Mythology

Chapter 2 [Hungry Ghost Path (Warrior)] (asking for monthly ticket)
Old man Yang looked at Yang He worriedly and noticed that the boy was covered in sweat.

"Ahe, if you are not feeling well, go home first."

"Dad, it's okay. I'll accompany you until you finish delivering the goods and then rest."

Yang He responded with a wry smile, trying hard to ignore the long-tongued ghost that passed by him. The worldview he had built up over the past two months had been completely shattered.

What made him despair was that he was unable to turn off his spiritual vision.

This means that one must get used to living with countless ghosts. If one wants to consume spiritual vision, it seems that one can only rely on the lotus that has just been obtained.

Yang He knew that now was not the time to explore worldly things, so he held the lotus seeds close to his body.

"Ahe, give me the mule." Old man Yang confirmed that Yang He did not have a fever, and since his son repeatedly asked, he agreed.

Yang He knew that he needed to go to the martial arts gym.

At least to be sure.

What on earth are warriors? Otherwise, I would have trouble sleeping or eating.

"Okay, Dad."

"It just so happens that I can take you to meet Coach Jin, whom I am familiar with."

Old man Yang took the initiative to lead the mule, and the two of them walked through the busy streets and delivered the bundled seasonal vegetables to the corresponding restaurants and businesses.

After working for most of the day, the two stopped in front of the martial arts gym.

The plaque clearly reads "Black Water Hall".

There were bursts of shouts coming from the martial arts hall. Dozens of children were training their bodies in the courtyard, under the guidance of a middle-aged coach with his upper body naked.

When the coach saw the father and son, he frowned slightly and looked impatient.

Old man Yang hurriedly pulled Yang He into an alley.

"Ah He, we Cai Jia should not go through the main entrance of the martial arts hall on weekdays. Remember to be careful with your words and actions. The martial arts hall does not allow people to learn secretly, so as not to cause trouble."

"understood."

Yang He was too far away from the warriors, and his spiritual vision did not detect anything unusual for the time being.

On the surface, warriors don't seem to have the characteristics of ghosts?
He thought to himself, "Could it be that the physical constitution of this world is special, and warriors can digest ghost meat without being affected?"

If this is the case, practicing martial arts might be a way to seek self-protection.

dong dong dong.

Old man Yang knocked on the back door and a waiter opened it soon.

When the seasonal vegetables were moved into the martial arts hall, Old Man Yang was in no hurry to leave and started chatting with the waiters.

Outsiders can make a name for themselves in Peibai only if they are good at everything. Old Man Yang knows this very well and gets along well with the guys at the Blackwater Martial Arts School.

After a long time, the person Old Man Yang was waiting for arrived.

Footsteps came closer and closer, and a skinny old man walked out of the inner room with a crutch.

"Yang San."

"Meet Coach Jin."

Yang He had heard from Old Man Yang that the old man was Instructor Jinsong of the Black Water Hall.

Jin Song is over seventy years old. He used to be a warrior in the escort agency. He has retired from the underworld for many years and occasionally teaches children in the Black Water Hall to earn some money.

Old Man Yang was able to get the business of Heishuitang because of his acquaintance with Jinsong.

"Uh."

Yang He was shocked when he saw Jin Song dying.

He knew that warriors would inevitably suffer from the decline of energy and blood as they got older, but he did not expect that Jin Song seemed to be seriously ill and even staggered when walking.

"Yang San, why are you a little later than usual? Are you in trouble?"

"Coach Jin, isn't this the beginning of spring when tobacco sales in Liangshan begin?"

Old man Yang stuffed the change and tobacco into the hands of Jin Song, who nodded in satisfaction and then turned his gaze to Yang He.

"Your son?"

"He's just a kid from my hometown. He doesn't know the rules and hasn't met Coach Jin yet."

"Meet Coach Jin."

Old man Yang thought of Yang He's frail body and silently weighed the surplus money.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Master Jin, can you please accept another disciple so that I can learn martial arts from you and improve my health?"

Jin Song waved his hand and said, "It's difficult. What were you doing a few years ago?"

He touched Yang He's back and said, "It's good for strengthening the body, but it's too dangerous to become a martial artist. The key to martial arts is to practice the skills of a child."

The two chatted casually and didn't notice Yang He's stiff expression at all.

The moment Jin Song touched Yang He, his spiritual vision had already detected something strange.

To be precise, it is the weirdness in the other person's body.

Yang He rubbed his eyes and saw Jin Song leaning against the wall, probably at the position of his stomach, with a faint ghost shadow curled up inside.

The ghost figure was hunched over, his skin was as bony as dry bark, his limbs were bent, and he was motionless, imitating an unborn baby. "Hungry, hungry..."

