Mythology

Chapter 224 The Corpse Taoist Can't Change Anything

Yang He felt deeply uneasy, after all, he had never encountered a similar situation before.

He searched his memory again and again, and soon found clues that he had indeed entered the world of allusions, but the memory of playing the role had disappeared out of thin air.

"It can't be because of the panel. It seems that the Ten Absolute Formation is more difficult than expected."

"so."

"Either I died inexplicably as soon as I entered the Ten Absolute Formation, or I had no self-awareness at all in the Ten Absolute Formation."

Yang He is more inclined to the latter. If the death was instantaneous, it would be impossible for him to have no memory of it.

"I guess it's possible to awaken consciousness through external objects? Why not try it again?"

Yang He made a vague decision and started to prepare.

Not long after, three more items appeared in his palm.

A piece of paper with handwriting on it, a jade slip that contains scrambled sentences, and a pill that will bring information into the mind after taking it.

Even if the item falls into the hands of outsiders, your secret will not be exposed.

【Common things: a song in the heart】

[Related stories: 〈Ghost Formation〉, 〈Five-Colored Ghost〉, 〈Nine-Curved Ghost〉, whether to consume 10 points of spiritual vision to enter the story world]

"determine."

The scholar's face that Yang He saw was pale.

[The identity "Scholar" is dead, and cannot be selected to play]

[Scholar: You spent your free time at home reading books, but you accidentally caught a cold and died in your sleeper after just three days.]

"Wind chill?"

"Is there any mistake?"

Yang He recalled the relevant memories. When he chose the scholar, he clearly chose white quality. In theory, as long as it was not gray quality, the health of the character could be guaranteed.

"I'm afraid it's still related to the Ten Absolute Formations. The only thing I'm thankful for is that I only wasted three days."

【Please select the role you play in the story】

[Blacksmith (White): As a blacksmith, you are good at making farm tools. Business has been good recently, and the furnace in the blacksmith shop has never stopped. ]

[Weaver (white): Spring is the time to raise silkworms, so you have already purchased a batch of larvae in advance.]

[Peddler (in white): You followed your parents to set up a stall to sell tea in the streets and alleys. Business has been slow recently. No one has come to patronize in the afternoon.]

[If you do not choose an identity, you will go to the historical site as your real self to play]

Yang He thought for a long time and did not choose to teach any skills, but only took three items.

The Ghost Killing Formation has only been in place for three days, and there is a high probability that the Twelve Golden Immortals have not yet entered the formation. It would not be a good idea to alert the enemy, and the effect of the formation affecting memory may not be immune to even the three ghosts.

"Guliang Street may be derived from the Ten Absolute Formations."

"Play the role of a peddler. It's easier to observe the situation on the streets."

.........

Outside Xiqi City, the sky has turned a colorful purple.

Yeah~
The sound of birds chirping was heard, and their fan-shaped wings landed on the top of the city wall. Their black and brown feathers were now falling and growing repeatedly.

Ever since the meteorite landed, the mountains hundreds of miles away have become bizarre.

The fruits and vegetables are brightly colored, which does not affect their consumption, but their taste is extremely bad, with an indescribable fishy smell.

Rays of light crisscrossed the mountains, they were all the third generation disciples of the Chan Sect who came to help.

The Twelve Golden Immortals have not yet arrived in Xiqi, but many of their disciples have already arrived. In addition to setting up protective formations around various towns, they are also investigating the strength of the Ten Absolute Formations.

No one noticed that the Ten Heavenly Lords were standing on the edge of the Ten Absolute Formation.

The condition of the Ten Heavenly Lords was extremely strange, their flesh, blood and bones were actually slowly collapsing, and the skin near the Ten Absolute Formations could be seen gradually turning into particles and merging into the Ten Absolute Formations.

They were not in human form either. From the neck down they were deformed and horribly evil, and their bloated bodies made it impossible to tell what kind of ghost they were.

"Qin Tianjun, do we really have to integrate our bodies and souls into the Ten Absolute Formation?"

"Maybe... I'll die."

Zhang Tianjun hesitated a little, feeling his vitality gradually disappearing.

The other Heavenly Kings also looked hesitant. In this situation, it was a complete case of everyone rising and falling together. If the Orthodox Sect broke the magic circle, the bodies and souls of the ten Heavenly Kings would all be destroyed.

"Are there any options?"

Qin Wan is the leader of the Ten Heavenly Lords. As he spoke, strange visions bloomed above his head. Spirit roots slowly grew out of his body. The three flowers of essence, energy and spirit only had one petal, as if it was a broken petal that had been eaten by insects.

“Don’t forget, we are all scattered immortals with three flowers gone. For a hundred years, we have relied on Master Tongtian to barely stabilize our bodies and souls.”

He glanced at his fellow Taoists with sharp eyes, "Now that Jiejiao has emerged, we, the Ten Heavenly Lords, will only die if we stay out of it!!"

There are many ways to become an immortal.

The three flowers gathered at the top of the head are true immortals, the heavenly court canonized them as gods, and there are also corpse immortals who became immortals, or ghost immortals who only left their souls...

Among them, the independent cultivators are the most inferior. They fail at the last moment in becoming immortals and can only barely retain their life, neither human, immortal, nor ghost.

Zhao Tianjun nodded and said, "We came to help, of course we have full confidence. The Ten Absolute Formation expands three miles every three days. It won't take long to cover the entire Xiqi."

"We must make sure Jiang Ziya never returns!"

