Mythology

Chapter 48 I, Yang He, the Corpse Immortal, want money

Taoist Qingfeng's pupils trembled. There was indeed a figure walking slowly towards him on the mountain road.

The figure seemed to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, holding a copper coin sword. Judging from his attire, he should also be a Taoist, but...

But the mountains are still off-limits to strangers, so how could a Taoist child appear here?

"Master, could it be..."

"Do not talk."

Taoist Qingfeng interrupted Mingshan's words, took out a talisman and stuck it between his eyebrows. Suddenly, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and they became clearly visible in the thick fog.

Then, a shocking scene came into view.

The Taoist boy acted as if no one was around and hummed an unknown nursery rhyme. At least two or three hundred evil spirits were crawling beside him. He stepped on them step by step. In front of him were ghosts with human heads hanging upside down on tree branches.

"He is not... a human. He definitely cannot be alive!!"

Taoist Qingfeng had been in Qianyuan Mountain for nearly forty years. This was the first time he had seen such a strange and inexplicable situation, and he couldn't help but panic for a moment.

The Taoist boy was already a hundred meters away.

Taoist Qingfeng took a deep breath. How could it be a Taoist boy? It was clearly a corpse! !

There was not a single masculine energy in the Taoist boy's body. His fangs protruded outwards, his pale skin was dotted with corpse spots, and his hair was the red color that only zombies have.

wrong.

Taoist Qingfeng took a closer look and saw three blazing flames on his head and shoulders. Could it be the rumored barren land?

Drought? ! !

Could it be the evil spirit brought in by Madam Yin?
The Taoist boy stopped in front of the Wuguang Temple, and Taoist Qingfeng retreated repeatedly.

"Ming Shan Ming Shui, I will use the paper horse technique to try to send you to the foot of the mountain. You must remember to protect Madam Yin. As for whether you can survive, it all depends on luck."

Mingshui was so scared that he dared not to reply, but Mingshan noticed something was wrong.

"Master, could that person be a fellow Taoist from Qianyuan Mountain?"

Taoist Qingfeng froze in his action of preparing to cast a spell, thinking of the rumors about Qianyuan Mountain. Although the name of the true disciple of Jinguan Cave was not clear, almost everyone knew of the existence of the Corpse Taoist.

The Taoist boy smiled, and the characteristics of his corpse-like body slowly disappeared. The three Yin fires turned into Yang fires, and a vertical eye between his eyebrows opened.

In an instant, the ghosts smelled the sweetness of the yang energy and pounced towards the Taoist boy frantically.

"Can I borrow your eyes for a while?"

The Taoist boy chuckled, and came out from behind with the copper coin sword in his ghost hand. He took a step forward and stabbed several times accurately.

He took advantage of the situation and came to the area of ​​Wuguang Temple. The ghosts roared but did not dare to chase him.

Pus and blood were dripping from between the fingers of the ghost hand.

Amid the evil screams, the Taoist boy took the eyeball handed to him by the ghost hand and said, "Counting the three I got earlier, the number is enough."

"If you can't get promoted once, there are plenty of people outside the temple."

Taoist Qingfeng took a look at the Taoist boy. After Yang He no longer maintained his immortal body, he looked like an ordinary, handsome Taoist boy.

Mingshan swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, could it be the corpse Taoist from Jinguang Cave?"

Yang He noticed the skinned corpse in front of the main hall door and knew that the situation was not optimistic. He then opened his mouth and spit out the Shoushan Stone Seal.

"I am Yang He, the true disciple of Qianyuan Mountain's Golden Light Cave."

"I came to Wuguang Temple to escort my... senior brother to Chaoge City."

Yang He felt that in terms of status, Nezha was definitely above him, and he might have to rely on Nezha in the future, so he called himself his junior brother.

When these words were spoken, all the dignitaries wanted to bow down in worship.

Yang He was in the mountains when he entered the world of allusions, and he almost got off to a bad start.

Fortunately, he has an immortal body that can be transformed into a corpse, and only a few years of his life will be consumed after transformation. He is not even afraid of death now. The worst that can happen is that he will waste his spiritual vision to be resurrected.

