Mythology

Chapter 140 Yang He, I will teach you well
Yang He was as frightened as Chen Geng.

He had personally experienced Jiang Ziya's possession of another's body, so he knew very well that Lu Yue's old head was indeed Jiang Ziya himself.

Did Jiang Ziya take the initiative to seize Lu Yue's body?

impossible.

The second generation disciples of the Chan sect are good at taking over other people's bodies, but Lu Yue's strength is obviously higher than Jiang Ziya's, and taking over other people's bodies is not a conventional means of fighting against the enemy.

Yang He was more inclined to believe that Lu Yue had forced Jiang Ziya into a corner with no alternative but to use possession of other people's bodies to buy time and force a fight that would result in both sides suffering losses.

It’s difficult. The key to breaking the deadlock of the Plague Ghost is Jiang Ziya.

As a result, Taigong has become a pendant on Lu Yue's body. What should we do?

Yang He noticed from the corner of his eye that Lu Yue's current condition was very strange. The three heads had an old man transformed by Jiang Ziya in the middle.

The child's head on the left was almost pierced by a knife wound, and the middle-aged head on the right was missing a large piece of skull, with narrow whip marks all over the face.

All the injuries were caused by Jiang Ziya's treasure bag.

The knife marks on the child's head are from the Flying Knife that Beheads Immortals, and the whip marks on the middle-aged man's head are from the Whip that Beats Gods.

Jiang Taigong is worthy of being the one who was given the title of 50-50 in the Conferred Gods.

"Junior Brother Chen Geng..."

Lu Yue approached step by step. The ground and walls were covered with a dense fungal carpet, which looked extremely strange because of its bright red color.

Chen Geng wanted to move away, but he found countless eyes opened in the fungal blanket.

He scratched his ears and cheeks, his flesh and bones boiling, and he was gradually being devoured by the fungal mat, but he didn't have the strength to resist.

What puzzled Yang He was that the ordinary people around him were not affected by the plague.

"Master Lu... Senior Brother, please don't kill me, just because I've been protecting the Plague Array for you. Please don't kill me!"

"Brother Chen Geng, I have never asked you to increase the number of plague messengers, right?"

"Junior brother acted on his own initiative. It will never happen again in the future!!"

The corners of Lu Yue's mouth rose. The mortal corpses that had been trampled to death by the plague messenger turned into blood mist and fell on the fungal carpet along with the rain.

I saw the flowers blooming one by one, and dozens of people were born from them.

They had no souls, but their bodies were no different from when they were alive. They then knelt among the crowd in the market with a dazed expression.

Yang He was deeply shocked and did not understand Lu Yue's purpose of reshaping his body for the mortal world.

Lü Yue smiled and said, "Junior brother, if there are too many plague messengers, it is easy to cause unnecessary damage to the mortal world. We should put people first."

Chen Geng opened his mouth wide and looked at Lu Yue, who had a compassionate face.

Yang He felt his hair stand on end because Lu Yue's tone was exactly the same as Jiang Ziya's. It was obvious that Jiang Ziya's consciousness had not been erased.

No wonder the Third Prince's message mentioned Jiang Ziya. Even if he had not participated in the plague messenger's poison-making, Lu Yue would still have come to him.

Yang He felt a little headache, wondering when Lu Yue's disordered memory would be restored.

"Junior Brother Chen Geng, please go."

"Brother, I will not interfere with the plague array anymore!"

Chen Geng kowtowed repeatedly and forced himself to stand up despite the fact that his flesh and blood were already stuck to the fungal blanket. Half of his skin was torn off, exposing his internal organs.

Lu Yue didn't even look at Chen Geng and continued to walk towards Yang He.

Chen Geng glanced at Yang He with resentment. Now that his foundation was severely damaged, he dared not stay in the market any longer and fled to the north of Xiqi City.

"Dragon Beard Tiger Disciple."

Yang He quickly transformed into a human form and watched Lu Yue come within a hundred meters.

"Disciple has met the master."

