Mythology

Chapter 69 The story I have to tell with Daji (revised)
Taoist Wuxiang gnashed his teeth and said, "But forty years have passed, and I am still sitting on the elixir."

"My cultivation has not improved at all, and even started to decline as my life span was exhausted. You can probably imagine how desperate I feel every day, right?"

Mingshan and Mingshui's faces were pale, having been affected by Taoist Wuxiang.

Taoist Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Wuxiang, every drink and every bite is determined by fate."

"Ignorance."

Taoist Wuxiang kept cursing the injustice of God.

Zhou Ji interrupted, "You want to possess a body? How can an immortal body be possessed so easily? It's better to contact King Wucheng and seize the opportunity in front of you."

"Otherwise, it is very likely that all your plans will end up in failure."

A trace of struggle flashed in Wuxiang Taoist's eyes, "The five internal organs have been out of the body for a long time. If they are taken back, they will go astray. Besides, what can a mortal with flesh and blood comprehend when facing a saint?"

Zhou Ji did not try to persuade Taoist Wuxiang any further and turned his gaze towards the mural.

The paper figurine has begun to read out the speech, "The day is auspicious, the weather is fine, the clouds are filled with auspicious smoke, and the courtyard is filled with auspicious air..."

"I'm coming!"

“Immortal body!!!”

Taoist Wuxiang's eyes widened, as if he could already see himself becoming an immortal, and the five internal organs' ghosts let out sharp screams.

.........

Inside the mural.

Yang He sat at the head of the bed, looking at the festive decorations around him.

In the eyes of the clairvoyant, everything was made of paper, the bed was cold and damp, and there were only a few white candles that barely lit the room.

The word "Fu" has turned yellow and moldy, and has oozing with dirt that looks like blood.

"Oh shit."

"Sister Daji, I'm really not interested in you."

"Besides, I'm only eleven years old. I need to learn about the law protecting minors!!"

Yang He did not act rashly. After all, he was facing an evil ghost, and he could vaguely sense that the Five Ghost Monks were in the hall.

[Spiritual Vision: 189.4 points]

Yang He’s spiritual vision grew steadily, and his death was enough to pay for it.

"My dear~~"

His scalp tingled as he heard a charming whisper in his ears.

A graceful figure is reflected on the door, and you can see the red silk on her head. Her every move is very suggestive.

Yang He remained silent. Daji's figure was actually the fox's tail.

"Alas, it's a pity that even with psychic vision, it's hard to feast your eyes."

This was indeed the case. Nuwa was swinging in the air like a fox's tail, and the people at the main table only felt a foul stench coming towards them.

Yang He was like a turtle in a jar, and it seemed that he could only watch himself die.

"Nuwa, I have been an orphan since I was a child, and now I am only in the Xiantian realm. If you want my life, just take it away."

"My dear~~"

It seemed that Daji's intelligence had not yet been born. She just kept repeating "Langjun" and then couldn't wait to put her fox tail into the house.

Click.

The end of the tail opens like a flower stamen, with dense blood vessels emerging.

Yang He was out of breath and couldn't use any Yin energy when facing the evil ghost.

The paper figurine was still reciting the speech, but Daji could no longer hold back. The veins of her fox tail pierced into Yang He's brow, madly absorbing his Yang energy.

As Daji was digesting the Yang energy, the blood stains on her tail were fading away.

"My dear, hehe."

"If... you are not dead by dawn, I... I will let you go."

Daji's intelligence began to grow, but her behavior of absorbing yang energy became more and more intense, revealing her evil and greedy nature to the fullest.

Foxtail was wary of Yang He at first, but soon became unscrupulous.

"Daji seems to be a little afraid of me. Could it be that she is afraid of my immortal body?"

Yang He suppressed the two ghosts in his body.

He occasionally swallowed a mouthful of incense to ensure that the yang fire would not be extinguished immediately.

boom.

Another fox tail extends into the mural.

Yang He allowed the fox tail to continue piercing his forehead. His spiritual vision successfully reached 200 points, and the pupil ghost gained more blessings from the five senses.

