Mythology

Chapter 137: Practicing the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique

I saw a local dog on the side of the road twitching without any warning.

The dirty fur was covered with corpse spots, and the limbs were twisted in a posture that was different from what we know. Then a figure slowly crawled out.

He is tall and hunched, with a back like a twisted mountain range.

But his face still has some traces of a country dog.

Yang He noticed that there was no insect ghost in the body of the visitor, so he should not be a plague messenger, and his realm was most likely above the state of concentration (killing ghost).

When this person appeared, all the people opened their jaws at the same time.

They looked up to the sky and remained motionless.

Just like an opened earthen jar, you can vaguely see the poisonous worms overflowing from the bodies, but there are also many people whose bodies are empty.

"Hmm, another plague messenger?
"You came at the right time. Master Lu needs your help in raising Gu. You will be mainly responsible for the worm jars below the level of the evil ghost. There will naturally be a reward for each Gu worm."

The Taoist with a dog face couldn't help but look a little surprised when he saw Yang Hebolan.

"Senior, what is a bug jar?"

"Haven't you seen it all? All the ordinary people in Xiqi are worm cans."

The dog-faced Taoist muttered in a sick tone, "It's a pity that most of the mortals are just empty cans. After taking away their souls, the remaining shells can't even be supported by ordinary Gu worms."

He reached into Taoist Qingfeng's stomach and searched.

"This insect jar is made of some of the flesh, blood and bones of the disciples of the Chan Sect. The quality is relatively ordinary, and the poisonous insects inside are just the evil ghosts."

"Hey Hey."

The dog-faced Taoist laughed uncontrollably, "I almost forgot to introduce myself."

"I am Chen Geng, a disciple of Jiejiao, and also the junior brother of Master Lu. You can just call me Uncle Master. I hope you will practice well in Xiqi from now on."

"I've met my uncle."

Yang He pretended to be respectful, and the Five-Directional God quietly disappeared into the shadows under his feet.

He exuded the aura of an insect ghost and was wearing a leather Taoist robe, so Chen Geng didn't notice anything for a moment.

"Uncle Master, how should I practice in Xiqi?"

"Look carefully."

Chen Geng said excitedly: "All the poisonous insects in the insect jars are resources for us. For example, the poisonous insect bred in the Qingfeng insect jar is called 'Tribulus Mingling Gu', which can increase enlightenment."

"But don't exhaust all the resources. Master Lu still needs the insect jar for other purposes."

Yang He sneered in his heart, Lu Yue was really crazy, with millions of ordinary people raising poisonous insects, so only saints could not come to the mortal world, otherwise Nuwa would slap them to death with one slap.

By the way, what is it like to become an immortal?

He had a vague feeling that Li Qi's mention of mortals becoming immortals had other implications.

In the original work, Lu Yue was trying to help Da Shang, but the world of allusions is probably slightly different. The plague array must be hiding an unknown purpose.

Chen Geng said to himself: "There are still some disciples of the Chan Sect in the city. You can work with the other plague messengers to refine them into insect jars."

Yang He looked up at the end of the street and saw another figure coming.

The figure had cinnabar-like hair, protruding fangs, skin that had the texture of an earthworm, insect-like compound eyes on its forehead, and an extremely strange walking posture, as if it had no bones.

"Zhou Xin has met Uncle Chen Geng, but I wonder how to address him as Junior Brother..."

The compound eyes flickered slightly.

Zhou Ji discovered something strange about Yang He. Not only was the insect ghost's aura extremely ethereal, but there was also an inexplicable sense of threat.

Yin energy surged into his compound eyes, and he noticed a shadow behind Yang He.

The phantom figure had a human body and a snake tail, and was staring at him with indifference. It was clearly the goddess Nuwa, and she was definitely not a new messenger of plague.

"Uncle Master."

Zhou Ji was about to open his mouth to remind him, but Yang He took the first step.

