Mythology

Chapter 92 Everyone Can Transform into a Dragon
Yang He didn't carry anything with him, and three faces appeared in front of him.

They are still the fisherman, the chef, and the scholar. During the few days of seclusion, the characters did not encounter any accidents and the information is exactly the same.

"Strange thing."

"It stands to reason that every allusion should be full of disasters, but it seems that Chentangguan can barely maintain the status quo."

[Whether to consume 1 point of spiritual vision to refresh identity]

After hesitating for a moment, Yang He chose to refresh. The result was three green-quality characters, and some of them were even related to the Li family mansion.

[Cai Jia (green): You are responsible for the daily vegetables in the General's Mansion. When you pass by the backyard, you hear sighs coming from inside.]

[Short-term Worker (Green): There is always a lot of fresh fish to be transported to the dock every day. You signed a short-term contract with the owner of the Chamber of Commerce and started working in the early morning.]

[Ship Repairer (Green): When the fish is harvested, the wooden boat is very easy to be damaged, especially the bottom of the boat, which will have several holes if you are not careful. ]

"Could the sigh come from Madam Yin? Ghost Fuqiu's incarnations are all fierce ghosts, and her true form is at least equivalent to a demon ghost. It's difficult to deal with."

[Whether to consume 10 point of spiritual vision to refresh identity]

Yang He refreshed again, and finally a white quality character appeared.

[Storyteller (in white): You have been wandering around for years to make a living. When you heard that the coast was rich, you set out to go there. You are planning to cross the river by boat.]

Yang He raised his eyebrows, noticing something strange.

The green characters are all local people from Chentangguan. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Is it related to the dragon ghost that looks like a giant worm?
"Play the role of a storyteller. Maybe outsiders will be more likely to find out the truth."

[Whether to consume 2 points of spiritual vision and teach the identity of "storyteller" the art of looking at qi]

[Do you want to consume 2 points of spiritual vision and pass on the identity of "Storyteller" with three heads and six arms?]

"It's a pity that even if the character has two ghosts, he is still just a weak ghost at the beginning. It doesn't really mean much. It would be better if he could go one step further."

Yang He suddenly had an idea and tried to teach the Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra.

[Do you want to consume 40 points of spiritual vision and pass on the identity of "Storyteller" and the "Million Transformations and Hundreds of Ghosts Mixed Origin Sutra"?]

"It's really good."

Yang He is wealthy and powerful. As long as his spiritual vision does not drop below a thousand, the blessing of his five senses will not be significantly weakened.

[Storyteller (green): You have been wandering around relying on your two natural magical powers. Not long ago, you heard that the coastal areas were rich, so you set out to go there. You are planning to cross the river by boat.]

"Innate supernatural powers? It means that the Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra allowed the two ghosts to return to their innate state."

Yang He was very interested. It turned out that there were many tricks to explore in playing a role.

"determine."

.........

It was early autumn at Chentang Pass, the grass and trees along the coast had turned yellow, and fallen leaves were floating on the water.

The five people stood anxiously on the shore, looking at a lone boat floating towards them in the distance. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Finally we're here. Why are there so few ferries heading to Chentangguan?"

The woman, holding the baby in her arms, could not help but complain, causing the middle-aged strong man in the lead to complain: "This is the rule of Chentang Pass. You outsiders have to abide by the rules to make a living!"

Someone else advised, "Master Wang Si, you have been waiting for two or three hours."

Fourth Master Wang snorted coldly.

Because it was dark, you could see candles lit on the bow.

Master Wang Si looked around at the crowd and saw the well-dressed young man standing behind him. "Yang He, you are a storyteller and you know how to read and write. Please keep an eye on them on the road so they don't cause any trouble!"

"I know."

Yang He nodded in response, and the others looked at him in awe.

The Shang Dynasty did not have an imperial examination system, and officials could only be recommended. Being literate meant that one had a good family background, and storytellers were usually well-informed.

When Yang He arrived in the world of allusion, the character had been on the shore for a long time.

He waited patiently without showing any emotion and found that the four people were all from other places. They said they were crossing the river by boat, but it seemed more like they were sneaking to Chentang Pass.

Master Wang Si was in charge of arranging the boats. He kept looking around, and no one knew what he was afraid of.

Yang He glanced at Wang Siye, who was a local of Chentangguan. He couldn't see anything unusual and still didn't understand what was so special about the green quality.

Jingle Bell.

A bronze bell rang on the lone boat, reminding everyone that it was about to reach the shore.

Yang Hemei opened his ghost pupils inadvertently. There were three or four people on the boat. Their yin energy was weak, and they had been exposed to dampness and cold for a long time, so their yang fire was not strong either.

[Qigong practitioner: pupil ghost (evil ghost)]

[Alien: Powerful Ghost (Evil Ghost)]

Because of the teaching of the Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra, the two ghosts in the storyteller's body have reached the level of evil ghosts, and their strength is about 30% to 40% of the original body.

boom.

The boat was anchored, and a blind boatman leaned out of it.

"What are you all standing there for? Get on board!"

Mr. Wang Si handed the boatman a purse and said, "Old Zhu, do you have a good trip?"

"It's okay, but the weather is bad."

Fourth Master Wang turned pale with fear, "Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"

The boatman named Zhu replied in a deep voice: "No need for tomorrow. You know the Dragon King in the water doesn't like outsiders. Whenever you cross the river, you have to be careful. How can you make money without taking risks?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wang Si did not waste any time and pushed everyone onto the boat one by one.

