Mythology

Chapter 232: The Prison where the True Teachings of the Chan Sect are Imprisoned

Yang He frowned slightly and found that there was only a narrow ventilation hole in the corner of the wall.

Perhaps because it was daytime, the hospital was brightly lit and the yin energy was not heavy, but the speed at which his spiritual vision increased was far beyond normal.

The euglena flew out of the vent, only to die once it left the range.

“The hospital only has two floors.”

"But it's not necessarily the case. This place could very well be a haunted place with many mysteries."

Yang He peeked in through the vent and noticed that people were coming and going in the hospital. They were indeed ordinary people seeking medical treatment, but they were all concentrated on the ground floor.

He had a hunch that the hospital might be one of the most dangerous areas in the Ten Absolute Formation.

and……

Why Yang He appeared in the hospital is also worth investigating. I believe it is definitely not a coincidence and I must be cautious.

"what's your name?"

"What's my name? I forgot, I really forgot. They called me... Number 17."

Patient No. 17 was terrified as he watched the eye worm land on the tip of his nose and then drill into the depths of his brain bit by bit.

Yang He frowned slightly, not finding any clues in the body of Patient No. 17.

"Tell me more about the patient's condition as you know it."

Patient No. 17 sensed the murderous intent revealed by Yang He and trembled even more violently.

"I...I have only seen the patient in Ward 6. His name is..."

Patient No. 17 seemed to be stuck, desperately trying to spit out the other person's name, and blood suddenly flowed out of his mouth and nose. "I... forgot, but he suffers from hysteria. Yes, hysteria, so he has been wandering around the hospital pretending to be a doctor."

"besides."

"Number 11 is suffering from diabetes. He complains of thirst at night."

"I have a little impression of number four. She is very beautiful, but she is afraid to see her appearance."

Yang He didn't want to waste any more time. It was already afternoon, and it would be best to confirm whether Nezha and Yang Jian were in the hospital before dusk.

He doesn't have many permanent characters on hand. If the Third Prince is trapped in the hospital, he will only be left with the traitor Plague Taoist, and the Immaculate Buddha as a trump card cannot be easily used.

If the hospital has no results, the right thing to do is to reunite with the Xuerou Taoist Temple as soon as possible.

Yang He closed his eyes and communicated with the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple. After conveying his thoughts, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple would stay around the hospital for the next few days and be able to support him at any time whenever needed.

The three ghosts in the body are unusually active and are continuously receiving nourishment from the Taoist temple of flesh and blood.

The spiritual roots continue to extend among the internal organs. More than 80% of the heart has been occupied by the spiritual roots, and promotion to the Hunyuan realm is just around the corner.

"Improving strength is also of utmost importance. Once the saint revives, even if you become an immortal, you may not be able to protect yourself."

Seeing Yang He was silent, Patient No. 17 quickly added: "Doctor Zhang said that my illness is not serious and I will be discharged in a few days. Then I can take you with me!!"

"Who is Doctor Zhang?"

"Doctor Zhang has been helping me treat my soul-leaving disease. His medical skills are very superb."

Patient No. 17's irrelevant answer was also related to his transformation into a half-human, half-ghost. He had a mental illness just like the monks in the main world who had gone astray.

Yang He came to the door and found that the ward was not locked at all.

With a gentle push, the door opened with a creaking sound.

A dim corridor came into view, with spots of mold on the pure white walls.

Patient No. 17 showed a look of fear outside the ward and kept repeating that he would soon be discharged from the hospital after recovering.

Seeing Yang He walk out of the ward, Patient No. 17 said quickly: "You can't leave. No patient can leave the hospital."

"why?"

Patient No. 17's head was shaking like a rattle, and he curled up in the corner, motionless.

Yang He noticed that there were also needle marks on the right arm of Patient No. 17, "No. 17, why don't you use this bottle?"

"Doctor Zhang said that my initial course of treatment has been completed. My soul-leaving disease has been alleviated a lot. I no longer have nightmares. Before, I had nightmares more than ten times every night, and the dreams were getting longer and longer."

"In my dream, I was buried underground, watching myself decay, first my skin, then my flesh, and then my organs..."

Patient No. 17 murmured to himself, and suddenly looked at Yang He in disbelief.

Yang He's breath of life gradually disappeared. As the yang fire went out, the centipede in the drip bottle also died while struggling.

He took out the drip bottle and no longer felt the palpitations.

The so-called seeing a doctor is to raise a ghost. The drip bottle will absorb yang energy, and after completing the initial course of treatment, the person will become half human, half ghost.

How could he be discharged from the hospital? If he stayed in the hospital for a few more days, he would be completely reduced to a nightmare.

Yang He walked out of the ward without looking back. He stepped on the shadow with his right foot, and the black cat lazily jumped out of it, "Heizi, get up and work!"

After a few steps, the black cat suddenly became furious and retreated to the shadows with its neck shrunk.

Ha~

Logically, the black cat can take over the shadows within ten miles, but the result clearly shows that any corner of the hospital is extremely dangerous.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, and the moment he stepped into the corridor, a strong feeling of dizziness came over him.

Accompanied by tinnitus, every step is extremely difficult.

There were some incoherent sentences written on both sides of the wall, and the smell of formaldehyde was wafting in the air, which was what one would expect a hospital to have.

Yang He walked around the corridor and ended up back at the door of bed number 17. He didn't see any stairs or other wards at all.

