Mythology

Chapter 189: Taking Advantage of Lei Zhenzi's Opportunity

Before Yang He could confirm it, he saw a haze as thick as asphalt spreading from everywhere, and the few candles in the Taoist temple went out.

The monk's insane mumbling became extremely harsh.

Yang He took a quick glance and his expression stiffened. He saw a huge face stuck to the window. It was Queen Jiang who had transformed into the Nine Netherworlds Su Nu.

Click.

His upper and lower jaws opened several meters apart, and he swept his chilling gaze over everyone in the room.

There was a muffled sound in Yang He's Niwan Palace, and the precious pearl in his yin organ that protected his soul shattered, and the terrifying deterrent force from the murderous ghost came towards him.

"Sure!"

The writing on the panel stopped, and the shadows of four permanent characters came into view.

"Play the role of [Corpse Dao Tong]."

.........

The outskirts of Xiqi.

The surface of Jiulongjian Lake is crystal clear, and the drizzling autumn rain mixed with cold wind causes the fallen leaves to float away.

There was an old man fishing on the shore. He was holding a long rod with a straight hook. He seemed to have no intention of fishing and let the thin line sway in the wind.

"Master Jiang."

Twenty or thirty dignitaries stood behind the old man in silence.

Leading the way was Duke Xibo. Even though he was over eighty years old, he was still as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his brows revealed a unique calmness.

"People in this world do not recognize the noble aspirations of the wise, they just become old fishermen by the stream."

"Master Jiang, I have been waiting for you for more than three days. I hope you can take action to suppress the disaster in Xiqi, otherwise the people will suffer heavy casualties."

Jiang Ziya did not respond, with an unfathomable smile on his face.

King Xibo looked towards Xiqi worriedly, only to see smoke and dust rising from the city, resentment almost rising to the sky, the thick dark clouds had not dispersed for more than ten days, and there was not a trace of sunlight.

After the Nuwa Festival more than ten years ago, evil spirits began to spread across the world.

At first, evil spirits usually appeared in lonely graves and wild places. Gradually, evil spirits also appeared in towns and villages. Now even the densely populated Xiqi has suffered from the disaster. In just two or three months, dozens of people have died unexpectedly.

When King Xibo heard that there was a saint disciple in Jiulongjian, he wanted to invite Jiang Ziya to help exorcise evil spirits and avoid disasters, but the latter was reluctant to leave.

"King Wu, I have made friends with many talented people among the independent cultivators. Let them rush to Xiqi as fast as possible. Why not..."

The person who spoke was San Yisheng, a counselor under the tutelage of King Xibo.

He didn't quite believe that the old man in front of him was a disciple of a saint. Normally, immortals should have the ability to maintain their youth, so why was Jiang Ziya so old?

San Yisheng also noticed the chilblains on Jiang Ziya's palms, and the more he looked at them, the more he looked like an ordinary person.

"Cough cough cough."

King Xibo was quite old, and after staying by the humid lake for a long time, he felt cold all over, but he still forced himself to wait.

"Master Jiang, you decide whether it will work or not!"

Jiang Ziya did not reply and continued to fish patiently.

boom.

Suddenly, a grave mound on the bank of Jiulong Gorge trembled abruptly, scaring everyone back away, and Xibohou became even more furious.

"The time is right, the time is right."

Jiang Ziya stroked his beard and laughed, stirring the lake water with a long pole.

"Lord Xibo, I want to ask you, do you want to eradicate the evil, or suppress it for the time being?"

“Eradication, of course.”

Xibohou pushed away San Yisheng who wanted to support him, without any fear, and said, "Please tell me, Jiang Taigong, how to eradicate this evil."

"The Shang Dynasty has committed atrocities, which has displeased the Saint Nuwa. As long as Chaoge is not overthrown, the troubles in the world will not cease."

After these words were spoken, the dignitaries had different expressions.

You know, although there have always been voices among the people saying that the Shang Dynasty will perish, in terms of national strength, the Shang Dynasty is now in its heyday.