Yang He's scalp tingled, and he soon realized that all warriors had the same characteristics.

There is a hungry ghost hiding in your stomach.

Perhaps because of the hungry ghost's excessive demands, Jin Song looked tired in just a moment. He said goodbye to Old Man Yang and prepared to return to the inner room.

Yang He didn't want to miss the opportunity to learn about this world, so he couldn't help asking, "Master Jin, do you need turbot to practice martial arts?"

Old man Yang winked, signaling Yang He not to act recklessly.

"Hehe, quite clever." Jin Song patted Old Man Yang's shoulder nonchalantly.

He thought Yang He was not giving up, so he smiled and explained, "Different places are different. The martial arts of Jialiang Water Village are more feminine and water-based, so we started by taking turbot meat."

Yang He opened his mouth slightly and goose bumps appeared on his skin.

No wonder hungry ghosts are so excited before they die.

Once a hungry ghost becomes a medicine, it can be reborn in the body of a warrior and can continuously absorb nutrients from the host.

Jin Song sighed, "Don't look at my declining vitality. When I was young, I was strong and muscular. I could eat at least ten kilograms of cooked meat in one meal. Ha, outsiders think warriors are reincarnated ghosts who died of starvation."

Yang He was speechless and laughed dryly because of the absurdity.

What's the point of qi and blood being weak? It's clearly unable to satisfy the appetite of the hungry ghost in the body. It's estimated that Jin Song will starve to death soon.

Jin Song reminded: "Don't try to take turbot by yourself. Without the support of internal energy, ordinary people will be too weak to be replenished."

Yang He could no longer look directly at the four words "empty and cannot be replenished".

It is clear that the body of an ordinary person cannot accommodate hungry ghosts.

As Coach Jin talked about martial arts, the words in front of Yang He's eyes began to flow again.

[Hungry Ghost Realm (Warrior)]

[Once mastered, the hungry ghost will transform into a dantian that contains Yin Qi. During this period, all the hungry ghost's appetites must be satisfied. When full, the hungry ghost will replenish the flesh, and when hungry, the hungry ghost will devour Qi and blood.]

Yang He took a breath.

According to his understanding, there are as many types of ghosts as there are ways for people to die.

The hungry ghosts alone have developed a strange and inexplicable practice system called martial arts. It is hard to imagine how deep the waters of this world are.

“Cough, cough, cough.” Jin Song coughed violently a few times. “Excuse me, although I survived the winter, my hands and feet are no longer under my control.”

Old Man Yang said quickly, "We father and son will not bother Master Jin anymore."

"Walk slowly without sending."

The two walked out of Black Water Hall.

Old man Yang looked remorseful, "It's all my fault that Dad is useless and has delayed your martial arts training. I'll go to other martial arts schools to ask, and I'll eventually be able to get started."

"Don't!"

"You can't force yourself to learn martial arts. Running a vegetable business is the right thing to do."

Yang He still couldn't figure out the hungry ghost realm. Besides, his family wasn't rich enough to support the hungry ghost in his body who was demanding food without restraint.

Instead of seeking the power to protect yourself, it is better to rely on that lotus seed.

Yang He subconsciously touched the lotus seeds, and the words appeared in front of his eyes again.

[Vulgar things: Lotus-born lotus]

[Related allusion: "Ghost Lotus", whether to consume 1 point of spiritual vision to enter the allusion world]

"Mundane things must be related to ghosts. Does the allusion world refer to the origin of a certain ghost?"

While thinking, the two came to the mud house they rented in the west of the city. The nearby residents were all from other places, so it was relatively deserted.

"Ahe, take a rest for a while. I'll prepare the meal."

"Dad, I'll help you chop wood."

"If you have a cold, don't sweat profusely."

Old Man Yang paused for a few breaths, but seeing no response from Yang He, he could not help but stick his head out.

It turned out that Yang He was staring at the eaves, so he didn't pay any attention to it.

Yang He covered his chest and calmed himself down. From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, a sticky liquid was dripping from the eaves, emitting a fishy smell.

Just by smelling it, he knew the mucus came from hungry ghosts.

And it was a hungry ghost born from the turbot at the morning market!
"Is it a coincidence? Could it be that the hungry ghost had already noticed that I was looking at it?!"

Yang He clenched the lotus seeds tightly. He had to explore the function of mundane things no matter what. He would only die if he relied on luck. Besides...

In the alley outside the earthen house, more than a dozen headless ghosts passed by.

The headless ghost's skin and flesh were bloated, and he was groping for his lost head with his hands. A shrill wailing came from the black blood vessels at the broken neck.

Besides, there are ghosts everywhere!!!
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(End of this chapter)