Mythology

Chapter 45: The Out-of-Control Living Immortal

Yang He planned to focus on his cultivation.

He had a premonition that Madam Yin's arrival at Wuguang Temple would inevitably cause trouble, and it would be a question of how long the temple priest could survive.

The three Yin meridians of the pupil ghost must be developed within just a few days.

"The Wuguang Temple is full of evil spirits, and the yin energy is comparable to Qinghu Lake. This should be enough time."

"Promoting to the evil ghost stage must also be done in the allusion world. The main world cannot reveal the truth."

Yang He noticed that after many revisions, Tong Gui was able to circulate the Qi in a cycle without having to guide it himself.

He closed his eyes and meditated until Miaoyin came with two temple priests.

Miaoyin signaled the temple keeper to move daily items into the side room. The keeper's attitude was extremely respectful, which showed the waiter's transcendent status in Wuguang Temple.

"I am the oldest among the people in Wuguang Temple, so from now on you can just call me Senior Brother."

Yang He said without any politeness, "Brother, I will stay in the wing room to recuperate for a while. Please bear with me."

"It doesn't matter."

Miaoyin agreed readily, staring at Yang He with twinkling eyes.

Yang He didn't bother to care whether there were any petty thefts in Wuguang Temple. If Miaoyin had any ill intentions towards him, he wouldn't mind breaking her neck with his ghost hands.

He opened the wooden box containing dinner, only to find that it was all vegetarian food. However, thinking about the smelly clear soup noodles in the main world, at least it was something for humans to eat.

Miaoyin handed Yang Heyi a medicine jar and said, "This is the Fire-Suppressing Pill. Take one before dark to avoid being hurt by the burning."

Yang He frowned slightly and saw that there were twelve pills in the medicine jar.

【Fuhuo Dan】

[After taking it, you can avoid the pain of being burned at the stake and prevent Yin Qi from entering your body and burning you. Long-term use can easily shorten your lifespan.]

"Brother, do we have to undergo baptism every night?"

“Not necessarily, but it’s better to be prepared.”

The corner of Yang He's eye twitched. It was really not easy for the waiters to keep their sanity.

Miaoyin hesitated for a few breaths and said nothing more, then took out another scripture, "Although you and I have no chance to become immortals, we can practice some unorthodox methods. You can read it in your spare time."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Miaoyin wanted to say something but stopped herself, and left the room when she saw it was getting dark.

Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that the doors and windows of the wing must be kept tightly closed and must not be opened no matter what happened outside.

"It's really bizarre that the Wuguang Temple could be established in the suburbs of Chaoge."

Yang He shook his head and picked up the scripture and took a quick look at it.

He did not hold out much hope before reading it. Since it was said to be an unorthodox method, it would probably be meaningless to spend time and effort to master it.

But what I didn’t expect was that the technique actually had some substance.

The name of the skill is "Fire Accumulation Heart Mantra", and the whole method is about using fire to temper the bones.

Why is it an unorthodox practice? Mainly because the Fire Accumulation Mantra does not involve ghosts, but instead allows one's own bones to gradually transform into evil objects.

Although the bones are as hard as copper and iron, the life span will be sharply reduced.

"Logically speaking, if my own bones have become Yin objects, I should be able to bring them back to the main world, right?"

It just so happens that the ghost hand needs to create a skeleton, so perhaps using the skeleton of a temple keeper would be more appropriate.

Yang He memorized the contents of the Fire Accumulation Mantra in a short while. The practice steps were not difficult, so he immediately put his energy back into practicing Qi Refining.

There is no time in practice, and you can hardly feel the passage of time.

As night falls.

The bell of Wuguang Temple rang three times, and the number of people walking around gradually decreased.

Yang He did not rush to take the Fuhuo Pill, but waited for the burning punishment to come at any time. As a result, the waning moon hung in the sky for a long time, and nothing unusual happened.

I stayed up all night, with occasional rustling noises.

Yang He didn't care and stayed at home for the next six or seven days.

The pupil ghost progressed smoothly, and there was no hindrance to the derivation of the three yin meridians.

