Mythology

Chapter 95: Sharing Disciples
The sky is dim.

Two soldiers carried the body and hurried to the ancestral hall.

Li Feng followed behind, still feeling a lingering fear about the ancestral hall. As he approached, his heart began beating wildly and the hairs on his body stood up.

"Has Madam Yin's condition improved recently?"

The soldier hesitated for a few breaths and replied, "It has been neither good nor bad. Only the two young masters come to visit every now and then. The general has not come for a long time."

"Hey, I hope nothing serious will happen."

The temperature near the ancestral hall is obviously lower, and the grass and trees have withered.

There were even dozens of dead birds lying on the wall.

Li Feng noticed that the soldiers were walking slower and slower, and could not help but urge them, "Hurry up! Once it gets dark, the ancestral hall cannot hold any living people!"

"No, sir, this man is getting heavier for some reason."

"Let me lend a hand."

Li Feng did not dare to delay and took over the storyteller's upper body. He immediately felt his shoulders sink, as if he was lifting a huge rock weighing hundreds of pounds.

"Sir." The soldier couldn't help but ask softly, "What does Daoist Master Jiang mean by this? Is there really a way to revive the dead with flesh and bones?"

"Don't ask too much. Daoist Master Jiang is a disciple of a saint, so he must have his own considerations."

Li Feng thought of Jiang Ziya's method of taking over the bodies of prisoners and couldn't help but shudder. His magical powers were beyond ordinary cognition.

If you think about it carefully, it's a bit like...evil?
The three of them stopped in front of the ancestral hall, and Li Feng knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and the three of them immediately saw a gentle and elegant woman reading a book under the banyan tree in the courtyard.

Li Feng was a little nervous. "General Li Feng greets Madam Yin. I hope I didn't disturb you."

Madam Yin's smile did not fade. "Come in quickly. You must have come to the ancestral hall for something."

"Well, there is one person who needs to be temporarily placed in the ancestral hall."

"Is it a corpse?"

Madam Yin spoke in a normal way, but the soldiers did not dare to look at her directly, as there was uncontrollable fear in their eyes.

"Although there is still a faint trace of life left, the Yang Fire has been extinguished. It should be..."

Before Li Feng finished speaking, he suddenly saw a tuft of Madam Yin's hair fall off and land under the eaves, wriggling like a living thing.

He learned magic from Li Jing and could feel that Madam Yin's yang fire was gradually dimming.

Li Feng said quickly: "Madam Yin, we have something else to do in Chentang Pass later. We have to leave this person in the ancestral hall."

"Well, the temperature has dropped sharply recently, so be careful not to catch a cold when you go out."

Li Feng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the three of them walked into the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was kept extremely clean. There were dozens of tablets placed on the altar and a few incense sticks burning, which seemed sparse and ordinary.

They placed the storyteller on the ground, and immediately a thick yin energy surged in.

Lines appeared faintly on the storyteller's skin, the jade beads in his mouth sparkled, and the remaining vitality in his internal organs began to grow.

"It really can bring the dead back to life!"

The soldiers were shocked when they saw this and were about to go closer to check, but they saw that the other two were silent and the candlelight in the room was flickering.

He followed Li Feng's gaze and his legs went weak with fear.

Madam Yin leaned against the wall without moving, her hair growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her empty eyes stared at the three people.

With a gust of wind, the ground was covered with a thick layer of black hair.

"grown ups."

Click click click.

Li Feng was horrified. Mrs. Yin's head suddenly turned 180 degrees.

Her face remained unchanged, but the smile on her lips was extremely strange. Then, Mrs. Yin's height began to increase rapidly.

Black hair overflowing.

In just a few moments, the woman had turned into a demon.

Li Feng actually already knew about Madam Yin's situation, but he still felt horrified when facing it. He wanted to cast a spell to stimulate the Yang Fire, but he failed after several attempts.

Mrs. Yin developed such abnormalities when she was two years pregnant.

Human during the day, ghost at night.

The Li family announced that Madam Yin suffered from night blindness, and sought out disciples of the Taoist school to try to cure it, but there was no progress.

"We will hold on to the ancestral hall first, and we can escape when the general notices something unusual."

Li Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he hurried forward to close the door and signaled the soldiers to close the windows, but the black hair still seeped into the ancestral hall through the gaps.

at this time.

Madam Yin’s figure was already more than four meters tall.

It was completely level with the locust tree, bringing a tangible sense of oppression. After a resentful sigh, Madam Yin walked towards the ancestral hall step by step.

Wherever the black hair reaches is Madam Yin's activity area.

Doors and windows can't stop it at all.

The soldier covered his mouth tightly and watched the black hair spread out bit by bit.

A few mice accidentally came into contact with the black hair, and soon their flesh and blood were sucked dry, and their fur was immediately replaced by the black hair, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"No, the ghost-like Madam Yin will never show mercy. Unless the Third Young Master is here, we will be torn to pieces in a moment..."

Li Feng covered his chest, his heartbeat was as loud as a drum, and his Yang Fire surged, but it came at the cost of his Yang life, just to be able to hold on a little longer.

"Where is Jiang Taigong?"

He felt a cool hand tapping his shoulder.

Li Feng glanced over and found that it was not a soldier, but the dying corpse. The other party had stood up without him knowing when.

"you……"

Yang He had a serious expression on his face, "Evil spirits are around, where is Jiang Taigong?" Li Feng looked at him carefully several times and confirmed that Yang He was a human and not a ghost, but something was obviously wrong, and his face was almost bloodless.

