Mythology

Chapter 487 Journey to the West Together in the Land of Bliss

Yang He hurried westward, knowing that he could only travel between places once the story was completed. Once the story began, he would be restricted to certain areas.

"In my memory, Gao Village is no longer in Dongsheng Shenzhou, but should be in Xiniu Hezhou. Hmm, Zhu Bajie seems to be from the early plot of Journey to the West, but in fact, Tang Sanzang has already traveled countless miles on horseback."

Even if Yang He were to temporarily emerge from seclusion to participate in the historical events during his seclusion to overcome the calamities, he would still be unable to fully utilize his strength due to the calamities and tribulations he was facing.

Therefore, it is crucial to figure out how to automatically generate allusions.

Five Finger Mountain is not a big problem; even if our top disciple is a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, he has the strength to fight. We must make preparations in advance for Gao Village and Liusha River.

Especially in Gao Village, Zhu Bajie should be relatively easier to control.

Yang He traveled for seven days while pondering, and the terrain changed from hills to grasslands. Before he knew it, he had arrived in the Kingdom of Ussang, where Gao Laozhuang was located in the original work.

“Searching by place names from Journey to the West may not be accurate. If we can’t find Gao Village, we can only ask for help from the Heavenly Court’s connections. Logically speaking, it’s impossible for the Heavenly Court to have no record of Marshal Tianpeng being demoted to the mortal world.”

The Kingdom of Ü-Tsang is vast and has a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

The architectural styles are quite similar, but the eaves are engraved with Buddhist inscriptions, and the clothing style of the people is very similar to that of the Tibetans in the previous life.

The Kingdom of Ü-Tsang is located on the edge of Xiniuhe Prefecture, where the rampant evil spirits have not yet spread. It is estimated that one will only see a scene similar to Lion Camel Ridge if one continues to venture deeper.

Yang He scanned the area with his divine sense and quickly discovered clues about Gao Laozhuang.

After all, the land is vast and sparsely populated. There are hardly any towns in the Kingdom of Ü-Tsang. You can find out the location of Gao Lao Zhuang just by listening to the people talk. However, Gao Lao Zhuang seems to have been closed off for many years, and the people inside are self-sufficient.

Compared to towns that frequently encounter evil spirits, Gao Village has never experienced any major disasters.

"Let's meet Pigsy first."

Yang He made his way to his destination and saw a village standing out abruptly among the locust trees. It was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, as if a wedding banquet was about to be held.

The stone tablet at the entrance of the village is clearly inscribed with the three characters 'Gaolaozhuang', but it has been covered by vines.

Yang He concealed his aura and quietly disappeared from Gao Village.

The locust grove rustled in the twilight, like countless insects gnawing at the ground, and the walls of all the buildings in Gao Lao Zhuang were covered with a thin layer of grease.

Every household had bright red lanterns hanging up, and candles were burning for a long time.

In Gao Laozhuang, children can be seen almost everywhere. Although the fertile land they cultivate is far from enough to supply the daily needs of a thousand households, everyone is physically robust.

The elderly are also cared for and seem to never lack food.

The villagers were busy with their own things and did not notice Yang He walking on the rooftops. On the surface, Gao Laozhuang was a paradise in today's world.

"Strange, there is no trace of any evil spirits that ever existed."

Yang He was deeply puzzled. Even if Zhu Bajie was not in Gao Village, it was impossible to avoid evil spirits with the population of the place. Therefore, something unusual must be a sign of something sinister.

As the sun sets, Gao Lao Zhuang becomes increasingly quiet.

A wedding banquet was set up at the village entrance. Both the bride and groom were ordinary people, but their ages differed greatly. The bride was over forty years old, while the groom was just over twenty.

The reactions of the other villagers were also intriguing; there was no compassion, only a numb indifference born of habit.

"kindness?"

As the sun set and the moon rose, Yang He felt his spiritual vision slightly increasing, and at the same time, a familiar aura permeated the air. If he wasn't mistaken, it was the Daoist temple.

To be precise, it was the rudimentary form of a temple, far from being able to stand on its own.

“Demons and evil spirits are not concerned with the erosion of the Ruins; on the contrary, they are able to control the Daoist temple.”

The atmosphere in the temple was intensifying.

Smoke curled from chimneys, and the air was filled with the aroma of stewed meat. Every household along the way had a ceramic pot in front of their door, with several pots for every family member.

It was filled with blood and emitted a foul stench over the years.

"What's wrong with Pigsy now? I wonder if he's gone mad or not."

The villagers were repeating the same actions: those sharpening knives were always sharpening the same kitchen knife, those embroidering were always embroidering the same peony, and even the children playing seemed to be nailed to the spot before returning home.

He kept patting the same faded cloth ball.

They walked to the door and looked down at the blood in the earthenware basin.

"coming."

Yang He looked up as the last rays of the setting sun sank below the horizon.

suddenly.

Click! !

The sounds of bones dislocating echoed from all directions.

