Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 55: Official Taoist, Beidou Evil Ghost General!

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Official Taoist, Beidou Evil Ghost General!

After Emperor Ming died, Emperor Liu Da ascended to the throne, later becoming Emperor Zhang of Han.

This time, Song Lin didn’t bother with overthrowing a dynasty—that would be too troublesome, requiring at least decades to wrap things up.

Instead, he sent the cultivators of the Door of Wonders to control the royal court, exerting power through the Empress and the identities of the imperial relatives to manipulate the Han Court.

For instance, controlling the court now were the Dou family, with Dou Xian at the helm.

Song Lin had promised that they only needed to control one emperor.

The next emperor would replace them, allowing them to retire in success, enter the headquarters for cultivation, and receive rewards in the form of pills and cultivation techniques.

The Door of Wonders identities of the imperial relatives were absolutely confidential.

Song Lin had sensed that these ancient wizards were not simple to deal with. He didn’t intend to clash head-on anymore but instead infiltrated the Central Plains, seemingly merging with some unknown power.

Through these imperial relatives, perhaps they could be lured out.

This wasn’t just a clash between Song Lin and the royal family anymore—it had extended into a covert confrontation between the Moon Cultivators and the ancient wizards.

Taixu Bright Mirror.

After finishing his cultivation for the day, Song Lin walked out of the cassia forest, his feet stepping on soft soil.

"Hmm?" Song Lin frowned, bent down, and grabbed a handful of sand.

The moon’s erosion was severe; neither the Rampant Soldiers nor the paper men working tirelessly day and night could halt its progression.

Looking up from the mortal world, the moon’s brightness was noticeably dimmer than it once was.

The Rampant Soldier appeared behind him, without anyone noticing.

"Master Dharma, we are truly powerless," the Rampant Soldier General said with a bitter smile.

"No worries, I’ll return and find more helpers for you."

Song Lin intended to lay his cards on the table.

From the eighth year of Taixu Bright Mirror to now, the thirteenth year.

Calculating with a time flow ratio of one day to thirty in the mirror, about sixty days had passed in the external world.

Recently, there were rumors of Shi Yinhua, Wang Ziyue, and Chi Yang—the Three Heroes—achieving breakthroughs.

Song Lin felt the time was ripe to lay everything bare and formally receive the Grand Commissioner Talisman, officially becoming a Taoist.

...

Real World.

Song Lin switched back to the real world. By now, he had seamlessly adapted to the discomfort of switching between the two worlds.

He passed through corridor after corridor, making his way through Yunshui Hall, the Book Collection Pavilion, the kitchen, the manor, the vegetable garden, and the alchemy room.

Taoist disciples and Taoists bustled about, each carrying out their tasks. The entire Taoist Temple operated like intricate machinery.

Soon, he arrived at Dianzao Mansion, only to be informed by a disciple that its lord had gone to the warehouse conference hall.

"Warehouse conference hall? When is he returning?"

"Probably..."

Whoosh!

Before the disciple could answer, a black cloud floated down.

The newcomer was Tongshou; following behind him was an impossibly rotund man, his waist adorned with the Jade Talisman of the Longevity Talisman.

Seeing this person, Song Lin instantly understood—he was far from the naive scholar he once was.

"Greetings, Lord Dianzao. Greetings, Lord Wuj Ji."

Whoosh!

As soon as the words fell, Lord Wuj Ji’s massive figure swiftly moved before Song Lin.

His eyes, deep like serene lakes, emitted an overwhelming aura that instantly enveloped Song Lin.

"You’re Song Lin? On the day Wude died, where were you?"

"I returned from the Ghost Market and entered closed cultivation immediately. I did not encounter Taoist Wude at that time."

"What were you doing at the Ghost Market?"

"Selling pills."

Wuj Ji’s tone was sharp and aggressive, but Song Lin remained calm and composed.

There was no choice—this wasn’t a fictional world where death meant a fresh start. Here, clashing with a Taoist could result in death in countless unforeseen ways.

"Taoist, he does possess alchemy skills," Tongshou hurriedly interjected to ease the tension.

"Oh? Alchemy skills and rapid cultivation progress..."

Wuj Ji scrutinized Song Lin with a gaze as if sizing up a piece of fish meat. "Come, your behavior raises many suspicions. Follow me, and I’ll extract the truth step by step. I suspect you’re a spy from another Taoist Temple."

With that, he reached out a hand to grab Song Lin.

Song Lin’s eyes widened as he prepared to dodge.

This man was entirely unreasonable—grasping at claims without evidence. Worse still, this individual was said to be Chi Yang’s master; falling into his hands would mean a fate worse than death.