Lu Yue's mouth was grinning from ear to ear, and he sighed in disappointment: "My disciple, you have been a disciple for ten years, why is your cultivation progress so slow? Tell me, why don't you focus on cultivation?"

The words were plain, but the market place was in turmoil.

A giant human face emerged from the dark clouds, with poisonous insects overflowing from its open mouth. There was a hint of murderous intent flashing in Lu Yue's eyes.

"Tell me, why don't you focus on practicing?!"

"Cough cough cough."

Yang He's body temperature rose. Although he was clearly a half dragon and half corpse, his skin was covered with red rashes and his yang fire suddenly decreased.

The fungal blanket wrapped around Yang He and drilled straight into his flesh, blood and bones.

Yang He knew that if he continued to let Lu Yue go, he would die suddenly sooner or later.

"Master, you don't know that I have just changed to practicing the Nine Refining Gu Insect Method, and my Plague Eyes ability has just begun to develop, so I am only at the Zuodan level."

"Oh?"

Yang He opened his vertical eyes tentatively, and the pupil ghost turned into a ladybug and crawled on his forehead.

Lu Yue frowned, and the expressions on the left and right halves of his face were different. The left side showed disdain after being scrutinized, while the right side showed some relief.

"Longxuhu, the Nine Refining Gu Insect Technique's Sitting Dan Stage is divided into three steps."

"Nests, silk, and poison."

The Nine-Refined Gu Insect Method begins at the Zuodan stage, and the practice method is biased towards tempering the soul. The gestational nest refers to transforming the Niwan Palace into an insect nest.

The soul is condensed into silk until it produces a spiritual consciousness like that of an insect's silk.

Brewing poison adds plague to the spirit.

It just so happens that the Nine-Refined Gu Worm Technique and the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Dharmakaya have one soul and one body.

Lu Yue said coldly: "You have decent talent, but your attitude towards practice is too lazy. From now on, I will teach you personally."

Yang He laughed dryly a few times. Lu Yue was obviously influenced by Jiang Ziya.

"Thank you, Master."

He had no way of refusing and so agreed. Even if it only took up some of Lu Yue's energy, delaying time would only benefit him.

Lu Yue's tone slowed down and became similar to Jiang Ziya's. "I will bring the resources needed for the Zuodan realm. If you need additional resources, you can let me know through the seal of Jiulong Island."

The seal in Yang He's Niwan Palace felt slightly warm, and it had some connection with Lu Yue. "Practice well, we will meet our fellow disciples after the plague array ends."

Lu Yue is crazy, but Yang He has no doubt about the truth. With such a disaster happening in Xiqi, a war between the orthodox sect and the unorthodox sect is inevitable.

"Longxuhu, I will come to find you in three days."

"Disciple respectfully sends off...Master."

Yang He almost blurted out "See you back Master Lu", but who knows which consciousness will prevail now? What if Jiang Ziya will be unhappy?
Lu Yue disappeared, and the bloody fungal carpet turned to ashes.

Hundreds of ordinary people in the market were busy again. They swept the streets and repaved the blue bricks that Zhou Ji had destroyed.

Yang He stood there, seeming out of place.

"But where is Jiang Taigong's treasure bag? Logically speaking, as a tool for possessing other bodies, Lu Yue should carry it with him."

At this moment, the pupil ghost gave out a warning, and the black cat under his feet also looked a little uneasy.

Yang He left immediately. There would definitely be some trouble with Lu Yue's personal teaching, so he decided to reunite with Nezha first.

The pupil ladybug flew to the back of his head and saw a figure approaching him. The other person had a green face and fangs, and eight arms were wrapped around his chest.

"Li Qi mentioned that there are four plague messengers in Xiqi. Zhou Ji has died in my hands. This person should also be a plague messenger."

"It's not a good thing."

Yang He’s current identity is very special, equivalent to the true disciple chosen by Lu Yue, while the other plague messengers have completely become outer disciples.

