Mythology

Chapter 98 Patrolling the Sea Yaksha Out on a Trip
The black cat bared its teeth. After being promoted to an evil ghost, it finally had the courage to face Madam Yin.

As a result, Madam Yin's neck turned three times, her overwhelming black hair grew wildly, and her upper and lower jaws stretched to more than two meters.

Roar! ! !
Cracks were spreading on the ground and walls of the ancestral hall.

Yang He's scalp tingled, as if the corpse immortal's blood not only failed to awaken Madam Yin's intelligence, but instead caused the latter to lose control for some unknown reason.

The black cat was so scared that its limbs went limp and it hid in the shadow of the corner with its tail between its legs.

The talisman ignites spontaneously without fire.

Yang He's spiritual vision began to increase rapidly, and it could be seen that Madam Yin was getting closer and closer to the evil ghost. It was unknown whether it was because of the corpse fairy's blood.

boom.

Madam Yin disappeared, and silence fell outside the ancestral hall.

Yang He felt an inexplicable palpitation. He turned around and noticed a tuft of black hair in the corner, with flesh and blood and bones taking shape as it grew.

A long, faint sigh echoes.

The talismans placed by Jiang Ziya turned to ashes one by one, the tablets of Li family ancestors broke into pieces one by one, and the ancestral hall was about to be destroyed.

Amidst the gusts of cold wind, Madam Yin appeared in the ancestral hall.

The three or four meter tall figure brought an incomparable sense of oppression. Even if Jiang Ziya noticed something unusual now, he would probably be unable to do anything, after all, the old man's physical body was damaged not long ago.

puff.

Yang He vomited blood. The storyteller's frail body could not withstand the erosion at all. It was all thanks to the two ghosts who desperately resisted the evil spirit from entering their bodies.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, mainly because the storyteller had connections with Jiang Ziya.

"Son~~"

Madam Yin ignored Yang He and walked step by step to the coffin.

The bloody footprints on the ground were clearly visible. After all, it had not yet reached the evil ghost, so Jiang Ziya's talisman formation could not be completely ineffective.

Madam Yin stood in front of the coffin and gently stroked the lid.

Yang He had a subtle expression. Madam Yin was like a mother claiming the bodies of her children. She was hesitant to open the coffin to confirm whether it was Nezha.

"Don't worry, Madam Yin, it's not Nezha in the coffin."

Upon hearing this, Madam Yin lifted the lid and the red-haired corpse of the Taoist boy came into view.

She was not impatient at all. Even though it was not Nezha in the coffin, she did not make any extreme moves, as if she was afraid of disturbing the Taoist boy.

"Madam Yin, I am Yang He, a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect. The one in the coffin is my senior brother. I'm sure you can tell that the corpse is being reshaped."

Mrs. Yin did not reply.

The blood of the corpse immortal is indeed useful, but its effect on Madam Yin is average, and it seems that it can only temporarily awaken some memories.

Yang He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Madam Yin, you are not wrong. You should have been pregnant with twins."

Madam Yin leaned over and pushed aside the red hair. The corpse boy looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, but because of his thin body, he seemed to be the same age as Nezha.

"They are the reincarnations of the immortal's spirit pearl, but they are broken into two halves."

"Half of him is Nezha, who was successfully reincarnated, and the other half is a corpse Taoist who accidentally landed in a mass grave and became half human and half corpse today."

Madam Yin's eyes became increasingly gentle, and she carefully closed the lid, then picked up the coffin and wanted to leave the ancestral hall.

"Don't!"

Madam Yin paused, and her black hair rushed through the doors and windows like a tsunami.

"Madam Yin, we two brothers came to Chentang Pass to rescue Nezha. It won't be long before you can wake up."

Madam Yin became extremely irritated, and her black hair instantly pierced into the ground.

Rumble.

It seems like they want to raze Li's house to the ground.

