Mythology

Chapter 222: Longevity Cave on Jiulong Island

The noise from the ghost-luring formation gradually subsided, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

Yang He sat cross-legged, the pupil ghost in his mind received several thoughts, and his spiritual consciousness read them carefully, just like reading the morning newspaper.

'The Fuyang Chamber of Commerce has expanded to five regions, and new clues have been obtained.'

"It seems that there is internal strife in the Zishi Sect, and Yu Zheng is taking this opportunity to fight for power."

'Yi Qidong was transferred to Yuebei and heard that a high mountain had grown out of the plain. Every time the night fell, the altitude would continue to rise.'

Yang He narrowed his eyes.

Climbing higher and higher mountains can't lead to the moon, right?
He couldn't help but think of Fairy Guanghan. If Nuwa's disciples were really reviving one after another, would it be his senior sister's turn next?
at this time.

The neighing of the paper horse interrupted Yang He's thoughts.

"Master, it's almost time for me to return to Jialiang Water Village."

Sun Qi calculated the days and found that it was exactly the thirty days mentioned by Min Xiu. Only twelve of the more than thirty detectives in the group were promoted, and the rest had become evil spirits in the endless hell.

"kindness."

Yang He added: "The cabinet's affairs should not attract attention. If anyone asks, just blame Zhang Yu."

Sun Qi agreed, and then the cry of a black cat rang in his ears.

When he came to his senses, he had already been quietly sent out of the house by the black cat.

Yang He raised his eyes to the sky. The Ten Absolute Formations remained the same, but the head of the corpse Taoist boy would not appear again. The imperial court would sooner or later notice the clues. It just depended on whether they would investigate further.

"The cabinet's handling of the situation was somewhat radical, but it was within controllable limits."

Yang He was eager to increase his voice in the Dasi court, mainly because of the revival of Nuwa's disciples. If it was true, who knew what kind of horrible changes would happen in the main world.

Even if there is a risk of being exposed, it is a last resort.

As long as Yang He has enough worldly things on hand, even if he is facing the collapse of the sky and the earth, he can buy enough time by entering and exiting the time of allusions.

Both Yu Zheng and Yi Qidong clearly stated that there were no immortal cultivators in the imperial court, or in other words, at their level they could not possibly come into contact with the rumored immortals of later generations.

Yang He suspected that even if there were immortals in the main world, they might not be a threat to him.

One has to give up internal organs at each level, and by the time one becomes an immortal, even if one has not become an evil spirit, one will have already lost most of their organs.

As long as the rules of heaven are divided into yin and yang, most dangers will be isolated from the mortal world.

Yang He's reliance is that his body and soul are intact. Not only can he hide in the crowd without any flaws, but he will also never fall into the endless hell.

Well, if it doesn't work, just go to another town and continue living there.

"The head of the corpse Taoist child cannot be left in the Dasi court. If this thing falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, they can definitely trace it back to find me."

Yang He stretched lazily, consolidated his cultivation a little, and then entered the sect's allusions.

Five days flew by.

Zhang Yu's aura was looming. It seemed that even if his life was extended by ten years, it would not be so easy to overcome the difficulties of advancing to the Hunyuan realm.

Yang He swept his spiritual sense and noticed that there were cultivators coming to the cabinet.

There were more than a dozen people in total, but there was no pacification envoy leading the team.

He felt relieved that the cabinet's affairs would most likely not cause any follow-up, and the corpse Taoist boy's head was just an evil spirit in the eyes of the court.

Yang He took out the intestines of Grandpa Bigan and said, "It's more comfortable to stay in Peibai City. This damn place has no atmosphere of worldly affairs at all."

The intestines and stomach extended infinitely, forming a dark hole leading to the mortal world.

After Yang He confirmed that there was no problem, he carefully crawled into the stomach.

In the blink of an eye, it became a valley.

Spring is sprouting in the mountains and fields, and the continuous hills have disappeared. From the traces, it can be seen that they were all excavated by the imperial court.

Yang He drilled into the mustard seed space, and Black Cat rushed back to Peibai City overnight.

Peibai City was still as peaceful as water. Despite its scarce resources, no one coveted them. The fields on both sides of the official road were unconsciously filled with endless rice seedlings.

Thanks to the cover of the eye bug, Old Man Yang did not realize that Yang He was not at home.

The next day.

Yang He summoned the panel and prepared to go to Kowloon Island.

【Kowloon Island: 1/1 (0%)】

He knew the nature of the sect's stories. The time point was around the time when ghosts and gods appeared, so the danger of Jiulong Island was definitely far greater than that of Qianyuan Mountain.

There is only one Taiyi Zhenren in Qianyuan Mountain, and he was not canonized in the original work, while there are more than ten or twenty ghosts and gods on the list of Jiulong Island.

[Whether to consume 1 point of spiritual vision to enter Kowloon Island]

"determine."

[Please select the cave you are in on Jiulong Island]

"Cave? Shouldn't the cave be the foundation of the immortal's Taoist temple?"

Three faces of Wen Dao Ren appeared in front of Yang He's eyes, but compared with the other permanent characters, Wen Dao Ren had not yet played a specific role.

If you think about it carefully, the original work does not describe whose dojo Kowloon Island is.

[Fenyan Mountain: You are the remnant soul of Lu Yue. After hearing that Liu Huan is about to become an immortal, you are invited to Fenyan Mountain to listen to his teachings.]

[Headache Slope: You are the remnant soul of Lü Yue. After hearing that Zhou Xin is about to attain enlightenment and become an immortal, you are invited to Headache Slope to listen to his teachings.]

