Mythology

Chapter 107 The Resurrected Storyteller
The dragon's head had a hideous look and its mouth was shaped like a chrysanthemum. After being burned by the karmic fire, only two or three tenths of its original size remained.

It was the dragon ghost that attacked Yang He when he was in seclusion in the wilderness.

"Senior brother is amazing!"

Yang He's tone was like coaxing a kindergarten kid, but Nezha really fell for it.

Nezha raised his head proudly, then retracted his three-headed, six-armed Dharma body, and his appearance transformed back into that of a handsome child about ten years old.

"Humph, the animals are very clever. When they see that I am at a disadvantage, they want to escape into the East China Sea. I have no choice but to kill one of them."

As he spoke, the two buns moved.

"The dragon body of the evil beast is a hundred meters long and there is no way to take it back to the Li Mansion, so I burned it and leave the remaining dragon head to you, Junior Brother."

Yang He accepted it happily, thinking that a junior brother should cling to his senior brother's thigh.

"I plan to refine a batch of elixirs to see if I can save Uncle Jiang's disciples."

According to Jiang Ziya's instructions, transforming into a dragon requires the corpse of a demon dragon. Although the dragon corpses collected so far are of mixed variety, we can still give it a try.

"Junior brother, if this is not enough, I will tear out the tendons and skin the Dragon King of the East China Sea..."

"Enough is enough."

Seeing Nezha eager to try, Yang He hurriedly stopped him.

Nezha's strength increased greatly after he reshaped his body, but he could never be a match for the Dragon King of the East Sea, especially since it was unclear whether the Dragon King of the East Sea was a dragon or a ghost.

Yang He took out the tripod and put the dragon head inside.

The tripod was full of broken pieces, and the lid could no longer be closed. The eyes of the tripod moved around randomly, urging Yang He to refine it as quickly as possible.

Nezha stared at the tripod in curiosity, and then couldn't help showing anxiety.

"Junior brother, mother and the others..."

"Mrs. Yin didn't blame you. Jinzha and Muzha are your blood relatives. Brother, they have seen all the suffering you have endured in the past three years."

Li Jing's eagerness for quick success and instant benefits in wanting to refine Nezha already proves that he is unworthy of being a father.

Even if Nezha didn't kill Li Jing, Madam Yin would not let him go after she regained consciousness. The behavior of Taoist Master Ran Deng also shows the attitude of the Chan sect.

Nezha squatted beside the tripod in silence for a long time, while Yang He was already preparing to refine the elixir.

"Junior brother, did you receive a red paper?"

"What red paper?"

Nezha handed the crumpled red paper to Yang He, "I've torn up three of them that suddenly appeared on me, but they will appear again if I'm not careful."

Yang He took it and said, "This is an invitation from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, an invitation to a birthday banquet, but it is definitely not a good thing for the Dragon King of the East China Sea to invite us."

There was a long congratulatory message on the back of the invitation, and the handwriting looked crooked.

"Spring brings blessings to all things. Today is the birthday of the Dragon King of the East China Sea. We plan to hold a birthday banquet in the Zishan Palace. We have prepared peach wine and respectfully invite you to come, reminisce about family life, and wish you a long life."

Yang He imitated the handwriting and wrote a few strokes, feeling extremely awkward.

"Junior brother, you are amazing. You can make pills and read."

Yang He's mouth twitched. Come to think of it, Nezha was only seven or eight years old, and he had been locked up in Linglong Pagoda for three years. Who could have taught him to read and write?

"Brother, I will teach you from now on."

"That's not necessary." Nezha scratched his head and said, "Just let Master teach me the ability to read. I'm not interested in refining pills."

Yang He looked helpless and went to look for the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea to distribute his invitations.

As a result, there was no red paper at all.

"Is it possible that only living people can receive the invitation?"

Yang He took the initiative to cancel the corpse-transmutation immortal body. The moment the Yin Fire turned into Yang Fire, a chill surged into his heart and the invitation appeared in the inner pocket of his clothes.

