Mythology

Chapter 243 Twelve Patients
Yang He looked deep into the corridor with a serious expression.

There were heavy footsteps and the sound of dragging chains as a hunched and bloated figure slowly approached from the end of the corridor.

As his mind moved, the ground began to rise and fall subtly.

Click click click.

The magic circle that trapped Yang He suddenly moved several meters towards the corner. At the same time, the furnishings in the hall changed, and the corridor could be blocked at any time.

Although he controls part of the hospital, his strength is still weak, only equivalent to the level of a ghost, and once he leaves the bottom floor of the hospital, he will turn back into a weak old man.

Otherwise, there would be no need to rely on other evil spirits to deal with the Jiejiao monks.

"Father……"

As the figure approached, Yang He immediately recognized the person and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The other party was none other than Doctor Mo, whom he had met in the crematorium. However, Doctor Mo's condition was extremely bad, and he was only half a step away from death.

Dr. Mo was wearing a white coat and his skin was an unnatural bluish-gray color, as if it had been soaked in formalin for a long time.

There was a wound on his chest so deep that the bone was visible, and it almost went through the front and back.

The wound was surrounded by wildly growing bone spurs, and it was obvious that it was a whip mark. The person's internal organs had been turned into pieces.

"Father, you... are finally back. It's all my fault that I didn't protect the hospital."

Yang He could sense that in addition to Doctor Mo, there were three evil spirits who were about to be resurrected. They were all Yang Sanlang's right-hand men.

Or, offspring?
Doctor Mo's ability is to burn corpses and turn them into ghost corpses.

However, because Yang Sanlang wanted to sacrifice the corpse Taoist boy, Ping An Hospital did not retain the corpse ghosts, which caused the ghost domain to get out of control.

"How's your injury?"

Doctor Mo knelt respectfully on the ground and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you for your concern, father. That man whipped my body and destroyed it. The crematorium has collapsed, but fortunately the elevator was saved."

The person he mentioned was naturally Zhao Gongming. As far as he was concerned, the most famous treasure Zhao Gongming possessed was a magical whip that suppressed the sea.

Yang He didn't expect that the corpse Taoist child, acting as the center of the formation, could also give birth to descendants.

At this time, cracks in the ground spread, the magic circle began to vibrate violently, and the high temperature it emitted decreased little by little, and it was obvious that it would collapse at any time.

As if sensing that Yang He was about to escape, the noise on the ceiling became more and more intense.

A dozen evil heads poked out from the cracks.

Yang He ignored him. It was Yang Sanlang's job to regain control of Ping An Hospital. He was only there to accommodate the twelve incarnations.

"Father! They're coming again!!"

Doctor Mo's facial features were distorted, and he was filled with hatred towards the Jiejiao monks.

The moment the magic circle completely failed, it emitted a brilliant light that lasted only half a breath, but the resulting vision was incomparably dazzling in the dark night.

"Come on."

Yang He walked out unsteadily. There were already more than a dozen people surrounding Ping An Hospital. They were all Jiejiao monks who had rushed over from nearby blocks.

"Don't worry, they don't dare to enter Ping An Hospital for the time being.

Yang He was not too surprised. Even if he used a knife to kill someone, he would inevitably offend Jiejiao.

It is impossible for Jiejiao to ignore the casualties in Ping'an Hospital, but most of their manpower is concentrated in the subway station. At most, they will send a few people to the hospital to test the water after daytime.

It is even more impossible for Zhao Gongming to intervene, as a Daluo Jinxian would not serve as a babysitter for outer disciples.

Unless they realize Yang He's intention.

"Zhao Gongming couldn't have guessed that I could return to Ping An Hospital quietly and even created twelve avatars."

"The Twelve Golden Immortals are really unreliable."

"But after all, I still performed too well."

Yang He estimated that the Twelve Golden Immortals would consider entering the Ten Absolute Formations only after the defeat of the Xianjiao Sect.

As a result, he led several true disciples and escaped from Zhao Gongming, and persisted until the third expansion, when the Twelve Golden Immortals were completely defeated.

"I've prepared an avatar for you to use to possess other bodies. It's not too much to name you the best disciple."

"kindness?"

Yang He's spiritual vision began to throb. He looked outside the door with his presbyopic eyes and found that the rain had turned into steam and dissipated before it even hit the ground.

The Jiejiao monk was far away from the smoke and dust, and could vaguely see a man standing inside.

"Father, that man... is very powerful."

"kindness."

Yang He's heart tightened, and his first reaction was Luo Xuan.

But judging from the frequency of the increase in spiritual vision, the other party is not an immortal, and his strength should be above the Guixu realm, and the magic array was set up by the other party.

What is this person's background?
Disciple of Luo Xuan?

No, in the original work, Luo Xuan always keeps to himself.

The other party noticed Yang He's assessment of the situation, and flames came out of his mouth and nose. He said angrily: "You, a mere evil spirit, dared to break my fire array? Today I will burn you into ashes!"

"Arrangement!!!"

"Father, we..."

Doctor Mo's face was full of worry. There was firewood burning outside the walls of various parts of the hospital. There was no need to engrave spiritual patterns, and a large formation had been formed.

"Don't worry."

Yang He stared at the fire for a long time, his eyes felt stinging, and he realized that he didn't have much time left. "Well, is there a room on the ground floor of Ping An Hospital that can accommodate patients?"

"Dad, in the emergency room."

Doctor Mo hurriedly led the way and then turned the corner of the corridor.

The bottom floor of the hospital was still dilapidated, but after returning to Yang He's control, at least candles were lit and the tiny cracks healed.

