Mythology

Chapter 130: The Opportunity to Become a Plague Messenger
The old man seemed a little surprised and looked at Yang He with a look of relief.

Even though Yang He did not reveal the three ghosts, the insect ghost still had an invisible influence, and the light around him seemed to be twisting and rotating.

"Very good, very good. Since you are willing to carry the sage on your back, come on up. The whirlpool contains a myriad of knowledge that others cannot even obtain!"

His words were full of urgency, and he couldn't help but glance out the window.

The vortex of dark clouds gradually came towards the school. The old gentleman was so frightened that he was shaking all over and could not help urging Yang He again and again.

"This is a saint. As long as you have aspirations in your heart, you can comprehend the whirlpool."

"quick!"

Yang He smiled without saying anything, noticing that after the old man shed his shell, his aura had dropped to that of a newly-entered evil spirit, while the snail shell instead had a strong yin energy.

It is obvious that the old man wants to use the snail shell to avoid the screening of the vortex.

The vortex lures people into becoming evil spirits and then clears them away. It seems that only someone like Yang He, who can give birth to insect ghosts in his body, can survive.

"Sir, is there an immortal master in the Song Mansion?"

"The Immortal Master is not in the Song Mansion!"

The old man's voice became hysterical, and he was shaking with fear. "Master has something to do and needs to leave the Song Mansion temporarily. Hurry, carry the sage on your back immediately!"

"If you don't want to comprehend the whirlpool, then change it to someone else!!!"

Yang He didn't ask any more questions and continued to walk slowly towards the snail shell.

There were waves in the Niwan Palace. After the insect ghost digested the two whirlpools, its cultivation level obviously increased slightly.

Yang He secretly sighed that he was worthy of being a Gu breeder.

Under normal circumstances, the promotion of insect ghosts would be very cumbersome, but they were able to rely on vortices to break through the bottleneck. According to the number of vortices in Yanqu Town, it was enough to support hundreds of insect ghosts.

Seeing that Yang He did not resist, the old man could not help but admire him and said, "You must not be negligent and should learn from Yang He."

No one in the school answered, they were staring at the snail shell.

The whirlpools inside and outside the snail shell seem to be magical. If you are not careful, you will be immersed in them, and the so-called snail disease will take over your brain.

They opened their mouths uncontrollably, and their upper and lower jaws made sounds under the heavy pressure.

The tongue came out little by little, growing bigger and bigger.

Some of the scribes remained conscious, but could only watch their tongues die while their heads became snail shells infested with slugs.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Save me! Save us!"

There are signs that the neck is breaking, and once the head is separated, it will turn into a human-headed snail.

The spiritual vision surged.

Yang He stopped calmly and opened his pupil between his brows.

"You are a rising star. You are born to be a saint."

The old man was becoming increasingly impatient. The vortex of dark clouds had already reached the window. With a snap, the window was blown open by the strong wind and the rain poured down.

"Quick!"

"As long as you come into contact with the vortex, I will help you comprehend the saints. Don't panic about any changes, they are all the magical effects of the vortex!"

Yang He stared directly at the vortex. The patterns of the snail shell had already been reflected in the Niwan Palace. The insect ghost was digesting greedily and could be promoted to an evil ghost at any time.

The old man approached Yang He, and mucus secreted from his body.

At this moment.

Click.

The old gentleman had a look of astonishment on his face, and a fine crack appeared on the surface of the snail shell. The changes in the scholars' behavior also came to an abrupt halt.

"you……"

They gasped for breath and covered their mouths with lingering fear.

The scholars couldn't help but look at Yang He, and a horrifying scene appeared.

Yang He was still looking directly at the vortex, but there was an extra arm behind him. To be precise, it was a skinny, mummified arm.

The palms of the mummy's arms have blood-red pupils! !

Bang bang bang.

The ghost hand turned into a length of four or five meters and wrapped around the old man like a long snake.

"No, no, no, sir. I have been teaching and answering questions for forty years. I don't want to die. Why should I die in a whirlpool? Yang He, let me go..."

Before he could finish his words, the ghost hand had already taken the old man out of the school.

After mastering the Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra, even if he is not a permanent character, Ghost Hand has the strength of an evil ghost. With the blessing of the pupil ghost, it is not something that the old man who gave up his snail shell can resist.

"Do not!!!"

The giant slug that the old man transformed into was sucked into a vortex of dark clouds.

After a few breaths, the ghost hand brought back another piece of locust flesh and bone, which was slightly smaller than the one formed by Chen the Butcher, but of excellent quality.

The copper coin sword was ready to move. Yang Heyi took back his flesh and bones, and the sword body came out of his chest. Dozens of red ropes tied up his flesh and bones and devoured them all.

After all, this Yin instrument was refined by Taiyi Zhenren, and its spirituality is far beyond ordinary.

The snail shell in front of Yang He also shattered into pieces.

He closed his eyes and digested the new method in his mind, "The Plague Insect Transformation into Ghosts Sutra".

The Plague Insect Transformation into Ghosts Sutra is comparable to the Three Heavens Miaowei Divine Eye, with a total of four levels, and there are a lot of annotations on how to practice between the lines.

The insect ghost roared excitedly, only half a step away from the evil ghost realm.

"Well."

The remaining aura of the vortex acted on Yang He's body.

Whirlpools appeared between his flesh, blood and bones. He frowned slightly. Whirlpools began to spread throughout his organs and even swirled in his blood.

Click click click.

Yang He’s head swelled and he continued to move closer to the so-called immortal master.

Suddenly, some unfamiliar memories emerged in my mind, as if after comprehending a certain vortex of Taoism, I would gradually come into contact with the truth.

