Mythology

Chapter 209: The Yin soldiers pass through the border, Wen Zhong attacks

"Miss Deng, if nothing unexpected happens, the army led by Wen Zhong will arrive in the near future."

Deng Chanyu listened to the sounds coming from all directions in the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple and could not help but stare at the three statues. Her soul felt a sharp pain again.

"Corpse Taoist, what did my father say?"

She couldn't help but feel uneasy. If Deng Jiugong didn't agree to Jiang Ziya's surrender, would she become the nutrients of the Taoist temple?

Yang He didn't reply, and the ground of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple began to rise and fall slightly.

After all, the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple was made with the flesh and bones of the four generals of the Demon Family, and it has some connection with the Xiqi Ghost Realm. It can even vaguely sense the present Xiqi which has been on a two-day truce.

In the present world, Xiqi seems to be peaceful, and Deng Jiugong is clearly inclined to rebel.

It seems like a truce, but in fact they are waiting for news from Deng Chanyu.

At the same time, large-scale construction was going on in the city.

The altar was being built and taking shape bit by bit. Jiang Ziya carefully engraved spiritual patterns on the surface, with Baihe Sanren assisting from the side.

Yang He could clearly sense that the altar was prepared for entering and exiting the Xiqi ghost realm.

"I'm afraid it won't be enough just relying on the progress of the altar."

"My involvement in the Heart-Digging Ghost has both advantages and disadvantages. Originally, Deng Jiugong would have to attack the city for at least ten days. If Shen Gongbao hadn't died in the Xiqi Ghost Domain, Wen Zhong's arrival would definitely have been delayed."

"Now that Wen Zhong has arrived early, it will be difficult to deal with."

Yang He seemed to have a headache. He couldn't resist Wen Zhong's army alone.

"Hey."

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, but his consciousness inadvertently touched the altar, and suddenly the connection between the world and the ghost realm became clear.

Jiang Ziya looked confused and raised his hand to signal others to stay away from the altar.

"impossible."

"I have read more than one fortune-teller, and the fortune-telling for the next three days is all of minor bad luck."

Click.

Suddenly, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the altar, Jiang Ziya's face turned ashen, and the yellow light emitted by the apricot yellow flag covered an area of ​​100 meters.

"Yang Jian, come see me quickly!"

Jiang Ziya quickly sent a message to Yang Jian, and then a flash of fire appeared.

Nezha came uninvited and stared at the altar with great interest. Even the apricot yellow flag did not slow down the spread of the cracks.

Flesh and blood squeezed out from the cracks, and bones supported the four corners of the altar.

Yang Jian landed beside Jiang Ziya and peeked at the altar through his heavenly eyes to see what was wrong, but he only felt a familiar breath mixed in it.

"how?"

"Uncle Master, the altar seems to be contaminated by evil spirits. Why don't we build another one?"

"not enough time."

Jiang Ziya frowned. If he could not enter the Xiqi ghost realm in advance, he would have to evacuate the city's population of more than one million. Doing so would inevitably lead to losing the people's support.

"Nezha, what did you find?"

Yang Jian saw Nezha approaching the altar covered in blood and flesh.

"It's junior brother."

After Nezha muttered to himself with certainty, he dived into the flesh and blood without hesitation, and his soul and aura disappeared out of thin air.

Jiang Ziya counted with his fingers and could not help but follow closely.

Yang Jian summoned Sky-Howling Dog and dived into the altar, only to arrive at an unfamiliar Taoist temple. In the corner sat Deng Chanyu with a dazed look on her face.

He asked Huang Tianhua to gather soldiers and light beacons to contact Deng Jiugong.

"As expected of a corpse Taoist, you can solve the deadly trap set by Shen Gongbao."

Yang Jian also walked through the altar and was startled the moment he stepped into the Taoist Temple of Flesh and Blood.

The three of them stared at the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple in trance. The more they looked, the more incredible it seemed to them. They didn't understand whether the building itself was made of people or a ghost.

Nezha was lying on the incense table and petting the cat comfortably, "Hehe, Junior Brother is full of clever ideas! No wonder he asked for Yang Jian's corpse incarnation."