"Master Jiang is meditating and resting. He asked us to take you to the ancestral hall."

Yang He narrowed his eyes and couldn't help feeling creepy when facing Madam Yin. Fortunately, the latter was currently just an evil ghost and had not yet transformed into a vicious ghost.

"If you three listen to me, there's still hope of survival."

"Master, you say."

Li Feng knew that he could only trust the other party. This person might very well be a disciple of an immortal, and he could not suppress Madam Yin by relying on his own life span alone.

"There is no time to explain. You just need to know that this method will damage your virtue. Even if you survive by chance, you will inevitably suffer a serious illness in the future."

The soldiers were at a loss, and Li Feng made a decision to take back the Yin energy.

Bang bang bang.

All the spirit tablets on the altar had fallen over, and the black hair had covered one-third of the ancestral hall. Madam Yin stepped in through the crack in the door with half of her body.

Yang He covered his mouth and coughed for a while, and Tong Gui barely suppressed his injuries.

Then the ghost hand appeared.

After Yang He thought for a while, he grabbed the soldier's neck with his ghost hand and buried him directly in the ground in the southeast corner without waiting for their reaction.

Li Feng couldn't help but mutter, "Master, is it... a living pile?"

"kindness."

Yang He followed the same method. When he was a ghost in the stone, Taiyi Zhenren taught him the method of hitting the living stake. The four of them were buried in unique positions beside the altar, leaving only their heads outside to maintain their breathing.

The negative energy in the room subsided and the black hair stopped spreading.

Madam Yin walked slowly around the altar, waiting for her opportunity.

“It really works.”

Hitting the living stakes can actually be considered as setting up a formation, but using living people as the needle holes. Fortunately, Li Feng is now in his prime and his yang fire is strong.

"Cough cough cough."

Blood was flowing from the corner of Yang He's mouth. It was true that the storyteller was alive, but his body was on the verge of destruction.

Jiang Ziya's method should have been to transform Yin into Yang, using Yin energy to stimulate vitality, and he should have taken expensive elixirs.

The price was the consumption of at least forty years of life.

The two soldiers were not in a much better condition and would soon become corpses.

"By the way, the storyteller and the corpse Taoist boy have similar methods and they have the same name. Will Li Feng be able to see the clues?"

Yang He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "My name is Yang He, what is your name, sir?"

Li Feng noticed that Yang He looked ashen, and his heart skipped a beat. "Brother Yang He, just call me Li Feng. Stay calm. Immortal Jiang must have known about the incident in the ancestral hall."

"Brother Li, I am actually just a storyteller, not a disciple of the immortal master, ahem, and we actually met during the Chaoge Festival."

Li Feng looked back for a few breaths, "Brother Yang, I'm really sorry, I don't have any impression."

Yang He muttered to himself: "I have met Taoist Qingfeng before, and I have heard that you are familiar with the true teachings of Qianyuan Mountain."

Li Feng didn't understand the meaning of Yang He's question. He noticed that his yang fire was getting dimmer and dimmer, so he thought that he was talking nonsense before dying.

"Brother Li, do you know the name of Qianyuan Mountain's true teachings?"

"I don't know his exact name, but his Taoist name is Corpse Taoist. Hey, Brother Yang, you are bleeding from all seven orifices, stop talking!"

Yang He's mind was scattered, but he had already gotten the answer he wanted.

The mystery of the panel is far beyond imagination. It can actually affect the cognition of others and make the currently played 'Yang He' unique.

“Perhaps only when the roles are integrated can the experiences of different roles be integrated.”

Snapped.

The warm yellow light illuminated a hundred meters, and the small flag suddenly fell in the center of the ancestral hall.

Her black hair fell away, and Madam Yin returned to the courtyard unwillingly.

"What a mistake, what a mistake!"

Water drops fell from the eaves, and Jiang Ziya came to the ancestral hall through the Five Elements Escape Technique.

He moved the four people out from underground and fed each of them a pill.

Yang He was cheered up, but another four or five years of his life were wasted. As a result, the storyteller's temples turned gray and his organs showed signs of failure.

"Master Jiang."

Jiang Ziya said with guilt: "I was wrong in this matter. I was sure to die before. I was afraid that the package would be missed before handing it to you. I didn't consider that you could not resist the demons in your heart."

"Everyone has his own destiny. There is no need to force a long life."

Yang He pretended to look bitter, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Immortal Master. I learned the art of hitting living stakes secretly when I was watching the construction of Nuwa Palace in Chaoge. I didn't expect to use it here."

Jiang Ziya felt more and more regretful, realizing that the first arrangement of the stakes had been extremely skillful.

Yang He was born with supernatural powers, a pure heart for Taoism, and extraordinary understanding. He had previously gone so far as to offend the Dragon King in order to save a mortal. He was truly a superior seed for practicing Taoism.

Yang He was ordered to go down the mountain to assist the wise ruler. If he lived a few more years, he would surely achieve something.

Jiang Ziya counted with his fingers and his brows relaxed again, "Yang He, I am a disciple of Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

"Of course, I am willing."

Yang He wanted to stand up and kneel, but Jiang Ziya quickly stopped him, "Master just had a divination on a whim, and your life is not doomed. The dragon disaster at Chentang Pass has a way to prolong your life."

Jiang Ziya flicked his sleeves, and the five senses of Li Feng and the other two were closed.

"Listen carefully, extending your life will inevitably come at a price."

Yang He nodded.

"If this method is used to prolong life, would the non-human dragon be willing to accept it?"

(End of this chapter)