Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 243 - 221: Jungle Taoism, Ancient Hidden Immortal

Chapter 243: Chapter 221: Jungle Taoism, Ancient Hidden Immortal

"Fifteen Taoist Temples?"

Zhao Wuji was surprised.

Changing all fifteen temples to their own people—wasn’t this too sensational?

What if others disagreed? Would they need to kill again?

"Summon the Three Capitals and the other Four Masters."

Since the Chi Hai incident, Fire Cloud had imposed strict control on Jungle leadership.

Not only did they fill the vacant positions of the Five Masters with their own people, but they also replaced a large batch of the Eighteen Heads.

Those replaced were suspected of voting for Chi Hai. Following the principle of "better to kill the wrong than let them go," Fire Cloud replaced this group.

Now, the Eighteen Heads were entirely Fire Cloud’s people.

Fire Cloud commanded the Three Capitals and the Five Masters, possessing eight Core Formation cultivators, along with eighteen Late-stage Divine Establishment experts.

Soon, the group was convened.

Fire Cloud revealed their plan.

Most of the people expressed concern.

"What if they refuse?"

"Then kill them!"

Fire Cloud’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. They had already killed once—why not a second time?

At worst, they’d call Zhengsi to strike again and spill a bit more blood.

Though Zhengsi liked to demand exorbitantly, they still executed tasks beautifully.

No funds? They could always deduct the benefits allocated to the lower-level temples—besides, weren’t there fifteen temples still?

When the temples were conquered, profits could be extracted directly from them.

"Too much trouble. Just have them pledge allegiance—it’ll be simpler."

Someone voiced doubt about the effectiveness of this approach.

"Pledge allegiance? How? Just verbal allegiance?"

Fire Cloud showed distrust for this method.

Not long before the Chi Hai incident, were there not people loudly vowing their loyalty?

It would be better to secure them altogether.

"At that time, allocate some of your people to serve as temple masters."

Fire Cloud’s confidence stemmed from discovering an unspoken rule during last month’s inspection in Yunzhou.

This was the Jungle’s transformation into Descendant Temples.

Everyone knew Taoist temples functioned like Descendant Temples, where the master passed their office to their disciple or father to son.

The Jungle’s Taoists required elections. Without candidates, votes could collectively appoint an external virtuous figure.

However, some Taoists didn’t want to relinquish their interests or return empty-handed after sixty years.

Unlike Fire Cloud who rallied supporters and won through collective election, others individualized the Jungle.

They planted their people in various Taoist temples and key departments, transforming the structure into a large descendant-style Taoist temple.

In theory, this approach wasn’t allowed.

Hence, every Phoenix Platform Dragon Throwing event would convene—except, each time, they chose their own.

Fire Cloud desired to transform the Jungle similarly.

"Alright, prepare to act."

Fire Cloud waved his hand, dispatching disciples and temple upper management.

...

Xuanke Temple, deep within Yin Mountain.

Amid vast, dense woods stood a stone hall.

Around it were towering figures. Five Thunders Soldiers with lightning tattoos on their faces and Yellow Turban Warriors exceeding three-meters tall stood guard.

Solemn and secure, it was impenetrable—even a fly couldn’t enter.

Within the stone temple, a dozen people stood, including Wang Ziyue, the chief of the Taoist Soldiers Department, and his deputy, Lu Qian.

They stood beside Song Lin, gazing up reverently at the golden statue in the center of the great hall.

The statue stood roughly thirty meters tall, its facial features noble and elegant. Wearing a black silk scarf and silver robes with armor, its phoenix-like eyes radiated authority and righteous energy.

Its body gleamed faintly golden, resembling sculptures in ancient temples.

Surprisingly, the third eye on its forehead occasionally blinked—it was alive!

"Little Giant Spirit God General? Remarkable..."

Wang Ziyue marveled.

According to Song Lin’s designation as one of the Three Official Divine Generals, this Little Giant Spirit God General belonged to the Earth Official realm as a low-grade Divine General, equivalent to Core Formation Stage.

During the Yin Mountain Blood Prison Ghost Mansion battle, the massive handprint that smashed the Banyan Tree Demon King to death came from this Little Giant Spirit God’s Fatian Xiangdi technique.