Jiang Ziya's words were full of rebellion, which they could not accept.

There was a gleam of light in the eyes of Lord Xibo, and his ambition that had been dormant for many years became apparent. Even though he was already an octogenarian, why did you, Emperor Xin, become the common ruler of the world?

San Yisheng stopped talking, realizing that Jiang Ziya was not just a simple disciple of a saint.

Xibohou's gaze slowed down, "What if it's just temporarily suppressed?"

Jiang Ziya swung the long pole, and the lake water formed a tornado. Dense bubbles gushed out of it, and the yin energy became more and more intense.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, a large number of corpses were soaked in the lake.

boom.

bang bang.

Jiang Ziya chuckled, put away his pole, turned around and looked at the grave. The surrounding grass and trees were withered, and there were arms sticking out from the soil.

Yang He left the grave and the corpse-like state on his body gradually disappeared.

Jiang Ziya introduced: "Don't be surprised, Lord Xibo. This corpse immortal is my nephew. His Taoism ranks among the best in Qianyuan Mountain. If you want to eradicate the evil, he will be a help, haha."

Xibo Hou clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Xibo Hou Jifa has seen the corpse fairy."

"Ji Fa?"

Yang He raised his eyebrows. Shouldn't Xibohou be Ji Chang? It seemed that he ate his eldest son and passed the throne to Ji Fa after defeating Zhou.

It seems that the plot of the world of allusions has changed again.

San Yisheng wanted to say something but stopped himself, but he saw Yang He stomped hard on the grave. A muffled sound was heard, and the raised earth mound became extremely flat.

"Uncle Master, how do you have time to fish?"

Yang He couldn't help but complain. Chaoge was already gathering thirty-six armies, and would send troops to the four great lords in half a year at most. "Hehe."

Jiang Ziya smiled and motioned Yang He to look towards Xiqi City.

Yang He opened his pupils and looked around, only to see a tangible resentment rising into the sky, even more spectacular than when the plague ghost was scattered.

He looked carefully and saw that the resentment was faintly transformed into the shape of a towering tree.

The towering tree is made up of piles of flesh, blood and bones, with human heads and fruits hanging on its branches, and it feels like evil spirits may emerge at any time.

Yang He was secretly shocked that such a strange phenomenon could occur in a town with a population of one million.

Without the barrier between yin and yang, the world of allusions would sooner or later become a mess between humans and ghosts, with the number of evil spirits outnumbering that of the mundane world, dooming the people to live in misery.

Yang He heard the conversation between Jiang Ziya and Ji Fa.

What is the way to eradicate the evil? Even if the Shang Dynasty was destroyed, it would be useless. Even after three thousand years, the evil still exists, just barely separated.

Jiang Ziya asked, "Hou Xibo, did anything strange happen after your father died?"

"Indeed."

Ji Fa said without disguising, "My father Ji Chang died half a year ago, and his body disappeared the next day. Thinking carefully, it seems that the cause of the disaster appeared since then."

"Okay, you guys go back home, the trouble won't happen again."

Jiang Ziya flicked his sleeves, and the apricot yellow flag fell to the bottom of the lake. The resentment in Xiqi City immediately gathered towards Jiulongjian. The lake water turned pitch black, and heart-wrenching wails were heard.

Although it is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution, at least it can divert the trouble away.

"This……"

San Yisheng felt his scalp tingling as he looked at the surging lake filled with white bones. He wanted to speak but was glared at by Ji Fa.

"Thank you for your help, Grandpa."

Ji Fa retreated a thousand meters away, called for a carriage and left.

Jiang Ziya nodded slightly, "Nephew, what do you think of Xibo Hou Jifa? Is he a candidate for the common leader of the world?"

"do not know."

Yang He said helplessly: "Uncle Master, we don't have much time left, right? Please don't delay Master Yuanshi's arrangements."

"Of course I know that Xibo Hou is indeed kind and generous. Hehe, he started accumulating strength seven years ago."

