Mythology

Chapter 148 Witness…History

In just a few moments, the pile driving was almost complete.

Suddenly, cold winds howled in the mass grave, and hundreds of thousands of corpses turned into ghosts, wailing one after another, and the yin energy became extremely dense.

"The saints have created countless things. Even if I haven't become an immortal, I have already transcended the mundane world."

Yang Jian was filled with admiration.

He knew how complicated this formation was and it could not be made up for by the number of people. Even if he led thousands of monks, he might not be able to complete it.

Suddenly Yang Jian noticed that Yang He's whole body was undergoing strange changes.

To be precise, it is the flesh, blood and bones that are losing control and turning into evil, with countless tentacles extending from the skin and flesh, twisting and extending on the body surface.

"Friend Wuque Buddha, are you okay?"

Yang Jian asked through telepathy, and the answer he received filled him with awe.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a backlash. It can't compare to the suffering that the people of Xiqi have endured."

A light flashed in Yang Jian's eyebrows, and 30% of his Yin energy was infused into Yang He's body to help the latter resist the impact of the backlash.

Yang He was delighted to see this. He thought that the cultivation of gods and ghosts through the Immaculate Buddha was extremely smooth, and the evil spirits that the saint's disciples had become must have something special.

But it is inevitable to consume extra life span, and one can vaguely sense the saint's displeasure.

Yang He glanced behind him and saw the shadow of Nuwa. Her face was expressionless, but from time to time she would glance at him as if assessing the situation.

"It's also thanks to the effectiveness of the life stake, otherwise the goddess Nuwa would definitely wipe me out."

Rumble.

Cracks appeared on the ground.

Mycelium grows from the cracks, and countless souls can be seen struggling.

Fine rain mixed with plague gathered between the clouds, but before it could land, the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan blew away Lu Yue's counterattack again.

Lu Yue had an ugly expression on his face, and while dealing with Nezha and the other man, he looked at Yang He.

"Tongtian Sect Master said that Nuwa endured a huge amount of resentment during the festival, and it would take at least three thousand years for it to digest before it could be born. All the disciples followed and were imprisoned in Nuwa Palace. Why did an Immaculate Buddha appear?"

At first, Lu Yue thought that Yang He was just a disguised disciple of the Chan Sect, and wanted him to release millions of souls on his own initiative. Unexpectedly, he was indeed a disciple of the saint.

Yang He looked like he might turn into a demon at any moment, but he recovered almost completely in just a few breaths.

It is the immortality that is unique to Nuwa's disciples.

When Lu Yue saw the incomprehensible smile on Yang He's lips, he felt frightened for some reason, as if the other party was certain that he would die.

He was suspicious by nature, and the more he thought about it, the more strange and inexplicable it seemed.

Lu Yue couldn't help but recall the strange behavior of Longxuhu.

Longxuhu is a disciple of Jiang Ziya, but it seems that he allowed him to take over his body intentionally or unintentionally. Could it be that all this was a plan arranged by the Chan sect?

Lu Yue seemed a little flustered, and was distracted to confirm the progress of rebuilding his body.

The physical body went very smoothly.

After all, Longxuhu was born with an immortal body, and he had practiced the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique, so it was a natural thing for him to reshape his body. In another hundred years, Lu Yue was confident that he could regain his peak cultivation level.

"Even if it's an open conspiracy, there's no way. Even if we find another body that matches, it's impossible to take over the body under the eyes of the Chan Sect."

"Bah!"

Nezha took advantage of Lu Yue's distraction to concentrate the karmic fire.

"Old Plague Ghost, pay attention, my fire spear has no eyes!!"

Whoosh.

A big hole appeared in Lu Yue's chest, and the severe pain made him lose all his mind.

"damn it!"

The Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan poured out flames, and the high temperature brought by the treasure did not give Lu Yue any chance to recover from his injuries.

Jiang Ziya did not hesitate at all and took the initiative.

