Mythology

Chapter 168 Koi of the Fifth Layer of Hell

"This world is crazier than I thought!"

Yang He's throat was dry. He could barely accept that there were evil spirits everywhere in Heaven, but he did not expect that Heaven would become an endless hell that separated yin and yang.

"According to the time when the Great Secretary was established, it is very likely that the Heavenly Palace fell two thousand years ago. It definitely has nothing to do with the Investiture of the Gods. I wonder if it will involve Journey to the West, or..."

"Is there any other allusion after Journey to the West?"

He lamented the depth of the main world, and doubts kept arising in his heart.

Since the heaven is an endless hell, what about the hell that originally carried the six reincarnations? What is the situation of the Western Buddhist world in the future?

Taoism still occasionally exists in Taoist temples in the main world, but Buddhism is almost extinct. At least I have not seen any Buddhist ghosts or gods so far.

"As my vision improves, the connection between the past and the present is becoming closer. I hope this world is not beyond redemption."

Yang He got goose bumps all over his body and exchanged for Bigan's intestines.

After coming to the main world, the information of the stomach and intestines has become completely different, from the original [Wuxingui's stomach and intestines] to [Bigan's stomach and intestines].

【Bigan’s Stomach】

[The Yin object derived from Bigan can enter the body of Wenquxingjun through the stomach and intestines after being refined. ]

"The straw rope connects to heaven, can Bigan's intestines really connect to ghosts and gods?"

Yang He tried to refine the intestines and stomach, and could feel the weirdness of this thing. It was extremely similar to a straw rope in every aspect. It was very likely an evil thing refined by Bigan imitating a straw rope.

He infused it with Yin energy, and his intestines and stomach stood upright in his palms like straw ropes.

But it didn't attract any evil spirits.

Yang He pulled his intestines with force, but they did not move at all, as if he could really use his intestines to go to Bigan's corpse in the second level of hell.

"go."

Swarms of ladybugs landed on the stomach and intestines, and then climbed up little by little.

Yang He carefully observed the stomach and intestines, but saw that the pupil ladybug disappeared without any warning the moment it reached the end.

Followed by.

Yang He lost the sensitivity of the ladybug pupil, and fragments of memories flooded into his mind.

The senses transmitted by the pupil ladybug before death were very rare. At the end of the stomach, it really reached a strange place. The environment was dark and humid, the concentration of yin energy was extremely high, and there was a foul smell...

"Unless he is revived, I am afraid that he can only enter and exit the endless hell through similar evil objects."

"Unfortunately, it is also a disposable Yin object."

Yang He noticed that Bigan's intestines had been rotting continuously since leaving Lutai, and would probably become useless in another month and a half.

"Inherit the cultivation first, the Eye Ladybug in the Demonic Ghost Realm should be able to live a little longer."

"Well, at most I can see the world. Exploring Bi Gan's corpse does not fit my expectation of becoming an immortal in Jialiang Water Village."

Yang He stretched and temporarily stored his intestines and stomach in the mustard seed space.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting outside the door.

Yang He frowned slightly, and suddenly found that the yin energy around him became abnormally distorted.

The three ghosts in the body are nestling in the mud palace, faintly conveying a sense of fear, especially the spirit ghost, who is trembling and hiding behind the pupil ghost.

Only the black cat was heartlessly playing with its tail.

"hiss."

Yang He realized it belatedly and scanned his spiritual vision, a trace of bitterness appeared on his face.

[Spiritual Vision: 1.03]

[Your spiritual vision has reached 1. After experiencing the extremely bizarre nature of the world, you thought you could face the truth calmly, but you didn't know that this is just the tip of the iceberg.]

When he saw that the straw rope was about to be wasted by the dog ghost, he directly exchanged it for spiritual vision. At that time, his attention was on the truth of the endless hell and he did not realize that his spiritual vision had exceeded ten thousand.

"Falling into the fifth level of hell, it's been a long time since my Daoxin has been baptized."

Yang He could only accept it calmly, as he noticed something was wrong at first glance.

The setting sun was glowing red, and the desk was exposed to the sunlight. The traces of growth rings on the surface gradually turned into eyeballs, staring at him.

"After all, the mountains, rivers, plants, and rocks are all ghosts and gods. I can still bear the thought of bringing a piece of furniture to life."

Yang He walked into the sunset, and a gust of autumn wind blew towards him.

The autumn wind was swirling, and with the help of the five senses of the spiritual vision, the sound it made was like a trickle of water, and a faint fishy smell came towards us.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Yang He smiled like a seven-year-old child, resisted the urge to retch, and washed his face with cold well water.

"The air turned into blood? All living things were immersed in blood?"

"It's okay. If I don't move, I'll have to touch flesh and bones. Well, it's still within my tolerance."

As the sun sank into the horizon, the head of the Fairy Guanghan rose.

When the moon is full, the smile of Fairy Guanghan becomes even more terrifying.

Yang He heard strange crunching sounds above his head, as if something huge was gnawing at something, but he couldn't find the source.

"Ahe, it's time for dinner. Come have a couple of drinks with your dad today."

Old man Yang opened the door, and purple-red spots appeared on the surface of the setting sun. At first glance, it looked like the aurora, with an indescribable weirdness.

The more I watch, the more... creepy it gets.

"Got it, Dad. I'll help you clean up the tables and chairs."

Yang He responded to Old Man Yang and stared at the sunset for a few moments with lingering fear. The strange noise in his ears still continued and was getting louder and louder.