Yang He saw all the villagers' heads begin to spin on their own, their necks twisting into pretzel shapes, their faces turning bright red, and blood seeping from their seven orifices.

Immediately afterwards, the villager's skin began to twitch, revealing black bristles resembling steel needles.

puff.

Two or three hundred heads fell into the ceramic basin, floating and sinking in the blood.

Not only were they not dead, but they were still conscious, their brows furrowed with terror as they stared intently at their headless bodies.

His body and limbs convulsed, and there was a twitching at the severed neck.

In just a few breaths, a pig's head grew out from inside the neck, with the same black sideburns and long, narrow tusks sticking out, making it look exactly like a wild boar's head.

Roar! ! !
The villagers looked up to the sky and howled in unison, their voices filled with deep resentment.

Pigsy was panting heavily, his consciousness splitting into 327 parts that attached themselves to mortals, and it seemed as if 327 thoughts were churning in his mind.

"I'm not crazy!!"

"I...I will voluntarily descend to the mortal realm to slay demons and monsters, and I will be able to return to the Heavenly Court soon!!!"

Villagers gathered at the village entrance, and an extremely awkward banquet continued. The wedding party and the groom's party performed the ceremony stiffly, and the process seemed ambiguous.

Yang He could hear Zhu Ganglie muttering to himself.

"I'm not crazy. I've already gathered 327 heavenly soldiers and generals. Once we reach 100,000, I can return to my position as Marshal Tianpeng and take command of the Heavenly River Navy!!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Pigsy laughed uncontrollably, "I hid heavenly soldiers and generals inside mortal bodies, and no one could detect it. They say I'm crazy, but I'm not crazy!!!"

Yang He clicked his tongue in amazement as he watched the villagers talk to each other in the tone of heavenly soldiers and generals. One moment they claimed to be the Ten Armor Heavenly Soldiers of the Green Seedling Camp, and the next moment they turned into Zhu Ganglie and spouted some nonsense.

It is clearly a split personality.

"Tang Sanzang will be in Gao Village for at least two or three years. By then, Zhu Bajie will definitely be a menace. His soul may multiply into thousands, and the Taoist temple will be established."

Yang He guessed that Zhu Ganglie initially split his soul to slow down the process of going astray and wanted to remove the part of his consciousness that had turned him into a demon, but the more he did it, the more chaotic it became.

There's no turning back now; the soul must constantly differentiate in order to remain conscious.

"Currently, Gao Village is increasing its population through reproduction, but it won't be long before it can no longer satisfy the burden of Zhu Bajie's consciousness, and he will most likely start actively abducting mortals to Gao Village..."

Zhu Ganglie could have simply arranged for men and women to share a room, but he remained rational.

This banquet was like a way for him to reassure himself that he hadn't gone mad.

This was the first time Yang He had ever seen a story that had not yet been formed. He could foresee that once Zhu Ganglie had established his Daoist temple, coupled with his remaining cultivation, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal might not be able to do anything to him, and Tang Sanzang would probably face a life-or-death situation.

But Gao Lao Zhuang... was just the beginning of the calamities of the journey to the west.

"Forget it, Pigsy can't communicate, he'll only get crazier and crazier in the future."

Yang He hesitated, wondering if he should intervene in Gao Laozhuang in advance, otherwise he might get involved in the story, which would be troublesome.

"Try it."

With a slight thought, he summoned the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field to envelop Gao Village. The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was a devastating blow to Zhu Bajie's nascent Dao Field; the latter didn't even realize that the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree had already spread everywhere.

"Well."

Pigsy was panting heavily, while the villagers looked around suspiciously.

Yang He had no intention of showing himself, but instead instilled the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Scripture into Zhu Ganglie's mind through a sudden enlightenment.

The "Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Scripture" is a lineage that refines the soul and spirit into grass-headed gods, which is somewhat in line with Zhu Bajie's lineage.

Even if they still go crazy, at least they won't completely lose control.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Pigsy couldn't help but burst into laughter again, "I knew I was right! It must be the Heavenly Dao that bestowed upon us immortal techniques!!"

Without hesitation, he began to cultivate the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Scripture. Three people walked out of Gao Village, who were obviously villagers who possessed the three souls of Zhu Ganglie.

Without making a sound, Yang He took out the Immaculate Buddha's flesh and bone, and refined it into a drop of essence blood in the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Taking advantage of the instant Zhu Ganglie mastered the basic supernatural power, his essence blood landed on Tianhun's brow.

Although there is only a slight connection, once the story begins, Yang He can easily play the role of the Heavenly Soul, and at the same time, he can subtly influence Zhu Ganglie.

Yang He kept repeating the same thought deep within Zhu Ganglie's Dao heart.

Only through seclusion can one regain immortality and attain enlightenment.

"Let's just be good people, since the temple has always been short of young disciples."

Yang He directly collected all the heads and placed them into the endless sea of ​​Buddhas within the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. The heads could retain their original intelligence and be worshipped in the Flesh and Blood Dao Temple.

The villagers' bodies have been possessed by Zhu Ganglie, and if this continues for too long, their souls will be scattered.

