Mythology

Chapter 215: Visualizing the Heavenly Dao and the Southern Pole Immortal

Yi Qidong immediately recognized that it was the voice of the Immortal Buddha, and then a horrifying change occurred in the old man's mind.

Click click click.

There was a sound of flesh and bones growing.

Immediately, the insect eggs attached to the brain quickly hatched, and the old man's facial features squeezed together, gradually turning into a familiar face.

Yi Qidong broke out in a cold sweat and his breathing became heavy.

Even though Yang He's aura was extremely weak, even weaker than that of a cultivator in the weak ghost realm, his brows could convey a terrifying sense of oppression.

The invisible and terrifying aura came from everything Yang He had experienced.

Face the ghosts and gods in the sky, the Nuwa Saint, the Tongtian Master, and even the phantom of the Heavenly Dao.

Yang He himself didn't realize that he was unintentionally becoming more and more extraordinary, which was especially obvious when he wanted to intimidate the other party.

"Yi Qidong, what is the current situation of the Nine Nether Su Nu?"

"Senior, this disaster is called the 'Immortal Corpse Case' in the Grand Court. There are four locations where it was found, and eight suspected locations."

Yi Qidong's attitude was extremely respectful and he did not dare to harbor any ill intentions.

It’s not just because Yang He is an immortal who has lived for more than 3,000 years, but also because of his connection with the imperial court. The official list cannot be wrong, and the immortal must have been a prince of the Shang Dynasty in one of his lives.

The fact that the immortal was able to preserve the Great Shang Seal for three thousand years proves that he is a friend, not an enemy.

Yang He looked at Yi Qidong. Although his soul was still in Peibai City and only a wisp of consciousness came to the valley, he could see the difference between the later cultivators in the state of concentration by relying on his spiritual vision.

The monks of later generations actually had no spiritual roots. To be more precise, their spiritual roots were replaced by killing ghosts.

It is difficult to imagine what the three flowers they condensed when they became immortals were. It feels like the paths to the state of concentration are very different in ancient and modern times.

"Yi Qidong, will you stay in the valley these days?"

"Senior, in fifty-three days, I will lead a group of detectives to the cabinet."

"Cabinet? Tell me more."

Yi Qidong didn't understand why Yang He was interested. "Senior, the inner cabinet is located on the index finger of Wenquxingjun's right foot. It is the place where the evil ghosts retreat to attack the fierce ghosts. It also stores a large number of yin objects. I occasionally go there."

After hearing what Yi Qidong said, Yang He couldn't help but become more interested.

Since the cabinet is a warehouse, the amount of Yin objects stored over the past two thousand years must be enormous. Even if there have been constables exchanging them all the time, there will always be some somewhat useless things left in it.

For example, vulgar things.

Common things are not very useful, but they have characteristics that ordinary people cannot ignore.

During this trip, Yang He also wanted to see the ruins of the Ten Absolute Formations.

"Senior, you..."

Yi Qidong hesitated and wanted to speak, but the head in front of him swelled up, and after a muffled sound, the head exploded into pieces.

He frowned and carefully pondered the conversation with Yang He.

Yi Qidong quickly came to the conclusion that Yang He was planning to go to the cabinet through him, and the other party did not hide his inner thoughts too much.

"hiss."

He knew Yang He's methods and was hiding among the group of detectives without any flaws.

Even if Yi Qidong knew about it in advance, it would be difficult to see through the disguise. Besides, the cabinet was not considered a restricted area in the Dasi court, and there might even be outsiders secluded inside. He might as well do a favor.

If the saint really revives in the future, the immortal might help him.

"Which group of detectives did the immortal infiltrate at the beginning?"

"It seems to be Jialiang Water Village?"

"Sun Qi from Peibai City once failed to advance to the evil ghost realm. When I last saw him, his injuries had healed. Why not give him a spot?"

.........

Yang He's consciousness returned to his true form, and while Yi Qidong wasn't noticing, he had already hidden an insect egg in a strand of the latter's hair.

Whenever Yi Qidong had any ill intentions, he would be able to detect it at the first moment.

"This person is quite reliable. We can find an opportunity to develop him into a downline."

He led his old donkey and strolled leisurely in the market. He estimated in his heart that fifty-three days should be enough to visualize the Way of Heaven again.

In early spring, the vegetable business was bleak, and Yang He focused all his energy on spiritual practice.

The Plague Eye Spirit Root thrives in the body, seemingly without any regularity, but in fact it passes through every blood vessel and meridian and can bless the physical constitution.

Spiritual roots are the bridge to communicate with the Way of Heaven, and to become an immortal one must be close to the Way of Heaven.

After half a month, all the blood vessels and meridians were covered with spiritual roots. Pupil Ghost successfully broke through the bottleneck and naturally entered the 'living branch'.

To grow branches, spiritual roots need to take root in the acupoints all over the body.

Ordinary people have a total of 362 acupoints.

Yang He possesses multiple immortal bodies with 1258 acupoints. If he wants to establish a solid foundation, all the minor acupoints must also be rooted.

Fortunately, the speed of cultivating the immortal body is also unmatched by ordinary people.

Yang He estimated that he would not be stuck in the Concentrated Spirit Realm for too long and hoped to reach the Primal Chaos Realm (Yin Shen Gui) before the Ten Absolute Formations began.

Time continued to move forward, and it came to a hundred days after the last visualization.

[Vulgar things: The heart is full of darkness]

[Related stories: "Ghost Formation" and "Five-Colored Ghost", whether to consume 10 points of spiritual vision to enter the story world]

"determine."

The reason why he was sure that he could visualize the Heavenly Dao again was because he realized that he had forgotten the shadow of the Heavenly Dao in his mind.

How should I put it? It's like the brain is blocking the memory of extreme fear.

