Mythology

Chapter 25: Inner Alchemy to Accommodate the Second Ghost
Yang He shuddered, and immediately realized the horror of the herdsman's methods.

He previously thought that Song Zhi had already escaped from Jialiang Water Town, but now it seems that when Song Zhi was promoted to the evil ghost period, the fate was already determined.

In the plan of the two evil ghost monks, Song Zhi was doomed to die.

The candlelight flickered and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

Although there were no evil spirits in the government office, Yang He still felt terrified, "The human heart is indeed scarier than ghosts."

"They are currently concerned about Captain Sun, so they shouldn't act recklessly. But it won't last too long, maybe just two or three months."

Yang He calmed himself down and picked up the brush to write again.

"Captain Sun, what are the benefits of the evil ghost's resurrection?"

Song Zhi revived because he could not satisfy the hungry ghost appetite in his body, but the groom obviously knew the pros and cons and felt that he did it on his own initiative.

'The Yin Qi is lacking, and the path to becoming an immortal is cut off. Only by becoming a ghost can one sense the Yin Qi in the boundless hell and continue to practice.'

Yang He took a deep breath. Captain Sun also used the word "endless hell" to describe that bizarre real world, which was evident from the fact.

He realized belatedly that there was no Dharma Ending Age in the main world at all, but rather the negative energy needed for spiritual practice was concentrated in the boundless hell.

"The first layer of hell is full of demons and monsters, the second layer of hell has thousands of ghost corpses hanging in the air, and 99% of the yin energy is separated between humans and ghosts by window paper, so the only way to practice is to revive."

After the coachman's hungry ghost right arm fell into a layer of hell, it was equivalent to breaking the window paper in disguise, and it could absorb the negative energy of that layer of hell.

When one is promoted to the evil ghost stage, he must be revived a second time.

Otherwise there is no hope for practice.

Yang He shuddered and felt a little confused.

He continued writing, "Captain Sun, what are the conditions for a second resuscitation?"

'Give up more of your body.'

As they abandon their bodies time and time again, the monks inevitably become incomplete. Of course, the more incomplete they are, the more terrifying their strength is.

Yang He was breathing heavily and couldn't help but ask himself.

Do I…need resuscitation?

If it doesn't revive, it seems we can only rely on the world of allusions.

Yang He didn't want to become neither human nor ghost, but he was not sure whether he would compromise in the future. Fortunately, he didn't need to make a decision too early.

"I have spiritual vision, which allows me to see the truth that requires resurrection, and I can also travel back and forth between the world of allusions, so there is no need to rush for now."

Sizzle!

While Yang He was stunned, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped sharply.

The negative energy emanating from the tiger ghost skin was boiling, and some flesh and blood could be seen growing. The wooden dummies outside were also becoming restless.

The black cat bared its teeth, also reminding Yang He to leave as soon as possible.

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts.

"Captain Sun, do you know how to accommodate the second ghost?"

'I am Sun Qi, who are you?'

"Captain Sun, do you know how to make a Yin weapon?"

'I am Sun Qi, who are you?'

Yang He asked several questions in a row, but the responses were all unusually dull. Facts proved that Captain Sun's situation was indeed not optimistic.

He tried the names of all the books in the illusion, until he came to inner alchemy.

"Captain Sun, do you know the content of inner alchemy?"

There was a brief hesitation in response, and then long passages of text emerged.

"Dan is the way of ghosts. Only by accepting two ghosts can it be called the way. There is no other way, so it is called Dan. Heaven gets one to be pure, and the earth gets one..."

Yang He’s eyes widened. This was indeed the method to accommodate the second ghost.

The content of Neidan Shu was short and seemed to be incomplete. He relied on his experience of two lives to memorize it. At this time, the tiger ghost skin had reached 20 to 30 kilograms, and bones began to grow inside.

Yang He did not exchange the tiger ghost skin for the spiritual vision. This item might be the last hope for Captain Sun. There was no need to covet the spiritual vision and cause Peibai City to lose the protection of the government office ahead of time.

After he repeatedly confirmed that he had remembered the inner alchemy technique correctly, he quickly let go of the hot potato, grabbed the black cat and ran away.

Just as he was about to leave the study, Yang He looked back.

Inside the library, a headless figure was seen sitting at a table flipping through books. It was obvious that his remaining consciousness was repeating his usual habits.

Yang He didn't sense any malicious intent, so he slowed down his pace.

He still chose to return from the main gate, pretending to be a confused citizen, and staggered out of the yamen.

Yang He acted out the whole play, stumbling all the way home.

Oh oh oh~~

Before I knew it, the sun had risen in the sky.

Most of the tiger stripes on Yang He's body had disappeared, and his body was a little tired, but his spirit was extremely excited because of the inner alchemy technique he had obtained.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately copied the inner alchemy technique on paper.

According to the records of Neidan, it is relatively easy for a living person to accommodate the first ghost, as there is no need to worry about backlash. However, it is different with the second ghost, as a fight between the two will inevitably occur.

And the monks also have to adapt to the impact of the two ghosts.

The art of inner alchemy is to refine the second ghost in the body into a pill, store it in the heart, and refine it bit by bit as the blood circulates throughout the body.

"What a pity, the inner alchemy technique seems to be partially incomplete."

"But speaking of which, Captain Sun is so obsessed with inner alchemy, could it be that he is near death because of practicing inner alchemy?"

Yang He pinched his nose thoughtfully, thinking that if he practiced rashly, he would probably die.

"Internal alchemy is very complicated. If you are not careful, the Yin Qi will erode the Yang Qi. And the internal alchemy technique is incomplete, unless..."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Unless there is an immortal to teach me, how can I get started with inner alchemy?"

Anyway, it doesn’t matter if you get too obsessed with the vest, and the best strategy is to try it in the world of allusions.

It just so happened that there were two ghosts in the Taoist boy's body.

Yang He kept his inner alchemy technique close to his body, and lying in bed unable to fall asleep, he simply guided the thin Yin Qi to circulate throughout his body.

Before I knew it, I was half asleep and half awake, and my consciousness seemed to be out of my body.

When Yang He woke up, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the doors and windows onto the wall, carrying with it an unbearable stench.

He stretched and opened the door.

"Strange, how can it rain in March?"

The sun was high in the sky, but outside the house it was drizzling. Mist was rolling on the ground, and more than a dozen evil spirits with human faces and bird bodies could be seen in the mist.

Yang He noticed that Old Man Yang was drying clothes in the yard and quickly got up.

"Don't blame me, old man. Who could have predicted that it would suddenly rain or shine? To be honest, Jialiang Water Village may not be able to maintain good weather all year round..."

As soon as Yang He left the room, his mumbling stopped abruptly.

His pupils trembled and he tried to catch the rain with his palms.

As a result, the rain went straight through my palms.

Yang He's expression was full of disbelief, only to find that he could not touch the puddles on the ground. He could not help but open his pupils and observe the situation carefully.

He soon realized that the rain was not in the real world, but in a layer of hell.

That’s right, hell…it’s raining!

Over the next few days, as the century-old turbot was continuously dissected, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the evil spirits in the city became more active.

(End of this chapter)