Mythology

Chapter 52 Nuwa's Opportunity

Under normal circumstances, it takes at least two days for the immortal body to drain out its lifespan.

Yang He felt that Nuwa seemed to be absorbing his own life span invisibly. Even if he survived, the Taoist boy would probably not make any progress in his cultivation.

So I must die!

But it’s a worthy death!

Yang He stared at the old stonemason, and the pupil ghost attached himself to his ghost hand again.

He threw the copper coin sword, and the ghost hand grasped the hilt. The extremely strong yin energy made the copper coin stained with blood red, and the sword body was covered with pupils.

"Immortal!"

A bloody wind suddenly rose up.

The living fairy was too fast, even Yang He couldn't catch it.

But Yang He knew that the living immortal’s target must be the old stonemason. If the living immortal could not break the eye of the Nuwa statue, all his efforts would fail.

The living immortal appeared at the gate of the mountain, with his hands clasped together and a compassionate look on his face.

The old stonemason was already emaciated, with the only remaining yang energy in his body barely visible. He was only able to survive because of his faith, and the statue's left eye was beginning to take shape.

"Immortal!"

The upper and lower jaws of the living immortal opened half a meter, and the sound of chanting could be heard from its dark mouth.

"If I let it peel off forty-nine human skins, wouldn't it be possible to become a Buddha right away?"

Yang He cursed inwardly a few times, and just as the living immortal was about to eat the old stonemason alive, the copper coin sword slashed across the living immortal's ankle as expected.

Perhaps the copper coin sword could not hurt the body of the living immortal after it shed its skin, but the bloated skin did not pose any hindrance and passed through it directly.

A large piece of flesh fell off.

The living immortal howled to the sky and tore the old stonemason to pieces with its sharp teeth.

Yang He sheathed his flesh and blood, but the expected death did not come. The living immortal ignored the Taoist boy who attacked him, and instead was clearing out the ghosts.

As soon as the chisel fell, the headless ghost picked it up and continued carving the eyes.

The statue of Nuwa possesses an indescribable demonic nature. As long as one's will is shaken, both humans and ghosts will worship her as their mother.

Many pilgrims wanted to rush out of the main hall, so Taoist Qingfeng quickly closed the door.

Yang He's scalp felt numb.

He was extremely calm after turning into a corpse, but he still had the urge to go forward and look for Diao Yan. His parents who raised him in his previous life flashed through his mind.

In the early morning, raindrops hung on the surface of the Nuwa statue, and dewdrops dripped from her face.

It was as if Nuwa was crying.

Nuwa's left eye was indeed only a millimeter away from being completely completed.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't understand what the Nuwa statue was, since it was related to the subsequent plot of the Stone Ghost, his help might be helpful in completing the allusion.

and……

He had a vague feeling that the eagle eye might have unknown benefits.

Yang He no longer hesitated and walked quickly to the statue. It was not his style to be timid in the world of allusions.

Whoosh.

The living immortal stood behind Yang He, grabbed his neck with both arms and turned it 180 degrees.

"I'll use myself as bait, what can you use to fight me?!!"

Yang He vomited blood, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The ghost hand had already snatched the chisel and, guided by some unknown force, smashed it into the left eye of the Nuwa statue, adding the finishing touch and making the eye appear lively.

The living immortal froze in place.

The statue of Nuwa suddenly disappeared, and all the ghosts died suddenly.

Click click click.

There were countless cracks all over the living immortal's body, and blood was overflowing. Yang He could clearly see that the statue of Nuwa was already inside the living immortal's body.

There was a muffled sound.

The statue of Nuwa broke out of the body and then disappeared into the depths of the Wuguang Temple in the blink of an eye.

After a long time, until the thick fog dissipated, Taoist Qingfeng pushed open the door of the main hall and noticed Yang He lying on the ground motionless.

"Brother!!"

"Master!!!"