Jiang Ziya raised his head proudly, obviously having figured out Ji Fa's strengths and weaknesses.

Yang He didn't want to get involved in the complicated political affairs of Xiqi, so he asked directly: "Uncle Master, where did you place Queen Jiang?"

"Three hundred miles east of the outskirts of the city, there is an abandoned Nuwa Temple. I will hand Queen Jiang over to your junior brother Qingfeng, and he should arrive in a few days."

"it is good."

Yang He took out the copper coin sword and immediately planned to escape and find the Nuwa Temple.

I must make some arrangements before Queen Jiang becomes the Nine Netherworld Lady. If I can influence the main world, maybe I can achieve great things.

"and many more."

Jiang Ziya hurriedly asked, "Nephew, aren't you curious about this pool of water?"

Yang He stared at it for a few moments and suddenly felt that it was somewhat similar to Qinghu Lake, the same Qinghu Lake where Taiyi Zhenren reshaped Nezha's body when he was the Ghost Lotus.

"Uncle Master, are you planning to raise a ghost?"

"It's not raising a ghost." Jiang Ziya explained in a deep voice: "The resentment in Xiqi originated from Ji Chang. I read a fortune telling, and Ji Chang was destined to have 100 children, but he only gave birth to 99. If the 100th child doesn't come out, the resentment will not dissipate."

"Hundred Sons?"

The corner of Yang He's eyes twitched. It seemed that this setting did exist in the original work.

Ji Chang had ninety-nine sons, and including daughters, there were probably two to three hundred of them, and they were all his biological children, like walking stud horses.

"I have already sent a telepathic message to your master, Taiyi Zhenren. He will not interfere, but he will ask Nezha to bring the method of raising ghosts in the pond water."

Jiang Ziya felt a little regretful. When Yuanshi Tianzun handed him the List of Gods, the Twelve Golden Immortals expressed their support, but when Xiqi was facing thirty-six armies, not one of them was willing to go out in person.

Yang He was deep in thought, and a name was about to come out in his mind.

Jiang Ziya murmured, "Senior Brother Yu Ding's disciple Yang Jian will also come to Xiqi together. The other three generations of disciples may wait and see, but your help is enough!!"

"The resentment in the lake has not dissipated. It should be possible to give birth to Ji Chang's 100th son who has not yet been born. This should increase the chances of success by 10 to 20 percent."

"Lei Zhenzi!!"

Yang He's eyes revealed an interest. In the original work, Ji Chang's godson was Lei Zhenzi, who had a face as blue as indigo, hair like cinnabar, fangs, and a two-meter-tall body with two wings of wind and thunder on his back.

His image is that of Lei Gong, and eventually he seems to have become the god of thunder in heaven.

"If it really is Lei Zhenzi, can he take his place?"

"But if I do this, since I can't play two roles at the same time, it will undoubtedly affect Xiqi's strength, which is difficult to deal with."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment and asked: "Uncle, will Junior Brother Longxuhu come to Xiqi as well?"

"Hey."

Jiang Ziya shook his head and said, "The dragon-bearded tiger has been sleeping for many years. We can only wait for him to wake up naturally."

"Uncle Master, it is a bit redundant to use Xiqi's overwhelming resentment to raise a ghost. It is better to place Junior Brother's dragon body in the pond to warm it up."

"That makes sense. You are a very thoughtful person, nephew."

Jiang Ziya held the seal in his palm and said, "Since Nezha will help Xiqi, why not let your senior brother escort him as well."

"hey-hey."

Lei Zhenzi is the reincarnation of heavenly thunder, and the Third Prince can just take advantage of the opportunity.

True dragons are naturally inclined towards thunder, and a Jiao that transforms into a dragon needs to forge its body through thunder tribulations. With the heavenly thunder tempering its body, there is a chance that its immortal body will be able to take a step further.

Yang He bid farewell to Jiang Ziya and headed straight for the Nuwa Temple three hundred miles away.

(End of this chapter)