It would be fine if Lu Yue's mind was clearer, but the problem is that the two consciousnesses share one brain, and the plague messenger and Chen Geng will definitely not be willing to let Yang He be superior to them.

Yang He summoned out the leather Taoist robe and the copper coin sword restrained its aura.

The moment he passed through the alley, he had already disguised himself as Yang the temple priest, and then he passed by the plague messenger openly.

The plague messenger snorted coldly and muttered a few words with a fearful expression.

Yang He made sure that no one was paying attention to him and quickly found Mingshan, who was in a dilemma. The latter was hesitating whether to go to the market to investigate.

"Mingshan, my nephew."

Mingshan came to his senses and turned around to see Yang He, who was covered in scars.

His blood rushed to his head and his face flushed, and he didn't know how to start for a moment.

Although he had never recognized Longxuhu, Jiang Ziya had occasionally mentioned him before, and every time he would praise his disciple for his kind nature without hesitation.

"Let's go, Brother Mingshan, let's go to the Chan Sect's base first."

Yang He held the Kunlun Mountain Seal in his palm to dispel Mingshan's concerns.

"Uncle."

Mingshan's voice was a little choked up, "Master Nezha was seriously injured, and Jiang Taigong is missing. Several fellow Taoists have already..."

"Don't worry, I came to Xiqi to break the plague array."

Yang He patted Mingshan on the shoulder, and the latter was inexplicably convinced by Yang He's words.

The two of them deliberately took a detour and arrived at the wine shop in the evening. Tonggui noticed that the noise in the backyard was getting more and more intense.

The thirteen old Taoist priests who were sitting in front of the big vat stood up.

The vat returned to calm.

Nezha panted heavily for a long time, then let out a hearty laugh.

When had Yang He ever seen Nezha in such a miserable state? Even when he was imprisoned in Linglong Pagoda and suffered from the burning of karma fire, Nezha remained conscious and clear-headed.

Lu Yue's plague almost caused Nezha to become a demon.

"Longxuhu greets all of you fellow disciples of the Chan Sect."

The monks were excited, and despite their weakness, they bowed, "Fellow Daoist Longxuhu, Jiang Taigong..."

"My master is not dead. I have learned about Jiang Taigong's situation. I will go to rescue Brother Nezha once he recovers."

"Great."

Taoist Qingfeng fell to the ground exhausted, and the Yang Fire was about to go out.

The thirteen people all relied on their faith to hold on, and they almost died because of the relief.

"But Nezha..."

"I learned alchemy from Jiang Taigong, so why not let me try it?"

The tripod landed in the backyard and immediately turned into a size of four meters, swallowing up the large vat containing Nezha. Then negative energy poured into the vessel.

pat pat pat.

The tripod made a dull sound, thick poisonous smoke came out of the cracks, and karmic fire burned.

"That's great! Keep going, brother!"

The other cultivators felt ashamed of themselves as Yang He, who had only been their disciple for ten years, had already mastered alchemy and was able to suppress Nezha's poison simply by using the alchemy cauldron.

Yang He frowned slightly, far less optimistic than the others.

The plague has already merged with Nezha's body and soul. Thanks to the karma fire that can burn the impurities, Nezha was prevented from turning into a pool of pus.

Taoist Qingfeng took out some scattered Yin objects and said, "Brother, the resources have been exhausted. See if the remaining spiritual materials can be used."

Yang He nodded and did not reject the kindness of the monks.

But in order to eliminate the plague, one must refine a powerful medicine to fuel the karmic fire, otherwise the plague will come back to life if the roots are not removed.

Yang He looked at the Nine Dragon Island seal and felt that Lu Yue would come to him at any time.

"Leave Senior Brother Nezha to me. You guys move to another station as soon as possible and find a secluded place to recover from your injuries."

After hesitating for a few moments, the monks agreed, and Master Mingshan and his disciples were the only ones left in the wine shop to keep watch.

Yang He plans to try to obtain resources from Lu Yue.

The God of Plague said that if you want money, just ask for it, so you have to give him some face.

(End of this chapter)