At this moment, Tongshou Taoist stepped between Song Lin and Wuj Ji, smiling as he spoke: "Taoist Wuj Ji, this isn’t appropriate. You have no evidence—how can you simply arrest someone?"

"Oh? You truly intend to protect this disciple? Move aside!" Wuj Ji’s figure rose three zhang, shoving Tongshou away.

A flash of cold light appeared in Tongshou Taoist’s eye—did this man truly regard him as a mere servant?

After all, Tongshou was the deputy of the warehouse, not one to be pushed around like a disciple.

Wuj Ji’s millstone-sized hand aimed to seize Song Lin.

Just as he was about to catch him, Song Lin shifted aside, transforming into a shadow and evading Wuj Ji’s attack.

"Qi Refinement?" Tongshou Taoist and Wuj Ji both spoke in unison.

Song Lin’s face remained calm as he looked at Wuj Ji, a hint of mockery glinting in his gaze:

"Lord, I’ve reached Qi Refinement now. If you want to arrest me, why not first consult the temple master?"

It clicked for him—this wasn’t merely a world of brute strength.

This was the rigorously organized world of the Taoist School.

If Wuj Ji could leverage his authority, why couldn’t Song Lin use the rules to counter him?

"Scum! Wude’s death must have been your doing!"

Feeling mocked, Wuj Ji erupted in fury. Pitch-black fur sprouted across his body, emanating faint green demon energy, his pupils narrowing into vertical slits. He swung a palm down again.

This time, Song Lin didn’t evade.

The palm halted just an inch above his head.

"Lord of the Warehouse, there should be solid evidence," Tongshou suddenly asserted with newfound confidence.

Wuj Ji glared at the two men with hatred before dissipating into a gust of Yin Wind, throwing out one last threat before vanishing:

"Don’t let me find proof."

After Wuj Ji left, Tongshou’s massive bronze head leaned close, his obsidian eyes spinning rapidly.

"When did you reach Qi Refinement?"

"Last night, so I decided to inform the Taoist immediately."

Song Lin replied.

"Not bad, not bad. I’ll report to the temple master shortly. Tomorrow, you’ll receive the Grand Commissioner Talisman at the Grand Commissioner Institute." Tongshou suddenly recalled something. "Come, let me take you to meet someone."

Tongshou grabbed Song Lin and stepped onto the black cloud.

The black cloud ascended, flying beyond the Taoist Temple.

They left the bustling Shanyin City for the outskirts of the manor.

Noticing Song Lin’s puzzlement, Tongshou Taoist explained: "We’re going to meet an important figure. Regardless of how you’ve offended Wuj Ji or whether you’re tied to Wude’s death, he will protect you."

"Why me?"

Song Lin’s heart momentarily sank—motives of unrequested goodwill were inevitably dubious.

"No clue. Two months ago, that lord specifically asked me to take care of you." Tongshou remained perplexed as well.

"Me?"

Song Lin grew even more perplexed.

Could his predecessor have been related to some major figure in the Taoist Temple?

The manor was vast, boasting tens of thousands of fertile fields and grand residences.

In the distance, spirit fields grew rare treasure medicine.

Along the way, thousands of servants and dozens of disciples underscored the overwhelming wealth and power of the manor’s owner.

The two flew directly over the walls and landed in the courtyard.

Opposite the courtyard was the main hall, its door wide open.

Cold winds howled as Rampant Soldiers patrolled.

Inside, rows of Soldier and Horse Altars plastered with yellow talismans filled the space, billowing smoke so thick it obscured vision.

The altars were architecturally complete, representing an assembly of Rampant Soldiers from five factions.

At the center stood a shrine bearing a plaque, flanked by couplets:

Primordial energy flows, myriad gods disperse Qi.

Monarch commands virtue, Six Harmonies unify as one.

The name of the Divine Lord inscribed at the center: Beidou Evil Ghost General.

A figure stood before the plaque.

Upon hearing the commotion, the figure turned around.

The man was plain in appearance, a middle-aged figure dressed in simple green robes, his face gentle and unremarkable; he bore no resemblance to the peculiar-looking Xuanke Taoists but instead seemed like an ordinary teacher.

"Greetings, Taoist Ziyuan."

Song Lin followed Tongshou and respectfully bowed.

"Rise."

Song Lin stood, meeting a warm and smiling face.

"Friend, we meet again."

Song Lin still didn’t recognize the man.

Taoist Ziyuan chuckled, shaking his head, and flipped his right palm. A white pill appeared in his palm.

"Mica Ganoderma Pill!!"

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