Mythology

Chapter 61 The more flaws, the more human
Yang He was a little surprised. If he agreed, wouldn’t he be fighting for his own opportunity?

Taiyi Zhenren stroked his beard gently, "Nuwa has come to Chaoge. My disciple, don't you want to become a disciple of the saint and seek immortality?"

Yang He just felt that there was something else behind Taiyi Zhenren's words, as if he was deliberately attacking him.

"After seeing the statue of Nuwa, I realized that this opportunity is not something that ordinary people can get their hands on. I feel that a saint... cannot be looked at directly."

He glanced at the statue of Nuwa on the altar. Although the cracks on the statue were no longer noticeable, the flaws were still shocking.

Moreover, the cracks have begun to spread, and the altar has become full of ravines.

As if she had sensed Yang He's prying, Nuwa's eyes moved, and scarlet blood was wriggling in the cracks, as if she was about to break free in the next moment.

Yang He's scalp felt numb.

Logically speaking, if everyone was flocking there, Wuguang Temple would have become a place where various forces were fighting overtly and covertly, and in the end, it would not be the turn of an old and frail ascetic monk.

"Not greedy or impatient, with a firm heart, you may be able to transform your corpse into an immortal in the future."

Taiyi Zhenren looked pleased and walked out of the temple first.

"That's fine. Being a saint is definitely not something you, my disciple, can handle."

Yang He thought to himself that as expected, Taiyi Zhenren probably didn't want him to intervene rashly, so he deliberately pointed out the pros and cons.

The two came to the corridor outside the hall.

The night was dark, the moonlight could not penetrate at all, and a huge amount of negative energy gathered between the clouds.

Yang He turned around and winked, and the black cat jumped out from the corner.

The black cat was not injured by the Nuwa statue, only its fur was messy. Then it picked up the two broken fingers of the statue and crawled under Yang He's feet.

"Disciple, have you seen any evil spirits appearing since you entered Chaoge?"

"Not really."

Yang He complained in his heart that he was beaten to death as soon as he arrived in Chaoge, so he had no time to visit.

The pupil ghost opened his eyes and found that Chaoge was filled with gloomy energy. At first glance, it looked like hell on earth, and the cold wind was filled with wailing.

Come to think of it, the birth, aging, sickness and death of nearly a million people alone is enough to allow ghosts to run rampant.

Not to mention that slavery was prevalent in the Shang Dynasty. There were at least 200,000 or 300,000 slaves in Chaoge. Now, with the large-scale construction, more than a thousand people would die every day.

In the world of allusions, there are no eighteen levels of hell separating humans and ghosts.

Logically speaking, Chaoge should have been full of evil spirits and monsters.

Taiyi Zhenren took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to Yang He. "The reason why saints are saints is not only because they have great merits, but also because they bear the resentment of people after their death."

"The saints bear the resentment of the world, making all related things full of spirituality. Not to mention ordinary people, even immortals are afraid of being implicated."

Taiyi Zhenren stopped at that point, and Yang He realized that Nuwa's true form was even more evil.

Staring directly at it for a long time may affect the main world.

hiss……

Can he continue to play the role of Living Buddha?
Yang He was having a headache, as the conditions for completing the story of the Ghost in the Stone were still unknown. The Living Buddha was most likely to get in touch with the key to the festival, while the corpse boy could only play a supporting role and fell into a passive position.

Forget it, let's take a step by step.

With Taiyi Zhenren around, no matter how bad one is, one can still inherit the Taoist tradition.

Yang He glanced at the medicine bottle given to him by his cheap master, which contained seven pills in total.

【Blood-activating Pill】

[After taking it, it will help increase Yang fire, dredge blood vessels and meridians to suppress injuries. Long-term use will increase the burden on organs and shorten Yang lifespan. ]

Yang He swallowed a blood-activating pill, and his originally dry and shrunken blood vessels recovered little by little.

