Mythology

Chapter 132: Immaculate Buddha Seizes the Opportunity
Yang He has sorted out his thoughts. The difficulty of defeating the plague ghost is as high as a life-or-death struggle, but with the accumulation of three stories, he can definitely play a vital role in the Conferred God Battle.

[The roles of 'Scholar' and 'Peddler' have died and cannot be selected]

[Scholar: You have gained a lot from your meditation on the vortex, and even the teacher praised you repeatedly, but you didn't realize that too much is as bad as too little. By the time the evening class in the school was over, your brain had disappeared.]

[Peddler: Any calligraphy or painting with a spiral pattern sells well in this town. You tried to copy it, but you died suddenly at night.]

【Please select the role you play in the story】

Yang He looked at the three regular characters and quickly ruled out the corpse boy.

The corpse Taoist boy is already on the list and has most likely caught the eye of Yuanshi Tianzun. Even though he believes that he is in Cao's camp but his heart is with Han, the corpse Taoist boy will suffer if the saint dislikes him.

The third prince is slightly better, but his presence in the Chan sect is not strong at present.

But he is a disciple of the Chan school after all, and Lu Yue's arrangement in Xiqi is for Jiang Ziya. Becoming a plague messenger will do more harm than good.

"It seems that only the Immortal Buddha can do this. Nuwa disciples don't have so many taboos."

Goddess Nuwa has no longer appeared in the world, and any action taken by the Immaculate Buddha will not cause any criticism as long as it is aimed at quelling the disaster.

The key is that the pure body can suppress the insect demon.

The Immaculate Body is the most domineering immortal body Yang He has ever seen. It seems that the body has the rules set by the saints. If the five internal organs leave the body, the person will die.

[Do you want to consume 2 points to teach the identity of "Immaculate Buddha" and the Vortex Method?]

"determine."

[Immortal Buddha: As a disciple of the saint, you can hear the common people praying to the saint. There are common people wailing everywhere in Yanqu Town. The saint is crying, and you should be called to save the world.]

After much hesitation, Yang He decided to take the black cat with him. In addition to the copper coin sword, he also chose the corpse-suppressing nails and the leather Taoist robe.

"It's a pity that the Immortal Buddha only has a life span of five years. If he had one more year, he could have maintained his cultivation in the Demonic Realm for a longer period of time."

"Let's go."

Yang He's eyes flickered, and at the moment of certainty, he seemed to hear countless wails ringing in his ears, and images of mountains of corpses and seas of bones emerged in his mind.

.........

Outside Yanqu Town.

Qingsong and another person were holding a candle on the hillside, and they could see the flame swaying slightly.

Qingpo's face was filled with fear. The candlelight was connected to the yang fire of Mingshan. Once it was completely extinguished, it would mean that his master's soul had been destroyed.

They looked towards Yanqu Town, where dark clouds covered all the buildings.

Even the Clear Eyes Talisman could not see the mortal's current situation. He only knew that the giant face in the center of the dark cloud had opened a vortex and was devouring all living beings unscrupulously.

Even the hill where the two were located had been affected.

The paths of mosquitoes flying are swirling, and the new shoots of grass and trees are in a whirlpool shape.

It can be seen that it won’t be long before the vortex will completely destroy Yanqu Town.

Qingbo released paper birds one by one, looking extremely confused.

Because of its limited cultivation, the paper bird will destroy itself if it leaves ten miles away. Yanqu Town is already remote, so how could there be fellow disciples within ten miles?

"It's too late, Junior Sister. I feel like the dark cloud is almost full."

The two of them stood there in a daze.

In a sense, the divination that the Golden Spirit Mother told Li Qi was very accurate.

If Yang He had not intervened, Li Qi would have had the right time, place and people. He would have surely become Lu Yue's disciple and become a plague messenger.

Qingsong let out a long sigh and said calmly.

"Junior sister, please return to Xiqi. I plan to go to Yanqu Town. No matter whether Master is dead or alive, someone has to collect his body."

"Brother, why don't I go with you? If both of you die..."

Qingpo was crying, and before she could finish her words, Qingsong had already pasted the talisman on her forehead.

Her eyelids trembled and she gradually fell asleep.

Qingsong smiled without saying anything. He summoned two paper horses, one to escort Qingpo, and he rode the other straight to the smoke-filled Yanqu Town.

Only when he was near the town entrance did he sense Mingshan's location through the candlelight.

Mingshan was not far from the town entrance, but he seemed to be standing still. After several attempts to communicate with the candlelight, there was no response.

Qingsong hesitated for a few moments, then stepped into the range of dark clouds.

It was as if the clouds had been cleared away, and the current situation in the town came into view.

The town of Yanqu seemed to have come alive. Every whirlpool within sight was spinning, causing the buildings to tilt to one side or the other.

Qingsong saw hundreds of mortals walking towards him with difficulty.

Traces of the vortex can be seen all over their bodies. Some even carry heavy snail shells and have talismans on their foreheads to help resist the vortex.

"Master..."

Mingshan followed behind, trying hard to maintain hundreds of talismans.

Qingsong's pupils shrank slightly. His master was no longer human.

Most of Mingshan's body was covered in the vortex, his Taoist robe was torn to pieces, his facial features were distorted, and his internal organs could be vaguely seen on his exposed chest.

He had already lost consciousness, but his instincts were still protecting the mortals and helping them escape.

"Master, Master!"

Qingsong tried to call out but got no response. Mingshan was not completely consumed by the snail disease because his consciousness was holding on.

He had a stomach cramp. The snail disease affected everyone indiscriminately.

