Mythology

Chapter 83 The Saint's Coming, Like Hell on Earth

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Taiyi Zhenren seemed unscrupulous. He stretched out his strong arms from his chest and directly dug a half-meter deep pit outside the main hall.

He pulled out the Pure Yin Coffin, and the courtyard wall tilted along with it.

When the soldiers heard the noise and rushed over, Huang Ming hurried to stop them.

Huang Ming did not recognize Taiyi Zhenren, but when he heard the latter call Yang He as his disciple, he naturally realized that he was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Master Taiyi lifted the cover, and thick smoke and dust filled the air.

"Master..."

Yang He came to his senses and quickly stood up when he saw Taiyi Zhenren.

After looking Yang He up and down, Taiyi Zhenren realized that his life span was coming to an end. "My disciple, what kind of evil magic have you been practicing to reduce your life span to only two and a half years?"

"That... three-headed and six-armed Dharmakāya, Master, longevity is no problem for me."

As Yang He spoke, he summoned a ghost body. The vertical eye between the ghost body's eyebrows was extremely mysterious.

Taiyi Zhenren was amazed when he saw this.

"Some things have been discovered by chance, but they have their pros and cons. Disciple, if you want to complete your three-headed, six-armed Dharma body, you must cultivate your magical powers as well."

“But when there are too many magical powers, backlash is inevitable, leading to the end of the great path.”

The supernatural power refers to the ghost. Yang He’s ghost body does need to continue to accommodate the ghost, but after all, the ghost is fed with flesh and blood, which makes him hesitant.

Yang He was full of energy, thinking to himself that he was worthy of being called Taiyi Zhenren, as he could see through the difficulties in his practice at a glance and seemed to have a solution.

He crawled out of the coffin and let the black cat take away his genitals.

"Master, please tell me."

"My disciple, the answer is right in front of you."

Yang He looked around and his eyes fell on the statue of Nuwa in the main hall. "Can the chance of the saint's coming allow me to make up for the shortcomings of my practice?"

"nature."

Taiyi Zhenren tied up his hair and said, "Let's go, the festival entrance will not start until later today. If you continue to sleep, it will be rude to Nuwa."

He flicked his sleeves, and the deep pit on the ground disappeared, and the pile returned to normal. Huang Ming, who was watching, felt relieved after seeing this.

"Master, isn't there still three days until Nuwa's birthday?"

Taiyi Zhenren smiled and said, "Do you think the festival starts when the saint arrives? We need to remain calm and wait for the saint in Nuwa Palace three days in advance."

Yang He laughed awkwardly a few times, it seemed that he almost overslept.

Yep.

But it’s actually not bad to think about it.

Isn’t the location where the coffin is buried the best VIP viewing platform?

Taiyi Zhenren walked out of the hall on his own, and Yang He and Huang Ming nodded in response.

The master and disciple quickly left Nuwa Palace one after the other.

"As the saint approaches, strange phenomena are happening in Chaoge."

Taiyi Zhenren stopped at the door and said in a strange tone: "My disciple, you are born with spiritual eyes, you should be able to see the difference in Chaoge at this time."

Yang He stepped onto the street one step behind.

A cold wind blew in his face, and the scene before him made him shudder.

Yang He stood there in a daze, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment. He even wondered if he was dreaming. His cognition was completely overturned.

Chaoge is now a place where ghosts are everywhere and demons are running rampant.

thump.

A dried-up ghost foot more than two meters long fell heavily, and a giant evil ghost shaped like a stick insect shuttled between the buildings, hissing constantly.

Dozens of heads rolled through the crowded alleys.

The local dog, with only a skeleton left, stood on the eaves and cried.

The people were talking about the upcoming festival, not noticing the ghosts and monsters, people and ghosts passing by each other, no one affecting anyone else. Such a scene...

Obviously it only appears in the main world!!!
Yang He’s expression was almost unable to hold back, and he forced himself to suppress his distracting thoughts.

