Mythology

Chapter 51: The Envious Nuwa

It was already late at night when the escorts escorted the Nuwa statue to the foot of the mountain.

They didn't dare to stop and rode non-stop into the mountain road. They could see that more than 40 escorts had nervous faces and fear in their eyes.

An old stonemason was also accompanying them, who was responsible for the final finishing touches.

Statues of gods are extremely vulnerable to death and once completely completed, there is a high chance that they will disappear, so the final carving step is usually done at the destination.

"call."

Captain Wang exhaled a puff of white frost and could not help but ask, "The mountains before were not this cold and gloomy. Could this be a mass grave?"

"Indeed, it's freezing and makes my stomach hurt."

"Fuck it, it's true that money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat!"

The other escorts felt the same way, and their limbs felt numb.

"You can't say it! You can't say it!"

The old stonemason turned pale with fear and said hurriedly, "Nu Wa will hear it. Dirty words can easily disturb the gods!!"

Only then did Wang Biaotou react, and he kept asking Nuwa to calm down.

They thought of the origin of the Nuwa statue. Although casualties were inevitable in the carving process, there had never been a situation where hundreds of people died in just half a month.

We have just completed forty-five statues of Nuwa, and a lot of strange things are happening in the town.

The old stonemason said softly, "According to the rules of the festivals over the years, the first statue of Nuwa that was selected is the most spiritual and the one that cannot tolerate dirty words the most. Don't say anything."

All the escorts looked at the Nuwa statue at the same time. The moonlight shone through the white cloth. No matter from which angle, the Nuwa statue seemed to be looking back at them.

Wang Biaotou swallowed his saliva and whipped the horse several times to urge it to speed up.

The mountains were low and the Wuguang Temple soon became faintly visible in the distance, but the strange thing was that a biting fog had already enveloped the surroundings.

At the same time, they made rustling sounds.

"Something's wrong."

Wang Biaotou is well-informed and has encountered evil spirits more than once during his many years of wandering around the world. Otherwise, he would not have been willing to take on such a dangerous job.

The escorts seemed a little nervous and tried to hold up torches to light the way ahead.

"It should be one or two evil spirits that are targeting the convoy. With our Yang energy, we can suppress them. We can bypass the evil spirits and successfully reach the top of the mountain."

Wang Biaotou had a painful expression on his face and took out a wrinkled talisman.

The talisman was pasted on his forehead. He bit his index finger and pointed it at the talisman. Suddenly, his pupils turned white and the evil spirits hiding in the dark came into view.

"Uh?"

Wang Biaotou froze in place, unspeakable fear rising in his heart.

Look around.

There were dense crowds of evil spirits surrounding the convoy. In the bushes in front of them alone, there were thirty or forty ghost heads hanging and swaying on the branches.

"Captain Wang, did you see the evil spirit clearly..."

"Do not talk!"

Wang Biaotou's face was bloodless. He turned around and asked the old stonemason, "Old Chen, can the statue of Nuwa deter evil spirits?"

"Of course you can, but carving the eyes in advance will harm the creature."

The ghosts have blocked the retreat, waiting for the yang fire to dim and then rush forward.

"I can't care about that anymore. If I continue on my way, I'm afraid... I won't live to see Wuguang Temple."

"Then I will carve my eyes immediately. You must remember not to look directly at Nuwa. Alas, this is a ritual that requires sacrifice. This is really disrespectful."

The old stonemason didn't waste any words. He knelt down and kowtowed several times before lifting the white cloth.

The goddess Nuwa is lifelike, wearing gorgeous veil. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, she does not look like a human being, except for her slightly cloudy eyes.

The old stonemason stared at it in fascination for a few moments, then took out a chisel and carved an eye.

thump.

The chisel hit the corner of the statue's eye.

The crowd was no longer afraid, and stared at the statue of Nuwa infatuatedly, and even felt a little...jealousy towards the old stonemason who was in charge of the carving.

The evil spirits also became quiet, and the atmosphere became extremely strange and tense.

dong dong.