Taoist Qingfeng had a strange expression on his face. After confirming that the words carved on the seal were correct, he hurried to greet him.

He discovered that Yang He's revealed cultivation level was only at the acquired realm. He himself was at the innate realm and was helpless in the Wuguang Temple. What was the difference between being at the acquired realm and committing suicide?

Is it an eye problem?

The ghost hand controlled by Yang He is none other than the three-headed, six-armed Dharmakaya. The means by which it transforms into a half-human, half-corpse is most likely some kind of natural immortal body.

Taoist Qingfeng dispelled his doubts. With Yang He's aptitude, he was destined to become an immortal. If he was not sure, he would not take the risk. Immortal Taiyi would not allow his disciple to do whatever he wanted. He is indeed a corpse Taoist!

"Junior brother Qingfeng has met senior brother, and he knows the mountains and rivers, but he has not met uncle yet."

Taoist Qingfeng is only a nominal disciple. No matter how deep his cultivation is or how long he has been a disciple, he must address the true disciples as "Junior Brothers".

Mingshan Mingshui couldn't help feeling extremely close to Yang He, who was of similar age to him.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle."

Yang He knew very well that there was no time for small talk, otherwise he would really like to show off his authority as an elder.

He turned to look at Li Feng, "What's your name, General?"

Li Feng said a little awkwardly: "Master, I am from Chentang Pass and have witnessed the power of Taiyi Immortal Venerable..."

Yang He didn't expect that Li Feng was also a chatterbox when he was young, so he interrupted him quickly, "Li Feng, you must immediately organize everyone to go to the main hall, including the temple priests, and find the temple owner Miaoyin!"

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Everyone seemed to have found a backbone and poured into the main hall in an orderly manner.

"Junior Brother Qingfeng."

Yang He was not polite either. "Can you set up a magic array in the main hall? It's hard to tell whether the living immortal is real or fake. It's best to deal with the evil spirit for the time being."

"Junior brother has the battle flags with him, so it will only take a moment to set up the battle."

"hurry up."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, "I have a feeling it's going to kill someone again."

Everyone was shuddering with fear. The corpses died right before their eyes, with their relatives right beside them, but no one could notice that the living immortal had taken action.

Yang He walked into the main hall. In the center was a charred statue of a god, and there were various altars.

"Somebody come!"

The two lieutenants came closer quickly.

"Throw all the items in the main hall outside, leaving no blind spots."

Yang He called Mingshan and Mingshui again. Just as he was about to ask them to convey the rules of the living immortals' movement, he suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling outside the door.

The smell of blood permeates the air.

Four bodies were stacked together, their skin had been peeled off, and judging by their clothes, they should be officers and soldiers.

Taoist Qingfeng had just arranged the twelve formation flags. Spells appeared on the walls and the main hall was shrouded in golden light, as if the danger had been isolated.

He obviously knew the rules of the living immortals, and without Yang He's reminder, he gathered the pilgrims together so that the line of sight covered the main hall as much as possible.

"Master, Miaoyin has been found. Damn it, all the people worshipped in the Wuguang Temple are evil spirits."

Li Feng carried Miaoyin into the hall, followed by a dozen soldiers. The old temple keeper pointed at the corpse in front of the door and yelled crazily.

“He has become an immortal! He has become an immortal!!”

The door closed and everything outside the hall became completely silent.

Li Feng slapped Miaoyin several times before the latter regained some of her sanity.

"It's about to become an immortal, and we'll all die..."

Yang He looked grim. "Tell me, how many human skins does it have to peel off to become an immortal?"

"Forty-nine people!"

"It has already peeled off fourteen human skins each time it kills seven people. It's too late. If a living immortal cannot become an immortal within seven days, it will turn into ashes. It will not let anyone go!!"

Taoist Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, Senior Brother reminded us that most people are gathered in the main hall. Otherwise..."

Miaoyin banged her head hard against the ground.

"It was me who destroyed the Five Lights Temple. Fifteen servants were imprisoned in the southern side hall. They... have already been skinned. The Living Immortals will become more and more terrifying!"

Yang He secretly considered whether he should hurry up and be promoted to Pupil Ghost.

(End of this chapter)