"Let Old Pig play house by himself in Gao Village."

After finishing his work, Yang He glanced at Zhu Ganglie, who was talking to himself, for a moment, then transformed into a beam of light and continued westward. His next target was naturally the Liusha River.

Heading west, the landscape became increasingly devastated.

It's only a hundred miles from Gao Laozhuang. Logically speaking, as the most prosperous Buddhist region in Xiniu Hezhou, the Pure Land should be protecting the local people.

In fact...

Yang He stood on the cloud and looked down. The village was shrouded in thick black smoke, and more than a dozen mutilated corpses, their internal organs emptied, lay scattered in the fields.

Not far away, a demon with a human face and a bird's body was attacking the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall enshrines statues of Arhats. Even if the bird demon's cultivation level is not high, the crowd could still have a chance to deal with it. However, mortals only place their hopes on the Arhats.

The demons constantly frightened mortals, exhausting their strength, and tried their best to avoid the Arhat statues.

After Yang He witnessed the demons eating people, human-like features grew back.

"Fuck you."

Before Yang He could make a move, a golden light flashed across the Arhat statue, and the bird demon immediately fled in panic. The villagers kowtowed repeatedly in gratitude, and the incense offerings were absorbed by the Arhat statue.

"The demons didn't die at all; they'll return once the village recovers."

“The Arhats clearly have the ability to kill demons, yet they always give the demons a little something. Isn’t protecting mortals like shepherding them?”

Yang He narrowed his eyes, and the bird demon died instantly.

The Arhat statue opened its eyes and descended into the shrine with consciousness, wanting to see who had killed the demon.

"roll!!!"

Yang He snorted coldly, and a halo of Buddha light formed behind his head. The Arhat statue was filled with fear, after all, it was a world apart from the Immaculate Buddha.

Snapped.

The Arhat statue was torn to pieces, causing the people to scream in terror.

Yang He shook his head, turned around, and continued on his way. Not long after he left, the fragments of the Arhat statue reassembled, but they had been replaced by another Arhat from the Pure Land.

“Xiniu Hezhou is a Buddhist territory, equivalent to a huge Buddhist center.”

Yang He could not change the rules of Xiniu Hezhou, where ordinary people could not worship the local earth god, and it was already extremely difficult for them to make a living.

“Unless I always play the role of the Immaculate Buddha, it is not realistic to protect mortals.”

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts and only occasionally killed a few lone demons. Two days later, he heard the sound of a river surging in his ears, but it was not as gentle as flowing water.

We've arrived at Liusha River.

The endless yellow sand dunes churn up thousands of sand waves that crash against the rugged reefs.

Yang He noticed that the river water was murky like slurry, but it was not composed of sand. With a sweep of his divine sense, he could see the piles of white bones deep in the Flowing Sand River.

A non-human figure was crawling among the bones, gnawing on them.

"Sha Wujing?"

The moment Yang He saw Sha Wujing, an idea immediately came to mind.

Sha Wujing is really perfect for being a... permanent character.

If I were to merge with the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, my demonic form might have a chance to catch up with the Ghost True Lord!
.........

Tang Sanzang had been traveling west for nearly two months, riding a white horse with two novice monks holding the reins on either side, in a remote and untouched mountain forest.

Horse hooves trod on the mountain path covered with fallen leaves, the dew on them releasing a fragrant aroma of herbs.

Tang Sanzang vaguely remembered that the two novice monks were specially selected by Li Shimin from Hongfu Temple to help him pack his luggage, but when he tried to recall the relevant memories, they were very blurry.

"Clouds and rain, if you are tired, please rest for a while."

"It's alright, Master."

The novice monk, whose Dharma name was Xingyun, turned his head and said, "Isn't there Yuanzhao? We can take turns leading the way, so it won't be too tiring."

Tang Sanzang was momentarily distracted, then noticed that another novice monk had appeared beside the white horse.

"Why is there an extra novice monk?"

His temples throbbed with pain. He remembered that when he left Chang'an, Li Shimin had specially selected three attendants for him from Hongfu Temple.

The tree canopy spreads sunlight in fine, dappled patterns.

Tang Sanzang calmed himself down and continued riding his horse over the mountain.

“Master,” Xingyu said calmly from the side, “Huiyuan was feeling unwell and rested for a while. Please don’t blame him when he comes back.”

"Huiyuan?"

As soon as Tang Sanzang finished speaking, another novice monk appeared behind the white horse on its right.

"Master, your disciple has made a mistake."

"No...it's okay."

Tang Sanzang pressed his temples, his head aching. His impression of Huiyuan deepened, as if it were Huiyuan who had scared away the wild beast he had encountered not long ago.

"Huiyuan, thank goodness you were here, otherwise..."

“Master, the three of us brothers are originally martial monks, so it is our duty to protect you.”

Tang Sanzang saw two monks walking side by side with Huiyuan, and then the group of monks came to five.

Ten days later.

The large pilgrimage team headed towards Wuzhi Mountain.

(End of this chapter)