Mythology

Chapter 86 Completed the story "The Ghost in the Stone"

Nuwa's blessing was a little abrupt. When Yang He came to his senses, he could hear the sound of bones colliding all over his body, and his immortal body was transforming.

Yin fire burning.

The red hair grew wildly.

If Yang He hadn't deliberately restrained himself, the red hair would have been enough to submerge the area within ten meters.

He couldn't help but dry-heave, but what he vomited out were bones. The old bones were being rejected and left the body, and new bones were being born among his flesh and blood.

"Oh shit!"

Yang He thought that it would happen again when he inherited the Taoist child in the main world. He couldn't hold it together and almost fainted.

He pressed his temples and found that Nezha in his arms was also blessed.

A precious light suddenly appeared inside and outside Nezha's body.

The ribs turned into rings and the intestines coiled like a long snake.

Yang He recognized it at a glance. The Hun Tian Ling and Qian Kun Circle that Nezha used to protect him were in the process of gestation. No wonder even after he turned into an evil spirit, the two treasures still followed him like a shadow.

"Wait, I'm not just getting the blessing from Nuwa because of Nezha, am I?"

After all, even if Yang He did not participate in the festival, Nezha would still gain two treasures on this trip, but Taiyi Zhenren would have to spend more time thinking about it.

"It seems that in some mythological stories in previous lives, Nezha was even a disciple of Nuwa."

"Brother, be generous. Sooner or later, I will help you teach Li Jing, that rebellious father, a lesson."

Yang He had no time to worry about being reborn. He stared at the halo behind Nuwa and began to comprehend the Taoist tradition that could complete his own three-headed, six-armed Dharma body.

As soon as the mind is immersed in it, words appear in the mind.

It was as if Nuwa was sitting at the desk, patiently sorting out Yang He's doubts, and then, the words formed into difficult to understand sentences.

Before long, the prototype of the method had taken shape.

"The Thousand Transformations and Hundreds of Ghosts Mixed Origin Sutra"

Yang He was extremely satisfied. The Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra was not a method of raising ghosts, but a record of allowing the body and soul to accommodate more magical powers (ghosts).

Just by glancing at the beginning, he already felt that the way the two ghosts in his body were accommodated was too crude.

In other words, the two ghosts did not want to retaliate, otherwise they would kill themselves in minutes. If they were not careful, they would fall into the tragic situation of the resurrection of the evil ghosts from the main world.

“For me, this method is the most important!!!”

"After accommodating the two ghosts again, there will definitely be some changes."

In just a few moments, the Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra had been completed by 30% to 40%, and it was so smooth that even Yang He couldn't believe it. He checked again and again to see if there were any pros and cons.

Yang He originally thought that one would have to pay a price to comprehend the saints.

He was ready to sacrifice his life, which only had two and a half years left, but the Nuwa who came was even more polite than his cheap master.

Nuwa walked towards the altar step by step.

When Yang He saw Nuwa up close, his heart started beating wildly for no apparent reason, especially the smile on Nuwa's lips, which was creepy.

"No…something's wrong."

He noticed that the immortals had just opened their eyes one after another.

It seems like the real opportunity is about to come!
Yang He seized the time to complete his magic skills and swallowed all the pills into his stomach, ignoring the consumption of his life span, in order to promote the transformation of his corpse into an immortal body.

cough cough cough.

The last section of the bone was stuck in the throat, so Yang He simply cut open the flesh and took it out.

The Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra has also come to an end. A few lines of text lay the foundation for the whole article, and the content seems to be engraved in the mind and cannot be forgotten.

Nezha took the opportunity to create the Hun Tian Ling and Qian Kun Circle.

However, for an unborn ghost fetus, the two Yin treasures consumed too much energy, and Nezha curled up in Yang He's arms and fell asleep.

"saint!"

“Saint!!”

King Zhou walked slowly up to the altar to welcome the arrival of the saint.

Yang He swallowed and heard two voices in his ears.

Taiyi Zhenren's message was, "Disciple, don't look directly at the Saint. The upcoming festival has nothing to do with you. Stay away as soon as possible."