The contents of the red paper are the same. I don’t know what the Dragon King of the East China Sea intends to do.

Yang He frowned, thinking carefully about his encounter with the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Their behavior was very disorderly, and the patrolling Yakshas were not intelligent.

Nezha said worriedly: "Junior brother, your cultivation is too low. Since you can fake your death to avoid the invitation, don't go to the Dragon King's birthday banquet."

"kindness."

Yang He activated his corpse-transmuting immortal body, and the invitation turned into ashes in his hand.

"It seems that the Dragon King's birthday banquet does not invite the dead. Brother, be careful and don't act rashly. The Dragon Palace in the East China Sea is unfathomable."

Nezha hummed a few times and nodded in agreement.

Yang He did not dare to delay. He had to refine the elixir before falling into the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and infuse a steady stream of Yin Qi into the tripod.

Five-colored flames wrapped around the cauldron, and the flames had a bit of the flavor of karmic fire.

The remains of the body began to dissolve and thick smoke billowed out.

Nezha stayed in the corner and watched the alchemy.

After a while, Nezha waited until there was no movement in the inner room before getting up to meet Madam Yin.

Yang He concentrated on refining the elixir, and soon only sticky black water was left in the cauldron. Even without any auxiliary medicine, the storyteller had already partially transformed into a dragon, and the medicinal properties could stimulate his body to undergo a transformation.

The tripod is full of spirituality, which is very obvious when refining elixirs, and can help suppress the medicinal properties.

"Hey."

Yang He was not sure whether he could bring the storyteller back to life by turning into a dragon. If he failed, it would be a waste of a lot of resources.

"It shouldn't be a big problem. The Immortal Buddha was able to survive."

The most difficult part of resurrection is the soul, but the panel does not care whether the soul is complete or not. Yang He only needs to consider whether the storyteller is still alive.

Gurgling.

There seemed to be arms reaching out from the black water, and one could hear fingernails scratching at the inner wall of the tripod, as if countless souls were wailing in despair.

【Hua Long Dan Shui】

[After taking it, it will corrode the body and soul, and the person will experience endless pain, causing the body and soul to become irreversibly transformed into a dragon ghost. ]

Yang He was secretly shocked, then threw the storyteller's body into the tripod.

A corpse cannot take elixirs and can only absorb them through boiling, just like the Qigong method Taiyi Zhenren taught Yang He.

"If Jiang Ziya knew that I was repeatedly tormenting his disciples, would he retaliate against me during the Conferred God Ceremony? Haha."

The corpse merged into the elixir water, and the sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls could be heard.

The tripod seemed to be raising poisonous insects, with a large number of poisonous insects killing each other inside.

Yang He cut open his wrist and used the remaining corpse blood as a medicine. He felt dizzy and his yang fire almost went out after his blood ran out. Fortunately, his ghost pupils kept his internal organs alive.

After resting for a while, the sound inside the cauldron became strange.

Flesh was torn and bones were broken.

Accompanied by the whimpering sound of being swallowed raw, it didn't seem like he was refining a corpse, but more like he was refining a dragon.

dong dong dong.

The tripod jumped and rolled, creating holes one after another.

Yang He looked nervous and tried his best to suppress the tripod from exploding. The ground was also shaking slightly and the courtyard wall almost collapsed.

There is an increase in clairvoyance.

"What the hell? Can alchemy affect spiritual vision?"

Yang He's scalp tingled. At this moment, strands of black hair bound the tripod. Madam Yin secured it in time and hung the genitals in the air in the backyard.

He was about to say thank you when Madam Yin's voice rang out.

"Yang He."

A bunch of black hair fell on Yang He's head and then went into his scalp. "If you encounter danger in the future, I can always lend you a helping hand."

Mrs. Yin did not disturb Yang He. She stroked Yang He's head and left quietly.

Yang He noticed that there was an extra talisman on the surface of the Qianyuanshan seal.

