Mythology

Chapter 110 [Dragon Ghost Dao (Alchemist)]

The waiter looked at Yang He's gloomy face and his legs went weak with fear.

"Third Prince, please spare my life! I really don't understand the rules of the Dragon Palace. If I accidentally bumped into you, please have mercy on me."

"It has nothing to do with you. How many people are currently seated at the birthday banquet?"

"Replying to the Third Prince, there are a total of 27 Dragon Kings. I heard that they all came from the outside world. The young master of the Li Mansion in Chentangguan is also here."

"Where are the three sea dragon kings of the South, North, and West?"

The Four Dragon Kings were gods who had been serving in heaven before the Investiture of the Gods. Their strength might not be as great as that of Taiyi Zhenren, who practiced hard to become an immortal, but they were definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

"The Dragon Kings from all over the world entered the birthday banquet with the invitations. I didn't see the Three Sea Dragon Kings."

Yang He's expression was uncertain. He didn't understand what the Dragon King of the East Sea meant. Could it be that the Dragon Kings of the Three Seas would also be on the birthday banquet table?

"kindness?"

He looked at the waiter, whose mouth and nose were already bleeding.

The waiter was nearly frightened to death.

Yang He communicated with the pupil ghost, and the breath he unconsciously emitted was restrained. Immediately, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just back off."

"Thank you, Third Prince."

The waiter didn't dare to look up again, and almost had a cardiac arrest after staring at each other for a short moment.

Seeing Yang He preparing to leave, the waiter hesitated for a few breaths before speaking, "Third Prince, I have something I want to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"There are...there are servants who worship Nuwa in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. They even carved a statue of Nuwa out of rocks and worshiped it day and night."

When Yang He heard what the waiter said, he couldn't help but think of the message of the Immaculate Buddha.

[Pure Buddha: As a disciple of the saint, you can hear the common people praying to the saint. There seem to be many desperate voices in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. ]

The information about the corpse boy usually reveals the current situation, such as being seriously injured and dying, or being transported to a certain place in a coffin. Only the information about the Immaculate Buddha is very vague, which is really strange.

"Did the followers of Nuwa say anything?"

"No... I don't know, Third Prince, I can go and find out more."

"What's your name?"

"Liu...Liu Haizhu was originally a cloth merchant in Chentangguan."

Yang He turned and left, and after a few steps he said, "Liu Haizhu, if there is anything unusual with the Nuwa statue, notify me immediately."

"Okay, I know."

Liu Haizhu had a flattering expression and kowtowed repeatedly in excitement.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea is almost no different from a corpse. The Third Prince will definitely inherit the position of Dragon King in the future. Wouldn't his own status also rise?

Yang He ignored Liu Haizhu's little thoughts.

He just vaguely felt that the Immaculate Buddha was related to the statue of Nuwa. At the same time, Jin Zha also said that according to historical records, saints would pay attention to disasters.

If a saint comes, the storyteller must avoid him in advance.

Being affected is also a dead end.

Yang He didn't think too much and swam towards Zishan Palace.

During the journey, in order to adapt to the turbulent sea water, its body instinctively transformed into a dragon, with scales covering its skin and its dragon tail controlling its balance.

"interesting."

The experience of transforming into a dragon is extremely novel. One can switch between human and dragon with just a slight thought.

Unfortunately, Yang He is just a show-off. After transforming into a dragon, his physical strength increased by 30% to 40%, and he can breathe freely in water.

He came to the door of Zishan Palace and stood at the window to observe the various Dragon Kings.

Originally, I thought that the so-called Dragon Kings were all transformed by evil spirits, but it turned out that they were all normal in intelligence and occasionally communicated with each other in low voices.

Twenty-seven dragon kings occupied two tables,
Nezha sat at his own table, looking out of place.

The decoration inside the hall was like that of a mourning hall, with mourning cloths hanging all over the beams. In the corners were four blazing braziers, which appeared purple-red in the sea water, and waiters continuously sprinkled paper money into them.

The guests had dragon heads and human bodies. They sat in silence at the round table.

Various Dragon Kings?

In fact, he is a cultivator with a dragon ghost in his body.

Moreover, there are differences between dragons and ghosts. It is already difficult to have the characteristics of a dragon, which makes their heads look more like pythons and koi.

There is a single horn on the top of its head, and the scales appear sparse.

Some even had a catfish's head, with only an extended whisker that barely showed some traces of a real dragon.

【Dragon Ghost Dao (Alchemist)】

[Once mastered, the dragon ghost will live in the spine, and one can use the dragon ghost to call the wind and rain, but every year one will experience the pain of being skinned and transformed into a human. If one survives successfully, the dragon ghost's bloodline will transform, and if one fails, the dragon ghost will break out of the body.]

Their situation is completely opposite to Yang He's. They practiced the Dragon Ghost Way but did not become dragons.

Although Yang He had never been exposed to the Dragon Ghost Way, the dragon blood in his body was pure, equivalent to that of a newborn dragon that had never practiced cultivation.

"Hey, they seem to know about the Dragon King's birthday banquet."

Yang He noticed that the Dragon Ghost Monk looked nervous but also a bit eager, and completely treated the Dragon King's birthday banquet as an opportunity to become an immortal.

At the same time, the realm of most dragon and ghost monks is only innate (evil ghost).

Ha~

Nezha couldn't muster up any energy and couldn't help yawning repeatedly.

In his opinion, the Dragon and Ghost monks were all worthless and not worth his attention. He was frightened just by the sight of a little bit of negative energy.

This is indeed the case, and the monks are always on guard against Nezha.

"eccentric."

Yang He was secretly shocked.

He was already prepared to face the four Dragon Kings at the same time, but the result was a group of ordinary cultivators of similar realm, which was really unexpected.

