Mythology

Chapter 231 Saint Resuscitation and Hospital

[Obtain the Remains of Yao Tianjun's Niwan Palace]

[Obtain the "Four-Eyed Ghost"]

[Obtain the Tripod]

Yang He had previously sealed the remains of the Niwan Palace in the mustard seed space, mainly because he did not want to cause any trouble in the world of allusions.

Now that I have returned to the main world, I will exchange it immediately.

In Yang He's palm was a ball of crystal clear brain tissue. The fragrance of tea was gone, and the smell of rotten protein became stronger.

He almost couldn't help retching, and then he noticed the activity in Baoguling.

[The remains of Yao Tianjun’s Niwan Palace]

[Originally, it was part of the Niwan Palace of Yao Bin, the Ten Heavenly Lords. It contains some fragments of the Dao field and is a good material for refining Yin treasures and elixirs.]

"If it is used to refine pills, it should be much easier to advance to the Primordial Realm."

"Forget it, let's just integrate into the Treasure Bone Mausoleum."

Yang He’s alchemy skills are unsatisfactory, and it is very likely that he will waste the immortal’s brain. Besides, eating brains always feels a bit creepy.

He drove the Baoguling, and suddenly a large number of heads poured out from the Yinbao.

The leader was none other than the corpse Taoist head.

Yang He cut open his palm and used blood refining to allow the brain tissue to be contaminated with his own aura, and then merged it into the Baogu Mausoleum bit by bit.

Looking at the many heads wolfing down the food, I secretly felt lucky that I didn't have to taste it myself.

The negative energy in the Baogu Mausoleum was surging, and the space inside was constantly expanding. The many originally rigid heads had a hint of spirituality, and the corpse aura became increasingly dense.

Yang He raised his eyebrows and gently shook the Baogu Mausoleum.

More than a dozen heads sank deep into the ground, a simple living stake was set up, and the room temperature in the room dropped sharply to zero degrees.

The walls were covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Hehe, there are thousands of formations, who says hitting a living pile is not one of them?"

Yang He immediately retracted his head. He was extremely satisfied with Baogu Ling. His chances of surviving in the Ten Absolute Formation increased by another 10%.

At the same time, he noticed a large number of miscellaneous objects on the top of the tower.

"Dojo fragments? Could it be Yao Tianjun's treasure?"

Yang He showed interest and kept searching through the objects, but unfortunately they were all common Yin objects with limited value.

He was too lazy to identify them one by one, so he simply divided them according to the amount of spiritual vision that could be exchanged.

"A few pill recipes, keep them."

"The broken pieces of Yin Bao can be exchanged for Spiritual Vision."

"There is also Yao Tianjun's method, but only the first two levels are left."

【Ten Strange Ghosts (Night Watchmen)】

[Once mastered, the Ten Strange Ghosts will replace ten organs in the body, and the organs will turn into ghosts while the remaining organs will gradually decline.]

"Why are the Ten Heavenly Lords the night watchmen? Could it be that they have become evil spirits?"

Yang He thought about it again and again, and remembered that it was usually necessary to patrol the streets at five o'clock. Some larger towns would be equipped with ten people, and the night watchmen worked day and night, and were nicknamed "ghost men."

[Jiejiao Dao Seeds can be exchanged for 2.8 Spiritual Visions]

"talent……"

Yang He took a deep breath and took a closer look, only to find that it was worth 2.8 spiritual visions. He had never encountered an object with such a high value.

The Dao Seed is shaped like an eyeball, but the pupil is cloudy.

【The Way of Jiejiao】

[The supreme Dao Seed refined by Tongtian Sect Master contains the great Dao insights of the saints. After taking it, one can listen to the teachings of the saints. It requires the second generation of disciples of Jiejiao to avoid the drawbacks. ]

Yang He showed eagerness on his face. He thought that the Jiejiao Dao seed might be the same as when he comprehended Nuwa, and he would obtain the Dao tradition that suited his soul.

The Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra is the key to laying the foundation for spiritual practice.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to perform the magic of heaven and earth.

"The Dao Seed cannot be consumed by the real body. Is the Taoist Wen considered a second-generation disciple?"

Yang He was a little hesitant. The Plague Taoist was the body of Lu Yue's residual soul. In essence, he was not a genuine disciple of Master Tongtian, and he did not have the immortal soul of the second generation disciples of Jiejiao.

"Or wait a little longer, what will the role of the second generation of disciples of Jiejiao be?"

"No."

Yang He gave up the idea. The Ten Absolute Formations had already led to a great brawl among immortals, and the fate of the saints of the two religions was not far away. The sooner the Dao Seed was taken, the safer it would be.

He sealed the Tao Seed in the Niwan Palace, intending to find an opportunity when the situation of the Ten Absolute Formations stabilized.

Bao Gu Ling has digested the brain tissue and is not far from obtaining a top-notch Yin treasure. The only thing missing is the number of heads. It is just right that he can take them with him when he goes to the world of allusions this time. Maybe he will get a lot of rewards.

Hal~~
Yang He stretched and was about to call up the panel, but he saw Old Man Yang walking into the courtyard with his arms around the statue covered with white cloth.

"What the hell?"

His pupils shrank slightly, and he pushed open the window and asked, "Dad, what are you holding?"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful not to offend the saint."

Old Man Yang chanted about the saint calming down his anger and explained softly, "Ah He, the fifteenth of next month is the birthday of the goddess Nuwa. Your father and I specially asked for a statue of Nuwa to be placed in our home."

"March 15th?"

"You become more and more heartless day by day. I'm afraid you have even forgotten about the Nuwa Festival."

