Mythology

Chapter 76 Don't Open Your Eyes
Huang Feihu also praised: "It has overturned my understanding of the immortal body. Maybe after the arrival of the saint, the immortal body can be further improved."

Wen Zhong said with a hint of regret: "It's a pity that he is a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun."

Huang Feihu didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the two religions, so he changed the subject intentionally. "The 107 statues of Nuwa have already been seated. The scale of this festival is unprecedented."

"Are you worried that after the Saint's arrival, the Great Merchants' Association will experience changes?"

"kindness."

"It will be fine. Our actions are in accordance with God's will."

The two men walked towards the main hall, and Zhou Ji hurriedly followed behind them carrying the coffin. They could see that the surrounding area within two or three hundred meters was full of densely packed piles of living people.

The living stakes have formed a magic circle and are also the center of the Nuwa Palace.

Wen Zhong's sleeves moved.

boom.

The pitch-black coffin landed in front of the main hall door, then the lid was opened, Yang He's body fell into the coffin, and then a surge of evil energy appeared.

With the nourishment of the coffin, the healing speed of the corpse is obviously accelerating.

Wen Zhong slapped his hands hard, and the coffin was already buried twenty to thirty meters underground. His immortal body made all the pillars in Nuwa Palace stable.

"Has the main hall been repaired?"

"kindness."

Wen Zhong looked towards the main hall door. The furnishings inside the hall were very strange. There were no decorations on the floor or walls, only three altars.

There are two altars, one large and two small.

There was actually a straw rope hanging from the beam above the main altar.

Everything else is understandable. The lack of decorations may be due to fear of violating taboos. Only the straw rope looks a bit abrupt, as if it were used for hanging.

Zhou Ji swallowed his saliva. He was responsible for finding the straw rope.

There was nothing special about the straw rope, except that it had been passed around several times among slaves and had been used to hang forty-five people in total.

It is hard to imagine why a straw rope is needed to face the Nuwa statue.

"Zhou Ji."

"The end will be here."

"Seal off the main hall completely. The statue of Nuwa will probably arrive soon. No one is allowed to approach the main hall before the festival begins."

As soon as Huang Feihu finished speaking, an inexplicable sound of chanting suddenly rang out.

"With all my heart, I bow my head and worship the Lord. I made man from clay, gave birth to all things, established marriage rites, multiplied the human race, created the Shenghuang, and entertained all living beings..."

The source was the previously empty main hall.

Along with the sound of chanting, a large number of craftsmen were seen desperately crowding towards the main hall, their faces flushed, calling out the name of Nuwa.

Zhou Ji's eyes turned red and he grabbed his right hand tightly.

He felt indescribable jealousy when he discovered that there were suddenly three more statues in the temple. The jealousy was due to his desire to monopolize Nuwa.

Clang.

Zhou Ji drew his sword and slashed straight at Wen Zhong.

"Go away!"

Huang Feihu flicked his hand and Zhou Ji flew a hundred meters away.

"This statue of Nuwa is more evil than in previous years. No, it's more spiritual." Wen Zhong's Qilin tattoo roamed all over his body, and his heart was ready to move.

Huang Feihu did not dare to hesitate and exhaled a breath of fresh air to activate the Shengzhuang.

The living stakes swept away the negative energy in the surroundings and at the same time isolated the main hall from the outside world. Otherwise, thousands or even tens of thousands of people would go crazy overnight.

Wen Zhong frowned and glanced at the three altars through the window of the main hall.

In the center is the statue of Nuwa, whose expression is filled with the deep love of a loving mother. No matter from which angle you look at it, you feel as if she is looking at you.

The statue of the Virgin is on the right altar. The stone is like jade and it radiates light.

The statue of the boy is on the left altar. Compared with the other two statues, it looks ordinary. Although its skin is made of rock, it is full of vitality.

Wen Zhong stared at the boy's portrait for a long time, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

Huang Feihu could not help but ask, "How is the Grand Master?" "The depth of the statue of the girl is unclear. It won't be a problem for her to hold on until the saint comes. But the statue of the boy looks like a ghost but not a ghost, like a human but not a human. There is still a trace of life left. To be honest..."

"I'm afraid I'll die tonight."

Huang Feihu said in a deep voice: "Once the statue of the boy is damaged, it must be replaced immediately."

Wen Zhong stroked his beard gently, "I will inform the independent cultivators in the city. Their cultivation is not high, but they are good enough to select a few statues of young boys."

"Will they be willing to die?"

Huang Feihu said in a deep voice: "Throughout the history, no one who has been able to become a disciple of Nuwa has lived long. Ten years, no, I'm afraid they may not even live five years."

"Many of the independent cultivators have already exhausted their life span. Compared to dying from burning out their yang fire, at least they can gamble on the possibility of becoming an immortal."

Wen Zhong shook his head and said, "But it is inevitable that it will cause chaos. I have something to do and will be in seclusion for a while. It will all be up to King Wucheng to take charge."

"It doesn't matter."

Huang Feihu glanced at the corner where Yang He's coffin was.

If Yang He becomes a disciple of a saint, he may very likely be an exception. However, given Taiyi Zhenren's degree of protection, he will probably be very angry.

The two men confirmed that there were no omissions in the living piles and then left the main hall.

Not long after, some soldiers sealed the main hall with wooden boards, leaving not even a gap, and the inside was suddenly plunged into darkness.

.........

After Yang He woke up, he looked around the pitch-dark main hall.

The statue of Nuwa and the fairy Guanghan both have their eyes closed.

He only felt his joints slightly stiff, then he left the altar, went to the door and windows to look out, and realized that Huang Feihu was guarding not far away.

"What do you mean you will definitely die tonight? Brother Wen Zhong, please at least explain clearly what is going to happen tonight?!!"

The only thing Yang He could be thankful for was that the jealous influence of the Nuwa statue had been greatly reduced.

He suppressed all distracting thoughts and communicated with the two ghosts. The two ghosts felt a little uncomfortable. The Living Buddha's physique could accommodate Yin organs, but it was not suitable for ghosts.

It can be said that there are restrictions everywhere.

"If it doesn't work, just change your identity. There's no need to worry too much about the Living Buddha."

Yang He walked slowly to the statue of Guanghan Fairy.

"Senior sister!"

"Sister!!"

Yang He called out repeatedly, but Fairy Guanghan remained motionless.

Suddenly, the message from Fairy Guanghan rang in his mind, "Hurry back to the altar, and don't leave for the next ten days!"

There was a hint of fear in Fairy Guanghan's voice, "Be careful not to upset the Queen."

Yang He opened his pupils, and although he didn't notice anything unusual, cold sweat unconsciously soaked his clothes, and his breathing became heavy instinctively.

He was in no hurry to return, "Sister, how can I survive tonight?"

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, and act no evil."

"Quick! Go back to the altar!!!"

Yang He felt inexplicably panicked. The hall was obviously extremely empty, but it seemed as if an indescribable monster would appear at any time.

He quickly climbed onto the altar and sat cross-legged without moving.

"Remember, ignore any voices from the outside world."

Yang He's scalp felt numb and he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.

The half-human, half-ghost living Buddha does not need to eat, and does not suffer from joint pain when maintaining the same posture, but the strong feeling of suffocation makes him feel like every day is a year.

Yang He had nothing else to do, so he simply deduced two methods of raising ghosts.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The silence was broken, and there was a clattering sound coming from the main altar, like the sound of rocks breaking, as if...

It was as if something broke out of the Nuwa statue.

(End of this chapter)