Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 274 - 248: The Heavenly Master Decides, 8 Years of Spring and Autumn (2/2) _2

Chapter 274: Chapter 248: The Heavenly Master Decides, 8 Years of Spring and Autumn (2/2) _2

"That’s good. Who is the candidate for Tao Master?" Lin Qing asked.

"I’m not sure. The Xuanke Temple still decides for the alliance of the eight Taoist temples. Yin Hua, you will become the temple master. During my period of seclusion, you may as well declare the mountain closed. Aside from essential affairs, reduce contact with the outside world."

"If anything happens, you can go to Mingxing Peak to find Master Zhi Xin."

The senior members of the temple were already aware of the complete magic vein techniques, which spared him the effort of passing them on.

"Temple Master, let Ziye take on the role of new temple master instead. I intend to go on a journey."

Shi Yinhua suddenly spoke. Since the death of his Taoist companion, he had matured significantly.

"A journey?"

"Yes, to seek a chance for Core Formation. Last night, as I sought enlightenment, I inadvertently glimpsed the Great Dao. I recalled that there should be five Divine Medium immortals, and now I only have two. Perhaps when all five are gathered, it will be the time to form the Golden Core."

Shi Yinhua explained.

The fox and the white snake had both signed contracts with him. By casting the White Bone Dharma Form, the images and mana of these two demons could also appear.

With the help of these two demons, Shi Yinhua felt that he should soon be able to refine the elixir, but the breakthrough remained elusive.

It was only last night that Shi Yinhua discovered an extraordinarily profound aura of breakthrough.

It was precisely via the method mentioned above.

In fact, there was no inherent issue with Shi Yinhua breaking through—he possessed the strength to do so. However, his Taoist realm wasn’t yet complete, which delayed his breakthrough.

Song Lin pondered for a moment before finally nodding, "Very well. Be cautious in all things."

"I understand, Master!"

Shi Yinhua bowed deeply. Although he was not Song Lin’s disciple, he still paid respects in the manner of a disciple.

This departure would mark his return as a Golden Core cultivator.

Through this series of incidents, Shi Yinhua understood that his current strength was still too lacking.

If he could gather the powers of five demons, then success would be certain. At the very least, he could contribute some of his power to Song Lin rather than simply being a burden.

"Then let Ziye act as the temple master. Arrange the other vacant positions yourself. I’ll remain here for three days and then depart for Black Wind Valley."

Afterward, Song Lin personally rewarded each of those who had distinguished themselves in their tasks.

Although all records of the credit for this mission were erased, Song Lin still went out of his way to issue rewards, even at a loss, to maintain morale within the team.

Among them, a young man named Xiao Xuan achieved the most merit. As soon as he saw Song Lin, he knelt in respect.

Song Lin, puzzled, asked him why.

He replied that he was grateful to Song Lin for avenging him by killing Zhao Wuji and was willing to repay the kindness by serving Song Lin at all costs.

"That’s unnecessary. I don’t need you to serve in such a way. Would you like to learn a cultivation technique instead?"

Song Lin, moved by the thought, took out the Three Deficiencies and Five Detriments Method.

Practicing this method required one to meet the conditions of the three deficiencies and five detriments, and the young man before him seemed to fulfill every criterion.

It seemed this method would be particularly suitable for his cultivation.

"Thank you, Temple Master." Xiao Xuan took it without even looking at it, accepting it directly.

"Take your time to study it," Song Lin said.

Previously, Song Lin had refrained from bringing out the Three Deficiencies and Five Detriments Method due to its sinister nature. Practicing it sometimes resulted in losing not just one quality but multiple ones.

For example, someone suffering from loneliness might think they meet the criteria, only to later fall victim to shortened lifespan or other misfortunes after practicing it.

To be honest, the safest candidates for this method were orphans with no ties or burdens.

Song Lin had many magic skills at his disposal, so he generally avoided putting people at such risks.

Just then, a woman entered from outside.

When Song Lin looked up and saw her, he couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "Why haven’t you run away yet?"

"I’m a disciple of the Taoist temple. Why should I run?" Qingyu wrinkled her nose with displeasure, as if Song Lin’s words implied she was incapable of enduring hardships.

"That’s good. In that case, how about I make you a steward?" Song Lin smiled.

"Sure!"

Even though it was just an administrative post, Qingyu felt delighted in her heart.

As the night deepened, Qingyu arrived at her new residence.

After just having bathed, her snow-white, rosy skin glistened with tiny droplets of water. Her neck was slender and fair, and she was nibbling the tip of a writing brush while occasionally jotting things onto a letter.

The letter recorded her observations at the Taoist temple and shared stories about Song Lin and others.

The main reason Qingyu had come to this place was her great-aunt.

Her great-aunt, a senior member of the family, had always been mysterious. She usually kept a low profile and scarcely interacted with others. Since her grandmother’s generation, she had been addressed as "Great-aunt," a tradition Qingyu continued.

Back when the Taoist Method Meeting was ongoing, her great-aunt had praised Song Lin and had heard he was following Master Zhi Xin. She predicted that Song Lin’s future achievements would be unparalleled.

As Qingyu was also about to start her cultivation journey, she decided to come here.

Holding the brush, she wrote line after line, then folded the letter into a thousand-paper crane and sent it off.

...

Three days later, Song Lin arrived as scheduled.

"Is everything ready?" Earth Evil asked.

"Everything’s ready!" Song Lin looked back.

It was the direction of the Taoist temple. Before departing, he had organized all affairs completely.

In truth, the temple held great potential. Each of its unique skills had found rightful inheritors.

None of them were weak; they simply lacked the time to grow step by step.

There were too many enemies, and their growth could not keep pace in such limited time.

Now that everything was in place, with protectors ensuring their safety, Song Lin could leave knowing that, upon his return, he’d see individuals capable of standing firmly on their own.

He also knew that the Mei Mountain Jungle Taoist was Zhengsi. Although he wasn’t sure of the man’s temperament, taking over such an unfamiliar forest and dealing with the deaths of numerous people would require a long adjustment period. As such, things should remain peaceful for quite some time.

Besides, there was Zhi Xin as well.

Seeing Zhi Xin’s spirited demeanor, Song Lin was convinced this fellow would undoubtedly succeed.