He leaned his back against the wall and almost couldn't help turning into a three-headed, six-armed being.

"No, even if we want to do something reckless, we have to wait until the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is outside to support us."

Yang He returned to the ward again. He ignored the weird Patient No. 17 and simply sat cross-legged with his eyes closed in meditation.

It hasn't even completed a full cycle.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door. Yang He subconsciously glanced at the vent and saw that it was still broad daylight.

"Doctor Zhang is here." Patient No. 17 spoke with both anticipation and nervousness, "He must be here to process my discharge."

Snapped.

The door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a white coat walked in. The medical record in his hand was in the style of an ancient book.

With a gentle smile on his face, he looked no different from an ordinary doctor.

"Hello, we are Doctor Zhang, and we are here to give you a routine checkup."

"Number 17, you will be able to recover and be discharged from the hospital after your treatment tonight."

"Thank you, thank you." Patient No. 17 was ecstatic and combed his messy hair. "I don't know how the child at home is doing. He should be in private school in his teens, right?"

"What about you?"

Doctor Zhang spoke calmly as he walked up to Yang He and opened the medical record. "You are a new patient, right? Do you know what your symptoms are?"

Yang He did not answer, but looked Doctor Zhang up and down.

No flaws.

Even the spiritual vision did not detect the flaw.

Doctor Zhang looked ordinary, but he had a strong Yang energy. He was about forty years old, and his organs showed no signs of being unusually vital.

Of course this is impossible, it only shows that the evil behind the hospital is very terrifying.

Yin gods and ghosts?
No, any Yin Shen ghost that cannot reach this level must be a Netherworld ghost.

If Nezha and Yang Jian were really trapped in the hospital, it would be a headache to think about rescuing them under the nose of the ghost of the underworld.

"It's okay if you don't talk. We will understand each other slowly."

"I have polyamory."

Yang He didn't want to fight with an evil puppet, so he decided to test the waters and said, "I was born with polylimbia, but I just tried to cover it up."

He displayed his three-headed, six-armed Dharma body, and his appearance became hideous and ferocious.

"It turns out to be polylimbia." Doctor Zhang was not at all surprised, even though Yang He intentionally released a trace of plague poison, causing his skin and flesh to rot.

"By the way, how did you take off your IV bottle?"

Doctor Zhang noticed the IV bottle on Yang He's bedside and frowned slightly.

"We understand your feelings, patient, but the treatment still needs to follow the procedures. Although your condition has improved, the mortality rate of polylimb disease is very high, so you must persist in treatment."

"Hang it up again."

Doctor Zhang handed the IV bottle to Yang He. The wound on his right arm was so deep that the bone was visible.

Yang He took the IV bottle and hung it on the bedside. "Doctor Zhang, have you ever encountered a patient with the same symptoms?"

"Have."

Doctor Zhang smiled and said, "He is in Ward 2."

There are only two true disciples in the Jinguan Cave of Qianyuan Mountain, and the other one can only be Nezha.

"What's your name?"

"Dragon Bearded Tiger."

Doctor Zhang nodded and said, "I will give the medical records to the dean. It shouldn't be long before you can get a private ward, which will make it more convenient for relatives and friends to visit you later."

"Who?" Yang He was stunned.

"Teng Hanfei, Yu Jingxing, Chen Jun, Mao Hao, Yu Hongxuan, Zhao Gongming..."

"Zhao Gongming?!!"

I have never heard of the other names, but Zhao Gongming is very familiar to me.

He is the chief disciple of Jiejiao's outer sect.

In Yang He's impression, Zhao Gongming's strength is comparable to the Twelve Golden Immortals. Could it be that they have the same name? Damn, there are too many coincidences when he comes to the Ten Absolute Formations, right?
"Doctor Zhang, when will they come to visit?"

"I don't know."

Doctor Zhang packed up the medical records and said as he walked away, "Teng Hanfei and Yu Jingxing have been here before, mainly to visit the patients in Room 1. They may come again tonight."

Yang He watched Doctor Zhang walk out of the ward. The moment he left, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the remaining plague in his body also disappeared.

"What hospital? Go to hell."

Yang He took out the memory pill and stuffed it into the mouth of Patient No. 17.

Patient No. 17's eyes widened, his breathing became heavy, veins popped out on his forehead, and then he rolled around on the bed in pain.

"I'm……"

"I am... Feng Xuan, a true disciple of Magu Cave at Erxian Mountain."

Yang He spit out a seal, sneered and patted Feng Xuan on the shoulder, "Junior brother, I am Longxuhu, a disciple of Jiang Ziya."

The Ten Heavenly Lords have partial control over the Ten Absolute Formations.

Although the Ten Absolute Formations were affected by the Corpse Taoist Child, the Ten Heavenly Lords were still able to use the formations and could even create a prison for the cultivators of the Chan Sect.

That's right.

Yang He realized that the hospital was the prison set up by the Ten Heavenly Lords for the Chan Sect.

As soon as the Third Prince entered the Ten Deadly Formations, he was sent to the hospital ward. All the patients inside were supposed to be true disciples of the Chan Sect.

The so-called visit.

It was the Jiejiao monks who came to confirm whether the prisoners had any possibility of escaping.

"The only thing to be thankful for is that the Ten Heavenly Lords cannot change the rules of the Ten Absolute Formations, and can only use the rules of the hospital to create a prison."

"But how do we deal with Zhao Gongming?"

(End of this chapter)