I am even more confused about what the Dragon King of the East China Sea is doing.

"Hmph." Nezha raised his eyebrows, sensing that someone was staring at him outside the palace.

"Where did this scoundrel come from!!!"

He took out the Qiankun Circle, and extremely thick smoke and dust filled his mouth and nose. The sea water was boiling, and the Dragon and Ghost monks all protected their vital points at the same time.

Nezha jumped onto the table and tried to make a move.

At this moment.

The door to Zishan Palace opened and the waiter called out respectfully.

"The Third Prince of the East Sea has arrived~~~~"

Nezha narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

He had been having a pleasant conversation with his mother before, but was brought to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea without any warning. After waiting for half a day, his patience was already exhausted.

The Dragon Ghost monks were terrified and looked at each other in disbelief.

The door was pushed open.

Yang He entered the palace and could tell from every feature that it belonged to a real dragon. The aura was not obvious, but the oppressive feeling it brought was as real as a physical entity.

"Didn't the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea fall apart three hundred years ago? Where did the Third Prince come from?!"

The Dragon Ghost Monk's fear was beyond words. Aren't all dragon sons and daughters buried in the back hall?

Take a closer look.

Yang He did have some subtle signs of corpse transformation. The pattern on his scales looked like corpse spots, and his claws were slightly purple, clearly infected with corpse poison.

"Bah!!!"

Nezha became interested, and he used the Hun Tian Ling to wrap around the Qian Kun Ring and swung it hard.

Rumble.

The sea water was divided into two halves.

Yang He felt horrified. Nezha was indeed unreasonable. Facing Nezha from an enemy perspective, he was still a demon boy.

He summoned the tripod, and the circle of heaven and earth just stopped in front of his forehead.

"Third Prince of Dragon Palace, how come you have my junior brother's magic weapon?"

Nezha did not retract the Qiankun Ring. Instead, the bone ring began to rotate continuously, and the hot flames rushed towards Yang He's cheek.

Instead of diminishing, the murderous intent became more and more intense.

When it comes to the corpse Taoist boy, if Yang He says anything wrong, he will lose his head.

"Brother Nezha."

The moment Nezha heard Yang He speak, he slammed the table hard and used the Hun Tian Ling to bind all the dragon and ghost monks present, blocking their five senses.

Yang He said with lingering fear: "Junior brother was recuperating in the tripod before, and then inexplicably came to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and inexplicably was regarded as the third prince of the Dragon Palace."

Nezha's braid swayed as he thought, and then he remembered his identity as a storyteller.

"Where is Junior Brother Corpse Taoist?"

Nezha's words became gentler, not because of his friendship with Jiang Ziya, but mainly because the storyteller had risked his life to save him.

"He is in seclusion. Because of his fake death, he is oblivious to what is happening outside. He may not even know that we are here for a banquet with the Dragon King of the East China Sea."

"That's good. Junior brother really needs to rest more."

Nezha nodded and motioned Yang He to sit next to him.

The two of them were communicating as if no one was around, and the Dragon Ghost Monk was trembling with fear for no apparent reason.

Yang He did as he was told.

"Brother Nezha, what exactly is going on at the Dragon King's birthday banquet?"

Nezha raised his head and said, "I don't know. My junior brother told me that Uncle Jiang is also in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, so I have been waiting for Uncle Jiang to contact me."

"However, if Junior Brother Yang wants to know, I will ask someone."

Before Yang He could react, the Hun Tian Ling strangled the catfish monk and pulled him in front of him. He could hear the crackling sound of the red silk ribbon touching the flesh.

"Senior, please spare my life!!"

The catfish monk tried desperately to break free, but it was of no avail.

The corner of Yang He's eye twitched, and he deeply suspected that Nezha had just picked the one he disliked the most, as if he was taking the opportunity to vent his anger.

He immediately asked, "Who are you and where did you get the invitation?"

"I am a Taoist priest named Yunze, and I have been practicing in Qingshuize. Although I call myself the Dragon King of Qingshuize, my magical power is not even half as strong as the two immortal masters."

"As for the invitation, it was purely obtained out of thin air."

Nezha sneered, "How can a loach like you be qualified to participate in the Dragon King's banquet?"

"Do not kill me!!"

Taoist Yunze's eyes were slightly red. "Every one of us Taoists knows about the Dragon King Banquet. The Dragon Palace in the East China Sea holds it every ten years. It really came out of nowhere and suddenly appeared in my arms."

Yang He looked around at the dragon and ghost monks, and the facts should be roughly the same.

"Brother Nezha."

Nezha let go of the Hun Tian Ling, and Taoist Yunze sat down next to Yang He after hesitating for a long time.

Taoist Yunze realized that this Dragon King’s birthday banquet might not be simple.

The two are obviously disciples of immortals, and it is impossible for them to be interested in the opportunities in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Will something big happen next?
Nezha looked at Taoist Yunze and said, "Are you also considered the Dragon King?"

"In fact, they are all self-proclaimed. The Dragon Palace of the East Sea was destroyed, and the Dragon Palaces of the other three seas have no longer appeared. There are very few real dragons in the mortal world."

Taoist Yunze smiled and added: "If you live for thousands of years and go through hardships, you may be able to transform into a real dragon that soars into the sky."

Yang He smiled but said nothing.

In my impression, whether in The Investiture of the Gods or Journey to the West, the real dragons seem to be very miserable.

They are either the mounts of Bodhisattvas or the spiritual beasts of immortals. They are full of treasures and are rare for use in medicine and refining weapons.

Yang He vaguely remembered that the white dragon horse in Journey to the West was named Guangli Bodhisattva, but in the end it was just coiled around the pillar at the gate of Lingshan Mountain.

(End of this chapter)