The objectives of this trip were accomplished.

The only pity was that he had no chance to learn the Fire Accumulation Mantra. Yang He began to get used to the days of staying at home, staying in the wing room with no one paying attention to him, only Miaoyin would come to ask about his well-being occasionally.

Finally, on the seventh night, the long-lost burning sensation came.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. It was just getting dark when he could hear some rustling noises coming from the East Hall next door, but they were quite slight.

The blood temperature begins to rise, and the yin energy guides the heat deep into the bone marrow.

The Fire Accumulation Mantra will naturally lead to entry.

Yang He felt a sharp pain in his spine, and then heard the sound of metal falling in the East Hall, most likely from the rivets that fixed the living immortal.

He frowned slightly, and the burning sensation in his body became more and more intense.

"According to Miaoyin, the East Palace lacks a living immortal to take charge, but the newly added living immortals have already been sent in, so it should be..."

[Spiritual Vision: 109.6 points]

Clairvoyance suddenly surged by 5 points.

Yang He's scalp tingled. Even if it was Madam Yin's incarnation, his spiritual vision would not have reacted so violently. Who on earth was raising evil spirits in the temple?
He couldn't help being nervous, so he simply held the Fuhuo Pill in his mouth.

I originally wanted to take off the leather robes and intensify my practice of the Fire Accumulation Mantra, but now it seems that if I am not careful I will die in the house.

suddenly.

A creepy rustling sound came from the corridor outside the east hall door.

It was as if a giant python was dragging itself across the ground, or as if rotten tree bark was rubbing against each other.

The sound stopped suddenly.

Yang He pricked up his ears to listen. The sound of insects chirping one after another seemed extremely strange. Blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose. The burning had already affected his internal organs.

He swallowed half of the Fuhuo Pill, looked up and saw... a huge shadow in front of the door.

The giant shadow was three meters tall, with long limbs. Yang He only saw the outline, and he thought to himself, "This is what Buddha looks like."

The moment Yang He blinked, heavy footsteps suddenly came closer from afar.

The huge shadow moved out of thin air to within half a meter of the door.

Yang He saw it more clearly.

The giant shadow's skin was layered with deep wrinkles, and looked like a scripture with inscriptions on it, with a sinister aura blowing in his face.

"You must look straight ahead. It has the same problem as the stone ghost in the mine!!"

The pupil of the ghost opened on his forehead, staring at the living immortal all the time.

"But the living immortal in the East Hall is obviously scarier than the Stone Ghost. It might be a fierce ghost. And there are at least four or five hundred living immortals in the Five Lights Temple."

Yang He was sweating profusely, but his Fire Accumulation Mantra was improving by leaps and bounds.

With the help of pupil ghosts to provide Yin energy, each section of the spine gradually turns into Yin objects.

The powerful ghost is eager to devour the spine, which shows that the Yin object cultivated by the Fire Accumulation Heart Mantra can indeed be used as the skeleton of the ghost hand.

Yang He looked helpless and didn't dare to look away the whole night.

Wait till sunrise.

As light and darkness alternated, the living fairy in front of the door disappeared again.

Yang He walked out of the room, and there was no trace of walking on the ground.

He came to the east hall next door and looked inside through the window. A living immortal came into view in the corner, and the ground was covered with blood-stained rivets.

The posture of the living fairy is exaggerated and bizarre, and its limbs and body are twisted.

However, the temple keeper seemed to have gotten used to it. Not long after, four or five people came and used hammers to hammer the rivets back into the body of the living immortal.

The posture of the living immortal was corrected, but his expression became even more hideous and terrifying.

"waiter."

The temple keeper bowed to Yang He and said, "Mrs. Yin from Chentang Pass is already at the foot of the mountain. The Miaoyin Temple Master is busy reinforcing the living immortals. The other servants are not feeling well, so I would like you to entertain them for a while."

"I'll go right away."

Yang He looked back at the living immortal, wondering if it was an illusion.

The living immortal seems to be...laughing?

(End of this chapter)