Mythology

Chapter 226 Qingyun Street Station

Yang He's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his memory no longer disappeared. The scenes of him playing the role of a peddler were vivid in his mind.

There was no gain from this trip, but it was enough to understand the situation of the Ten Absolute Formations.

"Sure enough, the blood pit ghost is just the appetizer of the Conferred God War. Next, I'm sure you'll experience what it means to have immortals everywhere."

"Let's focus on self-protection."

In the original work, Jiang Ziya almost died in the Ten Deadly Formations, and Nezha was not much better off. Facts have proved that when facing a fight between immortals, it is difficult for mortals like them to control the situation.

Yang He continued to refine the elixir and threw the medicinal materials he had prepared in advance into the tripod.

The words written on the paper and the jade slips were of no use, but the elixirs could retain 10% to 20% of their medicinal power within the formation.

"The Ten Absolute Formation will most likely expand every three days. Just thinking about it makes me shudder. The evil spirits that are born will definitely become more and more dangerous. The upper limit may even threaten the Twelve Golden Immortals."

When Yang He played the role of a scholar, there was only Gu Liangjie in the Ten Absolute Formation.

Now that there is a complete town, the false and mundane spiritual intelligence is obviously improving.

Click click click.

The tripod made a harsh sound, and after the lid was opened, more than a dozen crystal clear pills were revealed floating in the air.

【Remembrance Pill】

[Instill information when refining the elixir, and digest it by taking it. The medicinal power can also nourish the soul, but long-term use is likely to cause confusion. ]

The remembrance pill was not invented by Yang He alone. The recipe was obtained from the relics of various monks.

The message that Yang He left in the memory pill was very simple, which was to inform people of the existence of the Ten Absolute Formations. As long as people could realize the falsehood of the world they were in, it should not be too difficult to restore their original memories.

However, the danger of the Ten Absolute Formations is not just about erasing memories.

The cold came in a strange way.

"Prepare more medicinal pills. Nezha and the others will definitely join the battle formation."

Yang He had a hunch that once it was confirmed that it would be difficult to break up the Ten Absolute Formations from the outside, in order to seize the initiative, Xiqi would not be too late to enter the formation.

After opening the furnace several times in succession, he called out the panel.

【Common things: a song in the heart】

[Related stories: 〈Ghost Formation〉, 〈Five-Colored Ghost〉, 〈Nine-Curved Ghost〉, whether to consume 10 points of spiritual vision to enter the story world]

"determine."

[Identity 〈Peddler〉 is dead, and cannot be selected as role]

[Peddler: You caught a cold unexpectedly, and the evil wind entered your brain and you started talking nonsense. Someone saw you walking on the street late at night, but you disappeared.]

Yang He glanced at the refreshed character information.

[Tea Farmer (White): The tea garden is extremely busy in early spring. You are going to the tea garden with the helpers you hired with money. However, you have to pass through a tunnel on the outskirts of the city on the way, and it seems that there is something uneasy inside.]

[Doctor (in white): The scholar died of a cold not long ago, and his body was placed in the morgue of the medicine store. Recently, you noticed something strange. As the seventh day approached, there was movement in the morgue every night.]

[Night Watchman (in white): Since the beginning of spring, you have noticed that there are many carriage platforms on the roadside in many places, and the platforms are only visible at night.]

[If you do not choose an identity, you will go to the historical site as your real self to play]

Yang He murmured helplessly: "This is in line with the style of the world of allusions, but the strange events are more bizarre than each other."

“Tunnels, morgues, bus stops.”

"Ten Heavenly Lords thought that the influence of the corpse Taoist boy would not be particularly obvious."

"The problem is that with so many immortal bodies on my body, plus my extraordinary knowledge, there must be a pool of muddy water behind the Ten Absolute Formation."

Yang He refreshed the page four times in a row and finally found a character related to the bus.

[Passenger (white): In Shijue Town, a platform will inexplicably appear at midnight. Every time at midnight, there are always a few confused passengers coming to the platform, and you are one of them.]

"What a pity. If it was the passenger I fed the elixir to earlier, it would be much easier for him to regain consciousness."

The fifth refresh requires 10,000 spiritual visions to be consumed. Yang He stopped the idea of ​​drawing cards in time, fearing that the spiritual vision he paid would be worse than that of the current character.

He taught the Dharma as usual, but did not teach the Jataka Tales.

[Passenger (Blue): A platform will inexplicably appear in Shijue Town at midnight. Every time at midnight, there will always be a few confused passengers coming to the platform. You can only barely maintain a clear consciousness by relying on your natural supernatural powers.]

In this way, although the three ghosts of the passenger character have gathered together, their cultivation is only at the Zuodan realm (evil ghost), and the strength they can exert is limited.

But it doesn’t matter, Yang He has already decided to bring the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple with him.

The Ten Absolute Formations had just given rise to evil spirits, and the first opportunity he wanted to seize was the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple. Only with the growth potential of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple could it possibly compete with the immortals.

"Black Cat, come along. Being promoted to a killing ghost will also be a help."

Yang He threw all sorts of resources, including the black cat, into the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple to prevent the black cat from losing his mind and causing trouble in the world of allusions.

"Choose to play as [Passenger]."

.........

The night fell and the dark clouds covered the only remaining glimmer of light.

Qingyun Street is located in the darkest northwest corner of Shijue Town. Wild wormwood grows on the roadside, and two rows of crooked old houses look like hollowed-out animal teeth.

