Mythology

Chapter 55: Flame 5 Light Buddha Arrives

Chapter 55: The Arrival of the Flame Five-Light Buddha

The moonlight is hazy.

A dozen hunched figures walked along the mountain road towards Wuguang Temple.

Because Madam Yin had already gone to Chaoge, the mountains were completely silent at this time, the fog had mostly dissipated, and all the evil spirits had disappeared.

When many figures arrived at the gate of the mountain, their appearance was exposed under the candlelight of the temple.

Their skin was pale, and a wax-like substance could be seen oozing from their faces. Their hair was tangled together like the wicks of a candle.

His clothes are somewhat similar to monk's robes, and his skin is withered and covered with scars.

"Brother Ruzhen, is this the opportunity that Tianzun mentioned?"

"Yes."

The old monk Ruzhen pointed to the main hall, only to see the door open and vaguely see the charred statue standing in the center, "The incarnation of the Heavenly Lord is inside."

With reverence on their faces, they clasped their hands together and bowed eleven times toward the statue.

The old monk Ruzhen continued, "I listen to the teachings of the Heavenly Venerable day and night. A saint may come to the Chaoge Festival in more than a month."

"saint?!!"

"Nuwa will come during the festival."

The old monk Ruzhen's eyes flashed with eagerness, and his breathing became heavy. "The Heavenly Lord allowed me to become the boy of the Nuwa statue, so that I can become a disciple of the saint and help you become immortals."

When everyone heard the words "become an immortal", they couldn't contain their enthusiasm.

"Brother Ruzhen, there should be virgins in the statue of Nuwa. I wonder if we can..."

"The virgin is someone else."

The old monk Ruzhen said in a deep voice: "The boy will be selected from the evil spirits in the temple, so we need to destroy all the living immortals as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I will call on the Heavenly Lord to suppress the evil spirits."

"Great kindness."

The old monk Ruzhen said hesitantly, "There is a living immortal in the South Hall. He should be the oldest living immortal. He can be traced back to a hundred years ago. He should have become an immortal long ago, but he has not made any progress yet."

"Just in case, our first priority is to destroy this living immortal."

"Great kindness."

"The immortal's name in his lifetime was Yang He. Don't let him turn into an evil spirit!"

More than a dozen people knelt in front of the mountain gate, staring at the charred statue in meditation.

.........

At the same time, in the South Hall.

Yang He regained consciousness, but the process was more difficult than ever before, as if he was having a long nightmare and it was difficult to wake up.

Then, he noticed the strange and inexplicable structure of the living fairy.

The living fairy is like an egg.

The egg white on the surface is the painted skin ghost, while the egg yolk on the inner layer is the real body of the living fairy.

The so-called becoming an immortal means that the living immortal will take over and devour the Painted Skin Ghost. When the Painted Skin Ghost is completely digested, the half-human, half-ghost living immortal will completely become an evil spirit and step on the evil ghost.

“Are you kidding me?!!”

Yang He discovered that the Painted Skin Ghost that trapped him was far more than an ordinary person. Even when he fell into a deep sleep, the oppressive feeling he brought was comparable to that of Madam Yin.

The corners of his mouth twitched and he curled up inside the Painted Skin Ghost's body.

Yang He's body is so skinny that he looks like a corpse, but he has developed an alternative symbiotic relationship with the Painted Skin Ghost.

The two ghosts were trembling with fear, especially Ghost Hand, which buried itself in Yang He's arms and lay motionless.

“The quality of your identity means that you will have a rich beginning, but it also means that you will be faced with many dangers.”

Yang He really couldn't think of any solution and could only wait for the Painted Skin Ghost to wake up, by which time his identity as a living immortal would become nothing more than nourishment.

"Let's just stay here for now. Maybe Goddess Nuwa will lend me a helping hand."

Yang He looked helpless, and the pupil ghost opened reluctantly between his eyebrows.

The current situation comes into view.

The living immortal transformed by Yang He was fixed to the main seat in the South Hall by rivets. His body was larger than that of the other living immortals. There was a wooden plaque under the throne with information engraved on it.

