Mythology

Chapter 49 Born Immortal
Yang He’s four Yin meridians have not yet been completely refined, but they are almost there.

Considering the amount of Yin energy in the world of allusions, as long as it involves cultivation, one will make rapid progress. Besides... there is also a human-shaped spirit gathering formation in the hall.

Yang He glanced at Madam Yin who was protected by the soldiers.

According to the timeline, Madam Yin should have been pregnant not long ago, but she looked like she was already ten months pregnant, with a bulging belly and a slightly thin body.

You can vaguely see that the surface of the skin is covered with blue veins.

Yang He didn't dare to contact Madam Yin, for fear of causing Nezha to be disturbed. If Madam Yin turned into a ghost ahead of time, he would be attacked from both sides.

In just a moment, the amount of Yin energy in the hall exceeded that of Qinghu Lake.

Yang He distracted his mind to attract the Yin energy from the outside world, and the vertical eye between his eyebrows revealed a mystery. Suddenly, the Yin energy began to pour out and was infused into the pupil ghost.

Taoist Qingfeng showed astonishment. After noticing the movement when Yang He absorbed the Yin Qi, he became more certain that his eyes were flawed, otherwise how could a person in the acquired realm be able to swallow such a huge amount of Yin Qi.

“Hahaha, I’ve become an immortal!!”

Miaoyin was still talking nonsense, her face was bloody and bruised.

Li Feng was shocked and said, "What sect does Wuguang Temple belong to? It is so evil and does all kinds of petty thefts."

Miaoyin didn't reply, but just kept smiling foolishly.

Taoist Qingfeng took out the Qingxin Talisman and stuck it between Miaoyin's eyebrows. "If a living immortal fails to become an immortal within seven days, it will turn into ashes. Doesn't this mean that it needs seven days to digest forty-nine human skins?"

Miaoyin regained some of her sanity, "That's what the scriptures record."

"We have plenty of time. I will think about how to strengthen the magic circle."

Taoist Qingfeng seemed to be thinking about something. The frequency of killing and skinning people would gradually slow down. Becoming an immortal was not something that could be achieved overnight. It required a little bit of transformation.

Yang He felt that the key to breaking the impasse was to hold out for seven days.

Even if I don't show up, it should be fine for Taoist Qingfeng and others to defend the main hall. Maybe they can just let nature take its course and turn the danger into safety?

Li Feng couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that the Wuguang Temple looks bright on the outside, but it hides dirty things. What kind of living immortal is this? Only the immortal master of Qianyuan Mountain can be called an immortal."

Miaoyin was already nearing her death, but after hearing this she suddenly came to her senses and said.

“You don’t understand at all!!”

"The living immortals will be burned at the stake every ten days. I imprisoned the attendant to prevent the living immortals from getting out of control. As long as the living immortals stay safely on the lotus throne, who cares whether they are real immortals or fake immortals?"

Miaoyin started coughing violently, with fragments of internal organs coming out of her mouth and nose.

Yang He frowned slightly, "What about the other living immortals in the temple? Will they lose control because of this?"

"The living immortal does not allow its own kind to become immortals. When it has peeled off forty-nine corpses, it will eliminate all of its own kind without hesitation..."

Miaoyin muttered to herself, gradually losing her vitality.

Taoist Qingfeng looked at Yang He, waiting for his decision.

Yang He looked around and said, "The living immortals are strange and mysterious. I am not sure if I should go out rashly. It is better to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances."

"Too."

Li Feng brought a lot of dry food on this trip. He did not abandon it even in the chaos before, so it should not be a problem for everyone to hold out for seven days.

"Junior Brother Qingfeng, you will be in charge of arranging everyone's daily routine."

"kindness."

Taoist Qingfeng also calmed down. After thinking for a moment, he was about to ask Yang He a few questions, but he saw the latter staring at Miaoyin's body thoughtfully.

"Brother Yang, are you afraid that the corpse will turn into an evil spirit? I will take care of it right away..."

The ghost hand appears.

Yang He's mind moved, and his ghost hand directly drilled into the flesh of the corpse.

