay and assist me in deducing it."

Zhi Xin said.

"Thank you, Master."

Song Lin was just eager to learn a thing or two.

"You’re welcome—fifty thousand dharma coins!"

"Fif... fifty thousand?"

Song Lin gritted his teeth but still agreed.

If this magic skill could be deduced successfully, it would be an enormous boon to the Taoist Temple.

Song Lin stayed there for another ten days.

Within those ten days, Zhi Xin conducted billions of deductions.

He discovered that some fortunes could not be converted—only specific types of luck could be shifted.

Each palace contained various categories, and only by utilizing these categories could fortune be transformed into cultivation luck.

Soon, Zhi Xin handed Song Lin a booklet.

On its cover, a large title was inscribed.

"Thirteen Palaces: The Three Deficiencies and Five Drawbacks Changing Era Method"

The Three Deficiencies were Blessing, Status, and Longevity; the Five Drawbacks were Widowhood, Solitude, Orphanhood, Isolation, and Disability.

Those who practiced this method were certain to lack some of these in exchange for rapid cultivation progress, enhanced comprehension, breakthrough capabilities, and more.

This method was best suited for individuals like orphans without attachments.

"Master, matters call me back to the temple. I’ll take my leave."

Song Lin left with the booklet in hand.

This journey had consumed half a month, yielding a Cold Chi Sword of a thousand years.

Altogether, Song Lin now possessed three top-rank spiritual artifacts: the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, the Coiled Dragon Jade, and the Cold Chi Sword.

Of the three, the Coiled Dragon Jade was closest to the level of a Dao Artifact.

With sufficient consumption of Beast Bone Demon Pills, it would one day reach the pinnacle of Dao Artifact quality.

Song Lin traveled through the clouds as the scenery on both sides rapidly receded.

Another half-month passed.

No anomalies were detected in the story world.

Half a month ago, the Taoist Temple began a recruitment drive.

Moreover, for the first time ever, they recruited from eight different counties and surrounding prefectures.

Besides those who arrived on the first day, people continued streaming in.

Due to the narrow paved stone road, coupled with Song Lin’s strict standards, the large-scale recruitment gradually approached its conclusion.

On Xuanke Temple, the mountain.

Shi Yinhua and others observed the crowds on the mountain slopes.

The numbers had dwindled to less than half of what they were ten days ago.

Another two or three days, and the process would be complete.

Whoosh!

A beam of light flashed.

Song Lin’s figure appeared among the group.

"Temple Master!"

"Master Song!"

Shi Yinhua and the other high-ranking members, along with the seven temple masters, all bowed in greeting.

"How many have joined?" Song Lin inquired.

"The servant quota is already full; the Taoist disciple count is still short by about thirty."

This time, Song Lin’s goal was a thousand Taoist disciples for the temple.

In the past, this would have been a massive strain—a single county could never support so many people.

Unless they used the "gu raising" method, casually recruiting people and letting the survivors emerge as talents, thus avoiding the waste of resources.

But things were different now. With land spanning eight counties, they could fully sustain those numbers.

Song Lin glanced at the temples on the left, which housed the Taoist disciples and servants, while the right side was designated for the Taoists and administrative operations.

"Alright, carry on."

Song Lin sat at the dharma altar’s main seat.

He and the others watched as mortals struggled to climb the stairs below the mountain.

At that moment, Qinghong of the True Demon Temple stepped forward and suggested, "Master, the True Demon Temple lacks people as well. Should we recruit a few too?"

"Indeed, Master, we can even select from the servants."

"No need—choose from the Taoist disciples," said Song Lin.

If the burden became too great, they could cultivate talents within Xuanke Temple itself.

Song Lin summoned Gu Yuchan and Yan Jiuge.

"Tomorrow, instruct Zhuu Shan and Shan Hai to report to the jungle for formal approval of their ascension as temple masters—take the Thunder Department personnel with you."

Song Lin said.

It wasn’t necessary to keep cultivation talents confined to the Taoist Temple.

The best way to grow a magic vein was not to hoard individuals but to delegate responsibility outward, granting significant autonomy.

Such practices were something Song Lin had once learned from major corporations in his past life.

Any major project always branched out into independent companies, reducing constraints and allowing for focused development.

On the paved stone road, a young man was climbing arduously. Sweat soaked his back, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Though slow, his pace was steady, step by step, and he ended up surpassing many who had initially moved faster.

This man’s name was Xiao Xuan, originally the son of a merchant, whose family was destroyed after being targeted by an Evil Path cultivator.

On the run, he heard of a Taoist Temple recruiting disciples, so he journeyed long and hard to arrive at this place with the crowd.

His body was exhausted, feeling as if a gust of wind could knock him over. But with sheer determination, he climbed step by step.

All because of the hatred burning in his heart!

To his knowledge, the one responsible for his family’s ruin was Zhao Wuji, a high-ranked cultivator in the Taoist Temple Jungle of Meilin County, with a formidable level of cultivation.

Only by stepping into the path of cultivation could he avenge his shattered family.

Soon, Xiao Xuan passed the Taoist disciple examination and became an insignificant Taoist disciple in the temple.

There was no legendary tale of a vengeful soul being recognized in a trial and rising to the top by winning over powerful figures.

The Taoist Temple’s recruitment concluded swiftly.

"Master, there are now three thousand servants and one thousand disciples. Among them, the geniuses..."

Shi Yinhua was about to report but was immediately interrupted by Song Lin.

"I don’t want to hear about it. Handle it yourselves."

The Taoist Temple’s talent system was already well-developed, and Song Lin didn’t have high demands for the number of geniuses.

In the days that followed, the temple grew busier.

So too was Song Lin, as he accumulated liturgies for many Advanced Taoists and Qi Cultivating Taoists, while also overseeing the inauguration ceremonies for Gu Yuchan and Yan Jiuge.

The Taoist Temple was a Descendant Temple, and personnel appointments didn’t require jungle approval—just reporting and registration sufficed.

Word of the two new temple masters’ succession reached Fire Cloud.

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Zhao Wuji was furious.

"Daoist! Song Lin is too audacious! He must be eliminated, or else where will your authority be?!"

"No worries—he only has eight temples; there are still fifteen left."

Fire Cloud remained expressionless, then suddenly let out an ear-piercing laugh.

"If he can do it, why can’t we? Replace all fifteen remaining temple masters with our own bloodline—then let’s see how he dares to contend with us!"