Mythology

Chapter 56 I, Yang He, have the last laugh

"turn out to be……"

"I have already had my eye on the opportunity at the Five Lights Temple."

Yang He looked at the charred statue. Its hands, feet and body were twisted together. It really looked like a burning wick, even more weird than Taiyi Zhenren.

The grease crackled.

The more serious the injuries suffered by the dozen or so people, the stronger the aura of the charred statue became.

Yang He's scalp tingled. This was the first time he had seen such a Taoist tradition.

[Fire Ghost Path (Ascetic Monk)]

[Once mastered, the fire ghost will ignite the fire in his heart and turn his brain into lamp oil. However, he will be burned at the stake every ten days. If he cannot bear the pain of the burning, the fire ghost will burn out the lamp oil.]

"God is above!"

The old monk Ruzhen stabbed the dagger into his heart.

The Yang Fire became sluggish, but it caused the charred statue to burn even more vigorously.

He looked around at the ascetics who were traveling with him, "Next I will transform into a living immortal, and you must destroy all of them within one hour."

"Understood, Brother."

"When the saint comes, I will grant you a blessing!!"

The old monk's facial features were distorted, and he couldn't wait to take out the pill and swallow it into his throat.

The skin and flesh are petrifying bit by bit.

He seemed to have seen the scene of becoming an immortal.

Relying on the five senses blessed by spiritual vision, Yang He realized that the charred statue did not have a monopoly on the opportunity, but was instead given to an old ascetic monk. Could it be that Nuwa would bring some disaster?
Before he could investigate further, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his internal organs.

The burning punishment enveloped the Wuguang Temple, and all the living immortals were affected without exception.

Yang He discovered that although he was weak, he had a strong ability to withstand the torture of fire, and he could also transfer the burning through the Fire Accumulation Mantra.

As his mind moved, fine cracks began to spread on the surface of the Painted Skin Ghost.

The Painted Skin Ghost let out a silent scream.

"There is hope. It is indeed impossible for a situation where death is inevitable."

"No matter what troubles the festival may have, if you want to complete the story, you must face them head-on. Nuwa Tongzi is undoubtedly the best opportunity..."

Yang He looked excited, ignoring the hidden malice of the Painted Skin Ghost.

I'll just die in the world of anecdotes. I've already fallen to the level of a living immortal. Do I still have to be afraid of the evil spirits settling my grudges later? ! !

Kaka.

Some of the living immortals in the hall could not withstand the torture of fire and shattered into ashes.

When the outer shell of the living fairy turns to powder, the curled-up dried corpse inside can be seen, like larvae that have failed to break out of their cocoons and become butterflies.

Yang He couldn't help but feel horrified and quickly went into the cellar.

The cellar was actually not far from the ground. There were more than a dozen skinned corpses piled up inside, and in the corners there were fragments of the shed skins of living immortals.

"not good!"

The Painted Skin Ghost's third arm stretched out forcefully and grabbed the skin fragment.

The cracks immediately showed signs of healing.

"Okay, okay, let's try our best, eh? I'm really good at it!!!"

Yang He's expression was extremely ferocious. He was going to die anyway, so Tong Gui no longer suppressed his injuries, but instead took the initiative to intensify the power of the burning.

Whoever of the man and the ghost takes the initiative first will die.

"I'm not afraid of wearing shoes when I'm barefoot!"

Yang He grinned, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, his vitality becoming increasingly dim. He suppressed his fear with his ghost hand and smashed the Painted Skin Ghost madly.

In order to resist being burned at the stake, the Painted Skin Ghost's skin keeps growing and piling up.

.........

The ascetic monk faced the burning at the stake with ease and arrived at the South Hall in a moment.

Old Monk Ruzhen had already become a living immortal. His expression froze when he saw the open door of the South Hall, and the lotus throne in the main seat was empty.

"Brother, could it be that the living...living immortal woke up early?"