Yang He's Yang Fire was extinguished twice, and his body temperature dropped sharply, but he could feel that Madam Yin was trying her best to restrain herself from hurting herself.

At this time, a faint light appeared in the sky, dispelling the haze in Chentang Pass.

boom.

The coffin fell at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

When Yang He looked at Madam Yin again, her black hair had disappeared, her skin showed some color, and her heart started beating again.

"Forget it, forget it. I never planned to stay in the ancestral hall to practice. In this case, I might as well find Nezha first."

The ancestral hall was almost destroyed and half of the roof had collapsed.

"Eight or nine years have passed. With Nezha's talent, he is probably as good as a demon."

Yang He brought the unconscious Madam Yin under the locust tree. After hesitating for a moment, he took out enough corpse fairy blood from the coffin again.

From the current perspective, Madam Yin’s transformation into a ghost is irreversible.

Yang He was unsure, but it always made sense to give it a try.

If the corpse immortal blood can be produced, it will indirectly change the fate of mother and child.

Maybe you can get a talisman.

As soon as the corpse immortal blood approached Madam Yin, the black hair took the initiative to wrap around it and absorb it all.

Madam Yin did not show any difference on the surface, but her consciousness slowly regained consciousness, her brows showed fatigue, and she was still murmuring Nezha's name.

Yang He put away the coffin and turned away, not intending to have too much contact with Madam Yin.

Madam Yin said, "Thank you for your help, Taoist priest. What's your name?"

"Yang He."

"Alas, ever since I became pregnant with Nezha, I often have soul-leaving syndrome in my sleep, and I can recall strange memories every day when I wake up."

A trace of fear flashed in Madam Yin's eyes, and she stood up weakly, leaning against the locust tree.

"Master, I also know that I am becoming more and more sleepy, as if... as if I will fall into an eternal dream at any time."

"Mrs. Yin, please take care of yourself. Soul separation syndrome is probably difficult to cure, but you can try to keep your consciousness as clear as possible in your dreams."

The mansion was in a state of bustle and bustle as a large number of soldiers were rushing to the ancestral hall.

The blood of the corpse immortal is only auxiliary after all. Yang He even suspected that it would be meaningless even if the evil spirit, which had completely lost its mind, sucked the corpse immortal's body dry.

It can only be effective if it is half human and half ghost, but it depends on Madam Yin herself.

"Taoist Master."

Madam Yin continued with a smile: "There is a temple to the north of Chentang Pass. Jin Zha mentioned it to me. Nezha is imprisoned in the pagoda." "Pagoda..."

Yang He had a slight headache and felt scared when he heard the word "pagoda".

In my impression, Li Jing and his son have an unclear connection with Western Buddhism. Even if they rebelled against the Shang Dynasty after the Battle of the Gods, it felt more like Western Buddhism was deliberately cutting its losses in time.

He looked in the distance in the direction of the temple.

It was just dawn and the temple was already bustling with people.

"Master, the reason why I didn't leave the ancestral hall when I lost my soul was mainly because I sensed in my dream that it was very dangerous outside the door."

"Also, be careful of Li Jing."

Before Yang He could ask anything, Li Jing's presence was about to arrive.

"Heizi, go!"

He was weak and powerless, with blood on the tip of his tongue with every breath. The storyteller's body was already exhausted from the erosion of Yin Qi.

The black cat jumped out from under his feet and is now two meters long.

Yang He hugged the black cat.

Just before the soldiers were about to break into the ancestral hall, the man and the cat jumped up lightly, with a faint black mist covering their bodies. They moved stealthily in the shadows and finally left the Li Mansion.

As soon as Yang He stepped onto the street, he chose to take back the black cat.

The sun has risen.

There were quite a few people hanging around Chentang Pass, so Yang He didn't stand out among them.

Dragon patterns can be seen everywhere in the city, and portraits of the Dragon King are posted on the doors of every household. The locals' love for real dragons is beyond words.

"kindness?"