He then noticed the five internal organs ghosts outside the mural ready to move. Yang He narrowed his eyes, took out the excessive amount of incense and candles with his stone arm, and swallowed them. The burning of the yang fire intensified, and Daji excitedly stretched out the third fox tail.

It can be seen that no matter how strong the Yang energy is, Yang He will die in half an incense stick of time.

"Hey hey hey."

Yang He grinned, then grabbed his heart with his ghost hand.

Cardiac arrest.

The yang fire suddenly went out.

Yang He fell into corpse form at the cost of the destruction of his own soul. His consciousness could return to the main world at any time, but he could no longer care about so much.

He was betting that neither Daji nor the Five Ghost Monks knew the truth about the corpse-reincarnation immortal body.

Daji looked puzzled. No matter how she looked at it, Yang He was dead. His corpse had protruding fangs and red hair growing all over his body.

She was afraid that Yang He was faking his death, so she didn't immediately retract her fox tail.

.........

Taoist Wuxiang was paying attention to Yang He the whole time and couldn't help showing excitement.

"Become an immortal!!!"

He knew that his chance to possess another's body had come. With a flick of his sleeves, the Yin energy in the paper man's body overflowed and a faint light shot up into the sky.

The reason for making such a fuss was to attract Huang Feihu's attention.

After all, one must prevent himself from being killed by the Nuwa statue after taking over another's body.

The hall fell silent, and the paper figurine stared at Taoist Wuxiang with a distorted face.

Taoist Qingfeng had a strange expression on his face, as if Yang He was voluntarily...going to die?
Mingshan also reacted and grabbed Mingshui and tried to stay away from Wuxiang Taoist.

"After you have an immortal body, becoming an immortal is just a simple matter."

Taoist Wuxiang confirmed that soldiers had arrived, so he abandoned his body and his soul turned into spiritual light and entered the mural together with the five internal ghosts.

“Immortal Body!!”

The five internal organs ghost came to the corpse using his hands and feet.

"As expected of an immortal body, his soul has been scattered but his body remains indestructible..."

The soul of Taoist Wuxiang attached itself to the body of the liver ghost, and not daring to delay any longer, the ghosts of the five internal organs all simultaneously drilled into the skin and flesh.

As long as he could replace Yang He's organs, he would have a 50 to 60 percent chance of taking over his body.

So what if most of the immortal body is damaged?
It’s better than what the naked eye can see!!
Taoist Wuxiang could feel that the five internal organs ghosts were about to take over Yang He's body, but then, a pair of eyes were staring at him with a teasing look.

now.

Yang He opened his eyes and the Yin Fire ignited.

"The Five Ghosts Moving must focus on one of the five internal organs. Compared to your liver ghost, the quality of the other four ghosts is simply terrible. What a pity."

His life was already in countdown, but he still refined the five internal organs ghosts without hesitation.

The red hair intensified and the body completely turned into a corpse.

Roar! !

Daji screamed in pain and looked up to the sky, and the corpse poison seeped into the fox tail through the blood vessels.

Yang He was thrown heavily and hit the ground with countless broken bones, but he still stared at the Five Internal Organs Ghost and tried his best to refine it.

The soul of Taoist Wuxiang became ethereal and repeated words of unwillingness.

"Impossible, aren't you already dead?!"

"Yeah, I just came back from reincarnation."

puff.

The fox tail flashed past, tearing Yang He's upper and lower body apart, and Daji went completely crazy.

Yang He grinned. A man and a ghost were both defeated by him. Wuxiang Taoist was doomed to die, but what about Daji? At least the Yang Qi that Daji absorbed was wasted.

Yang He's consciousness was scattered, but he was still refining the five internal organs ghosts before his death.

"The quality of your heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys is too poor. You might as well refine them into a liver ghost."

"Do not!!!"

After four muffled sounds, the [left liver lobe of the five internal organs liver ghost] was completely formed.

boom.

Yang He died again, and the Faceless Taoist's soul also flew away.

[Your character "Corpse Dao Tong" has died, and the role-playing story has ended]

(End of this chapter)