"That's right, so what if they are the Twelve Golden Immortals? The Ten Absolute Formations were taught by saints, and even immortals would be trapped in the formation!!"

Qin Wan did not reply, his spiritual sense looked into the Ten Absolute Formation through the purple light.

All I saw inside was an ordinary street with thousands of people busying around. It was extremely lively and there was no sign of falsehood at all.

The shop opened and the clerk was soliciting customers in front of the door.

Groups of laborers carried packages on their shoulders and delivered goods to the restaurant. Once they finished their work, they sat at the tea stall at the entrance of the alley to chat and drink water.

Qin Tianjun didn't know whether the mortals in the Ten Absolute Formation were real or fake. They just used a large number of corpses as the foundation of the formation, but they didn't expect to create a vivid world. "Qin Tianjun, the few people who were brought into the Ten Absolute Formation have died. Outsiders will not only not notice anything unusual in the formation, but will also encounter disasters and die after three days."

"kindness."

Qin Tianjun nodded. Even if he didn't die in the first disaster, he would face a more terrifying disaster in three days. What is the Ten Absolute Formations? It means that even a true immortal can't survive ten disasters.

Dong Tianjun asked hesitantly: "Will that corpse affect the Ten Absolute Formation?"

Qin Tianjun took a deep breath and asked, "Are you talking about Taiyi Zhenren's second disciple?"

"Well, the Chan Sect seems to have anticipated that we would set up an array here, and deliberately sent the corpse Taoist to integrate into the Ten Absolute Array. I am afraid..."

“There won’t be any variables.”

Qin Tianjun added coldly: "The Ten Absolute Formation conforms to the way of heaven. Even a saint cannot stop it. You see, the Ten Absolute Formation has become more stable with the addition of a corpse Taoist."

"The Ten Absolute Formation is about to evolve. We must retreat three miles immediately."

"it is good."

The Ten Heavenly Lords walked quickly along the mountain, but after just a moment, the Ten Absolute Formations began to shake and purple light began to flash.

Rumble.

The purple light shot straight into the sky and expanded three miles in the blink of an eye.

The area of ​​Guliang Street began to increase, and adjacent streets appeared. From the initial population of two or three thousand people, it became a town of tens of thousands of people. Large tracts of fertile fields could be seen on the outskirts of the city.

The noise spread out, but the ordinary people in the formation were not affected at all.

Qin Tianjun looked at the bustling crowds in the streets and alleys, and vaguely noticed several familiar traces. Thinking carefully, wasn't Guliang Street where he had lived since he was a child?
"The Ten Absolute Formations will change depending on who sets them up."

"The Corpse Taoist is just one person, it is impossible for him to shake the foundation of the Ten Absolute Formation. It is estimated that the part that can be affected has been submerged and disappeared."

.........

The Ten Absolute Formations, a corner of Guliang Street.

"My dear guest, you have been traveling for a long time. Come and have a cup of tea to quench your thirst! It is refreshing and invigorating!!"

"Have a bowl."

"okay!"

"Ah He, take the guests to a seat. Wait a moment and the tea will be served!"

The old couple boiled tea, one while the other added firewood. Their child, who was in his early twenties, received the guests. The makeshift oilcloth tent was steaming hot.

Yang He skillfully used a rag to brush off the dust for the guest.

Soon after I sat down, tea was served in front of me.

Yang He is not from this world. In his previous life, he came from a place called Blue Star. The only thing he had with him was a panel that displayed his spiritual vision.

[Spiritual Vision: 4.8]

[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.]

"I don't know what that means?"

Yang He felt a slight pain in his head, as if he was about to remember something, but before the pain intensified, he cancelled the panel and it disappeared.

He didn't understand why, so he decided to run the tea stall for a few days to observe the situation.

"Yang Daqi, your child is very smart."

"That is!"

Father Yang showed a relieved expression and did not notice Yang He's actions.

Yang He stuffed the copper coin into the cloth pocket of his shirt and frowned slightly. He was surprised to find a foreign object inside and the pain became more and more severe.

"Are you okay, Ah He?"

"Mother, maybe you caught a cold accidentally."

Yang's mother glared at Yang's father in reproach, thinking that it was the latter who made Yang He too tired.

Father Yang said quickly, "Ah He, the stall is almost closed. You can take a rest over there for a while. It's okay."

Yang He agreed and sat at the edge of the stall to remove the foreign object.

A piece of paper, a piece of jade and a piece of elixir.

Yang He's heart was beating wildly. The moment he turned the paper, a purple light suddenly flashed by, but everyone ignored it.

The stinging pain subsided, and there was no writing on the paper.

The jade seemed to have lost its spirituality and became dull and lifeless.

The pills even emit a foul odor.

"Humph, which naughty kid is playing a prank? Give me the dung ball."

Yang He crumpled it into a ball and threw it away, then closed his eyes and rested for a while.

After the last remaining guests left, Yang's father and mother began to pack up the oilcloth tent, and the three of them returned together to the bungalow on the next waterside street.

Yang He couldn't help feeling warm as he watched his parents cooking.

"I had no father or mother in my previous life, so it would be nice to live an ordinary life in this life."

He walked slowly into the wing room, intending to mend the torn clothes. If he accidentally caught a cold, in ancient times when productivity was backward, he would have to rely on his body to get through it.

Yang He was rummaging for needle and thread, his eyes inadvertently glancing towards the corner.

In the utility room, a square wooden box stands out.

Yang He's pupils dilated and he stood there in disbelief.

The wooden box looks more and more familiar.

Why does it look a bit like an old TV from my past life? ! !
(End of this chapter)