[The talisman given to change the character's predetermined fate. When playing the permanent character "Corpse Dao Tong", you can consume extra spiritual vision to let Madam Yin participate in the story. The talisman is damaged and cannot be restored. 】

Yang He continued to refine the elixir until the medicinal properties were completely exhausted.

He was in no hurry to open the tripod. Instead, he looked outside Li's mansion. Unknowingly, he had arrived at the depths of the bizarre East China Sea.

All the buildings in Chentang Pass turned into corals of various colors.

A half-human, half-dragon figure roams among the corals.

“It feels like we are not heading to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, but Chentang Pass has turned into the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.”

Yang He opened his ghost pupils and vaguely saw huge monsters surrounding the town, which brought a horrifying sense of oppression.

Buzz~~~
The sea water creates waves.

Yang He glanced in the direction of the Dragon King Temple.

The original ruins disappeared, and several palaces appeared instead. There were a large number of people gathered inside, all wearing white shrouds.

"The Dragon Palace in the East China Sea? Isn't it a little...too shabby?"

The palace was square in shape and at first glance looked like a series of towering tombs. The birthday banquet was not festive at all, but rather no different from a funeral.

The more Yang He thought about it, the weirder it seemed. The tripod began to shake again.

Before he could react, the presence of Nezha suddenly disappeared from Li's mansion. It was obvious that the previous invitation was not only for the two of them.

Directly take Nezha into the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

boom.

Madam Yin was showing signs of losing control again, her black hair constantly stirring up the sea water.

She stood in front of the gate of Li's mansion, staring straight at the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, but soon her expression returned to calm and she turned back to the inner room.

Yang He suspected that Madam Yin had hidden black hair on Nezha's body and could appear at any time.

The story becomes increasingly confusing.

Yang He didn't want to just wait, so he opened the lid and got into the Pure Yin Coffin, burying himself underground, leaving the tripod alone in the middle of the backyard.

"Since Yang He was invited to the Dragon King's birthday banquet, you didn't say which Yang He it was, right?"

Life is cut off.

[Your character 〈Corpse Dao Tong〉 has died, and the role-playing story ends]

Jin Zha came to the backyard to ask about Yang He's situation, but he only saw a constantly shaking tripod and the roar became more and more intense.

suddenly.

The tripod disappeared.

.........

When Yang He returned to the main world, the first thing he gained was the top of the tower.

[Obtain the "Broken Top Floor of the Delicate Pagoda"]

[Obtain the 'Hunyuan Ding']

[Obtain the Pure Yin Coffin]

Yang He only exchanged the top of the tower, after all, the two Yin instruments were used to accommodate the other characters.

Meow~~

The black cat jumped onto my shoulder curiously.

Yang He's mind moved slightly, and the top and bottom of the tower merged into one, turning into a slightly ridiculous image, a condensed and inferior version of the exquisite pagoda.

It’s like holding a low yurt in the palm of your hand.

[The ruined exquisite pagoda]

[Originally, it was a mid-grade Yin treasure refined by the Taoist Master Ran Deng. After only the bottom and top layers were left, it became a fake Yin treasure. After refining, it can be large or small and can be used to seal ghosts. ]

The quality of Linglong Pagoda is still that of a pseudo Yin treasure, but it is already very close to a Yin treasure.

Originally, Yang He could only drive it for a quarter of an hour, but now he was afraid that his Yin energy would be exhausted after three or four minutes, so he simply threw it into the shadow under his feet.

He summoned the panel to inherit the corpse boy's cultivation.

Both ghosts in the body began to transform.

After seven days, three layers of glazed membrane were formed, and the ghost body underwent tempering again, and the number of times the ghost was buried in water was just replenished.

[Vulgar things: aquatic water]

[Related story: "Ghost buried in water", whether to consume 1 point of spiritual vision to enter the story world]

"determine."

[The identity of Storyteller has been resurrected and can be played again]

(End of this chapter)