Mythology

Chapter 94 Yang He in the Mythology
Yang He faced east, facing the window of the wing room.

Every gesture and movement contains an indescribable Taoist aura.

The ghost body floated behind him, making the same movements.

What is the Dharmakaya outside the body?

Yang He could feel that the ghost body was a continuation of his own physical body, and the blood vessels derived from it were in the exact same position as those of his own body.

As the kidney is implanted, blood begins to flow into the blood vessels.

Of course, the blood of the ghost body is condensed from Yin energy and does not contain Yang fire, so the ghost body will most likely eventually turn into pure evil.

Meow~~

The black cat stretched its limbs lazily, feeling Yang He's breath becoming more and more nourishing, and unknowingly it had reached the perfection of the weak ghost realm.

Yang He touched the black cat's head, which was more than half a meter long.

Occasionally feeding a few drops of corpse fairy blood, the black cat no longer shows any evil characteristics on its face, nor does it have the lingering evil spirit.

A faint light appeared in the sky, and the warmth shone on Yang He's body.

Heat rises.

Yang He felt the feedback from his kidneys, and his blood vessels and meridians became extremely tough, which meant that they could accommodate more Yin Qi when inhaling and exhaling.

Even without the immortal body of corpse reincarnation, his current aptitude is enough to be called outstanding.

Yang He walked out of the courtyard slowly, and the three yang fires surged. The groups of weak ghosts around him screamed in fear and dared not approach the earthen house even a step.

Evil spirits feed on Yang energy, but they cannot withstand excessive Yang energy.

The black cat slipped into the shadows underfoot.

[Slightly flawed corpse body]

Yang He realized belatedly that the flaw in his corpse-transmutation body was in himself, because the internal organs were imbalanced.

Once the five internal organs are complete, the corpse-transmigration immortal body will be completely complete.

Yang He stood in the courtyard in meditation until Old Man Yang came to his senses after washing up. At this time, the outline of the morning sun had risen among the clouds.

He slightly activated his corpse-transmuting immortal body, and his yang fire returned to its average level.

"kindness?"

Yang He's spiritual vision detected that there was something wrong with the flow of yin energy in Peibai City, and his expression suddenly became subtle. There were three unfamiliar auras in the yamen.

"It seems that Dasi has sent someone. It feels like he appeared out of nowhere in Peibai City."

The pupils of the ghost opened.

Yang He's frown relaxed. The three cultivators were not in the evil ghost realm, only one was in the fierce ghost realm. Even if he had to deal with him, there was still a chance.

The cultivator in the evil ghost realm was also a ghost in the pupil like him.

“It’s no coincidence.”

"I showed no signs of recovery. In their eyes, I was probably an outlier among outliers."

Yang He was not panicked because his cultivation depended entirely on the world of allusions, and he also had the corpse-transmigrating immortal body and the pupil ghost to restrain his aura.

Moreover, the Wanhua Baigui Hunyuan Sutra allowed the two ghosts to completely integrate into the body.

He doesn't expose himself, so even if someone gets into his body, they won't be able to detect anything unusual.

Yang He was particularly curious about whether the incident he had caused three thousand years ago would be recorded in the historical records of the Grand Secretary.

And how was it recorded? Could it be that the words were all...

The two words Yang He?

"With such dramatic changes from ancient times to the present, the historical records may have been lost. Besides, even if I become an immortal, I will only be an insignificant figure in the Conferred God War."

After tidying up the yard, Yang He followed Old Man Yang to the street to buy seasonal vegetables.

For him, working as a vegetable merchant was a channel to calm his mind. Only the bustling city could suppress the fear brought by ghosts and gods.

.........

at the same time.

There were already constables setting up magic arrays around the yamen. They had dull expressions on their faces, and the ghosts in their bodies were acting under the influence of the tiger ghost.

It can be seen that Dasi has no intention of destroying the giant hungry ghost.

