Mythology

Chapter 68: Walking Alone on the Immortal Road
"Hee hee hee."

The paper figurine let out a creepy laugh, its makeup transformed into a fox mask resembling that of a Peking Opera, and it said in a shrill voice: "Qianyuan Mountain Taoist Qingfeng, please come in, and have a feast at the main table~~"

"How dare you, evil creature!!"

Taoist Qingfeng took out the talisman, lit it, and it turned into spiritual light that fell on the paper figure.

The paper man combusted without fire and turned into ashes amid hysterical wails.

The wailing caused the other paper figures to laugh in mockery.

Taoist Qingfeng had a solemn look on his face. He saw paper figures coming out from the cracks in the window, and there were paper figures with brightly made-up everywhere around him.

"Please come inside Qianyuan Mountain and Mingshan Water, and have a feast at the main table~~"

"not good."

Taoist Qingfeng was just about to protect his disciples when two paper men wrapped them up, and then a horrifying scene appeared.

Click click click.

There was a sound of bones colliding, and the bright mountains and clear waters began to dry up little by little.

The bones disappeared, the flesh and blood atrophied, and the human skin was tightly attached to a thin layer. Before Taoist Qingfeng could take action, the two Taoist children had already become paper figures.

"Master!"

The bright mountains and rivers sank into the palace, and groups of paper people began to indiscriminately attack living people, and the soldiers were gradually turned into human-skin paper people.

"The life stake has not lost its effect. The loss of control of the Nuwa statue is limited to the four halls. We must inform General Huang as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Taoist Qingfeng knew that the message had to be passed on, so he opened his mouth and spit out the paper birds hidden in his stomach and intestines, which rushed to the main hall.

As long as Huang Feihu noticed something unusual, they would be able to escape if they held on for a while.

"kindness?"

Taoist Qingfeng's pupils shrank slightly when he saw an extra figure outside the Fourth Hall.

The figure was a Taoist in his fifties or sixties, who was staring at him with a distorted expression, coughing continuously, with blood flowing out of his mouth.

"Yang He, you have been spotted by the Nuwa statue, and you are destined to suffer this disaster!"

"Finally I have seized the opportunity. I will take away your chance!!"

vomit……

The Taoist priest began to dry heave, and then the five ghosts of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys emerged from his throat.

Compared with other organs, the liver ghost has an extremely weak aura and is obviously smaller in size. It should have been reborn after being damaged.

dong dong dong.

The evil in his heart continued to swell, and all the paper birds released by Taoist Qingfeng fell to the ground.

"The Five Ghosts are carrying the statue. He is a disciple of the Chan Sect. He has reached the realm of sitting on the elixir (evil ghost). Could it be that this person caused the Nuwa statue to lose control?"

Taoist Qingfeng remembered that Yang He mentioned the Five Ghost Monks.

But if you think about it carefully, it is not realistic. A severely injured Zuodan realm cultivator cannot possibly affect the Nuwa statue, which is equivalent to a demon.

The Taoist glanced at Taoist Qingfeng with contempt, and then disappeared into the area of ​​the four palaces.

Taoist Qingfeng was about to step forward to stop it when the sharp whispering of the paper mannequin sounded in his ears again, and the strange and piercing laughter became more and more intense.

"Don't be reckless on a big day!"

"Qianyuan Mountain Taoist Qingfeng, please come in, and have a feast at the main table~~"

Taoist Qingfeng felt like he was struck by lightning. His flesh, blood, and bones shrank under the heavy burden. In just a few breaths, he was reduced to a paper man, unable to display his cultivation skills.

Wherever he looked, he saw paper figures with brightly painted faces.

"Please~~"

The wind blows.

A dozen paper figures carried Taoist Qingfeng to the temple.

When Taoist Qingfeng came to his senses, he was already inside the hall, in the room with the Nuwa statue that had the most serious flaws.

Fiery red silk hung from the beams, its color particularly eye-catching in the dim candlelight. Lanterns hung along the walls, painted with patterns of mandarin ducks, peonies, etc., but they became distorted and hideous in the flow of light and shadow.