"The source of the snail disease is indeed Jiejiao." Yang He seemed to be scratching his head. He was so close to the secret of Yanqu Town, but there was only a thin layer of window paper between them.

"Photography!"

The ghost's pupils opened and closed.

The scholars woke up one after another, their expressions still showing fear.

Yang He's exposed skin was covered with a large number of pupils, and the surrounding ground and walls also had cracks. In an instant, the entire school was shrouded in the gaze of countless pupils.

They didn't notice that as the pupils continued, the traces of the vortex were disappearing.

Yang He smiled, his appearance had completely degenerated into a face like a full moon, eyes like pearls, and just standing there was like a real oppression.

He felt that Vortex's method of comprehending one by one was too slow, so he decided to do them all at once.

There was a commotion in the Niwan Palace, and the insect ghost was promoted to an evil ghost. Its size became even larger, but it still looked like a snail without a shell.

As the digestion of the vortex intensified, many Taoist traditions of varying depths emerged.

Yang He discovered that the Taoist tradition was not just about raising ghosts, it also included a lot of alchemy and weapon refining.

Although most of the methods were relatively superficial, there were enough of them, and each one could give him new perspectives on the lower realms.

“It’s the Immortal… Immortal Master!!”

"The Immortal Master saved us, otherwise that evil spirit would have twisted our heads off."

“Master!!”

They had more or less seen the Immortal Master. Before the rain came, the Immortal Master was resting in a room not far from the school.

Every time I passed by, I could see the immortal master standing motionless at the window.

The huge head is extremely conspicuous.

"Could it be that Yang Hecheng has become an immortal? I returned home at midnight a few days ago and noticed a figure in the inn that looked very much like an immortal master."

"That's impossible. All immortal masters don't look the same, do they?"

The pupil ghost between Yang He’s eyebrows closed, and the pupils on the ground and walls disappeared, and all the whirlpools in the school disappeared out of thin air.

No matter how serious the snail disease outside is, the vortex will not spread anymore.

Yang He glanced at the scholars and warned them, "I suggest you don't leave the academy easily. There are dangers everywhere in Yanqu Town. The snail disease has already spread."

"Thank you, Master!!"

They saluted in unison.

Yang He looked down at his palm, where his fingerprints had turned into a vortex. "Does anyone know the origin of the Song Mansion Immortal Master?"

The scholars looked at each other and realized that there was more than one immortal master.

"I...I know."

"The Immortal Master came to the Song Mansion five days ago. At that time, the snail disease had not yet appeared, but the Immortal Master had already mentioned that there would be a plague. I vaguely heard him call himself... a walker."

"The Plague Messenger."

"Yes, Immortal Master, he is indeed the Plague Messenger."

Yang He has already figured out the current situation in Yanqu Town.

The Huiwo Taoist tradition brought a lot of fragmented memories, and he relied on the vague impression of reading The Investiture of the Gods in his previous life to barely piece together the cause and effect.

The orthodox teaching has twelve golden immortals, while the evil teaching has no distinction between disciples. In addition to the four direct disciples, there are also seven immortal attendants.

The source of the snail disease was arranged by Lu Yue of the Jiejiao Sect.

Lu Yue may be unfamiliar to some people, but later he was canonized as the God of Plague by Jiang Taigong, and his full name is "Emperor Haotian of Plague".

That’s right, it was the ghost god Emperor Haotian who was the source of the plague.

What Lu Yue did in Yanqu Town was to recruit plague messengers and use the lives of thousands of people in the town to raise and select the plague messengers.

Yang He was not sure whether the plague messenger could be considered as Lu Yue's disciple.

But the existence of the Plague Messenger is to expand the manpower for Jiejiao to attack Xiqi.

Yang He even suspected that Lu Yue's arrangements in the towns near Xiqi were just a matter of convenience, even if all mortals died as a result.

"Neuropathy!"

He cursed inwardly a few times, and at the same time realized the horror of the methods of the Jiejiao immortal.

"Lv Yue's strength is probably comparable to that of the Twelve Golden Immortals. The most important thing is that he has no psychological burden."

"In the original work, many Jiejiao disciples seemed to have always believed that they were on the side of justice, and that slaughtering Xiqi was just following the will of heaven. This is outrageous."

"But anyway..."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, becoming a plague messenger to help complete the story.

The story of the plague ghost is most likely about Lü Yue's attack on Xiqi. If nothing unexpected happens, the Chan sect should win. After all, Xiqi was the capital of the Great Zhou, and its destruction meant the end of its fate.

"Even if the Chan Sect wins this battle, it will probably be a miserable victory."

“It’s difficult.”

Yang He walked out of the academy slowly, and the pupil ghost left his body and began to plunder more of the Huiwo Taoist sect. The inferiority of the method does not mean that it is worthless.

He could vaguely sense that more than a dozen immortal masters had been born in Yanqu Town.

"The Immortal Master of the Song Mansion is most likely a disciple of Jiejiao. After learning about the opportunity in advance, he rushed to Yanqu Town hoping to reap the benefits."

"But."

As Yang He walked, the pupil ghost suddenly grew to half a meter in size, hanging behind his head and flickering with a faint light. Wherever he passed, there were densely packed pupils.

"I'm definitely going to be this traitor!"

Yang He digested countless whirlpools, and the insect ghost showed signs of becoming a fierce ghost, making it increasingly difficult for the other two ghosts to suppress the insect ghost.

"It doesn't matter if I die a few more times. It would be a shame to miss the opportunity to become the Plague Messenger."

"kindness?"

Yang He looked into the distance belatedly and felt a familiar breath entering the town.

"Junior Brother Qingfeng? It doesn't seem so."

(End of this chapter)