It seems that they want to use a special magic circle to expel the giant hungry ghost into the deep hell. Similar situations are probably not isolated cases.

At the bottom of the prison, Captain Sun and three other men were walking in the darkness.

"Master Lei, the pregnant ghost monk was hiding in the prison, and the hungry ghost monk had been lurking at the entrance to the market. Both of them have been killed."

"kindness."

Lei Dechang stretched out his hands, and his eyes opened in the palms.

The chief minister appointed three people in total, all of whom had disabilities of varying degrees.

Lei Dechang looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, but his eyes are sunken without pupils, and his speech is unclear. His tongue was lost during the second resuscitation.

The other man and woman were in their early twenties, and their disabilities were mainly in their limbs.

The man's left arm disappeared, and a two-meter-tall giant centipede appeared in a layer of hell; the woman's right arm shrank and was replaced by thick black smoke.

Lei Dechang explained: "The magic circle will take half a month, and Peibai City will still be cold and damp, so you should be well prepared."

"Okay sir."

Captain Sun seemed a little helpless, as the spring ploughing would definitely be delayed.

Lei Dechang asked in a deep voice: "Sun Qi, is the ancient corpse real?"

"Not sure."

Captain Sun explained: "I have only come into contact with an ancient corpse once. The ancient corpse was intact, as if it came from... three thousand years ago."

Lei Dechang did not reply, but stared at Captain Sun.

Captain Sun continued, "However, there has been no fluctuation of Yin Qi in the city recently. The ancient corpse should have left Peibai City. It is unknown whether it has stayed in Jialiang Water Village."

The woman looked puzzled, "Maybe it's the organs that are being discarded?"

"uncertain."

Captain Sun smiled bitterly and said, "It's hard for me to describe it."

Just as the two were about to ask further questions, Lei Dechang raised his hand to stop them.

"No need to delve into it. I will keep an eye on this matter."

Lei Dechang's words were unclear, but there was some certainty in them.

Three thousand years old corpse? How terrifying a demon could live for three thousand years? Lei Dechang said thoughtfully, "There are not many records about the Shang Dynasty three thousand years ago in the Ministry of Personnel, but I have read them before."

"There are indeed three-eyed gods, such as Jiazi Tai Sui, Flame Five Lights Buddha, Plague God Lei Zu, and Fire Deity Star Lord..."

Captain Sun and the other two were secretly shocked, as each of these names was well-known to them.

Even after thousands of years of tremendous changes, their temples still exist in many places.

Captain Sun couldn't help but ask, "Do they have the characteristic of multiple arms?"

"No."

Lei Dechang raised his eyes and stared at the entrance to the outside world. "I remember some folk books have similar myths and legends, which seem to be related to the origin of the Three Altars Sea Assembly God."

"I will send someone to investigate further, but whether it is related to the ancient corpse, perhaps only by asking me can you know."

The three of them looked at each other, but fortunately there was one thing they were sure of.

The ancient corpse has no ill will towards mortals, otherwise, when Captain Sun was seriously injured, it could have sacrificed hundreds of thousands of living people for cultivation at any time.

Little did they know that the so-called ancient corpse was bargaining with the vegetable vendor at this moment.

Even when he was closest, Yang He was just on the street separated by a wall, blending in with the hustle and bustle and looking insignificant.

.........

After finishing his work as a vegetable merchant, Yang He returned home leisurely.

As long as he doesn't reveal his immortal body, it won't be a big deal even if he occasionally emits some evil spirit. After all, there are quite a few warriors in Peibai City.

[Water Buried Ghost: 2/4 (12%)]

[Qianyuan Mountain: 0/1 (6%)]

[Nuwa Palace: 0/1 (1%)]

Yang He noticed that the progress of Nuwa Palace was more than ten times slower than that of Qianyuan Mountain. He felt chilled just by looking at the words on the panel.