Fairy Guanghan conveyed the message, "Do not look at what is inappropriate, do not listen to what is inappropriate, do not say what is inappropriate, and do not do what is inappropriate." Yang He picked up Nezha with one hand and held the motionless black cat with the other.

He did not dare to hesitate at all, even if it attracted the puzzled gazes of Huang Feihu and others, and he ran towards the entrance and exit of Nuwa Palace.

Unfortunately, the Taoist boy was in a low position and couldn't use his ghost hand or stone arm, so his speed was not very fast.

Nuwa stopped where she was.

Yang He heard King Zhou respectfully speaking to Nuwa and said, "Saint, are you willing to continue the lifeblood of Chaoge and prolong its reign for another hundred years?"

As soon as these words were spoken, heavy rain came pouring down.

Wen Zhong's face looked grim, and he kept calculating the destiny of the Shang Dynasty with his fingers. He felt that the road ahead was full of confusion. He calculated that there were still fifteen years in the previous breath, and the next breath it became two hundred and thirty years.

Veins popped out on Huang Feihu's forehead, and the two princes were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.

Chaoge was in turmoil.

There was a strong resentment surging in the gaps between the walls and the floor, forming a thick cloud. At first glance, it seemed that countless human faces were floating in it.

There were faces of both men and women, young and old, all shouting the word "Da Shang" madly.

The resentment is about to burst out!

The resentment came from more than 500 years of accumulation during the Shang Dynasty.

Yang He saw that the outside of Nuwa Palace was crowded with evil spirits and monsters. After hesitating for a few moments, he took out the Pure Yin Coffin and took Nezha into the coffin.

It was raining all the time, so using the ghost hand was no longer obvious.

The pure Yin coffin sank into the ground.

The resentment above the Nuwa Palace continued to gather and had turned into an extremely terrifying vortex. Even ordinary people could see human faces.

The air seemed like a solid block of lead, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

King Zhou pretended to be calm and continued to repeat according to Wen Zhong's instructions: "Saint, are you willing to continue the lifeblood of Chaoge and extend the throne for another hundred years?"

boom!
The resentment poured into Nuwa's body, and the halo became dim.

One hundred and seven statues all showed signs of abnormality at the same time, and for a moment the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard. It was clear that the situation was beyond expectations.

Click click click.

Cracks spread across Nuwa's surface, and the cracks looked like indescribable mouthparts.

A pungent stench filled the air, and everyone's heart began to be filled with jealousy, including King Zhou, whose look towards Nuwa became greedy.

The shattered body of Nuwa swelled in the wind, and her true body hidden in the shell covered the sky, with countless arms of men, women, old and young spread out.

No one thinks that Nuwa's true form is evil. Instead, it has an indescribable sacredness.

Nuwa stood on the altar, but the Nuwa Palace and even Chaoge fell into silence.

While the immortals were meditating, they managed to ensure that King Zhou and the others remained conscious. It was obvious that they knew the truth about the saint's coming in advance.

The officials fell to the ground one by one, leaving only a few with profound Taoism skills.

Wen Zhong opened his eyes vertically between his brows. Nuwa had been swallowing up her resentment for more than five hundred years. He couldn't understand whether this could be considered as a continuation of her destiny.

Rumble.

The temples began to turn into ruins one after another, and one hundred and seven statues of the gods appeared.

The evil spirits outside the Nuwa Palace also became restless, all wanting to compete for the three saints' disciples, and the fight between the evil spirits began.

The chaos foreshadowed the end of the dynasty.

Yang He closed his five senses and hid in the coffin. He could see the general development of the world of allusions and that The Investiture of the Gods would soon begin.

His life span was completely exhausted and his vitality was becoming increasingly weak.

[The story "The Ghost in the Stone" has been completed. Do you want to generate a permanent character?]

"It seems that the condition for the Stone Ghost to be fulfilled is to participate in the festival. Fortunately, I don't have to face Nuwa directly."

"determine."

[〈Corpse Dao Tong〉 cannot generate a permanent character, please play another character]

"You want me to play the role of the Living Buddha and say hello to Nuwa?"

(End of this chapter)