Mythology

Chapter 33 You used to call me your husband, but now you call me your son

"It really pushes me to the brink of death. I have to work very hard to complete the allusion."

As soon as Yang He walked out of the yamen, he looked up at the sky with a serious expression.

From the perspective of others, the clouds were only slightly stained with black and gray.

But with his spiritual vision, he could see that a tangible negative energy was gathering above his head.

[Spiritual Vision: 37.8 points]

After being in contact with the coffin for a long time, Yang He’s spiritual vision has reached the level of half a hundred.

He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but at least it made him more sensitive to ghosts. He could wait until he reached the main world to deal with the problem of falling into the third level of hell.

"call."

Li Feng let out a breath and tied the coffin to his back with a rope. His skin and flesh had turned bluish purple, showing the corrosive nature of the Yin energy.

The best candidate to carry the coffin was Yang He, but the Taoist boy was too weak.

"Master Yang, you don't have to worry about their lives. If there is danger, don't even worry about me. Just save yourself."

Li Feng was also unsure, otherwise he would not have brought thirteen officers and soldiers with him.

If necessary, the officers and soldiers would not hesitate to buy time for the two of them. Even Li Feng did not plan to return to Cailian Town alive.

tick.

The rain slid down.

The yin energy is intensifying, and if nothing unexpected happens, continuous drizzle will cover hundreds of miles.

Yang He felt the situation was very difficult, but it was impossible to escort the coffin until tomorrow.

It won’t be long before Madam Yin’s incarnation will come towards the coffin. If you want to survive, you have to rush to Qinghu as soon as possible.

"We have to go on this journey, otherwise Gui Fuqiu will not see any hope of completing it."

Yang He took out twenty or thirty tonic pills and handed them to Li Feng.

"There is no wine for practice, but there is plenty of medicine for practice."

"Haha."

Li Feng said casually: "It will be difficult for me to deal with the evil spirits next. I must concentrate on resisting the Yin energy. Taoist Yang, you will lead the way."

He swallowed four tonic pills, his heartbeat quickened, and he no longer looked tired.

But after all, it is just an ordinary physique. The tonic pills have more disadvantages than advantages. The increased yang fire is like using yang life as firewood.

Yang He took advantage of Li Feng's remaining strength to ask, "Master Li, why did the General's Mansion ask you to bring the coffin to Cailian Town?"

"This place is remote. Even if you are heading to a certain town, you won't pass by here, right?"

“I was indeed passing by.”

Li Feng smiled helplessly and said, "We originally planned to go to Yuanjue Cave in Lingjiu Mountain. Cailian Town is just east across the mountain range."

"Lingjiu Mountain..."

Yang He felt that the sound was familiar, but he couldn't remember which immortal god's temple it was.

Li Feng no longer regarded Yang He as a child of eleven or twelve years old, and said without reservation: "It is said that the immortal on Lingjiu Mountain is named Ran Deng."

Yang He opened his mouth slightly but did not answer.

In the original work, the Taoist Master Ran Deng and the Twelve Golden Immortals all belonged to the Chan Sect. After the Conferred God Ceremony, they seemed to have joined Western Buddhism and became the Buddha Ran Deng.

Yang He knew very little about The Investiture of the Gods and was not aware of the twists and turns contained therein.

But no matter what, Li Jing obviously did not intend to let Nezha live, and the layout of Cailian Town was probably planned by Taiyi Zhenren in advance.

At this time, the group had just walked out of the city gate of Cailian Town.

The rain soaked the soil, the official road became muddy, and the rising thick yin energy covered the mountains and forests with a layer of silver frost.

[Spiritual Vision: 37.9 points]

Yang He realized it belatedly and looked back at Cailian Town, feeling a chill all over his body.

There were strange and inexplicable figures standing in the streets and alleys, watching them go away, and then the town seemed to be a bustling city.

The living hide in their homes, while the evil spirits repeat their actions in life.