Old man Yang brought out the food, having weighed half a pound of pork head meat at the market. He noticed that Yang He's clothes were wet, and worriedly reminded him, "Ah He, the autumn heat is very fierce, you need to put on more clothes."

Yang He put on the coat that was drying outside the room, covering his back which was soaked with cold sweat.

"Look at Mr. Li next door. He accidentally caught a cold the day before yesterday and he still hasn't recovered. He went to bed early."

Yang He heard a rapid cough coming from next door, and the oil lamp went out.

"Jialiang Water Village is good in every way, but the humidity is heavy, and it's easy to get sick if you're not careful. Many people died of illness this year..."

Old man Yang kept talking, and Yang He couldn't help but look next door.

In the room where Li Xiucai was resting, a silk thread appeared at some point. To be more precise, it was an extra silk thread connecting to the clouds.

The other end of the silk thread pierced into Li Xiucai's forehead.

Click click click click.

As the silk thread was pulled, Yang He saw that Li Xiucai's Yang Fire was being drained away bit by bit. It looked like the Yang Fire was being damaged due to illness, but in fact, it was clearly a ghost taking the opportunity to eat him.

He raised his eyes and glanced, his face stiff and still.

boom.

In the clouds shrouded in the night, there were ghosts and gods emitting a thousand-foot-long purple-red light.

The dark clouds rolled wildly, as if they were under invisible pressure. A giant koi fish appeared out of thin air and emerged from the clouds. Although it could not come to the mortal world, it could influence us in some way.

The body of the koi is strange and mysterious, and each scale sparkles with a cold luster, reflecting the purple-red color of the sunset.

As the fish fins moved, ripples appeared in the air like thick blood.

When a mortal falls into a dream, an extra silk thread will appear between his eyebrows. The koi uses the dream to absorb yang energy, although it does not hurt the root.

【King of Inspiration】

"The King of Inspiration, doesn't sound like the ghost god canonized in the Romance of the Gods..."

Yang He suddenly realized, isn’t the King of Inspiration the monster in Journey to the West?

His understanding of Journey to the West is much deeper than that of Romance of the Gods. He had watched the TV series Journey to the West more than once or twice in his previous life as a child.

The King of Inspiration is a monster from Tongtian River who likes to eat young boys and girls.

The original body is a goldfish.

Yang He remembered that the King of Inspiration seemed to be able to sneak into dreams, with Guanyin Bodhisattva as the background, and it seemed that he was raised in Guanyin Bodhisattva's Taoist temple.

"It's enough to know the origin, otherwise you will be scared to death sooner or later."

"call."

Yang He chatted with Old Man Yang from time to time until the sunset disappeared and the King of Inspiration seemed to be very close to the ground.

The King of Inspiration does not only exist in Peibai City.

Ghosts and gods seem to be in different dimensions, but wherever there are people, there are traces of the King of Inspiration.

"Hiccup~~"

Old man Yang was so drunk that he fell asleep on the table.

The silk thread appeared without exception and pierced into the center of the eyebrows.

"Just meditate instead of resting, and be careful with food. The main world is not a place for humans to stay."

Yang He helped the old man into the side room, and soon he was snoring.

He did not stop the King of Inspiration from absorbing the old man Yang's yang energy. On the one hand, ghosts and gods were not something he could deal with. On the other hand, the rule of the main world was that humans and ghosts could coexist.

“The ghosts and gods in Investiture of the Gods feel rather rigid, like corpses.”

"The ghosts and gods in Journey to the West seem to have some intelligence. I don't know if this is an isolated case."

After Yang He cleaned up the dishes, he chose to inherit the corpse boy's cultivation as soon as he entered the house. The three ghosts in his body immediately underwent a transformation.

His foundation was originally extremely strong, so it was natural for him to be promoted to the evil ghost realm again.

Not long after, the three ghosts competed to break through the bottleneck. This time, the descending ghost did not make trouble and stayed in the Niwan Palace without moving.

The ghost had its edges smoothed out and was even actively feeding back to Yang He's soul.

The next few days.

While buying and selling seasonal vegetables, Yang He consolidated his cultivation and discovered that the King of Inspiration only appeared at night. Sometimes, when he was having fun, the koi would even shrink and wander around the streets and alleys.

He figured out the taboos of the King of Inspiration. It seemed that nightmares were likely to attract attention and often hovered over the eaves of young children.

Any other actions would be fine, even if Yang He looked directly at the King of Inspiration.

After Yang He had completely adapted to the terror of the fifth level of hell, his mood became calm again and he was no longer startled.

At the same time, Yu Zheng also brought good news.

Yu Zheng has found some fragments of the plaque, and another new earthly object is being sent to Peibai City by the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce.

It was also mentioned that the Zishi Sect’s headquarters was most likely in a layer of hell.

"I don't know which faction Bigan's corpse belongs to."

Yang He has released dozens of ladybugs, but to no avail.

The pupil ladybugs in the evil ghost realm only survive for a dozen minutes, and the images transmitted back are very blurry. The inside of Bigan's body seems to be desolate, like an endless Gobi Desert.

The intestines and stomach will gradually rot away and, if nothing unexpected happens, will turn into pus within half a day.

Yang He was somewhat unwilling to waste the clues that would lead him to the Endless Hell, so he immediately thought of a method that would allow him to directly explore Bigan's corpse without risking his life.

(End of this chapter)