Mythology

Chapter 66 Huang Feihu with a Bull in His Body
Not long after Yang He left, an old man slowly walked out of the prison.

The old man was skin and bones, but he didn't look like a dying man. Instead, he looked like a hungry tiger that was ready to swallow its prey at any time.

He took off his armor, revealing scars of varying sizes.

In the blink of an eye, two bull horns seemed to be about to pierce the skin on the chest.

It’s as if... there’s a cow inside.

"King Wucheng." Zhou Ji stood aside respectfully and took the helmet and armor from the old man. The other soldiers didn't even dare to speak.

"Zhou Ji, who is he?"

Huang Feihu was intimidating without even getting angry, his eyes fixed on Yang He's back.

"This Taoist is a true disciple of Qianyuan Mountain. His name is Yang He. He is in charge of the four halls on the southwest side of Nuwa Palace. He helped suppress the Nuwa statue."

"It stinks like a corpse."

Huang Feihu spoke calmly, knocking on the iron door of the prison with his finger bones, "Taiyi Zhenren has received another Taoist child who is destined to become an immortal, but I heard that becoming an immortal through corpse transformation is an unorthodox method."

Mou～～

Two streams of white air spurted out of Huang Feihu's nose, and the horns on his chest gradually disappeared.

"Zhou Ji, how many statues are still missing from the temple on the southwest side of Yanghe?"

“Three.”

"It's just right. Let's hand over the three statues that we just suppressed to Yang He."

"But..." Zhou Ji said hesitantly, "The Nuwa statue at the bottom is very ferocious. Is there a possibility that it will get out of control?"

“It’s unclear whether it’s out of control or not, but only Yang He can keep it under control.”

Huang Feihu smiled and said, "If Yang He agrees, I will do him a favor and let him deal with the evil spirit remains in the prison from now on."

"Yes."

"Zhou Ji, I wonder how long the festival of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth can prolong the life of the Shang Dynasty?"

"My subordinates don't understand."

While Huang Feihu was speaking, Yang He belatedly looked back.

The two men made eye contact, Huang Feihu raised his head to signal, then put on his helmet and armor and left the prison, waiting for the arrival of the next batch of Nuwa statues.

.........

Yang He could feel that Huang Feihu was not simple. There was more than one ghost in the latter's body. The most terrifying one was naturally the tiger ghost. After all, there were thousands of soldiers serving as his accomplices and ghosts to die for him.

"After returning to the main world, we must take out the evil spirit in Old Man Yang's body."

While I was thinking, the black cat in my arms woke up.

Meow~~

The black cat stretched its limbs lazily.

There is no obvious change in appearance, except that the hair looks more shinier and the pupils have turned completely black without any other color.

【Cat Ghost】

[After a wild cat dies tragically, it turns into a cat ghost. It has a strong desire for revenge and can hide in the shadows of living people to absorb Yang energy. ]

The black cat has completely turned into a ghost and will have to fall into hell in the main world from now on. However, with Kuroko's cleverness, it won't be a problem for him to protect himself.

Yang He threw the black cat out, and the evil remains were thrown into its shadow.

The black cat showed no impatience and followed Yang He diligently into the Nuwa Palace.

Mingshan and Mingshui were very curious about the black cat, but the latter ignored the two Taoist boys and crawled under Yang He's feet to start accepting food from the pupil ghost.

"Junior Brother Qingfeng, do you know anything about Huang Feihu?"

Taoist Qingfeng nodded and said, "Huang Feihu has seven generations of loyal people, and his strength is very strong. He also has two brothers, Huang Feibao and Huang Feibiao, and his sister is the Queen of the West Palace of the King."

"kindness."

As far as Yang He remembers, Huang Feihu's family seemed to be on the list?

"Brother, be careful. There is another Grand Master Wen Zhong who is even more terrifying. He is a disciple of an immortal, and his grandmaster is the Taoist Master Tongtian." Of course Yang He had heard of this. As the festival approaches, they should all show up one by one.

"Are there any other immortal cave disciples under Yuanshi Tianzun in Chaoge?"