[Earth Rift Valley: You are the remnant soul of Lü Yue. After hearing that Zhao Jiang is about to attain enlightenment and become an immortal, you are invited to the Earth Rift Valley to listen to his teachings.]

Yang He noticed that in the sect's stories, he was not Lu Yue, but a remnant soul.

"Is there another Plague God Lu Yue on Jiulong Island?"

He gave up the idea and looked for clues based on the information on the panel.

"Zhou Xin is a disciple of Lu Yue. I met him during the Plague Dispersing Ghost. If you want to explore the sect's stories, you can choose Headache Slope."

"Zhao Jiang from the Earth Rift Valley is one of the Ten Heavenly Lords, and his methods are unknown."

The purpose of Yang He's trip was only to learn the method of refining beasts, or to complete the nine-refining poisonous insect method.

I refreshed the page twice and finally saw a suitable place.

[Shengshou Cave: You are one of Lu Yue's incarnations. When you heard that Mo Lishou was about to become an immortal, you were invited to Shengshou Cave to listen to his teachings.]

"Mo Lishou is best at controlling a marten, so there shouldn't be any problem." "Choose Shengshou Cave."

.........

There was a pitch-black darkness in front of Yang He's eyes, which lasted for a moment and then disappeared completely.

He was already accustomed to similar situations. He looked around immediately and found himself in a closed cave surrounded by corpses.

"kindness?"

Yang He showed surprise. The corpses all looked extremely hideous, with their abdomens exposed and their internal organs nowhere to be seen.

He then noticed that the corpse had bite marks on it, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Animals always eat the internal organs of their prey first. Could it be that Mo Lishou's marten is causing trouble?"

Mo Lishou from Xiqi's ghost realm did not bring the marten fox with him.

Or after the death of the four generals of the Demon Family, did the Flowery Diaohu return to Kowloon Island?
Yang He searched carefully for the entrance and exit, but saw only a narrow hole above his head. Gusts of cold wind blew out of it, mixed with a fishy smell.

suddenly.

The spiritual vision began to surge for no reason.

Yang He remained calm. The pupil ghost had little effect on Kowloon Island, but he was sure that there was an evil spirit looking at him through the cave.

"who are you?"

A sharp sound was heard, and crystal clear saliva dripped.

Yang He pretended to be respectful and said, "I am Yang He, and I am invited to listen to the teachings. Can you let me meet Taoist Fellow Mo Lishou?"

"who are you?"

A weird head popped out.

Half like a fox, half like a mink, and the remaining nine parts like... a human.

Yang He got goose bumps all over his body and felt a little awkward when he saw the marten, especially his spine, which felt an inexplicable itch.

"who are you?"

The spotted marten stared at Yang He and repeated the same words.

Yang He didn't understand why, his spiritual vision was growing faster and faster.

He simply crawled into the cave through the entrance. He didn't care about Jiulong Island. The story of this sect was used to gain benefits, but hesitating would easily lead to the accidental invalidation of the story.

Through the narrow passage is a cave that is only accessible to humans.

At a corner not far away, another marten poked its head out, with the same expression, and whispered creepily, "Who are you?"

"I am Lü Yue, Mo Lishou? Jiang Ziya? Master Tongtian..."

Yang He answered tentatively, but it had no effect, so he simply used his supernatural powers to approach the marten.

But just as I reached the corner.

The head of the marten disappeared and appeared at the next corner. The pupil ghost had no idea how the marten moved.

Yang He glanced behind him and saw the body of the marten coiled like a python.

"What the hell?"

He continued forward and encountered the same situation.

I feel like I'm in an infinite dead end, always facing the marten.

Yang He also tried to turn back, but he just ended up back in the closed cave. The so-called Longevity Cave was even more bizarre than he had imagined.

"go."

The right arm turned into a dragon head and bit the marten.

The marten remained motionless as the dragon head approached.

Yang He changed the trajectory of the dragon head and bit off the marten's claw.

The marten did not react at all, and the dragon head tore half of its shoulder off.

Instead, Yang He groaned, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain. He felt bone and flesh growing on his spine, followed by a dull sound of breaking skin.

The marten's claws actually grew out of his ribs.

"Does that mean that once the flower mink dies, I will become the new flower mink?"

Yang He changed his mind, and then the eye worm drilled into the right eye of the marten. After replacing it, his own right eye gradually turned into a vertical pupil.

The scene he saw changed. It was no longer an infinitely circular cave.

But it extends in all directions.

Yang He's scalp tingled. There was a strange spotted marten at every fork in the road.

"Damn, where would the Taoist heritage of this weird place be? It would be a hassle to find the path."

"Why not try another cave? The Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island should also have some beast-refining techniques."

"who are you?"

"who are you?"

Yang He felt a great headache and knew that he could not go on any longer. The number of times the sect’s stories were used was extremely precious and it would take another 15 days to recover.

He secretly looked at the structure of the cave and began to gather strength in his arms.

"who are you?"

"I am your dad!!!"

boom.

Yang He expanded to three meters, with his palm imprinted on the surface of the rock wall.

The ground shook, and countless pieces of gravel flew around, accompanied by the sound of a porcelain bottle breaking. Then the scene in front of him suddenly became clear, and the crack reflected a faint light.

The martens screamed in fear.

Yang He ignored him and slowly walked to the gap.

A study room that was magnified hundreds of times came into view, and what trapped him was indeed a porcelain vase, a porcelain vase that housed a marten.

There are two rows of similar porcelain bottles on the wooden shelf.

(End of this chapter)