The right eye of the Nuwa statue is shining brightly, revealing the mother's love for her children, and even dispelling most of the coldness around her.

Wang the escort could not help but walk slowly towards the statue of Nuwa. The escort behind him drew his sword, his expression became ferocious, and the jealousy in his heart was intensifying, wanting to monopolize the mother's love.

puff.

Wang Biaotou was stabbed several times and fell to the ground muttering the word "mother".

The ghosts were even more decisive, fighting each other madly.

Whether it is a human or a ghost.

With just one glance, an abnormal mother-son relationship is established between her and the Nuwa statue.

The escorts who did not look directly at the statue fled in panic. If they stayed where they were, they would also become part of the infighting.

The carriage was covered in blood, and the old stonemason was still busy carving.

"What the hell is this?"

Yang He pushed aside the grass and hurried over. He was horrified to see such a scene. Even the four horses bit off their companions' tracheas.

He himself was almost influenced by the Nuwa statue and wanted to crush the old stonemason to death.

"No, if I let the Nuwa statue be completed halfway up the mountain, I'm afraid I will die. We must send the carriage to the Wuguang Temple."

Yang He did not dare to interrupt the old stonemason, whose eyes were bloodshot and tears were flowing, and his yang fire was about to go out.

Sculpture?

Why does it feel like the statue is devouring my life?
[Spiritual Vision: 118.8 points]

His spiritual vision increased dramatically, and Yang He’s investment in the world of allusions had paid off.

"Try it!"

Yang He summoned the ghost hand, and then the pupil ghost attached to the palm of the ghost hand.

The ghost hand was blessed with a large amount of Yin energy and turned into more than two meters long. It pushed the carriage to the top of the mountain by itself.

The two ghosts did not look directly at the statue of Nuwa, which allowed them to avoid losing control.

"Not bad, I didn't expect Tonggui to be so comprehensive."

Yang He lacked the protection of the two ghosts, and relied on his corpse transformation to resist the influence of the Nuwa statue. He followed the carriage and continued to collect ghost corpses.

He tied up the sleeves and collar of his Taoist robe and used it as a cloth bag to pick things up.

"I'll die if I want to, I'll make enough money first!"

Before he knew it, Yang He was already carrying more than ten kilograms of various sexual objects.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of Wuguang Temple, the right eye of the Nuwa statue had already taken shape, and the old stonemason's hands were covered in blood and he was almost insane.

"Nuwa, you are the mother of mankind and the source of everything in the world..."

The old stonemason muttered to himself, like a fanatic sacrificing his life.

Yang He looked towards the Wuguang Temple and saw skinned corpses standing inside. The door to the main hall was already open and wailing was heard everywhere.

The living immortal sits on a lotus throne in the center of the main hall.

Two-thirds of the skin fell off, revealing the majestic body of the Buddha.

Yang He frowned.

The living immortal no longer avoided the sight and was only half a step away from the evil ghost.

Yang He could even see that the living immortal was calm and composed. He was not in a hurry to kill everyone. He wanted them to witness his becoming an immortal.

The immortal paused, and his head with twelve faces of various living beings turned.

Roar! ! !
The living immortal bared his sharp fangs the moment he saw the Nuwa statue, and then disappeared out of thin air, obviously sensing the threat posed by the Nuwa statue.

"Brother Yang, come quickly!"

Taoist Qingfeng stood in front of the main hall door and called out repeatedly.

If Yang He had hidden in the hall at this time, he would have most likely survived.

But he is indeed a little tired of living now. The long period of corpse state has caused him to lose a lot of his life span. The Taoist boy's hair has turned gray and his foundation has been damaged.

"You have to die once, otherwise how can you understand the rules of the resurrection of the regular characters?"

Yang He shook his head, took back the two ghosts and retreated half a meter away to wait for battle.

dong dong dong.

The old stonemason kept hammering, and the eyes of Nuwa became more and more lively.

(End of this chapter)