Old man Yang carefully brought the statue of Nuwa to the lobby, placed it on the altar in the corner, and after a simple wipe, he lit three incense sticks.

Yang He's expression was solemn, and he immediately contacted Yu Zheng and others through telepathy.

It turned out that they all knew that next month was the Nuwa Festival, but not long ago, festivals related to immortals and Buddhas were almost extinct in the main world.

how to say.

It’s like the cognition of everyone in the main world has changed.

"The saint's resurrection is real, and Goddess Nuwa... will be back soon!!!"

"The main world is divided into yin and yang, and the revival of the saint is not necessarily a bad thing. Besides, this matter needs to ferment and will not threaten me for a while." Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts and immediately informed Yi Qidong of the news. As for whether the Dasi court could detect the abnormality, it depended on them.

【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 〈Passenger〉 is dead, can't choose to play]

[Passenger: You took a horse-drawn carriage to a tea plantation in the suburbs late at night, and when you returned at dawn, only half of your body was left. ]

Yang He routinely refreshed his character and could feel that the information revealed by the character involved more than a dozen places, which showed how dangerous the Ten Absolute Formations were.

[Third Prince: You went out to look for your fellow disciple, and followed his scent into the hospital by mistake. When you woke up, you had lost all your memories.]

"Hospital? The Ten Absolute Formations have spawned something with a different style of painting. According to the character information, Nezha and Yang Jian are likely to be in it as well."

Yang He took all the Yin treasures, and even the black cat was not spared.

"Play the role of [Third Prince]."

.........

Yang He was awakened by the stench.

He felt a sharp pain in his head. The medicinal power of the Memory Pill slowly dissipated from the Treasure Bone Tower, and his consciousness gradually fell into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

By the time my memory came back, a quarter of an hour had passed without me noticing.

As soon as Yang Heyi opened his eyes, he saw the IV bottle hanging in front of him. This thing was obviously not a normal product, and the bottle did not contain any potion, but talisman water.

You can see the ashes of burnt yellow paper and a centipede floating at the bottom.

The centipede's limbs swayed with the elixir water.

The other end of the drip bottle pierced into Yang He's forehead. The elixir was not infused into his body, but his yang fire was constantly dissipating.

He was not surprised, as the modern products of the Ten Absolute Formations were all sophistry.

Yang He was about to tear off the drip bottle when he suddenly felt a strong palpitation. The centipede struggled desperately and the elixir became turbid.

"There's a ghost!"

"The evil spirit is absorbing my Yang energy through the IV bottle."

Yang He stopped calmly, and the elixir water became clear again.

The Third Prince only has some characteristics of a corpse-transmigrating immortal body, but his yang fire is no longer a weakness, and even if it is extinguished he will not die.

"After the Ten Absolute Formation expanded twice, the power of the evil spirits may surge again."

Yang He did not act rashly. He looked around the ward. There were two beds in the room, so he should be the only one there. It was pitch dark outside the door.

He rummaged through the drawer and found a few pages of paper recording the patient's condition.

It can be called a case report.

'The patient in Room 17 has a severe case of soul-leaving disease. Once in deep sleep, he becomes extremely aggressive. Not long after entering the hospital, the patient could no longer distinguish between the present world and dreams.'

Soul-leaving disease means sleepwalking, but there seems to be no one in the house.

Yang He grew an arm out of his ribs holding an IV bottle. He pushed the door hard, but it didn't move at all. His expression became amused.

He glanced back and saw a figure suddenly appear on the empty bed.

The figure was an old man with a head full of white hair, as if he was dying. The sheets were stained with corpse-like stains, and the bed was soaked with blood.

suddenly.

The old man opened his eyes and grabbed the half chopstick on the bedside.

His mouth was grinning from ear to ear, and he slit his throat with chopsticks in front of Yang He. Black blood gushed out, but his smile became more creepy.

"hehe."

Yang He had an expressionless face as he watched the old man die and turn into a corpse.

The moment the old man died.

Yang He was dazed for a moment. After opening his eyes, he noticed that he was still at the bedside, with the IV bottle hanging in its original position.

The bed next door was empty and the old man was nowhere to be found.

The same scene happened again. Yang Heyi left the bed. A muffled sound came from the corner. The old man smiled miserably and cut his throat with chopsticks.

Another moment of trance.

Yang He returned to the bedside and woke up from the same dream repeatedly in a short period of time.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a half-broken chopstick on the pillow.

There seemed to be a voice constantly reminding me.

Only by hanging oneself can one escape from the endless nightmare.

"Psycho, I can tell clearly whether it's a dream or not."

Yang He was too lazy to investigate further. The pupil ghost between his eyebrows had already sensed something as it opened and closed. He immediately extended his right arm several meters and crawled under the bed.

The dragon's claws pierced through the bed board, and rotten wood debris exploded.

Dust and smoke floated from Yang He's eyes, transforming into thousands of eyeballs that splashed onto the wall. In the blink of an eye, the entire ward was covered with scarlet pupils.

"Ahhh!"

The monster hiding under the bed screamed. Its head was covered with bark-like wrinkles, but its body looked like an ordinary mortal.

"Half human, half ghost, and a rare nightmare ghost. No wonder he still retains his intelligence."

Yang He sneered and tightened his knuckles, and heard the crisp sound of the nightmare ghost breaking.

"You...you can't be a new patient. Who are you?!"

"patient?"

Yang He said thoughtfully: "Since you are patient number 17, have you ever heard of the names of Nezha and Yang Jian?"

"Or it may be related to the three eyes, burning, and aliens."

"I... I only know that those who can be imprisoned here are... all aliens!!!"

(End of this chapter)