Jiang Ziya was secretly astonished, the Taoist Temple of Flesh and Blood was no match for an ordinary incarnation.

He also transformed the three Taoist traditions into three guardian gods, which made him capable of founding his own sect. It is not impossible for him to be listed among the golden immortals of the orthodox teaching after he attains immortality.

"Yang Jian, what do you think?"

"Great talent."

Yang Jian made a rare joke, "I have been thinking about what gift I should give to my junior brother after he opens the temple.

Jiang Ziya noticed that the Xiqi ghost realm was completely unrecognizable. The strength of the three guardian gods should not be underestimated. There was a high probability that Shen Gongbao would suffer another defeat.

and many more.

Where is Yang He's body? Could it have been turned into a Taoist temple?

"Uncle Jiang, Brother Nezha, Brother Yang Jian, long time no see."

Yang He walked out slowly from the wall. He looked a little haggard and thin at first, but after a few steps he had returned to his original state.

He was not acting as a corpse boy, it was purely his soul that controlled the body.

Unfortunately, its range of activities is limited to the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, a bit like a ground-bound ghost.

Judging from the reactions of Jiang Ziya and the other two, it is probably difficult to find a similar Taoist temple like the one in the world of allusions.

Deng Chanyu couldn't help but steal a glance at Yang He. Although he looked still young compared to the appearance of a mummy, his every move revealed his spirituality.

This bad guy looks... pretty good.

The three straight men, old, middle-aged and young, all focused on the Taoist temple of flesh and blood. It seemed to be made of flesh and bones and was strange and inexplicable, but in fact it contained the lingering charm of the way of heaven and had a unique beauty in their eyes.

"Nephew, your Taoist temple incarnation has great potential." "Thank you, Uncle Jiang, for the reminder."

Jiang Ziya sighed and said, "I am reminded of my third senior brother Huang Long from Yuxu Palace. If you meet Huang Long Zhenren in the future, you can ask him how to avoid wasting this Taoist incarnation."

Nezha's words showed no respect at all, and he added with a smile: "Huang Long Zhenren is a dragon with innate Yin veins that spans a thousand miles and became an immortal. Master said that his strength can only be ranked at the bottom."

"Cough cough cough."

Jiang Ziya was almost choked by his saliva and dared not mention the Twelve Golden Immortals again.

Sooner or later, sparks will clash between the orthodox and unorthodox sects, and the Twelve Golden Immortals will most likely fall. There are even immortals watching the Shang Dynasty's attack on Xiqi.

"Miss Deng." Jiang Ziya turned to ask Deng Chanyu in the corner, "Deng Jiugong has agreed to assist Xibohou in his rebellion against King Zhou. I hope you can go back to the barracks and invite General Deng Jiugong."

"Discuss how to set up an ambush in Xiqi Ghost Territory to deal with Wen Zhong."

Jiang Ziya patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said, "Nephew, accompany Miss Deng..."

"Uncle Master, I have told Brother Huang Dao that Deng Jiugong should already know about it."

Yang Jian raised his eyes and stared at them, feeling more and more that the guardian god transformed by the descending ghost was mysterious and could verify his own laws of heaven and earth.

The same thing happened to Nezha, who was lying at the feet of the guardian god transformed by the powerful ghost.

Yang He let the two of them visualize. Yang Jian and Nezha had already walked their own paths. Even if the two ghosts had the potential to be saints, it was impossible for them to have evil thoughts. At most, they could serve as a mirror for enlightenment.

Moreover, Yang Jian and Nezha's connections are of great use in Journey to the West.

After all, they are the combat power of the first and second echelons.

Deng Chanyu was ignored, "Jiang Taigong, I will convince my father to send troops."

Jiang Ziya stroked his beard and said, "If you have any hesitation, you can wait for two days until the soldiers of the Li family at Chentang Pass march together."

Deng Chanyu nodded in agreement, and just as she was about to say a few more polite words, she was sent to the mortal world by Yang He.

Jiang Ziya glanced at the three little warriors, turned around and left the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, to find out the taboos of the Xiqi ghost realm so that he could deploy troops to deal with it.