"There should be. They all come here for the illusory opportunities."

Taoist Qingfeng looked at Yang He with admiration. There were countless cultivators like him who only received the orthodox tradition from the side sects. Compared with them, Yang He was completely born divine.

Even though they knew that the chance of encountering the saint's arrival through festivals was slim, a large number of monks continued to rush to Chaoge.

Taoist Qingfeng was not jealous because Yang He was really in trouble!
Yang He mentioned the Five Ghosts Moving Things, but Taoist Qingfeng didn't recognize many of his fellow disciples, so he didn't investigate further for fear of alerting the enemy.

After they returned to Nuwa Palace, Taoist Qingfeng and his disciples began to arrange the four palaces.

Although the magic circle could not suppress the Nuwa statue, it could at least detect any problems and prevent craftsmen from accidentally entering the temple.

The four halls were arranged in a field shape, and Yang He stayed in the open space in the middle to make incense and candles.

"The remains of evil spirits are made into incense and candles. I'm afraid this is how Western Buddhism is practiced. The three religions, immortals and Buddhas, should all raise ghosts to cause trouble."

Yang He held the ghost bone in his palm, and the pupil ghost guided the Yin energy into it.

The ghost bones gradually weathered.

There are two types of incense refining methods recorded in the Miaowei Heavenly Eye of the Three Heavens. If you want to be more sophisticated, you must refine it bit by bit through the incense burner.

Yang He knew nothing about refining weapons, but Qianyuan Mountain must have a Taoist heritage.

Black smoke billowed, and the ghost bones turned into a sticky paste. It should have been put into an incense candle mold to shape it, but Yang He rolled it into long strips.

【Burning Eye Incense Candle】

[This is a Yin object used to cultivate the Three Heavens Mysterious Eyes. Because of its low quality, the smoke from the pupils will damage the eyesight. After taking it, the burning of Yang Fire will intensify. Long-term use will shorten the life span.]

Yang He only tasted it briefly. The incense and candles were more powerful than the randomly made tonic bars. His Yang Fire increased by 30%, but his body lost water quickly. If he was not careful, all his internal organs would be cooked.

"Hehehe, don't we have the recipe for the Third Generation Great Tonic Pill?"

"The bigger the disadvantages, the better. When fighting for your life before death, you need to be quick, accurate and ruthless. It doesn't matter if it damages your eyesight. After all, spiritual vision can eliminate related disadvantages."

Yang He lit the incense and candles, and thick green smoke came out.

He guided the green smoke to burn the pupil ghost, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain, as if sulfuric acid was dripping into his eyes. It hurt so much that his expression was distorted.

"Is the quality of the incense and candles I made too low? Why does it feel like torture?"

Fortunately, the fumigation was indeed effective, and the ghost pupil became tougher, but if the glass membrane was to grow, it would take a long time of fumigation.

"Well, it's easier to pretend to be dirty. As long as the organs are suitable, they can be refined."

[Spiritual Vision: 121.6 points]

As long as Yang He was in Nuwa Palace, his spiritual vision had been increasing, and now there was a sudden surge.

The noise started.

Yang He looked outside the hall and saw soldiers escorting three statues of the gods. Zhou Ji was personally in charge of escorting the Nuwa statue.

He had seen two of the statues before, the flaws being that they were missing limbs and had full pupils.

The statue of Nuwa in the lead is somewhat special.

The covering was not white cloth, but red silk used only for newlyweds.

Yang He’s ghostly pupils opened wide, and he saw a set of facial features that looked like a human or an animal inside the red silk, but they returned to normal after just half a breath.

"Send all the weird stuff to me." He walked towards him.

"Master Yang."

Zhou Ji clasped his fists and said, "This Nuwa statue is at risk of getting out of control no matter which temple it is in. It seems that only your immortal body can suppress it."

Yang He and Taoist Qingfeng looked at each other, and then Zhou Ji continued.

"If Taoist Priest Yang is willing, we will stay in the temple for three days after the statue is seated, and the evil corpses in the prison will also be handed over to Taoist Priest for disposal."

(End of this chapter)