After seeing Zhou Ji's vertical eyes, Yang He realized that the latter possessed pupil ghosts, and his realm was comparable to that of the Immaculate Buddha. The leather Taoist robe might not be able to deceive Zhou Ji in the plague array.

It’s better to strike first.

Zhou Ji took several steps back and his feet were entangled by the tentacles.

The Five-Path God drilled into Zhou Ji's body through the black cat's mustard seed space. The latter suddenly felt severe pain in his internal organs and fell into the shadow without warning.

"How dare you pretend to be a plague messenger? I will refine you into a bug jar!!"

Chen Geng's face looked grim, and he opened his mouth and spit out gusts of plague wind.

What he didn't expect was that Yang He had no intention of dodging, and even his expression didn't change at all, still looking calm.

The cold wind burned his soul and bones. Yang He took away his Taoist leather robe, and most of his body turned into thick water.

The exposed fractures were all made of rock. The minced meat and bone residue mixed in the cold wind turned into little ghosts, chirping and attracting Chen Geng's attention.

"Disciple of a saint?"

Chen Geng showed fear on his face and turned around to rescue the trapped Zhou Ji, his long tongue piercing through the shadows.

Meow! !

The black cat screamed in fear, and the layers of mustard seed space were broken.

Even if he could become a four-in-one monster, Black Cat would still be dead if facing Chen Geng, not to mention that there was now a gap of at least two major realms.

"pity."

Yang He activated the Five Gods without hesitation, and the five internal organs ghosts exploded.

The Buddha Wuque no longer had enough lifespan to regenerate his organs, and his life was instantly cut off.

[Your character "Pure Buddha" has died, and the role-playing story ends]

Chen Geng rushed towards Yang He's body, but saw rock debris all over the ground. The insect ghost's breath was nowhere to be found, and the black cat also disappeared.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Zhou Ji rolled on the ground in pain, and Yang He tore off half of his body before he died.

Chen Geng snorted coldly, and muttered to himself with a twisted face, "We must hurry to find Jiang Ziya. The Chan Sect actually sent the saint's disciples into the plague array. It seems that they are desperate."

"Uncle Master!"

"He's not dead, he will definitely come to kill me again!!"

After all, Zhou Ji was just a plague messenger created artificially, and he was frightened after being possessed by the Five-Way God and being eaten away by him bit by bit.

Chen Geng said coldly: "Master Lu asked me to keep the number of plague messengers at five. I said five is not enough, twenty is about right."

He looked Zhou Ji up and down, disdain in his eyes.

After a dog barked.

Dark clouds covered the refugees outside the city, and screams were heard one after another in the dark night, and more plague messengers were born.

.........

Yang He has become accustomed to facing the death of his characters, not to mention that this trip was very fruitful.

He has roughly figured out the current situation in Xiqi. Lu Yue has no time to take care of the city, so it is not impossible for him to dispel the plague ghost.

"Exchange for three different things."

The black cat returned to the main world, running around the room with its limbs stiff. There was a wound on its abdomen caused by Chen Geng.

It took a long time to calm down, but the hair was still fluffy.

There was no need for Yang He to comfort the black cat. The pupil ghost was already combing out the negative energy for the black cat, and at the same time, his ghost hand reached out and gently stroked the black cat's head.

Yang He ignored the two ghosts who were competing to pet the cat, and then summoned the panel.

[Whether you inherit the harvest of the Immaculate Buddha, you will get the following benefits]

[Pure Body]

【Gu Copper Coin Sword】

[Wreckage of the Five-Way God]

[Insect Demon's Skin]

【Kowloon Island Dharma Seal】

【The flesh and bones of locusts】

【The flesh and bones of locusts】

.........

Yang He nodded with satisfaction and first exchanged for the insect ghost's skin.

The outer skin was completely peeled off before the insect ghost merged into the copper coin sword. After being tempered by the Yin energy, the outer skin became like an insect pupa.

If Tong Gui wants to learn the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique, the outer skin is of utmost importance.