The statue of Nuwa was still on the altar in her wedding dress, with her nine fox tails swaying slightly.

There were seven or eight tables and chairs filled with paper dolls as guests. Their pale faces outlined their facial features, which were intertwined with each other, making people feel creepy.

Mingshan Mingshui and Zhou Ji were already sitting at the main table near the statue of Nuwa.

The three of them felt uneasy. Taoist Qingfeng was about to speak when he noticed Zhou Ji shaking his head with a gloomy expression, signaling him to act according to the circumstances.

"I don't know if my brother escaped."

Taoist Qingfeng smiled helplessly, having a bad feeling that the groom might be Yang He who had lost his trace earlier.

If Yang He is of no use, they will probably be in danger tonight.

At this moment.

A paper figure shouted, "Please come in, Taoist Wuxiang from Wulong Mountain. Feast at the main table~~"

Zhou Ji couldn't help but ask, "Wulong Mountain belongs to the Chan Sect, right? Who is the Taoist Wuxiang?"

"I don't know."

Taoist Qingfeng remembered that Wulong Mountain was the dojo of Manjusri Bodhisattva, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, and Taoist Wuxiang was most likely a registered disciple.

The paper figure slowly floated into the hall, it was the Five Ghost Monks.

Taoist Wuxiang was different from them. He was obviously prepared. The Five Internal Organs Ghost wore a genital vest to conceal his breath and disappeared quietly into the darkness.

Zhou Ji saw Taoist Wuxiang sitting next to him.

"Master Wuxiang, you are a foreign immortal master, right? If you can tell King Wucheng about the situation here, you can get a chance to face the saint directly."

Taoist Wuxiang smiled but said nothing, while the five internal organs ghosts started whispering in the corner.

No matter how Zhou Ji threatened or tempted him, Taoist Wuxiang had no intention of responding. He just sat at the main table waiting for the banquet to begin.

Taoist Qingfeng couldn't help but speak up: "Wuxiang, why are you targeting Senior Brother Yang? What is your purpose? How dare you target the immortal's disciples?"

"Immortal disciple?"

Taoist Wuxiang repeated this over and over again, his expression becoming extremely gloomy.

"Why am I a mortal? Why is Yang He born with an immortal body? The Twelve Golden Immortals accepted him as a disciple. The chance of a saint descending is within reach. What do you think my purpose is?!"

Taoist Wuxiang had a distorted expression, and the hatred in his eyes was even worse than that of evil spirits.

"Why can't I be Yang He?"

Taoist Qingfeng's pupils trembled, "If Immortal Taiyi knows about this, he will definitely not let you go, so think twice before you act!"

"Every move I make is in accordance with the rules of Chanjiao."

As Taoist Wuxiang was speaking, the Five Organ Ghosts lifted the red cloth covering the mural.

A strange mural came into everyone's eyes. It was not the previous picture of Nuwa creating humans, but a lifelike wedding room.

The lines outline a man.

Yang He sat at the head of the bed in the mural, wearing a bright red dress, and then paced back and forth sighing, as if he could not escape from the mural.

Taoist Wuxiang said excitedly: "Did you know? All the statues of Nuwa are carved by stone ghosts."

"The lonely ghosts who died in the wild mountains merged into the mountains, including humans and animals. After a long time, they would form stone ghosts."

"For the stone ghosts, the festival of Nuwa is also an opportunity. Evil spirits can also become disciples of the saints, but they must absorb enough yang fire to give birth to souls."

Taoist Wu Xiang became more and more excited as he spoke, "Yang He's Yang Fire is extremely strong. Now that he has been targeted by the Nuwa statue, he is doomed to die!"

He stared at Taoist Qingfeng and said word by word: "Yang He did not die because of me. I only want the corpse of the natural immortal body. Even Taiyi Immortal Venerable has no reason to attack me."

"You are so crazy!!!"

Taoist Qingfeng said: "You and I are both disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan Sect..."

"The immortal road is a solitary one. No wonder you are only innate, while I was sitting on the elixir forty years ago."

(End of this chapter)