Mythology

Chapter 136: The whole city is full of Gu Refiners
Yang He witnessed Master Mingshan and his disciples gradually approaching Xiqi.

It can be clearly felt that the copper coin sword is becoming extremely active. Pieces of copper coins stand up and make sounds similar to the chirping of cicadas.

He forcibly suppressed the copper coin sword to avoid being noticed by the disciples of Jiejiao in the city.

After the insect ghost merged into the copper coin sword, it had reached the level of a pseudo-Yin treasure, but some of the insect ghost's consciousness still remained.

The main reason why Yang He did not disappear was that he wanted to communicate the seal through the copper coin sword.

【Gu Copper Coin Sword】

[Originally, it was a top-grade Yin device refined by Taiyi Zhenren. Because it was parasitized by insect ghosts, it became a fake Yin treasure. After being refined, it can be separated from the body for a long time and absorb the Yang fire of living beings by possessing them. ]

"It can barely be considered a flying sword, right? Well, an evil version of a flying sword."

It was a pity for Yang He that he did not know how to control a flying sword. He was unfamiliar with the use of the copper coin sword and it was easy for him to lose control when it left his body.

The black cat grinned nervously. At this time, Mingshan had already arrived at the gate of Xiqi City.

The officers and soldiers showed no signs of abnormality. Just as they had done before in receiving the refugees, they took the initiative to separate the routes to allow Master Mingshan and his disciples to enter Xiqi.

Mingshan dressed up as a craftsman and took out a bag of silver with a wry smile.

"Sir, look, we are new here..."

The soldier stared at Mingshan with a smile, and after a few breaths of daze, he took the money bag and said, "There is a curfew in Xiqi. When it gets dark, the night watchman will ring the gong."

He said something without beginning or ending and then stopped talking.

Mingshan's expression froze and goose bumps appeared all over his body. He felt that there was something weird about the officers and soldiers, but he couldn't figure out why.

"Master..."

Qingsong was about to speak, but Mingshan shook his head to stop him, "Let's go to the Chanjiao's base first."

The city was bustling with activity. Even though there was an imminent curfew as the officers and soldiers had said, the people on the busy streets showed no intention of returning home.

The dim setting sun is reflected on the ground, and shadows are intertwined between light and darkness.

Mingshan was horrified and hurriedly took out the talisman to activate it.

The previously useless telepathic talisman finally sensed Taoist Qingfeng, and after informing him of their current situation, it turned to ashes.

He glanced at the stone statue, and the expression of the Immaculate Buddha became even more solemn.

Yang He was also confused at the moment. Without the pupil ghost, the limitations of his spiritual vision were constantly magnified. Judging from the surface, the people of Xiqi were just a little rigid in their behavioral logic.

"Mingshan!"

Mingshan suddenly heard a familiar call, and noticed the old Taoist priest coming hurriedly with a hunched back, waving to the three people to come over.

The old Taoist priest was naturally Taoist Qingfeng, and there was anxiety in his eyes.

"How did the master find us so easily? Is he nearby?"

Mingshan hesitated, and Taoist Qingfeng said helplessly: "Mingshan, didn't I tell you to leave Xiqi and not come back?"

"Come with me quickly, Xiqi is in danger now."

Mingshan's fears were mostly dispelled.

He is inconspicuous in the Chan sect, and most of his fellow Taoists do not know him. Even if an evil spirit disguises himself as Taoist Qingfeng, it is impossible for him to remember him.

"Master, I came back for the matter of Yanqu Town."

Mingshan did not mention Yang He, and Taoist Qingfeng shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, now Xiqi is not safe inside or outside, you guys stay in the base for now and be responsible for refining the elixir with Mingshui."

Qingsong couldn't help but ask, "Master, how is the plague in Xiqi?"

"The plague has almost subsided, and order has been restored in the city not long ago. Don't worry, with Brother Nezha here, the plague won't be a big deal."

The destination that Taoist Qingfeng led them to was indeed the headquarters of the Chan Sect. As they were walking through the alleys, the population became increasingly sparse.

Mingshan frowned slightly and his steps became hesitant.

calm?

If the situation had calmed down, why did the people of Xiqi react so strangely and inexplicably?
"Where's Uncle Jiang?"

"Yes, yes, all are here."

Taoist Qingfeng was the first to walk out of the alley. Not far away was an old bungalow. A dozen people walked out under the dim candlelight.

The bungalow may look ordinary from the outside, but it is actually a world of its own, covering several hundred square meters.

Mingshan noticed Mingshui at a glance, and the latter waved at them with a smile.

"Master."

Qingsong reminded in a low voice: "Disciple feels that the people of Xiqi are very strange, and Master is also very strange, they don't seem like human beings..."

Mingshan took a deep breath and immediately realized something was wrong.

The expressions and behaviors of the mortals they had seen so far were all the same: a vendor was smiling and always smiling, and a laborer was tired and always tired.

The movements follow a stable pattern, just like Taoist Qingfeng.

The pace was consistent, the arms swung at the same amplitude, and although the tone was emotional, there was no variation in the pauses between the words.

how to say.

Like learning how to be a human being?

A warmth emerged from the spiritual talisman in Mingshan's arms.

He subconsciously communicated with the talisman, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. The information inside came from Taoist Qingfeng, and it was only two short sentences.

"Mingshan! Where are you guys! ! "

'I couldn't contact you earlier. Be careful. All the people in Xiqi are monsters in disguise. The base has been moved. Be careful!!!'

Mingshan's pupils shrank, and the Taoist Qingfeng in front of him stood motionless at the entrance of the alley.