Spider webs on the eaves trap the moonlight; the sound of the night watchman's clapperboard never comes here.

After the spring, even wild dogs avoid the roads.

The cold wind made a rustling sound.

Three or two figures stood stiffly on the street corner, with a mottled wooden sign standing behind them, the words "Qingyun Station" vaguely written on the worm-eaten surface.

They said nothing, staring blankly into the darkness.

Before long, thick fog enveloped Qingyun Street, the temperature dropped sharply, and at the end of the street, there were dense footsteps coming from far away.

The bus carriage is approaching the platform and is now on the next street.

"Uh."

Yang He staggered back a few steps, making no noise to disturb the others. The remaining two passengers lowered their heads and said nothing, their necks twisted at strange angles, like puppets with their jaws hanging by invisible threads.

Yang He looked around, not understanding why he was at the street corner.

The icy cold penetrated straight into my internal organs, and at the same time my head felt swollen and painful, and I even temporarily lost the ability to think.

The moment Yang He noticed the wooden sign, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Bus stop?"

The pain in his head intensified, perhaps because of his previous experience, some scattered memories flashed through his mind. Then, he heard rustling noises in his body, and the three ghosts woke up one after another.

The three ghosts no longer had the friendship they had in the past and immediately prepared to fight.

Yang He's eyes rolled around, his vertebrae collided with each other, and his forehead turned black and bled.

The pupil ghost wants to replace the eyes, the power ghost has already set its sights on the bones, and the descending ghost is madly attacking the Niwan Palace.

The three ghosts were dissatisfied with each other and fought for the dominance of the physical body.

It seemed that Yang He's obsession was unavoidable and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

suddenly.

The flesh and blood Taoist temple in the Niwan Palace reacted, and the medicinal power of the Cunnian Pill surged out.

Yang He's eyes were clear, and the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple suddenly extended countless roots. In an instant, the three ghosts behaved themselves and kept out of each other's way.

The memory has been restored and the pain has stopped abruptly.

"Sure enough, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple will not be affected by the Ten Absolute Formations."

The Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple has no intelligence. Yang He had already communicated with the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple in the main world. Once his body and soul were damaged, he would release the power of the medicine.

Such a rigid instruction was not difficult for the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple to execute.

"Luckily there is the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, otherwise it would have taken a day or two."

Yang He's consciousness sank into the Taoist Temple of Flesh and Blood, and the black cat was running around inside. It took a long time for the medicinal power of the Mindfulness Pill to free the black cat from its influence.

He ignored the black cat and stood up to stretch his newly regained body.

My limbs are weak, my temples are swollen and painful, and my vision is a little blurry.

The bus carriage was approaching the platform, the pupil ghost was greedily inhaling and exhaling Yin Qi, and the three ghosts were gradually moving towards the transformation stage (evil ghost).

At the same time, another person appeared on the platform.

The girl was about eleven or twelve years old. Her linen clothes were full of patches, and it was obvious that she was born a beggar.

She stared at Yang He timidly. Because she came to the platform on her own initiative, she was not as confused as the others.

"Are you...are you okay?"

Yang He opened his eyes, and the little girl was so frightened that she took several steps back.

"fine."

The little girl nodded. "You have a shadow under your feet. My uncle said that as long as there is a shadow, it means the person is alive. They don't have a shadow anymore."

"Little beggar, what are you doing here?"

"I'm not a beggar, I'm here to see my uncle."

The little girl pointed at the dim light in the mist. The bluestone road reflected countless bloody footprints. "Yesterday, the uncle went to work as a temporary worker with the tea farmers. He never came back. Someone said..."

"Some people say that the carriage ride at night can reach the tea garden."

"What's your name? What's your uncle's name?"

Yang He touched the little girl's head. It had only been a short while, but he could no longer tell the truth or falsehood of the mundane things in the formation. It was as if they were living beings.

"Ah Ruan, my uncle's name is Zhuzi."

pat pat pat.

The bus carriage stopped at Qingyun Station. After the door opened, the passengers walked slowly inside.

"Aruan, if I see your uncle, I will bring him back to you."

Yang He looked up and down at the bus carriage. The wheels were no longer made of wood. They had become somewhat fleshy and their size had expanded.

He stepped into the carriage and saw skeletons everywhere.

A dozen passengers were sitting in their seats, their faces pale, but in the depths of the carriage there were four people whose blood was still vigorous.

Yang He paused and deliberately sat in the front row to avoid their gaze.

The pupil ghost protects the internal organs.

"elder brother……"

A Ruan quietly slipped onto the bus and was about to speak when he saw Yang He.

Yang He extended his right arm half a meter, covered A Ruan's mouth and pulled him to his side, and separated a dozen eye worms to help the latter resist the evil spirit.

He made a gesture to keep quiet and glanced at the four people in the depths of the carriage.

The four of them were dressed as Taoists. From the decorations on their robes, it could be seen that they were all outer disciples of the Jiejiao sect, and their consciousness was not affected.

They looked solemn and argued in low voices.

"The Ten Heavenly Lords acted really quickly. They sent people into the formation as soon as they found out that the formation was out of control."

The four of them are in the stage of transformation, and the old Taoist priest in the lead has even reached the perfect stage of transformation.

Yang He’s current character realm is slightly low, but with the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, it is not a big problem to deal with him, it will only damage the public carriage.

He opened his mouth and spit, and the eyeworm crawled into the gap of the carriage.

"No matter what your purpose is, the bus carriage is mine."

(End of this chapter)