Yang He kept stuffing pills into his mouth, using the power of the medicine to seize control of the hospital, and then sensed the traces of his remaining offspring.

They all died miserably in their efforts to stop Zhao Gongming.

The four sons have different abilities. Doctor Zhang is responsible for the admission of patients. He can record case reports and make living people show various symptoms and become half-human, half-ghost evil spirits.

"arrive."

The emergency room was in ruins, with thick blood stains on the walls.

When Yang He opened the door of the emergency room, he was greeted by a strong smell of blood. The room was a mess of blood and flesh, and in the corner was a pile of bodies that looked almost identical to Doctor Zhang's.

Most of the corpses were killed by sharp weapons, such as Zhao Gongming's Golden Shears.

Yang He approached slowly, and the corpse began to rot away. Not long after, an arm covered with knife marks stretched out from inside.

Doctor Zhang survived, but there was no intact skin or flesh on his body.

"Father……"

"Take a breath, I'll need your help later."

Doctor Zhang nodded excitedly, and stood on both sides with Doctor Mo.

Yang He's medicinal power had been almost consumed, so he stuffed the remaining pill into his mouth and controlled the ghost domain to clean up the emergency room.

The blood stains fell off, revealing the snow-white walls, and twenty beds were neatly arranged.

boom.

The tripod fell in front of him.

The temperature rose unconsciously, but it was not because of the tripod, but because the formation was taking shape and scorching Ping An Hospital.

Yang He was not surprised but happy instead, as this showed that the Jiejiao monks would not come in rashly.

When the lid of the tripod was opened, the stench of corpses immediately filled the air, and twelve incarnations poured out, all of whom looked somewhat like Yang He himself.

The twelve incarnations lay flat on the hospital beds, and it would not be a problem for them to live for two or three days.

"Keep a record of their cases."

"Father, tell me."

Yang He took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the incarnation.

"Patient No. 1, Guang Chengzi, has the uncontrolled growth of long hair."

As soon as he finished speaking, the first incarnation began to twitch, his skin was covered with wrinkles, and his hair and beard grew gray, making him look like an immortal.

"hiss."

Yang He didn't expect the effect to be immediate. He might have thought that Guangchengzi's Taoist name was working.

The incarnation of Guangchengzi was still sleeping, and bursts of snoring could be heard.

"Patient No. 2, Chi Jingzi, has a very high intracranial temperature and often feels like his head is burning with five-colored flames."

Chi Jingzi's object of sustenance is the five-colored smoke, which he can live forever by breathing in and out.

Yang He didn't know how to describe it, so he tried his best to combine it with the difficult and complicated cases he had seen in his previous life, and it would be fine if half of the twelve incarnations fit the description.

Patient No. 2 was groaning in pain, and colorful smoke was coming out of his facial features.

"It's really good."

"Patient No. 3, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, has a heart that is born deformed, shaped like a lotus."

"Patient number four, Taiyi Zhenren, was born with three arms."

"Patient No. 5, Jade Ding Zhenren, has blood that is different and has a golden glow."

"Patient No. 6, Master Lingbao, was born with a bone in his body that looks like a seal."

"Patient No. 7, Master Huanglong, has a supernumerary organ shaped like a jewel between his liver and gallbladder."

"Patient No. 8, Samantabhadra, has two tusks extending outwards."

"Patient number nine, Taoist Cihang, was born with two heads."

"Patient No. 10, Xu Liusun, has toenails with a yellow earthy texture."

"Patient No. 11, Daoxing Tianzun, has a deformed right arm and bones like a pestle."

"Patient No. 12, Manjusri Bodhisattva, looks like a lion."

Yang He incorporated the Twelve Golden Immortals' aspirations into his incarnations as if they were symptoms, and added a name to the medical records. The process went smoothly, and the incarnations' physical features began to resemble those of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

However, they are similar in appearance but not in spirit, and none of the twelve incarnations have any spiritual intelligence.

Yang He looked around the emergency room. He had not originally planned to refine twelve statues. The main reason was that four of the Twelve Golden Immortals would rebel against Taoism in the future, and he really did not want to be involved with Buddhism.

However, if you try to avoid those four people, you might end up making things worse.

Yang He recalled that there were four Buddhas each from the orthodox school and the unorthodox school.

Among the Twelve Golden Immortals, they should be Manjusri Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, Cihang Taoist and Juliusun. I don’t have a deep impression of the Four Buddhas of Jiejiao.

I just remember that a Taoist named Duobao became some kind of Tathagata.

"Father, I'm afraid we won't make it till dawn."

The temperature in Ping An Hospital was getting more and more intense. Not only the people on the ground floor were suffering, but the evil spirits on the other floors were also suffering.

Doctor Zhang struggled to finish recording the case, and just as he put down his pen, his skin and flesh began to melt as if burned by fire.

He let out a few screams and then collapsed heavily to the ground.

Doctor Mo's condition is more critical. His injuries are far more serious than Doctor Zhang's. He has already fallen into a coma and all the blood in his body has been drained.

The air twisted and tongues of fire spewed out from the cracks.

Yang He hurriedly took two doctors into the tripod and left the incarnation exposed to the high temperature. Wailing could be heard one after another.

If the Twelve Golden Immortals have no intention of descending, it will be of little significance no matter how well their incarnations are preserved.

The tripod could only block 60% to 70% of the high temperature. Yang He's consciousness fell into a trance, and his immortal body could not protect itself from burning.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The wailing of the incarnation came to an abrupt end.

(End of this chapter)