He threw the medicine bottle to the black cat. It was indeed convenient to have a storage bag. Otherwise, if he carried it with him, the medicine bottle would be destroyed if he was not careful.

"Hey hey hey."

Taiyi Zhenren glanced at the black cat and said, "I remember that there are methods for spiritual beasts to practice cultivation in Qianyuan Mountain. My disciple, when you have time, you can go back to Jinguan Cave and take a look to see which corner they are in." Yang He nodded in agreement. It wouldn't be long before he could go to Qianyuan Mountain with his permanent character. As an immortal cave, the resources must be extremely rich.

"You don't know how to be gentle. Although the corpse-reincarnation immortal body can make the body immortal, you must not really treat yourself as a corpse."

"Disciple understands."

Taiyi Zhenren kept muttering to himself and then came to the nearest temple.

The construction of Nuwa Palace is nearing completion, with palaces scattered throughout the area. Right in front of the main palace, you can see a large altar that is more than a kilometer long.

Yang He was in the side hall, but the yin energy was already very strong.

"Master, why do we at Qianyuan Mountain participate in the celebration of the birthday of Nuwa?"

"The Nuwa Palace has seventy-two halls, housing one hundred and seven statues. Qianyuan Mountain only needs to take care of three halls and five statues."

Yang He had a vague sense that something was wrong and felt that Taiyi Zhenren was preparing to become a hands-off boss.

"Master, you..."

"I came to Chaoge because of Madam Yin. The fetus in your womb is my master and disciple, and he is also your brother."

Yang He pretended to be surprised, and Taiyi Zhenren smiled slightly.

"This matter is related to your past life, and it stems from the yin and yang sides of the treasure Lingzhuzi."

After the panel changed the background of the permanent character "Corpse Taoist Child", Taiyi Zhenren seemed to have adapted to it and had no doubts at all.

"Disciple, the seniority of the third son of the Li family has already been determined. You should call him Senior Brother."

Taiyi Zhenren did not go into details, but it was definitely related to the arrangements of the Chan Sect. Yang He’s corpse Taoist boy could only be considered a bonus for now.

"On the other hand, it is to visualize the true appearance of the saint."

"Master, didn't you say that we shouldn't look directly at a saint?"

"My teacher is different from you."

Taiyi Zhenren said with a half-smile: "My disciple, you have relied on the eagle eye and received the blessing of the Nuwa statue. Hehe, although it is difficult for corpse immortals to become immortals, cultivation can achieve success naturally."

"I didn't think too much about it at the time, for fear that the living immortal would hurt my brother."

Taiyi Zhenren pushed open the door of the next door palace.

"Just like the Eagle Eye, if you take good care of the five statues and ensure that nothing goes wrong, you will get a chance. What you comprehend depends on your luck and understanding."

"Thank you, Master."

Yang He could only endure it and hope that Taiyi Zhenren would not kill him.

Meow!
The black cat hissed sharply.

Yang He noticed something weird inside the hall; everything around him seemed distorted.

Both the floor tiles and the patterns on the murals appear distorted, making one feel dizzy.

The source is the flawed statue of Nuwa on the central altar.

The structure of this Nuwa statue is extremely strange, with its limbs tangled together and its facial features reversed. It can no longer be simply described as a "flaw".

Taiyi Zhenren laughed strangely, "Four of the five statues are slightly flawed statues of Nuwa. Don't worry, my disciple, they are not as good as evil spirits."

Minor flaw?

Yang He was amazed. The two statues of Nuwa he had seen so far were almost unrecognizable in their original appearance, but it turned out to be just a minor flaw?
"Hahaha, we have only placed two Nuwa statues now. The rest will be delivered within ten days. I will let Qingfeng assist you."

"Master, what exactly is considered a serious flaw?"

“The more flaws, the more human they are.”

Yang He took a deep breath. Why could the spiritual power of a saint create such evil?
It is hard to imagine the true appearance of the saint who descended on the festival day.

(End of this chapter)