Ming Shan Ming Shui burst into tears, and Li Feng bowed his head in silence with a sad face. Not many pilgrims were killed or injured. After realizing that Yang He sacrificed himself to save their lives, they asked Taoist Master Qingfeng the name of his immortal master.

After returning home, he wanted to set up a longevity monument to worship it.

Taoist Qingfeng burst into tears, muttering that it was all his junior brother's fault for being useless.

"Breeze."

"what?"

Yang He opened his eyes and looked at Taoist Qingfeng jokingly.

"Brother Yang, you are not dead?"

"You're still halfway there. I'll kill you if I ask you a few more questions."

Taoist Qingfeng was stunned. Mingshan said in horror, "Uncle Master, are you ready to turn into an evil spirit to bring disaster to the world?"

"fart!"

"I am a man of high moral character. Am I willing to become an evil spirit?"

Yang He felt his vitality slipping away, shook his head and said, "Qingfeng, the statue of Nuwa should be consecrated, right? What will happen next?"

Taoist Qingfeng looked around and quickly found an old temple priest.

The old temple priest trembled and said, "Master, I only know that the Nuwa statue was consecrated by living immortals in previous years. Once the Nuwa statue is consecrated, living beings will temporarily reside in the Wuguang Temple."

"What are you going to do in Wuguang Temple?"

Taoist Qingfeng looked at Yang He who was about to die and said, "Speak!"

"The Wuguang Temple usually closes the mountain for about fifteen days, allowing the Nuwa statue to select a pair of boys and girls from the existing living immortals."

Yang He curiously asked: "What is the use of virgin boys and girls?"

"I... I'm not sure either. Miaoyin mentioned that she would practice with Nuwa, which might be related to the celebration of Nuwa's birthday."

Yang He licked his cracked lips and thought of the green character he had refreshed.

[Living Immortal (Green): You have been a monk in Wuguang Temple for many years and took the initiative to accept the baptism of burning. Your body is dead, but your soul is trapped in the body of a living immortal. ]

Regardless of whether the story can be completed, there must be a chance for the living immortal to exist.

"What about the other 107 statues of Nuwa?"

"I don't know, Immortal Master. I have never left the temple in my life. Other Nuwa statues should not have been consecrated by the Wuguang Temple."

The old temple keeper was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly, but Taoist Qingfeng seemed to be thinking about something.

"Brother Yang, I heard a rumor."

"Nuwa is half human and half evil, so the most flawless Nuwa statue represents the human side, while the other Nuwa statues have more or less flaws, representing the evil side."

Taoist Qingfeng leaned close to Yang He's ear and whispered, "Festivals are not only about offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, but also to ghosts and gods."

Yang He's face turned red, and he would have almost cursed out loud if the statue of Nuwa hadn't been right there in the Wuguang Temple.

The statue of Nuwa, who represents humans, is already so weird. Damn, how terrifying is the statue of Nuwa, who represents evil?

puff.

Yang He's qi and blood attacked his heart, and his breathing became weak.

"Senior brother..."

"You must listen to the following words."

"First of all, I am not dead. You can use the dark wood to build a coffin and take me to Chaoge. As for when I will come back to life..."

"It depends on my mood."

[Your character "Corpse Dao Tong" has died, and the role-playing story has ended]

Yang He died just after he finished speaking, and the master and his two disciples looked at each other in surprise.

Mingshui chuckled, and then was slapped by Taoist Qingfeng. "The Five Lights Temple is filled with extremely yin energy, so there must be some dark wood there. Mingshui, you are responsible for searching all over the mountain for me."

"Yes, Master."

Mingshui pouted in grievance, feeling that his uncle-master was truly a wonderful person.

With the help of officers and soldiers, the dark wood coffins were quickly completed. At the same time, they helped the pilgrims to make more than a dozen coffins and then set off for Chaoge.

The surviving temple priests did not dare to stay, and the Wuguang Temple was now empty.

　Lin Luo traveled to a strange world full of weird things and survived in a weird medical clinic for two years.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)