"Master...Master, how could such a strange and inexplicable scene appear? Shouldn't Chaoge be free of evil spirits before?"

"Hey hey hey."

Taiyi Zhenren laughed strangely, stretched out his arms from his chest, grabbed the human-headed ghost and stuffed it into his arms.

Chewing sounds.

"My disciple, you should know that Chaoge City is blessed by Nuwa, so no evil spirits can be born even if the resentment is strong."

Taiyi Zhenren blended into the crowd, looking at Chaoge, which was divided into yin and yang, with a smile.

"When the goddess Nuwa is about to descend on Chaoge, her resentment will turn into wandering ghosts. But at the same time, the saints will still protect the mortal world, which will lead to the grand occasion of humans and ghosts living in the same world."

Yang He looked carefully and found that the separation of yin and yang caused by the advent of the saint only separated humans and ghosts, and there was no endless hell like in later generations.

And even if he looked directly at the group of ghosts, he would not break this window paper.

Yang He couldn't help but ask: "Master, are all saints... like this?"

Yang He remembered that in the Investiture of the Gods, all the immortals and Buddhas standing at the top could be called saints, not just Nuwa, there seemed to be seven or eight of them?

Anyway, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu can be called saints.

Taiyi Zhenren did not give a direct answer. He stared at Yang He for a few breaths and said, "If I mention your master, he will know immediately. Don't ask again."

Yang He understood the meaning of what Taiyi Zhenren said, and guessed that Yuanshi Tianzun was similar.

He recalled the various miscellaneous notes he had read in the main world, which mentioned that three thousand years ago, when yin and yang were not yet separated, there were gods who separated yin and yang and created an endless hell.

Nuwa's influence is limited to a corner of Chaoge. If the so-called gods really exist, how terrifying they are must be definitely superior to saints.

"Hehehe, come and have a pot of wine, otherwise it will be boring to stay in Nuwa Palace for three days."

Taiyi Zhenren walked into the wine shop as if no one was around, took out the gourd from his waist, grabbed the jar of wine in the shop and started pouring wine into it.

In a short while, two or three hundred kilograms of wine had been poured into the gourd.

The drinkers who come and go are not surprised, after all, there are quite a few independent cultivators in Chaoge nowadays.

Even without the need for Taiyi Zhenren to spend money, the shopkeeper had already advertised in front of the door, "It is really a great honor for our shop to be favored by the Immortal Master!"

Without waiting for Yang He's response, Taiyi Zhenren continued walking straight along the street.

They ate and drank for free along the way, and the small vendors did not dare to offend the monks. Yang He was a little embarrassed, but he had no money in his hand.

Taiyi Zhenren stopped only outside Li Jing's mansion.

Yang He felt something was wrong.

"Disciple, the coming of a saint is a rare opportunity. Your master will take you two to meditate together. It just so happens that you can also meet your elder brother."

As Taiyi Zhenren spoke, he made some magical gestures and exclamations were heard from inside the mansion.

Yang He noticed that Madam Yin was resting in the pavilion in the courtyard. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and several maids came to support her in a panic.

When I got closer, I found that Mrs. Yin's bulging belly had become flat.

"The fetus that Madam was carrying...is missing!"

"Contact the doctor quickly!"

Yang He took several steps back, and a ghost baby emerged from Madam Yin's belly. The baby's body was as black as ink, its eyes were blood red, and it moved on all fours to instantly climb over the wall and come to the two of them.

"Hehehe, after the festival is over, I will naturally send the master back to Madam Yin's belly."

Taiyi Zhenren gently stroked Nezha's head.

Nezha’s skin is not dark, but he looks like a human-shaped black hole, and you can vaguely see a tuft of hair on the top of his head.

Yang He was about to say something but stopped himself, and almost asked Taiyi Zhenren to be a human being.

Nezha came closer curiously and made some indistinct babbling sounds.

(End of this chapter)