Mythology

Chapter 230 Double-Decker Bus
Yang He successfully returned to the Xuerou Taoist Temple, but he was already on the verge of death.

Even if he had not suffered serious damage, just by performing the magic of heaven and earth, his existing mortal body would not be able to withstand the unity of man and ghost.

The monks of the Chan sect all saw that Yang He’s life was about to end.

All the blood had been drained from the remaining half of his body. As long as the three ghosts in his body returned to the Taoist temple of flesh and blood, Yang He would die immediately.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Everyone in the Chan Sect knows that Senior Brother is a corpse-transmutation immortal body. It doesn't matter. Once you activate the corpse-transmutation immortal body, you can revive the dead."

"That's right, Jiang Taigong said that even if Senior Brother doesn't become an immortal, he can still achieve immortality."

The cultivators were really panicking and didn't care that they were also seriously injured. They kept stuffing their treasured pills into Yang He's mouth.

However, the stomach and intestines were exposed and fell out before the medicine could be absorbed.

At this time, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple had sunk deep into the tunnel. It was as dark as ink outside the window, and there could be bursts of strange sounds of fingernails scratching pottery jars.

The wheels seemed to be stuck in the mud, causing the driving speed to be extremely slow.

Yang He knew his situation, so he didn't dwell on it for too long. He locked his eyes with the middle-aged Taoist priest with the highest cultivation level, "What's your name, Taoist friend?"

"Brother, my name is Yun Ziqian."

Yun Ziqian bowed respectfully, and the other monks followed suit.

"Don't worry, this body is not my real body, and even if my life force is cut off, there is no need to worry that this ghost car will lose control."

After Yang He comforted them, the faces of the monks regained their color.

"My fellow disciples, what is the current situation in Xiqi?"

Yun Ziqian replied in a deep voice: "The Ten Absolute Formation has threatened the mountains near Xiqi. After Jiang Taigong was unable to break the formation, he asked Brothers Nezha and Yang Jian to lead us into the formation."

"Alas, it's a pity that once we arrived at the magic circle, most of our memories were erased, and we don't know the exact location of Brothers Nezha and Yang Jian."

Yang He was full of thoughts, and the other monks did not dare to disturb him.

Once the immortals start fighting in the Ten Absolute Formation, even Taiyi Zhenren may not be able to take care of them. The only way for them to survive is to stick together for warmth.

It is necessary for me to gather the disciples of the Chan sect and use the Xuerou Taoist Temple as a temporary base.

"Yun Ziqian, can you contact Xiqi now?"

"Yes, but the talisman can only tell you a sentence of no more than ten characters."

"Well, contact Xiqi immediately and ask them to bring the Dragon Beard Tiger into the Ten Absolute Formation. You can mention that it was my request."

Yang He has already felt the embarrassment of being a mortal. His injuries cannot be healed, and using the magic of heaven and earth to perform magic is simply playing with fire and getting burned.

"Okay, Brother!!"

Yun Ziqian took out a set of battle flags made by Jiang Ziya and was about to arrange them when he caught a glimpse of a distorted face at the window.

Its facial features are hollow, and the young buds of the tea plant occupy its skull.

His face twisted into a grin and he let out a giggle.

Followed by.

More and more faces came closer to the window, and if you look closely, you can see that the extended necks are coming from both sides of the tunnel.

Yun Ziqian took several steps back, and the countless pottery jars embedded in the mountain wall had been opened.

How should I put it? It's like a coral polyp that emerges from the reefs on the seabed.

It is obvious that the pottery jars produced in the tea garden will eventually come to the tunnel. The Ten Absolute Formations have formed a curious ecological chain in just three days.

"My fellow disciples, ignore it and continue to set up the formation."

"But……"

Yun Ziqian felt a chill down his spine, and his numerous faces banged against the window frantically, without any hesitation even though his nose was broken.

"Mrs. Yue, sift the tea leaves and find ten clay dolls."

"I cry at three o'clock in the morning, crawl at five o'clock, and build a new home in my nine-bend intestines."

"Grandpa, I gave you the immortal tea, and the tea soup made glazed tiles."

"There are blood and flesh buds buried under the tiles, and there are scabs of living people on the buds."

When the face sang the last sentence, a large amount of tea residue gushed out of its mouth and nose, attaching to the flesh and blood Taoist temple, causing the driving speed to be reduced again and again.

Fine cracks are spreading, and if this continues the Taoist temple will be at risk of collapse.

Yang He snorted coldly, and the black cat took the broken pottery pieces it had collected earlier into the carriage. Suddenly, a scent of tea mixed with the smell of rust wafted out.

clap clap.

Blood vessels grew from the broken pieces of pottery and pieced themselves together bit by bit.

However, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple did not give the broken pottery pieces any chance to turn into a ghost. It directly pulled the broken pottery pieces into its body, and sounds of chewing and swallowing could be heard.

Yun Ziqian broke out in a cold sweat, not understanding what kind of monster the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was.

and many more.

He suddenly sensed the familiar aura of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

Corpse transformation into immortal body?

This ghost car... is also the incarnation of the corpse Taoist? ! !
After the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple obtained enough nutrients, the cracks healed quickly, and the cultivation base of the three guardian gods also slowly increased.

At the same time, the bus's appearance has been redesigned.

The Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple convulsed like a living thing, the bones on the roof extended rapidly, and the thirty-six ribs actually intertwined to form a dome.

“Senior Brother Yun! The roof… the roof has eyes!”

The young monk pointed at the dome and screamed. Pus formed in the flesh membrane between his ribs, and the pustules burst open, revealing bloodshot eyeballs.

Even more horrifying is the wheel, which is made up entirely of countless limbs.