“Be careful!!”

Li Feng reminded: "The Yin energy entering the body will affect our Yang fire. We must keep our mind steady to avoid being startled and causing the Yang fire to go out."

He murmured in complex words: "The remains in the mountains have been piled up for who knows how many years. How many evil spirits will be born after being watered by the rain?" Yang He felt a chill down his spine and felt that the consumption of his yang fire was increasing.

Everyone subconsciously sped up. Although Qinghu Lake was only separated by a mountain, they felt as if they were crossing the Netherworld.

"whee."

Yang He heard the chuckle swaying in the wind and grabbed the copper coin sword tightly.

The officer couldn't help but turn his head, and suddenly the yang fire on his right shoulder shook.

"hiss……"

Before he could react, a section of his finger had already been lost. He could faintly hear chewing coming from the shadows not far away.

"damn it."

Yang Heyi threw the copper coin sword, and the ghost hand behind him grabbed the hilt and extended it outward.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a half-broken ghost face appeared on the copper coin sword. The corners of his mouth, which were stretched to his ears, still showed mockery even on his deathbed.

Yang He retracted his ghost hand, but more than a dozen heads rolled towards him from the side.

The evil spirits are all newborn weak ghosts, far inferior to the hungry ghost killed in the main world. It can be clearly seen that their bodies are half real and half virtual.

But...the number is really too terrifying.

Yang He looked around and saw eyes prying in the bushes along the official road.

"No, it's simply unrealistic to kill them all the way to Qinghu."

Li Feng panted and said, "I will guide their Yang Qi to come out. Taoist Yang, please don't let the evil spirits disturb their Yang Fire."

"it is good!"

Yang He said in a deep voice: "Close your eyes!"

The officers and soldiers did as they were told, and then Yang He found a spare rope and tied it around their waists, and he walked in the front to lead the way.

"Whatever happens next, don't open your eyes."

Li Feng knocked on the chest and abdomen, and the officers and soldiers couldn't help but feel dry mouth and tongue. Suddenly, hot air came out of everyone's head, and the ghosts stopped swarming around.

There was a constant rustling sound and the tempting fragrance made the ghosts linger.

Yang He also closed his eyes and moved forward in the dark relying on the pupil ghost.

Fortunately, I had played the role of a lotus root picker before and had experience going to Qinghu Lake at night, otherwise just finding Qinghu Lake would have been a big hassle.

When there was no light in the sky, everyone walked into the hill where Qinghu Lake was.

Black hair could be seen entangled in the branches of the trees in the woods, and occasionally there were a few hanged bodies, mostly wild animals, but there were also quite a few dead people.

According to Wu Hong, looking directly at black hair would make Mrs. Yin feel uncomfortable.

They closed their eyes and walked along the ropes. Although it was in a very awkward situation, it was indeed safer and Li Feng could get some breathing space.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Yang He heard the sound of rippling water and realized that they were getting closer and closer to Qing Lake. The cold wind mixed with raindrops hit their faces painfully.

"and many more."

Yang He stopped everyone from moving forward, and the pupil ghost appeared behind his head and looked around.

"What...what happened?" Li Feng's joints were bleeding and he was chewing a tonic pill in his mouth all the time.

"I thought it was because Madam Yin was in Qinghu Lake that the evil spirit didn't follow me, but I smelled a very familiar fragrance."

“The unique fragrance of lotus root.”

The soil within a hundred meters loosened, and a large number of tender white lotus root arms emerged.

"My son~~"

The mournful murmur echoed. After being usurped by Madam Yin, it was obvious that the Lady of Three Mountains had been wandering in the mountains, seemingly full of resentment.

"Master Yang, why do I feel like it comes for you?" Li Feng was secretly shocked. The word 'erlang' kept echoing in Yang He's ears.

"Is it because of the lack of ghost children that they targeted a minor like me?"

"and……"

"Mrs. Yin will be here soon."

(End of this chapter)