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

.........

Yang Heyi was in a trance and came to the bustling Xiqi.

After repelling the Shang army led by Wen Zhong, Xiqi's reputation reached its peak, with hundreds of refugees migrating from other places every day.

I could vaguely sense that there were some unfathomable auras. "It seems that an immortal from the Chan Sect has appeared in Xiqi. The next fight will involve the immortal level."

"I wonder if the cheap master has arrived."

Yang He walked out of the wing room of Xibohou Mansion. Outside was an open courtyard. Next to the rockery was a small bridge and flowing water, and there were two elks raised.

He glanced around but still couldn't figure out the identity of the immortal.

"No matter what, the Twelve Golden Immortals will appear one by one."

Yang He silently recited the spell of visualizing the way of heaven, then looked up at the sky, and the evil spirit in his body gradually became a consumable of his spiritual roots.

[Spiritual Vision: 2.2]

As his spiritual vision surged, towering trees blossomed before his eyes.

On the tree trunk made of bones, all kinds of evil spirits were densely hung. What three thousand avenues? It would be better to say three thousand evil spirits.

Yang He had a splitting headache, and the pain of visualizing the way of heaven would never weaken in the slightest.

boom.

Pupil Ghost couldn't bear the burden and chose to hang himself to end it all.

The angel followed closely behind.

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts, and the Three Corpses Ghost Domain spread out unconsciously, and limbs grew everywhere he could see with the naked eye.

Rumble.

Just as the wing was about to collapse, grass and vines extended from the ground.

The Three Corpse Ghost Domain no longer intensified, and the vegetation became lush and green in the blink of an eye. The banyan tree that had been in the corner for twenty or thirty years turned into a thousand-meter-high ancient tree.

[Alien Spiritual Roots]

[Originally it was Yang He's bones, with a faint consciousness remaining, and the quality was flawless. Later, after being refined by Yang He, it could be used for the practice of taking root in the Concentration Realm.]

Yang He regained consciousness, and his spiritual vision had reached 3.7.

When the lush courtyard came into view, his pupils dilated, and he immediately noticed a hunchbacked old man not far away.

The old man has white hair and a childlike face, kind eyes, a slightly deformed forehead that is high and bulging, and a longevity peach on the top of the walking stick he holds in his hand. Peach blossom petals are always around him as he walks.

"Yang He, the corpse Taoist."

"Disciple Yang He has met the Immortal of the South Pole."

How could Yang He not recognize the old man? He had heard the latter's Taoist name many times. The Immortal of the South Pole was the eldest disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, and his status in the Chan sect seemed to be second only to the Taoist Master Ran Deng.

He had read The Investiture of the Gods and knew the details of many immortals. He even knew that those immortals would convert to Buddhism after being deified.

The only thing is that the South Pole Immortal is rarely described in the original work, and it is impossible to tell his true or false.

"hey-hey."

Nanji Xianweng looked Yang He up and down, stroking his beard, "Interesting, interesting, you abandoned your own magical powers to refine your spiritual roots, Corpse Taoist, your corpse immortal body is more mysterious than I thought."

Yang He laughed dryly a few times, feeling uncomfortable in front of the Antarctic Immortal.

"Young man, I am here to give you the seal of Yuxu Palace."

As the Immortal of the South Pole spoke, a jade seal and ten pills appeared on his palm. The pattern on them was Mount Kunlun where the Yuxu Palace was located, and the back was engraved with the Taoist corpse, a third-generation disciple of the Chan sect.

"If you can survive, I will grant you a chance."

"Thank you, Nanji Xianweng."

Yang He took the seal and the elixir, and then the South Pole Immortal disappeared.

After the Dharma seal was refined, it sank into the Niwan Palace.

【Elixir of Life】

[After taking it, your life span will be increased by 100 years. After taking ten pills in a row, the effect of the elixir will no longer be effective. ]

"One move can make a person live for a thousand years. What is the origin of the Southern Pole Immortal?"

Yo~~

Yang He heard a strange deer cry and subconsciously glanced at the corner. The two elks were standing there motionless.

The limbs remain in the same position, and there is no messy hair when facing you.

Yang He took several steps back and saw the elk from the side with his peripheral vision. The elk was completely made up of a pile of irregular flesh and blood.

Yo~~

There was another deer cry, and then two elks died suddenly.

"It's exactly the same as the elk in the forest of beasts in the Qianyuan Mountain legend. Both are strange monsters that can only live on a flat surface."

Yang He looked calm on the outside, but he was suspicious in his heart. Could the fall of Qianyuan Mountain be related to the Antarctic Immortal?
"Maybe it's a coincidence?"

"But to rescue Taiyi Zhenren, we probably have to find a way from Yuxu Palace."

He telepathically informed Jiang Ziya that he would be in seclusion for a period of time, then leaned over and crawled into the Pure Yin Coffin, burying himself deep under the ground in the wing room.

[Your character "Corpse Dao Tong" has died, and the role-playing story has ended]

Yang He ended his journey in the world of allusions and exchanged his spiritual roots as soon as he returned to the main world, but he did not start refining them until the severe pain subsided.

He skillfully cut the wound on his chest with three fingers moving upwards.

The alien spiritual root drilled into the body and entangled with the plague eye spiritual root.

The power ghost only needs to spread along the plague eye spiritual root. After the concentration state is perfected, the two spiritual roots should merge into one.

During the training, the day of going to the cabinet was approaching unknowingly.

Yang He discovered that Captain Sun had already set off, so he followed him on his black cat, and soon they arrived at a bustling valley together.

There were a total of twenty constables on this trip, all of them young cultivators.

Sun Qi seemed out of place there.

Yang He didn't show up at all, and hid in the black cat's mustard seed space.

(End of this chapter)