Mythology

Chapter 129: Yanqu Town is raising Gu (asking for monthly ticket)

In general, the black cat is slightly weaker than ordinary evil spirits, but as a storage bag, its strength is actually very comprehensive.

By the time Yang He finished his work, the sky had unknowingly become dark and boundless.

The lights outside the window are still bright, and people are coming and going everywhere in Peibai City. Now there are peddlers setting up stalls everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Yang He looked in the distance in the direction of the government office and vaguely sensed the presence of Lei Dechang.

"It seems that the Zishi Sect is indeed doing something in secret. The evil ghost monks from Dasi have come to Peibai City again. The days ahead will not be peaceful."

He was curious about how Dasi would deal with Zishijiao.

Logically speaking, the Dasi court has lasted for three thousand years and cannot be shaken by the Zishi Sect, so there is no need for him to worry too much.

Yang He has already attached pupils to Old Man Yang, ready to respond to any changes with the same attitude.

[Vulgar things: Plague]

[Related allusion: "Plague Ghost", whether to consume 10 points of spiritual vision to enter the allusion world]

"determine."

[The identities of Constable and Clay Figure Seller have died and cannot be selected to play.]

[Police constable: You encountered an accident while burning the body. Some people saw a large vortex of black smoke surrounding the government office. That night, you died suddenly and inexplicably, and no remains were found.]

[Clay figurine vendor: You tried to imitate the clay figurines sold by others, but you didn't set up your stall for a day and a night. When your body was found at home, your neck had twisted seven times.]

The two faces in front of Yang He turned to ashes, and their deaths were extremely tragic.

It turns out that the snail disease may have spread, and there are whirlpools everywhere in the town, and no one can resist the impact of the whirlpools.

【Please select the role you play in the story】

Yang He had a clear purpose this time, which was to look directly for the characters related to the Song Mansion.

"Even if the immortal master in the Song Mansion is not the source of the snail disease, he cannot escape responsibility."

Soon, he locked on a role.

[Scholar (in white): You are a distant relative of the Song family. You study hard in the school every day. I don't know when I noticed that your classmate seemed to be acting strange.]

There were no scholars taking the imperial examinations in the Shang Dynasty, but wealthy families generally kept some retainers.

[If you do not choose an identity, you will go to the world of allusions in your true form]

"Let's just take him, um, and bring the insect ghost into the world of allusions as well."

Yang He had already made a plan. The vortex in Yanqu Town was meant to facilitate the birth of insect ghosts. With the insect ghosts around, the influence of the vortex should be avoided.

[Do you want to consume 2 points of clairvoyance to teach the identity of "Scribe" and the vortex method?]

He originally thought that the insect ghost would follow the copper coin sword to the world of allusions.

But I didn't expect that the insect ghost would consume spiritual vision alone.

"determine."

"The vortex method, as expected, contains some kind of Taoist inheritance in the vortex."

"What the hell?"

Yang He raised his eyebrows, suddenly realizing that there was something wrong with the scholar's identity.

At the moment of teaching the vortex method, the scholar's face began to change. His head suddenly swelled up and his appearance became completely different.

His face was like a full moon, his eyes were like pearls, and there was a strange and inexplicable smile at the corners of his mouth.

There are also differences in character information.

[Scholar (green): While you were studying hard in Songfu Academy, you seemed to be able to comprehend something from the whirlpool that was everywhere.]

Yang He was completely stunned, not understanding why the scholar looked so different.

"The Immortal Master of the Song Mansion mentioned by Captain Chen seems to have a similar appearance. Could it be that as long as the vortex is used to breed insect ghosts, it will be like this?"

"No matter what, let's go in first."

[Do you want to consume 2 points of spiritual vision and impart the identity of "Scribe" with a three-headed and six-armed Dharmakaya?]

Yang He tried to impart the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Dharmakaya, but the quality of the character did not decrease. Instead, it had turned slightly green and blue.

[Whether to consume 2 points of spiritual vision and impart the identity of "Scribe" Three-fold Heavenly Mysterious Eyes]

[Do you want to consume 40 points of spiritual vision and pass on the identity of "Scholar" and the "Million-Eight Ghosts Mixed Element Sutra"?]

[Scholar (Blue): While you were studying hard in the Song Mansion Academy, you seemed to be able to comprehend something from the whirlpool that was everywhere, thanks to your natural magical powers.]

After changing to blue quality, the scholar's appearance became a little restrained, and you wouldn't notice anything unusual unless you looked closely.

"Choose [Scribe]."

.........

Mr. Song once served as an official in Xiqi. When he was old, he retired and returned to his hometown. He then set up a school at home and personally taught the younger generation.

Even if you look at the entire Song Mansion, the school is the most conspicuous house.

The rain was falling gently, and the water vapor was rising in vortices. A dozen oil lamps illuminated the classroom, which was filled with scholars.

Yang He was sitting near a corner, and after waking up he noticed the strange atmosphere.

The school was quiet and silent.

Everyone stared at the book with their heads down, fear revealed in their eyes. Any sound would be infinitely amplified.

"Cough cough cough."

Yang He's sudden cough made them even more panicked.

"Yang...Yang He."

The scholar near Yang He remained motionless and whispered, "Yang He, don't talk anymore. First... the teacher will be unhappy even if he is about to go to the school."

"What happens if the gentleman is unhappy?"

The scholar did not respond to Yang He, but glanced at the latter.

When he saw Yang He's head, his pupils couldn't help but tremble, and he quickly lowered his head and closed his eyes. At this time, the sound of a heavy object being dragged came from outside the door.

pat pat pat.

Accompanied by heavy breathing, it was creepy.