[Vulgar things: aquatic water]

[Related story: "Ghost buried in water", whether to consume 1 point of spiritual vision to enter the story world]

"determine."

Yang He originally planned to directly play the role of the corpse Taoist child, but the prompt was unexpected.

[The identity of Storyteller has been resurrected and can be played again]

Yang He was stunned and didn't react for a while.

Since Jiang Ziya has already taken over the body, the cost of rescuing him cannot be too low. If it were Taiyi Zhenren, there would be no mercy at all.

No, Yang He would not make the same choice.

After all, the storyteller was just a stranger whom he had met only once.

"It is indeed something that Jiang Taigong could do. He was willing to go through fire and water for the mortals. No wonder he didn't become an immortal or a Buddha in the end."

Yang He sighed and checked the storyteller's information.

[Storyteller (green): You have been wandering around relying on your two natural magical powers. Not long ago, you were on the verge of death while crossing the river on a ferry. When you woke up, you found yourself in an unfamiliar mansion.]

"In a strange mansion? Jiang Taigong wouldn't take the storyteller to Li Jing, would he?"

[Corpse Taoist: You encountered the Dragon King and were on the verge of death. You were sealed in a coffin and revived. ]

"The Taoist boy's body is not found. It will take about ten days to half a month to fully recover."

"It's better to choose [Storyteller]. At least it won't delay things. I can also get in touch with Jiang Taigong. Having more people will give me more options."

Yang He chose to carry the black cat, and then his consciousness fell into a trance.

.........

Chentangguan, Li Mansion.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the yard, all of them had scales and gills on their bodies, and their stomachs were rotten with intestines pierced and strange dragons breaking out of their bodies.

Li Jing stood still with a gloomy face, and the others did not dare to say anything.

"Dad, everyone in Chentangguan admires dragons. If they knew that I could transform into a dragon, there would inevitably be chaos."

The one who spoke was Li Jing's eldest son Jin Zha, while the younger Mu Zha stood beside him.

"Jin Zha, could this matter be related to your third brother?"

Jin Zha quickly said, "No, Nezha has been in solitary confinement for three years. The dragon disaster started half a year ago and it has absolutely nothing to do with him."

Li Jing remained silent, his disgust for Nezha was obvious.

"General."

Some soldiers hurried into the courtyard.

"There is a Taoist priest outside the palace who claims that he can solve the dragon disaster in Chentang Pass."

"Where did the Taoist priest come from?"

Before the soldier could reply, a slovenly old man appeared in the courtyard. He ignored Li Jing and was looking at the corpse in amazement.

Jin Zha asked respectfully, "What is your name, Taoist priest?"

"Jiang Ziya from the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain." Jiang Ziya opened his mouth and spit out a Hetian jade seal. No one could imitate the token of the Chan sect.

"Meet the Saint's disciple."

"The dragon disaster is very serious. If we are not careful, it will affect Chentang Pass."

Li Jing's expression changed slightly, and Jiang Ziya continued, "Without further delay, help me find a prisoner to be executed tomorrow. At the same time, I want to borrow the Yin energy from your ancestral hall."

"Jin Zha." Li Jing nodded.

"I'll do it right away."

Not long after, a prisoner was escorted into the residence.

Jiang Ziya looked the prisoner up and down, then handed him the rag package while he was looking at her in confusion.

As soon as the prisoner took it, his flesh, blood and bones turned into an old look, and Jiang Ziya fell to the ground as a corpse in his early twenties.

Li Jing grabbed the sword at his waist and frowned when he saw the body swap.

"Fortunately, we made it in time."

Jiang Ziya stuffed the pill into the storyteller's mouth, then emitted a five-colored light from his sleeves into his body. He was sweating profusely after finishing his work.

He sat cross-legged in meditation, which obviously consumed a lot of energy.

Jin Zha did not dare to delay and asked Li Feng to lead the soldiers to send the body to the ancestral hall.

(End of this chapter)