Taoist Qingfeng felt his hair stand on end when he saw the ghost hand rummaging through the corpse and then taking out sections of burnt spine out of thin air.

"Brother Qingfeng, I'll leave the body to you."

"Uh, okay."

The ghost hand swallowed the pubic bone, and the middle finger bone took shape.

Miaoyin practiced the Fire Accumulation Mantra, but after several decades, she only lost seven vertebrae.

From this we can see how high the threshold for cultivation in the world of allusions is.

Most mortals are probably like Miaoyin, who can only access unorthodox techniques and never reach the acquired realm in their entire lives. Taoist Qingfeng already has superior talent and aptitude, after all, he was able to join Qianyuan Mountain, but the subsequent promotion to the Zuodan realm (evil ghost) is already the upper limit.

When the Conferred God War begins, those in the Zuodan realm will probably not even be considered cannon fodder.

Yang He sat cross-legged, drawing the negative energy from the outside world into his body.

It happened that the Five Lights Temple had a vortex of Yin energy surging in with the main hall as its center, and soon the four Yin meridians were completely refined.

Mingshan couldn't help but sigh: "Master, could it be that Master Uncle has become an immortal?"

"should not."

Taoist Qingfeng hesitated and added: "Since he is valued by Immortal Taiyi, perhaps he is a natural immortal."

Yang He realized that Tong Gui was gradually reaching a bottleneck.

He no longer hesitated, and suppressed his nausea as he took out the ghost eyes one by one and swallowed them into his throat. The ghost eyes dissolved and churned in his stomach.

The pupil ghost sank into the body and appeared in the stomach and intestines.

The corner of Yang He's mouth twitched, and it felt like he had swallowed a golden elixir. Then, all the blood in his body began to flow back into his stomach and intestines.

His appearance had transformed into a shriveled corpse and his heart had almost stopped.

Taoist Qingfeng was shocked and confused, and always felt that Yang He seemed to have returned to his innate state from acquired state.

The innate realm requires cleansing of the blood in the whole body. Cultivation is a process of transcending the mundane world, and it will also closely connect the supernatural powers with the body and soul.

But... it's impossible. How could Senior Brother Yang He only be at the Postnatal Realm?

Besides, the living immortals are watching closely, so it is hard for anyone to break through here.

Yang He was conscious and clear-headed, watching the pupil ghost undergo a transformation. It seemed that due to his spiritual vision, the pupil ghost showed his unique characteristics.

.........

In the side hall.

The altar on the wall was lifted up, revealing a secret passage leading directly to the underground, from which a hoarse voice was wailing in pain.

"Immortal!"

“Become an immortal!!”

The living immortal had already peeled off twenty-one human skins by this time, and he was starting to feel something different. His limbs were desperately tearing at the bloated, wrinkled skin.

There were earthen jars placed in the corners, and the waiters were imprisoned inside.

They trembled in fear in front of the living immortal and kept praying. The terrifying feeling of oppression was suffocating and they could hardly breathe.

thump.

The living immortal crashed into the wall, causing it to dent and the skin on his face began to tear.

Sudden.

The living immortal didn't move a muscle, and the waiters stared at his back in horror.

They saw the living immortal covering his face, then turning around and walking towards them step by step. The candlelight flickered, and they could vaguely see the skin being pulled apart.

"Living Immortal, don't kill me!!"

"Living Immortal, it's all Miaoyin's fault. We have never..."

They stopped talking abruptly.

I saw a fair face revealed from the dark and ferocious skin of the living immortal. It was a solemn face of Guanyin, and on top of his head were twelve small heads piled up like a bunch of grapes.

This is what is called the twelve faces of living beings in Buddhism.

All the waiters were so shocked that they were speechless.

"Are you willing to follow me in my practice to become an immortal?"

"willing!"

"We are willing to be living immortals!!"

The living immortal ignored the waiter. Instead, the seven skinned corpses kept trembling, and then he stood up with his hands clasped together.

The skinned corpse scratched the skin of the living fairy vigorously, helping the living fairy to become a fairy faster! !

(End of this chapter)