[Yang He, a temple priest, became a living immortal at the age of 21. He experienced 14,742 burnings and is now insane.] According to the burning once every ten days, the living immortal has existed for at least a hundred years.

Moreover, the wooden plaque is extremely old and the information is obviously outdated. It is very likely that this living immortal is nearly two hundred years old, which is creepy.

"Oh shit."

"I feel like I chose to become a living immortal just to serve as a snack for the Painted Skin Ghost."

Yang He noticed that the painted-skin ghost in the outer shell would deliberately imitate the living immortal in the body, with the same image of three eyes and three hands. The stone arm growing out of its chest could definitely be used to advance to a powerful ghost.

He settled for the next best thing. If he couldn't get Nuwa's chance, he would try to get the stone arm.

Sudden.

Chants could be heard from all directions, praising Nuwa.

"With all my heart, I bow my head and worship the Lord. I made man from clay, gave birth to all things, established marriage rites, multiplied the human race, created the Shenghuang, and entertained all living beings..."

Yang He frowned, feeling an irresistible jealousy.

It seems as if someone is repeating over and over again that only by getting rid of all the living immortals can one monopolize the kindness of Nuwa and escape from the sea of ​​suffering and become an immortal!

Even though Yang He was mentally prepared, he almost got caught up in it.

When he came to his senses, he saw that the Painted Skin Ghost showed signs of waking up due to the chanting, and was also ready to swallow him.

The surface of the living fairy stone gradually became active and the skin sac began to proliferate.

The ability to move will be restored in half a day at most.

Stimulated by jealousy, dozens of living immortals in the South Hall wanted to devour their own kind alive, and their gazes towards Yang He became more and more frequent. After all, the latter was most likely to enjoy Nuwa's love alone.

What's the point of selecting virgin boys and girls? I'm afraid they are just raising poisonous insects!!!
"Can I use the living immortal to eliminate the Painted Skin Ghost in the outer shell? No, my body is too fragile. I will die if I am not careful."

"We must find a place to hide first."

Staying in the South Palace would surely lead to death, so it would be better to try to slow down the time of the Painted Skin Ghost's awakening.

Although Yang He was unable to move, he could still stretch out his ghost hand.

The ghost hand trembled as it penetrated the Painted Skin Ghost, and then pulled out the rivets that were pierced into the limbs one by one.

The living immortal successfully broke free from the lotus throne and crawled out of the hall with his ghost hand.

Yang He remembered Miaoyin said that there was a cellar near the South Hall where waiters were imprisoned, so it was a good place to hide and see if he could take advantage of the situation.

The cold wind howled, mixed with a faint burnt smell.

It seemed to be drifting from the main hall.

Fear flashed in Yang He's eyes, and with the help of the pupil ghost, he quickly found the entrance and exit of the cellar. Because of the cover of grass and trees, even if someone passed by, it would be difficult to notice anything unusual.

boom.

The cellar door was opened and the smell of blood rushed into my mouth and nose.

Yang He was just about to get in when the pupil ghost suddenly gave a frantic warning.

[Spiritual Vision: 139.6 points]

The spiritual vision had been increasing relatively slowly, but suddenly it skyrocketed to nearly five points.

Yang He noticed that at the entrance of the mountain shrouded in fog, there were more than a dozen people committing self-harm.

They repeatedly cut his skin with red-hot daggers, shouting "Tian Zun" loudly.

Extremely thick black smoke overflowed from the doors and windows of the main hall.

The charred statue came to life.

Click.

Yang He was horrified when he saw the charred statue twisting its skull, but what was exposed was not the brain, but the almost overflowing...

kerosene.

The charred statue also had three eyes. The moment they opened, the temperature of the Five Lights Temple surged, as if the statue itself had turned into a wick.

"Wuguang Temple, Three Eyes, Buddhist Gate, Wick..."

Yang He vaguely remembered that in the Investiture of the Gods, the magic weapon of the Taoist Master Ran Deng, the glass lamp, seemed to transform into a Taoist who followed the Taoist Master Ran Deng to the West to become a Buddha after the Investiture of the Gods was concluded.

"It seems his common name is Ma, and his name is Huo...Flame Five-Light Buddha?"

(End of this chapter)

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