Half of his body came out of Lu Yue's back, taking away at least 80% of his Yang energy.

Lu Yue was gradually forced into a desperate situation and could only delay time as much as possible. No matter what, he had to hold on until his body was reshaped before dying.

At the same time, the arrangement of the piles was nearing completion.

The soul has left and turned into a visible tornado in the streets and alleys.

Yang Jian used the Yin energy to nourish his soul, and at the same time used the fire energy of the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan in mid-air to ignite millions of mortal Yang fires.

"As long as millions of souls return to the mortal world, the fate of the Great Zhou will be determined. No matter how Jiejiao plans, it will be useless."

He couldn't help but think of the nearly ten thousand coupled fairy insects that had disappeared.

From the beginning to the end, no disciples of Jiejiao intervened in the plague formation. Lu Yue was like a discarded pawn, and the Shang Dynasty might still have a chance to succeed.

"The soul is back!!!"

At the same time as Yang He finished driving the life stakes, millions of ordinary people regained their vitality one by one.

The soul traveled through the body, the distorted facial features returned to calm, and he could hear someone calling his name in his ear.

The moment the answer was given, the soul had already entered the Niwan Palace.

Snapped.

The people suddenly fell to the ground, and their pale faces regained some bloodshot.

Yang He had a subtle expression. The three yang fires of the Immaculate Buddha burned more and more vigorously, and his life span, which was originally only six years, began to increase slowly.

Seven years.

nine years.

Twelve years.

Thirty-two years.

.........

Yang He suddenly realized that if Nuwa's disciples wanted to live longer, they should accumulate merits.

When Chentang Pass was flooded, it was Jiang Ziya who broke the magic circle, so his life span was not counted on his own; the merits of Yanqu Town were real, but there were only tens of thousands of people, so it was barely extended by one year.

There are millions of ordinary people in Xiqi, and their merits are enough to enable the Immaculate Buddha to live a hundred years.

“If the Immaculate Buddha causes the deaths of millions of mortals, this small account will probably be directly destroyed.” Yang He smiled awkwardly and bowed to the shadow of Nuwa.

The speed at which souls returned to the bodies became increasingly rapid, and before long, the streets and alleys were filled with unconscious men, women, and children.

The plague array was thus broken, and sunlight illuminated every corner of Xiqi.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Lu Yue was at the end of his rope. Without the help of the plague array and seriously injured, how could he withstand the siege of the disciples of the Chan sect?

Jiang Ziya broke out of the body, and the corpses of seven divine birds flew around Lu Yue.

Lu Yue was reduced to ashes bit by bit.

"Jiang Ziya, we will meet again. Don't think you can kill me!"

When Lu Yue saw Jiang Ziya was stunned, he quickly counted with his fingers and realized that he was worrying too much. The Chan Sect had not anticipated the back-up plan at all.

"Hahaha!!"

boom.

Lu Yue let the flames burn out, his eyes full of resentment.

"Uncle Jiang, what's wrong?"

Nezha put away his flaming spear, grabbed Lü Yue's ashes, rubbed them in his palm, and then spat them mixed with saliva accurately into a toilet in Xiqi.

"Your junior fellow apprentice, Longxuhu, has been possessed by the old plague ghost."

Nezha's forehead veins popped out, "Where is my junior brother? I'll go find him right away."

"The underground river is thirty-two miles to the north."

"it is good."

Nezha stepped on the wind-fire wheel and sank into the well.

There was a flash of worry in Jiang Ziya's eyes. By now in the Battle of the Gods, most of his disciples had been killed or injured. He thought that Longxuhu could survive.

"Hey, I hope everything is alright. Lu Yue is really a centipede that will not die without stiffening its body."

"But the general trend is irreversible. Lü Yue alone is no longer able to prevent the Shang army from being defeated."

Jiang Ziya worked with Yang Jian to resettle the people.

Dozens of disciples of the Chan sect came to Xiqi from outside the formation and sprinkled the talisman water prepared in advance on every house in the city.