"Fortunately, we are only a few steps away from Yanqu Town. As long as Master can make it to Xiqi, with Master Nezha here, he will definitely be able to save his life."

He forced himself to rush forward despite the severe pain, but he was stunned when he saw it from the corner of his eye.

It was clear that the outside of the town was behind Qingsong, but after a moment, all he could see were the layers of streets and alleys.

"The town itself is also a vortex. All the houses are spinning. There is... no chance to escape from Yanqu Town." Everything is in vain.

Qingsong fell to his knees, and dozens of townspeople around him also gradually lost their strength.

The scene was extremely chaotic. The woman was sobbing quietly, the neglected baby fell to the ground, and the old man turned around and wanted to go back home to die.

The belongings they carried were thrown away on the street corner, but Mingshan was still walking tirelessly.

"It is simply not something that ordinary people can resist. Under the tactics of the Jiejiao Immortal, we are no different from ants. It is completely futile to struggle."

Qingsong retched repeatedly, and the whorl of hair on his head penetrated deep into his brain.

He wanted to walk towards Mingshan, but he stumbled and fell. The bones in his legs had softened and his skin began to secrete mucus.

"Saint, please save us, why is the world full of suffering!"

Qingsong's eyes were empty as he saw the crooked statue of Nuwa not far away.

He smiled at himself. The statue was actually affected by the vortex. The face of Nuwa was replaced by the vortex and her limbs were twisted.

Even so, the townspeople still believe that the statue of Nuwa can protect them.

The vitality of the pine tree is about to be cut off.

Sudden.

A soft chanting sounded.

Qingsong originally thought it was just a fantasy before death, but soon the chanting became more and more intense, with a majestic and majestic sound that was not something a mortal could produce.

"With sincere devotion, I made man out of clay, gave birth to all things, and established rites for marriage..."

He noticed that the statue of Nuwa had returned to its original state at some point.

Nuwa had a compassionate expression, with two lines of blood and tears flowing.

Click.

Cracks spread across the surface of the statue, blood soaked the ground, the chanting faded away, and a faint ray of sunlight penetrated through the dark clouds, illuminating the surroundings.

The townspeople were silent and prayed devoutly to the goddess Nuwa.

Qingsong witnessed with his own eyes the statue of Nuwa being torn into pieces, and then a stone statue carved from pure white jade appeared.

"I am a disciple of the goddess Nuwa, the Immaculate Buddha Yang He."

Qingsong had heard rumors about the saint's disciples walking the world.

Wherever there is suffering, the saint's disciples will come to save all living beings, but... hasn't Nuwa stopped appearing in the world a long time ago?
Some people said that the Dragon King of the East China Sea saw the saint's disciples when he flooded Chentang Pass.

But ten years have passed.

Yang He opened his eyes, and the halo behind his head turned into the shadow of Nuwa. The vortex within a hundred meters stagnated, and the giant face above his head also shrank.

Three yang fires were burning, and five gods entered the door.

The insect ghost attached itself to the copper coin sword and did not dare to react at all. The oppressive feeling brought by Nuwa's shadow was too terrifying.

The noisy whispers of five gods were heard within Yang He's body.

"Master, Master, we are alive again!"

"This ghost place is even more evil than Chentangguan. Master, who is responsible for this?"

"Master, I feel like someone is watching you!"

"Find him and eat him!!"

“Eat it!!!”

Yang He ignored the Five Gods and closed his eyes to communicate with his Immaculate Body. The joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of the mundane world around him intuitively flooded into his mind.

The Immaculate Body, as the immortal body related to the Saint Nuwa, is not only used to burn one's life span to promote the improvement of one's realm, but also is the incarnation of a saint in the mortal world.

Yang He opened his eyes again, and the shadow of Nuwa made the same movement.

"Nuwa..."

Li Qi appeared at the end of the street, and couldn't help showing fear in the face of Yang He, even though the latter's cultivation level was only at the weak ghost level.

But the way the saint's disciples arrived was truly shocking.

"Junior Li Qi has met Nuwa disciples. This is what happened to the Jiejiao immortal Lu Yue. The only way to stop the spread of the snail disease plague is to have someone who can digest the vortex sect."

Li Qi's meaning was very clear, as long as he became a plague messenger, the disaster could be quelled.

He didn't think Yang He could stop the snail disease. Unless the saint took action personally, how could the plague array covering the entire Xiqi be easily broken.

Li Qi wanted to continue explaining, but he heard Yang He's long sigh.

“The suffering of all living beings is my suffering.”

The voice just fell.

The Immaculate Buddha's eyes were covered with countless cracks, and then pupils appeared. Each pupil was different, and they were all mortals from Yanqu Town.

The townspeople suddenly felt that their snail disease was getting better and the abnormalities in their bodies were slowly disappearing.

Just like how Nuwa once bore the endless resentment of Chaoge.

With the help of his pure body, Yang He can also endure worldly sufferings.

Even if ordinary people comprehend the Taoist tradition of whirlpool, it is difficult for them to give birth to insect ghosts. They can only become evil spirits under the erosion of snail disease.

Yang He only felt a severe pain, and at the same time he seemed to feel the same pain as thousands of people.

The Taoism that thousands of people had comprehended while facing the whirlpools directly flooded into their minds. Whirlpools of varying sizes appeared in the Niwan Palace. The insect ghosts hissed, frantically digesting the feedback from the whirlpools.

The copper coin sword hummed and began to transform into a Yin treasure.

Li Qi was horrified as he noticed that Yang He's head was constantly breaking and healing, and all the whirlpools in Yanqu Town were actually shrinking.

"You...what are you doing? The opportunity is mine!!!"

(End of this chapter)