Yang He looked around the carriage. There were already thirty-four seats. Gong Sui had turned into a mummy, but he was still able to provide a faint yin energy.

"not enough."

"The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple wants to serve as the temporary base camp of the Chan Sect. The current space is far from enough. After all, it is impossible for everyone to stand crowded in the carriage." If possible, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple can form a pseudo Taoist temple like the Xiqi Ghost Domain.

Yang He threw out the tea tree roots, and the roots surged like pythons.

But not long after, it became food for the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple. Its size remained unchanged, but the space inside the carriage increased little by little.

puff.

The second level carriage is taking shape.

"Double-decker bus? Well, that makes sense."

Yang He took the initiative to interfere with the second-level carriage and built a number of independent retreat rooms where fellow disciples of the Chan sect could practice.

During the practice, 30% of Yin energy will promote the Taoist view of flesh and blood.

"Hehehe, from now on, I'll rely on you to grow leaves in the Concentrated Spirit Realm."

The Taoist figure of flesh and blood only looks inhuman, but in fact has all the internal organs. Yang He can clearly see that the spiritual roots have taken root in the organs.

The noisy whispers were isolated outside, and no matter how the strange face impacted, it could not shake the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple from continuing to move away.

After the Xuerou Taoist Temple digested the harvest from the tea garden, ten more retreat rooms were added to the second-floor carriage.

Yang He nodded in satisfaction, his breath already as thin as a thread.

"Junior Brother Yun."

"Brother, please tell me."

"You can go to the second floor via the bone ladder at the back of the carriage. There are ten retreat rooms inside. Remember to take turns to practice and recuperate."

Yun Ziqian was secretly shocked. It turned out that the Ghost Chariot was the incarnation of the Corpse Taoist.

My senior brother’s magical powers are probably extraordinary.

The monks then followed the bone stairs into the second-floor carriage. It was indeed a retreat room. The jagged bone door looked like a bloody mouth.

After a brief tour, Yun Ziqian returned to the lower level carriage.

Yang He only had a little Yang Fire left.

"Brother, we will engrave a Yin Gathering Formation for the retreat room. Any evil spirit that wants to break into the ghost carriage will have to step over our corpses."

Yang He was already dizzy and hurriedly explained his final wishes: "That's not the case. Your own life is the most important thing, but I have a request."

"You say."

"Junior Brother Yun, the Ghost Cart will travel through the various locations of the Ten Absolute Formations every night. It is inevitable that it will encounter fellow practitioners whose memories are obscured. You should try your best to rescue your fellow practitioners and bring them all into the Ghost Cart."

The monks stood in awe, and Yang He shamelessly accepted the salute.

Yang Hetai needs a group of tools to feed him flesh and blood, which can also promote his cultivation and advance to the Hunyuan Realm in a short period of time. This depends on the concerted efforts of the Chan Sect.

"Also, the little girl conceived by the Ten Absolute Formation should stay in the carriage, but be careful, as she may occasionally sense some danger."

Yang He left the remaining memory pills to Yun Ziqian, repeatedly emphasizing that caution is the best approach, and if it really doesn't work, he should wait for the third generation of disciples to make further plans.

Sunlight is shining through the window from the front of the car.

It's a weird purple color.

"The Ten Absolute Formation is about to expand for the second time. This damn place will become even more unwelcome."

Everything came to a standstill, and an invisible drastic change acted on the Ten Absolute Formations. It seemed that it had only expanded ten miles, but in fact the phenomenon was not that extreme.

Yang He could no longer hold on, and half of his body was covered with corpse spots.

He communicated with the Xuerou Taoist Temple and asked them to avoid passing through the tunnel during their nightly route, and then took the initiative to look for the traces of the Chan sect monks, especially the whereabouts of Nezha and Yang Jian.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple has no intelligence, but it has no problem following simple instructions.

"The public carriage is also part of the Ten Absolute Formation. Logically speaking, as long as we don't actively provoke evil spirits, there shouldn't be any accidents."

Yang He climbed up with his arms, and merged into his seat the moment his life was cut off.

[Your character 〈Passenger〉 has died, and the role-playing story ends]

Yun Ziqian and others did not notice that Yang He was dead, and their attention was focused on the purple light.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is parked outside the tunnel.

When the purple light disappeared, the Ten Absolute Formations returned to their former bustle and noise, and the mundane things the formations fostered increased at least tenfold.

"This is……"

Yun Ziqian was stunned and felt that the town became more unfamiliar after the second expansion.

The roads in the suburbs were originally muddy, but now they are paved with a thick layer of asphalt and have many incomprehensible signs painted on the surface.

The ordinary people around turned a blind eye to the Taoist temple of flesh and blood.

It seemed that they could not see the ghost car with their naked eyes during the day.

“Master…Senior Brother…”

Yun Ziqian realized belatedly that Yang He was dead, and confusion appeared in his eyes. Then he remembered the instructions given by Yang He before he died and became determined again.

"Continue to arrange the battle flags and contact Xiqi immediately!!"

"I don't know what the Jiejiao is up to. A town made of stone has emerged in the formation. What exactly do they want to do?!

Yun Ziqian added with a hint of disdain: "The turbid Yin Qi usually sinks into the ground. What's the point of a stone building towering into the sky?"

Others agreed: "That's right, it's not conducive to practice at all."

"Brother Yun, look, does the town look like a beehive now?"

"kindness."

Yun Ziqian frowned. In this way, the Ten Absolute Formations would inevitably become complicated. Then again, would such an arrangement be beneficial to Jiejiao?

As far as they could see, there were several seven or eight-story buildings standing in the city.

There are even some rudiments of high-rise buildings.

(End of this chapter)