The Little Giant Spirit God’s Fatian Xiangdi technique nearly drained Song Lin’s mana, leaving only the bare minimum to sustain its form.

"Do you have confidence in replicating it?"

Song Lin asked with a smile.

The dozen individuals present were Taoist Soldiers Department elites—capable of summoning Erlang God and the Seven Great Saints with the Taiji Thunder Seal. They commanded an army of one thousand Five Thunders Soldiers, totaling ten thousand if converted into Rampant Soldiers.

"I’ll try, but I might not succeed alone. However, I believe the full Taoist Soldier Department could assemble one." Wang Ziyue responded conservatively.

He dared not guarantee success, as creating a Little Giant Spirit God—a Core Formation Divine General—was extraordinarily challenging.

"No matter. One will suffice."

Thus, combined with Granny Huu, Xuanke Temple would boast four Core Formation-level combatants.

Before leaving, Song Lin patted Wang Ziyue on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The path is long, and Rampant Soldiers Dao remains in exploration. You must also face countless differing opinions—your efforts are greatly valued."

Wang Ziyue nearly shed tears. For the sake of the Taoist Soldiers Department, he had endured untold hardships, even delaying his own cultivation—finally someone understood him.

"Rest assured, temple master."

...

Little Golden Altar Cave Heaven.

Song Lin returned to the Upper Immortal World.

Within the Upper Pure Pearl.

Song Lin summoned Li Chen and handed him the Three Deficiencies and Five Detriments Method.

"You’ve experienced all three deficiencies and five detriments; try cultivating this method and see if it works," Song Lin remarked.

It was somewhat dangerous, so they’d let someone from this world test it before spreading it to the temples.

Li Chen smiled bitterly.

Indeed, ruling as an emperor to this extent was rare historically.

"How did you come up with this?" Xing Hepu asked, astonished.

Wasn’t this his New Era Technique? Modified to such an extent!

"Thoughtlessly before bed," Song Lin replied nonchalantly.

"By the way, I accidentally acquired an ancient divination treasure book—please take a look."

Song Lin produced a slim booklet.

It was a volume from the Taoist Method Meeting Feng Shui Geomancy and Divination Department.

Xing Hepu took it eagerly, overjoyed.

It contained no cultivation techniques but rather concepts, including Feng Shui Geomancy, Qimen Dunjia, Eight Diagrams, Six Lines, face reading, palmistry, and more.

Some knowledge was straightforward; other parts were bafflingly complex.

Xing Hepu immediately set the previous conversation aside and retreated to his room for meticulous study.

Meanwhile, Song Lin returned to his Taoist temple to refine the Swordman Dao.

As he exhaled spiritual energy, a spirit sword floated in the air.

Song Lin had devised the Swordman Dao, combined with pill refining and alchemy skills.

Breaking through to Wind Hero would grant mid-stage Core Formation.

If the Spirit Sword achieved great success, coupled with entering the Sixth Realm Immortal Hero stage, it would signify late-stage Core Formation and Great Perfection.

This world’s greatest reward was the sword-refining rejuvenation method.

Knock, knock, knock!

The next day, Xing Hepu appeared, his eyes bloodshot, knocking urgently.

"Why is there so little? It’s incomplete—how many volumes are there in total?"

"Hundreds, maybe thousands."

Song Lin smiled.

Xing Hepu’s expression changed, filled with both awe and excitement.

"Can you give me all of them?"

If these ideas were integrated, his long-standing bottleneck would be broken.

"Here’s the deal—there are three remaining parts. Research and reveal three Mystical Characters, and you’ll get one part per character."

There was no free lunch.

Xing Hepu’s cultivation was currently inferior to his own. For now, he’d obediently comply.

But if Xing Hepu broke through his bottleneck and harbored ulterior motives, then what?

"Agreed!"

Xing Hepu found new purpose in life and devoted himself wholly to studying the Mystical Characters.

A few days later, Li Zhan and Li Ang returned from afar.

They brought news.

"Lord, an ancient hidden immortal seeks an audience!"

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