He stood on the shore, took out paper money and sprinkled it into the water, muttering incoherently, as if praying to the Dragon King to calm down.

Yang He frowned slightly, and his spiritual vision began to improve the moment he stepped onto the boat.

"Stranger..."

"Could it be that the corpse Taoist boy encountered the giant insect because he came from another place?"

Tick.

Rain fell on the water, but it was just a drizzle.

The boatman hesitated for a few moments, and seeing the intermittent rain falling, he quickly took out a long pole and pushed the shore hard, and the lonely boat sailed towards the river.

The river is an estuary, and at the end is the vast ocean. Chentang Pass at the other end is not a town, but a dangerous pass, but it is connected in all directions and gathers a large number of people. Yang He took the initiative to sit on the outside, with a wide field of vision and a view of the water.

Except for the boatman, everyone else on the boat was from another place. There was also a sloppy old man curled up in the corner. The air was filled with a sour smell, making the atmosphere depressing.

The woman rocked the baby, "Nier, it won't be long before you can see your daddy."

The boatman asked curiously, "What is your man doing in Chentangguan?"

"I'm on a convoy, but I haven't been back for a while, so I came to take a look."

The boatman hesitated for a long time before saying, "Escorting is not a good business. The only good business in Chentang Pass is fishing."

"Why?" Yang He couldn't help but ask.

Suddenly, there was a sound of someone falling into the water at the shore, and the boatman couldn't help but shudder.

"Oh my god!!"

The woman looked outside the boat, "Where is Master Wang Si? I just saw him standing on the shore."

"Master Wang Si was drowning, right? Otherwise, let's turn around and take a look."

The boatman gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Mr. Wang is from Chentangguan, how can he not know how to swim? You must have seen it wrong!"

"Listen to me, if you want to get to Chentang Pass, shut up!!"

Only then did everyone regain their peace.

Veins popped out of the boatman's arms as he held onto the long pole. "Let me be frank. Even if Fourth Master Wang died, it was the Dragon King's will."

Yang He was confused and puzzled, as he had been keeping his eyes on the shore.

As a result, I didn't even see how Master Wang Si died.

"whee."

The slovenly old man opened his eyes and said hoarsely, "He turned into a dragon!"

"Old beggar, I gave you a ride because I felt sorry for you, but you are just talking nonsense!!"

The boatman's clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He seemed to realize something, his expression became more frightened, and he rowed the boat inadvertently faster.

Yang He stared at the sloppy old man, who quietly came over.

"Little brother, do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

The sloppy old man had a hunched body and a high hunched back. He was holding a package in his hand and his loose white hair was randomly stuck behind his head with branches.

"If you believe it, you have it; if you don't believe it, you don't have it."

The scruffy old man pointed at everyone and said, "Do you think they believe it?"

The sturdy man shuddered and took out a dagger for self-defense. "Old beggar, what do you mean? Don't you believe in ghosts and gods?"

"I naturally don't believe it."

The sloppy old man laughed crazily and patted Yang He on the shoulder.

"He doesn't believe it either."

The sturdy man got goose bumps all over his body and shouted, "Get out of here!"

The boatman was afraid that the two would fight, "Don't argue with a madman. Hey, this guy has a weird name, too. What's his name? Fei Xiong."

The sloppy old man's smile faded, he took out the pig bones and tortoise shells and lowered his head to tell fortunes. This behavior made the strong man dare not have any intention.

Yang He didn't pay much attention to the old man at first, but then he found that he was very good at fortune-telling.

If he hadn't been completely devoid of yin energy, he should at least be a casual cultivator.

"My dear father, I am Yang He, the storyteller. What is your name?"

The slovenly old man did not reply, but repeatedly examined the hexagrams, "They all believe in ghosts and gods. It's all over. This is a very bad omen."

"My father-in-law."

Yang He ignored the sour smell on the slovenly old man and sat beside him. "Old man, can you tell me my fortune and tell me whether I will suffer misfortune or good fortune soon?"

"Forget it."

The scruffy old man looked up and said, "Because you don't believe in ghosts and gods, and you don't believe in me either."

At this time, water drops as big as soybeans hit the surface of the river, and the rain flooded.

Yang He's gaze fell on the boatman's neck. A few scales reflected the light, his pupils became extremely turbid, and his skin began to secrete mucus.

As the air becomes more humid, organs similar to fish gills grow on the neck.

"So the green products are because of the local people's physical problems?"

The copper bells kept ringing.

A huge creature emerged from the bottom of the water.

"dragon?"

Yang He frowned because the black shadow under the water was different from the giant worm.

First, there is a difference in size. The black shadow is only four or five meters, while the giant worm is big enough to swallow a small mountain. Secondly, the head looks more like a human face.

The strange dragon flashed by.

The boatman just felt itchy all over and kept scratching hard.

The scruffy old man's face changed drastically, and then he stood up and moved away like a fool, "The divination is not right, I'm afraid I'm going to die tonight, I'm definitely going to die!!!"

He rushed out of the cabin like a madman and jumped straight into the river.

The boatman had an incredible expression on his face as he watched the water splashing everywhere.

Yang He also rushed out of the cabin in two steps, then followed the sloppy old man and jumped into the rushing river without hesitation.

"Damn it, Jiang Taigong!!!"

Yang He recalled, wasn’t Jiang Ziya nicknamed Flying Bear?

In terms of seniority, he must definitely call Jiang Ziya "Uncle Master".

"No wonder the pupil ghost and the spirit vision can't see through it. Jiang Taigong has a lot of treasures. The Investiture of the Gods may be in the package!!"

(End of this chapter)