In order to prevent any accidents from happening in the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple, Yang He did not kill himself and pretend to be a corpse Taoist boy, but just restrained his breath as much as possible.

At dusk, twenty to thirty thousand elite soldiers and generals entered the ghost realm of Xiqi.

Jiang Ziya was proficient in the Five Gods, so he naturally knew how to avoid the stripping of organs every hour, and cast a spell to bring the soldiers' organs back to life.

Early the next morning, Deng Jiugong arrived with 20,000 soldiers.

Deng Jiugong did not say hello to the three little strong men who were immersed in their cultivation. He could feel the discomfort in their body and soul just by a glance at them.

"I thought that with the help of the immortals from the upper realm and the disciples of Jiejiao, Xiqi would not be able to make any waves. I didn't expect that..."

"The Chan Sect still has a profound foundation. Each and every one of them is destined to become an immortal."

Deng Jiugong had a deep gaze and realized that the change of dynasties, after involving the Chan and Jie sects, was also a chance for mortals to become immortals.

"It would be nice if my daughter could find a fairy husband."

"Well."

Yang Jian groaned, his face was already green and fang-covered, and the leaked negative energy made Nezha instinctively activate his three heads and six arms.

Seeing this, Yang He called for a human skin curtain to isolate the two people's breath.

Deng Jiugong was horrified and quickly gave up the idea. Wasn't it said that the Chan Sect was the orthodox Taoism? How come...all its disciples were demons and monsters?
As soon as he left, tens of thousands of soldiers arrived at the ghost area of ​​Xiqi.

The three little strong men woke up at the same time.

"Third brother, fourth brother, I hope you are all right. Your cultivation has not fallen behind at all."

Jin Zha had a smile on his face, and there was already a hint of solemnity between his brows. His cultivation was comparable to Yang He's pupil ghost, and he was in the state of concentration and spiritual evolution.

Mu Zha was slightly inferior, but he had also begun to enter the state of concentration.

The two of them made rapid progress in their cultivation, but after all, they all learned from the Twelve Golden Immortals. Jin Zha’s teacher was Manjusri Bodhisattva, and Mu Zha’s teacher was Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

Their masters all hold high status in Buddhism, and are two of the four great bodhisattvas.

"Yes, big brother and second brother."

Nezha felt a little uncomfortable, and Yang He also felt that Jinzha and Muzha had changed a lot from the inside out. He had the impression that both of them converted to Buddhism.

Jin Zha spoke gently, "I won't bother you three anymore. We will be responsible for killing Wen Zhong in the South City District. Please be careful."

The two men pushed the door open and disappeared into the street. Li Feng exchanged a few words and did not stay long.

Nezha watched Jinzha and Muzha leave, feeling an indescribable strangeness in his heart, "Junior brother, why is it that only you and I have the same relationship as before?"

"Time flies, and things are always different."

Yang Jian answered on behalf of Yang He, and then said with a hint of meaning: "I have met the two Taoist friends before. Four years ago, they were just mortals, but now they have natural immortal bodies just like you."

Yang He was filled with thoughts; Buddhism was elusive, both in ancient and modern times.

There is not a single word about Mount Lingshan, which is home to five hundred arhats, three thousand Jietis, and many bodhisattvas and Buddhas, in later generations.

"Wen Zhong is coming!!"

"The Shang Dynasty rebelled against the Heavenly Gang and tried to disrupt the world with the Yin soldiers. Changing dynasties is in accordance with the will of heaven!!!"

Jiang Ziya's message interrupted the silence, and heavy breathing rose and fell in the city.

I saw dark clouds and rumbling thunder in the distance, accompanied by a strong yin energy, and the sound of thousands of troops coming from far away.

"Yang He, can you see through it?" Yang Jian asked solemnly.

"Can't see through."

Yang He did not tell the truth. It was true that he could not see through the pupil ghost, but his psychic vision could detect clues.

On the surface, it was an army of one hundred thousand, but in the eyes of the psychic vision, it was one hundred thousand...corpses. To be more precise, it was one hundred thousand corpses with different causes of death.

The ghost soldiers still have a faint chance of survival, but they may die at any time.

Wen Zhong has not shown up, but the thunder has already gathered among the clouds.

(End of this chapter)