Yang He narrowed his eyes. Someone was following him closely from Li Mansion.

He forced himself to go into the market near the pier.

The market was bustling with people, and worshipping gods was the most popular activity. Shrines dedicated to the Dragon King could be seen everywhere, and the incense never stopped burning.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

As the sea breeze blows, it looks like layers of waves.

Yang He walked among the crowd, and Tonggui adjusted his body as much as possible. "Fortunately, Heizi is reliable and brought the food in the ancestral hall with him."

He took out his dry food and swallowed it whole.

Yang life is still approaching end, but Yang fire will not be extinguished in a short time.

At this time, the spiritual vision began to grow, enough to rival that of facing Madam Yin directly, and the sound of gongs and drums came from the end of the market.

Yang He remained calm and stood in the corner observing the situation.

"The Patrolling Yaksha is out on the road!!!"

The market was extremely noisy. Twelve people were surrounding the statue of the deity, four of them were responsible for carrying it on their shoulders, and eight were holding incense sticks and leading the way.

The statue has a face as blue as indigo, long cinnabar hair draped over the shoulders, a huge mouth with sharp teeth, and gills on the neck. It looks seven parts like a fish and three parts like a human.

"We respectfully invite the sea patrolling Yaksha to go out on a journey, and hope for the grace of the gods."

"May our fields be fertile, our crops grow strong, and there be no drought or flood this summer..."

The four men held up the statue, their palms bloody and mangled.

Their faces were filled with enthusiasm, and from the people's discussions it could be heard that the statue's procession had lasted for two days and two nights, during which time no change of attendants was allowed.

The smoke and dust intensified and swept across amid the shouting.

Only Yang He noticed that the Patrolling Sea Yaksha was alive.

At first, only the little finger of the statue trembled slightly, but not long after, the statue's mouth and nose began to continuously inhale and exhale incense from the outside world.

The shadow projected on the ground twisted and turned into a winding dragon's tail.

The shadow extended, and passed by the people one after another.

They didn't notice anything unusual at all and were still cheering for the patrolling Yaksha's outing, throwing out the fish scales that they had dried in advance.

Yang He heard that a merchant in a teahouse a hundred meters away was asking the shop owner.

"Waiter, I came to Chentangguan to sell pickled fish. This is the first time I've seen such a folk custom of parading in the streets. What is the origin of the patrolling sea yaksha?"

"Sir, the Patrol Yaksha is rumored to be a subordinate of the Dragon King of the East Sea, responsible for..."

The words are not finished yet.

The shadow of the dragon's tail flashed by, and the merchant's smile froze.

The traveling merchant was unable to move, only his eyes conveyed an expression of extreme fear, his chest heaved violently, and his face gradually turned blue and purple.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The traveling merchant opened his mouth wide, trying desperately to breathe in air.

thump.

The blood vessels in his pupils bulged, his stomach swelled uncontrollably, and he suffocated to death. After his death, sea water flowed from his mouth and nose.

Similar situations continued to occur, and the corpses were without exception foreigners.

Jin Zha hurried to the market with twenty or thirty soldiers. He originally came for Yang He, but soon realized something was wrong.

The seven or eight corpses did not cause chaos, but instead made the people even more fanatical.

The statue had returned to normal, except that its lips were dyed bright red.

Jin Zha shuddered. There were hundreds of statues of patrolling sea yakshas in the city, and today alone, nineteen of them were out on the road, scattered across the streets.

Li Jing strictly forbade his soldiers to damage the statues, and Jin Zha didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Come here, take the body to the open space outside the market."

"Yes."

The soldiers did as they were told immediately.

Soon the bodies were laid out in a row. Even though they had been dead for a long time, seawater was still gushing out of their mouths and noses, and the bodies looked swollen and giant.

"Master Jiang's disciple is also a foreigner, so why did he escape unscathed?"

Jin Zha had a hunch that only by finding Yang He could he figure out the truth about the dragon disaster.

(End of this chapter)