"Impossible, impossible." The old monk Ruzhen muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the wooden sign under the lotus throne for a long time, until he felt the burning torture getting more and more intense.

In the ascetic practice, torturing oneself brings endless pleasure.

The transformation of the old monk Ruzhen into a living immortal was considered giving up his cultivation. The torture of burning him made him feel so miserable that he wished he was dead. "Destroy the other living immortals first. The Heavenly Venerable said that the opportunity to become a saint is destined to be mine!"

"quick!!!"

The old monk Ruzhen's voice was hysterical, and there was deep fear in his eyes.

His skin is turning into a ghost.

Even if they have anticipated it, how many people can remain calm when faced with the process of the birth of evil and feeling the malicious intent of the Painted Skin Ghost who wants to eat them alive?
"Brother, we can deal with all the living immortals within half an hour."

The ascetic monk came before the living immortal and swung a long whip to hurt himself. Every scar would intensify the burning, and the living immortals were torn into pieces in large numbers.

As the old monk closed his eyes to rest, the fear had almost overwhelmed his mind.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but there were no intact living immortals in the four palaces, and the ascetic monk was covered in blood and was on the verge of death.

But from beginning to end, the hidden Yang He could not be found.

If this continues, even if the old monk Ruzhen can stand out, he will probably have no reason left and everyone will have to be buried in the temple.

boom.

The cellar entrance flew open.

The old monk Ruzhen gnashed his teeth and said, "Yang He is in there!!"

"Brother, something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary. Could it be..."

The ascetic could no longer stand, his clothes were soaked with blood, and the cellar was so deep that it seemed like the bloody mouth of a man-eating beast.

"God of Heaven, how dare you not help me become a disciple of the Saint?"

The old monk Ruzhen's limbs were already stiff, his grinning mouth was full of sharp teeth, and the painted skin ghost transformed from his skin began to take the lead, and the yang fire became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ascetic monk had no choice but to carry the old monk Ruzhen into the cellar.

A fishy stench filled the aisle, and there seemed to be a strange rustling sound at the end.

“Master…Senior Brother…”

The ascetic monk stood there in a daze, and a scene that subverted his cognition came into view. He saw layers of leather bags that almost filled the cellar.

The surface of the skin was covered with cracks, but there was no damage at all.

Ruzhen Old Monk's eyes widened, he couldn't imagine what kind of living immortal could cause such a strange phenomenon, no, he must not be allowed to live! !
"Kill him!"

"Brother, Yang He's condition is a little bit off. It's more like... he's possessed."

The old monk Ruzhen couldn't hold back his murderous intent, and inexplicably felt that his fellow disciples were unusually delicious, so he opened his upper and lower jaws and bit off the head of the person next to him.

"If he doesn't die, you will die."

"Brother, you...are crazy!"

The old monk Ruzhen did not reply, his brows full of threats.

The ascetic monk could feel that the old monk Ruzhen was almost out of control. While he stepped forward to perform self-injury and magic, he had already made preparations to escape from the Wuguang Temple.

boom.

The heat of the burning swept through the cellar.

The bloated skin began to disappear bit by bit.

"It's done!!"

The old monk Ruzhen was overjoyed. He stared at the skin image which gradually disappeared, and let the seriously injured ascetic monk help him out of the cellar.

"With sincere devotion, I made man out of clay, gave birth to all things, and established rites for marriage..."

He looked back and saw the statue of Nuwa suddenly appearing at the corner of the cellar, and everything around him seemed to be praising the saint's achievements.

"If you have really seen Goddess Nuwa, I will serve you wholeheartedly from now on."

As soon as the old monk Ruzhen finished speaking, his neck twisted 180 degrees and his life was cut off. He was surprised to notice a figure at the end of the cellar.

Yang He was leaning against the wall with bruises all over his body, holding the stone arm of the Painted Skin Ghost in his arms.

Laughing wildly.

(End of this chapter)