Taoist Qingfeng laughed, and there was a sound of bones colliding in his neck.

Mingshan said tentatively: "Master, we are here to transport the stone statue and we need to go to the Nuwa Temple. Why don't we come back to the base later? I won't bother you with that."

"Oh?"

Taoist Qingfeng turned his head 180 degrees, but his unfathomable smile remained unchanged.

"The Nuwa Temple is not far from here. Let me accompany you. It just so happens that fellow disciples of the Chan Sect also want to go to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings."

More than a dozen figures approached, step by step, approaching Master Mingshan and his disciples. The people nearby also put down their work, tilted their heads and looked towards the entrance of the alley, their eyes no longer having any emotion, extremely empty.

Mingshan's face was pale. He wanted to stimulate the Yin Qi but found that his Qi and blood were stagnant.

"Aren't you itchy?"

As soon as Taoist Qingfeng finished speaking, the others repeated, "Aren't you itchy?"

Mingshan felt itchy all over his body. He was very familiar with it. His previous infection with snail disease was just so sudden, but the symptoms were different.

"Qingsong Qingpo, you go first, I'll cover you."

"Master, don't you feel itchy?"

Mingshan turned around in disbelief when he heard that.

Qingpo tilted his head and responded with a smile. His deep gaze was frightening, and it was exactly the same as the expressions of the other people in Xiqi.

Before they knew it, they were surrounded by hundreds of people.

Mingshan felt the itching getting worse and worse, and finally realized the horror of the plague and understood why a mortal had scratched himself to death half a month ago.

The people's eyes became greedy, and after looking at each other, an old man walked out.

The old man stared at the green pine.

Taoist Qingfeng nodded, and the old man began to cut open the skin with his fingernails, taking off the grooved skin bit by bit.

A strange little boy emerged from the skin.

The little boy stared with his huge eyes and slowly approached the green pine. He was shaking with excitement and murmured incoherently.

Qingsong's legs went weak and the stone statue fell heavily to the ground.

Snapped.

The statue was shattered into pieces.

The little boy paid no attention and had already come within half a meter of the pine tree.

A creepy scene appeared. The little boy's upper and lower jaws opened half a meter, and dense centipedes and insects gradually crawled out.

The insect ghost is in the shape of a centipede, and its aura is comparable to that of an evil ghost, but it is very weak.

"Hoohoohoo."

The centipedes could not adapt to the external environment and died one after another. Before dying, they rushed to Qingsong's mouth.

Qingsong was trapped in an illusion and let the centipede do whatever it wanted.

Mingshan gritted his teeth. Taoist Qingfeng said, "Hehe, your flesh body will also give us insect immortals. Don't be impatient. It won't be long before we are all the same kind."

"kindness?"

Taoist Qingfeng frowned slightly, but saw a strange yin energy spreading all around.

Immediately afterwards, the fallen fragments of the stone statue began to grow flesh and blood without any warning, and turned into evil spirits that pounced on the centipede and insect ghost.

The insect ghost had no power to fight back and was soon reduced to wreckage.

"Ah ah ah."

The little boy screamed miserably and tried to get back into the old man's skin, but his flesh and bones dissolved and soon turned into a pool of pus.

Taoist Qingfeng didn't care, and the others bent over to share the insect corpses.

The stone statue came to life.

Yang He, wearing a leather Taoist robe, looked around and saw that Xiqi was already shrouded in darkness.

Most of the mortals in the city fell into stillness, and they could faintly hear rustling sounds inside their bodies, as if insects were gnawing at their internal organs.

"Damn it, have the mortals become tools for feeding insect ghosts?"

"Lü Yue's plague array is really weird!"

Yang He was secretly shocked. If millions of ordinary people in Xiqi had already become evil spirits, what was the point of breaking the plague array?
Xiqi in the original work definitely did not fall completely.

"who are you?"

Taoist Qingfeng thought again and again, "You are a living immortal who worshipped Nuwa twenty years ago. We have met once. Do you want to stop the people of Xiqi from becoming immortals?"

Yang He was too lazy to respond, and the copper coin sword in the Niwan Palace revealed a trace of aura.

"Are you the new plague messenger? Wait a moment, someone will come to meet you."

Taoist Qingfeng bowed respectfully, and the others dispersed one after another.

Yang He stepped on the ground, and his tentacles wrapped around Master Mingshan and his apprentice and threw them out of the alley.

"But Junior Sister..."

"Let's go and reunite with our fellow travelers!"

Mingshan did not dare to be negligent. He could clearly see that Yang He's condition was not right. Although his aura was strong, his yang fire was almost extinguished.

This action would surely result in death, as Jiejiao would never let the Immaculate Buddha go.

Qingpo watched Master Mingshan and his apprentice leave with a smile, two lines of tears running down her cheeks.

The others did not chase after him. Compared with Yang He, Master and Disciple Mingshan were not worth mentioning. The Innate Realm could not make any splash in Xiqi.

Yang He noticed that there was no soul left in Qingbo's body.

In fact, before entering Xiqi, the soul had disappeared, and the remaining body behaved so strangely after the insect ghost took over.

"We must find Jiang Taigong, otherwise the Plague Ghost will be doomed."

suddenly.

The spiritual vision began to surge.

Yang He knew that the insect ghost's breath had attracted the plague messenger.

"I want to see what exactly this plague messenger that Lu Yue created is?"

If he wants to find Jiang Taigong, he must infiltrate the plague messenger. The Immortal Buddha may not be able to do it, but it would be good to get in touch with Lu Yue's forces.

"kindness?"

A terrifying aura emerged, but it did not seem to be the messenger of plague.

(End of this chapter)