Yang He divided his attention to continue tempering the outer skin, and then exchanged the rest of the harvest one by one. There were more than a dozen pieces of locust flesh and bones alone.

The next step is naturally to divide the spoils.

The ghost body swallowed up the remains of the Five Gods, and gave the bones and flesh to the Corpse Immortal Head to absorb. You can see a bulge on the ghost body's ribs, and the ghost body's third arm is in the making.

The nutrients required are dozens of times that of the Ghost Hand Stone Arm, and flesh and blood are just a drop in the bucket.

Fortunately, the Corpse Immortal Leader is not picky about food and can use any evil corpse as nutrients.

"Eat, eat, and strive to advance to the evil ghost realm as soon as possible."

Hakimi also got half a piece of meat and bone. He held it in his mouth and hid in a corner to enjoy it. He whimpered in his throat and it tasted so good that his tail wagged.

After treating the black cat's injuries, Tonggui slipped into the Niwan Palace.

Yang He was already prepared. He wrapped the pupil ghost with his outer skin, and then temporarily lost the pupil ghost's perception. The pupil ghost slowly dissolved and reshaped.

Pupil Ghost is more self-aware than expected, and practices according to the steps of the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Method.

After Yang He confirmed that it was correct, he did not interfere with the pupil ghost's transformation into a Gu.

"Ahe."

The voice of Old Man Yang came from outside the house.

Yang He glanced around and his expression became extremely solemn. He saw that next to the old man Yang was a middle-aged man who looked 30% similar to him.

The middle-aged man was cleaning the yard in a familiar manner and chatting and laughing with old man Yang.

"Ah He, your second uncle has been farming in his hometown. He recently came to Peibai City to sell mountain products, so he needs to stay at home for a while."

"Hello, second uncle."

Yang He greeted him with a normal expression.

After all, he had lived in his hometown and secretly knew the relatives of Old Man Yang. He knew that his second uncle had drowned more than ten years ago.

Yang He scanned the surrounding urban area and saw similar situations everywhere.

The originally deserted courtyard became inexplicably lively.

Such means must come from the Zishi teaching.

The second uncle patted Yang He's shoulder, and a faint Yin energy penetrated into the latter's body.

"Excuse me, my uncle's dilapidated house needs repairs. I will return home after earning enough money."

Yang He allowed the Yin Qi to wander through his blood vessels and meridians, and his corpse-transmutation body was restrained to the extreme without revealing any flaws.

"They're looking for someone."

"If Zishi Jiao really obtained the Qianyuan Mountain Daoist tradition, he would most likely come to find me, a Qianyuan Mountain true disciple who has lived for more than three thousand years."

Second Uncle withdrew his hand and helped Old Man Yang feed the animals.

Yang He chatted with the two for a while.

Old Man Yang did not ask Yang He to go to the market, but asked the latter to recuperate at home, and only took his second uncle out of the yard.

Yang He watched the two of them with a lot of thoughts in his mind, and the sound of insect skin cracking was heard in the Niwan Palace.

Click click click.

The pupil ghost quietly transformed into a poison, forming a larva with black and white colors.

There is a layer of fine hair on the surface of its body, which turns back into eyeballs when the body curls up.

Yang He could feel the pupil ghost's hunger. In the larvae stage, it was only a weak ghost. If it wanted to recover as a powerful ghost, it had to grow up as quickly as possible.

[Vulgar things: Plague]

[Related allusion: "Plague Ghost", whether to consume 10 points of spiritual vision to enter the allusion world]

"determine."

Yang He once again carried the copper coin sword and the Nine Dragon Island seal, and the black cat tripod was not dropped. After hesitating for a few moments, he chose not to play the role of the Immaculate Buddha.

"Anyway, the seal belongs to the Copper Coin Sword, so it stands to reason that it should be fine to play the other permanent characters."

"Let him play the role of the Third Prince. The corpse Taoist child is already famous and is not suitable for him."

(End of this chapter)