Yang He frowned slightly, and the slight pain in his internal organs brought him back to his senses. He thought that with the insect ghost he would no longer be affected by the snail disease.

As a result, just as he had adapted to the role, snail disease followed him everywhere.

But compared to the previous two times, the snail didn't feel as deadly. How should I put it? Instead, there was an inexplicable pattern. Yang He noticed some records in the book on his desk.

"It has been raining for three days. When will it stop? When will it stop?"

〈The teacher did not allow us to leave the mansion. He himself seemed to be seriously ill. He was sweating during the morning class and his clothes were soaked.〉

〈It has been rainy for five days. My husband’s serious illness has not improved and his walking speed is getting slower and slower〉

〈The teacher could only crawl on the ground. We asked him to go back to the house to rest, but he insisted on teaching us. I was a little scared.〉

"Sir, he is so scary"

The record came to an abrupt end. The real situation must be far more horrifying than what was described in words, otherwise all the students would not be so uneasy.

Yang He glanced out the window and the rain seemed to be covering only the Song Mansion.

The clouds in the sky were entangled with each other, forming twisted vortices, and the cold wind was filled with a strange fishy smell.

"hehe."

Yang He did not act rashly. He closed his eyes and communicated with the three ghosts in his body.

The pupil ghost and the powerful ghost seemed a little quiet, perhaps mainly because of the evil spirit behind Yanqu Town, which made the two evil ghosts dare not reveal their breath.

The insect ghost is still contained in the copper coin sword, moving actively among the flesh and blood.

Yang He was unable to control the insect ghosts with ease and could only communicate with them in disguised form through the copper coin sword, which was of very limited use.

"and many more."

His mind moved, and the pupil ghost quietly opened in the ends of his hair.

Yang He stared at the exposed growth rings on the table. The overlapping circles formed a spiral shape. After staring at it for a while, the pain in his internal organs tended to intensify.

If nothing unexpected happens, it is a sign that the snail disease is out of control.

Yang He was not surprised but happy. While he was staring at the vortex, the insect ghost slowly crawled into the Niwan Palace along the blood vessels, and then turned into a vortex.

He visualized the vortex in the Niwan Palace, and fragmentary ideas of Dharma flooded into his mind.

Heart Gu

The method is extremely inferior, the realm is only the first two levels, the words are vague, and it is not even as good as the Taoist's Qi-gazing technique.

But Yang He is sure of one thing, that snail disease is indeed an alternative form of teaching and preaching, but its specific purpose is unknown.

The vortex of annual rings on the table slowly disappeared.

"interesting."

"The highly contagious snail disease, the insect ghosts born will all have highly identical appearances, and the Taoist tradition that can be comprehended by looking directly at the vortex..."

"Why does it feel like Yanqu Town is raising Gu?"

Yang He digested the contents of the heart poison, then cast his gaze towards another vortex.

pat pat pat.

"Good morning, students! Today we are at school again. You should concentrate on your studies and seek knowledge diligently."

An old and hoarse voice sounded.

Yang He paid close attention and saw an unbelievable scene.

The old man was shirtless, with snail shells growing on his high, bulging back. His limbs were limp, and he was crawling by moving his spine.

As the snail walks, its shell continues to grow.

Yang He digested another vortex and obtained a similar insect ghost method. He simply concentrated it on the cracks on the wall to form a large vortex.

He was looking for patterns. After all, the Taoist tradition might come from Emperor Haotian. Maybe he could find a suitable method to raise ghosts in the plague eyes.

"Be good at learning and study hard."

The old gentleman crawled to the front of the school, and everywhere he passed was covered with mucus. He looked at the many scholars who were reading with their heads down.

"This chapter is the opening words of the saint. It is very meaningful. Please read it aloud."

The old man was no longer intelligent, but he still maintained his habits. Everyone immediately began to recite aloud from the book.

Yang He relied on his outstanding reaction and did not reveal any flaws.

One of the scholars was half a beat slower in his recitation and suddenly a look of horror appeared on his face. In an instant, two snail eyes extended in front of him.

"The key to learning is concentration. If your mind is not calm, how can you learn?"

Whirlpools appeared in the scholar's eyes, his expression was dull, his pupils began to spin uncontrollably, and his recitation became extremely hysterical.

Soon, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and veins popped out on his forehead.

The pressure within the scribe's brain continued to increase, his skull made noises of being overwhelmed, and spiral-shaped cracks spread.

The old man smiled with satisfaction.

He curled up in his shell, his limbs began to shrink and detach, his image was completely reduced to that of a snail, and the negative energy emanating from his body intensified.

When we first met, the old man was equivalent to an evil ghost.

In just a few moments, it has transformed into a fierce ghost.

The old man took off all his clothes and sank his boneless body deep into the snail shell. Not long after, he slowly crawled out.

Snapped.

After discarding his snail shell, the old man had transformed into a giant slug.

Yang He looked up at the sky and saw a vortex of dark clouds hovering on the top of the roof. He was afraid that the old man would soon follow in the footsteps of Captain Chen.

Yanqu Town is raising poisonous insects, so unqualified poisonous insects will naturally be cleared out.

"Sir...Sir, I will choose one of you to carry the Whirlpool. Don't worry, I will help him put it on."

"The whirlpool contains the saints and wise men. Reading ten thousand books is not as good as carrying the whirlpool on your back."

The scholars dared not respond and trembled all over.

at this time.

They noticed that Yang He stood up and walked towards the old man.

"Sir, I want to carry the saints on my back."

Yang He stared at the snail shell with great interest. Such a perfect vortex must contain an extremely superior method of raising ghosts, right?

(End of this chapter)