If mortals are trapped in a jar of insects for a long time and cannot eliminate the remaining plague poison in their bodies, a plague may really break out if they are not careful.

The two had just finished their work, but they saw that the evil spirit at the city gate had not dissipated yet.

Yang Jian glanced with his heavenly eyes.

The Immaculate Buddha has grown to a size of over ten meters, his body covered in ever-growing flesh and blood, and an extremely terrifying evil is about to be born from him.

Ho ho ho! !

Countless mouthparts opened on the body, and each face tried to break free from the Immaculate Buddha.

It was only thanks to the suppression of the Five Gods that the ghost was prevented from being born.

"Friend Wujiu, you..."

Yang Jian shook his head, not knowing what to say. Jiang Ziya also came to the side, and the light of the apricot yellow flag enveloped the huge creature.

In their view, Yang He was here to save millions of ordinary people from falling into evil.

Perhaps only a saint can teach the qualities of the Pure Buddha.

"Don't worry, my two Taoist friends. I will take the evil spirit back to Nuwa Palace and eliminate it."

The two looked at each other in surprise. They didn't expect that Yang He still retained his intelligence.

The evil spirit bred in Yang He's body is called "plague ghost". It is usually born in places where plague is rampant and is not that rare.

It is only because of the birth of the Pure Land Buddha that this ghost is very special.

All ghosts have physical form, and plague ghosts are no exception. However, this ghost is made up of a mass of disordered germs and dust.

Yang He had a hunch that this ghost could easily integrate into the ghost body.

He was in no hurry to end the performance. "Jiang Taigong, I'm sure you can see that the Five Paths Divine Skills I practiced were taught to me by Longxuhu by chance. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Jiang Ziya smiled and replied: "The Five Road Gods are just what I learned from the Five Ghosts Moving. If the Immortal Buddha does not mind, I can teach you everything."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

"Excuse me, Five Paths God is not my main method, I only have the first six levels, and Five Ghosts Moving is my master's method. I will give it to you after I meet my master and ask him about it."

"That's enough."

Yang He was extremely satisfied. His life span had been fixed at 134 years. It would be no problem for him to reach the fifth realm when the Immaculate Buddha came.

Jiang Ziya taught Yang He without reservation, and the division of realms became clearer and clearer.

Acquired (weak ghost), innate (evil ghost), sitting on the elixir (evil ghost), transformation (evil ghost), concentration (killing ghost), and mixed origin (yin spirit ghost).

The Hunyuan Realm is already very close to becoming an immortal. At first glance, Wulu Shen's description of the Hunyuan Realm already partially involves the period before becoming an immortal.

"Junior brother is not dead!"

Nezha lifted the dragon's corpse and broke through the ground, then carefully placed the dragon-whiskered tiger's body at the city gate.

The dragon corpse still retained a faint trace of life, and the injuries on its chest and abdomen were slowly recovering.

Jiang Ziya let out a long sigh and wrapped the dragon-whiskered tiger in rags. "Where's Lu Yue? Have you found his reincarnation?"

Nezha curled his lips and said, "When I found the body, the old plague ghost had disappeared. Humph, it is impossible for him to cause trouble again in the next few decades."

He looked around Xiqi and couldn't help but smile, "Millions of mortal bodies and souls are safe, and the old plague ghost has taken on the karma of causing chaos in Xiqi in vain."

"Brother Nezha, nearly 10,000 people have their heads separated from their bodies."

Yang Jian added helplessly: "In the future, if they are slightly stimulated by Yin Qi, their brains may turn into ghosts. I don't know how to arrange it."

Yang He also noticed that there were monks bringing tens of thousands of people to the city gate.

All of them are survivors of the coupled fairy insect. Even if their souls return, their heads are still shrunken and withered, and smaller than those of normal people.

Yang He felt that the man looked familiar, and his pupils trembled.

(End of this chapter)