Mythology

Chapter 242: Yang He’s Father’s Blessing
Ping An Hospital is in such a dilapidated state that there is almost no intact part.

The walls were riddled with holes, with dark red liquid oozing from the cracks. From time to time, there were traces of footprints slowly walking on the ground.

Teng Hanfei stood in front of the gate, watching the drizzle covering the Ten Absolute Formations.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

The Ten Absolute Formations are becoming more and more real. Yesterday it was still early spring, but in just one night, the Ten Absolute Formations had entered the hot rainy season.

"Brother Teng, the evil spirit in Ping An Hospital has woken up."

"kindness."

Teng Hanfei responded and then walked into the semi-open hall. He saw a fire covering four meters in the center, forming a spiritual cover like an upside-down porcelain bowl.

This magic circle is obviously used to seal away evil spirits.

A total of twelve Jiejiao monks were standing by, ready for battle.

The so-called evil spirit is an old man in his seventies or eighties, with a hunched back and covered with pus-filled sores. Most of his skin has ulcerated and he exudes a disgusting stench.

The old man looked like he would die at any moment, his cloudy eyes expressionless.

Who would have thought that the old man was the evil spirit behind Ping An Hospital, comparable to the ghost of the underworld (Guixu). It was said that he called himself... Yang Sanlang?

While Teng Hanfei was thinking, the old man murmured sadly.

"I have four sons with different destinies. One of them was buried and disappeared. His soul was covered by the yellow earth and he returned."

"One son suffocates and dies silently, his breath stops and his soul dissipates."

"A son is cut with a thousand knives, his bones are torn apart with pain, the knife light is like snow and blood stains the ground."

"One whip causes blood and flesh to burst, and the whip shadow is like a snake and the soul flies away."

A Jiejiao monk asked with a smile: "Brother Teng, who are the four sons he mentioned?"

"It's normal for ghosts to breed ghosts in the Ten Absolute Formation. The fourth one should be the remaining evil spirits in the hospital. Haha, it's not a pity to die when they meet the eldest brother."

thump.

The old man's face was full of resentment, and he banged his head hard against the magic circle.

Suddenly, the flesh began to sizzle and a mixture of five-colored flames continued to burn, and the old man could be heard wailing.

"Let Yang Sanlang stop. This ghost is still useful for now."

Teng Hanfei looked up with fear, and saw blood oozing out of the ceiling.

According to Zhao Gongming, a group of ghosts are already fighting for Ping'an Hospital. Once Yang Sanlang dies, a new ghost will be born, and the hospital will inevitably become dangerous again.

Of course, we can also suppress those half-human, half-ghost disciples of the Chan sect.

"Yes."

The Jiejiao monk activated the magic circle, and the flames kept stirring. Suddenly, the old man curled up on the ground and fainted, with most of the negative energy in his body dissipated.

They deliberately persisted for a while longer, and then contentedly closed the magic circle.

"Cough cough cough."

Teng Hanfei raised his eyebrows and noticed that Yang Sanlang had already sat up cross-legged with an extremely calm expression and was no longer talking to himself.

He suddenly felt that Yang Sanlang in front of him was a little strange.

"What time is it now?"

Teng Hanfei was stunned for a few moments before he realized that it was Yang Sanlang who was asking him.

Then he discovered that Yang Sanlang actually had a faint yang fire rising, and his every move became more like that of a living person.

"Yang Sanlang, you are dying. Maybe if you move less you can live a few more days."

The Ten Absolute Formations are not from the present world, and the definition of humans and ghosts is very vague.

Teng Hanfei had encountered a similar situation before. The evil spirit regained consciousness before dying, then rekindled its yang fire, but died again not long after.

"I know, so I want to ask what time it is now?"

The other cultivators wanted to activate the magic circle, but Teng Hanfei stretched out his hand to stop them.

"Noon."

"kindness."

Yang He nodded slightly and said no more. The dean was weaker than he had imagined.

Unlike his regular role, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and even the recovery of his five senses became abnormally slow.

If he doesn't respond, it will be extremely difficult for him to survive until tomorrow.

The only thing to be thankful for is that now he doesn’t even need the memory pill to recover his memory, perhaps it is also because of entering and exiting the Ten Absolute Formations again and again.

Yang He could feel cold gazes sweeping over him from all directions, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him in the dark.

He raised his eyes to look at the ceiling, and saw densely packed eyeballs clustered together in the dark and boundless crack, like bunches of rotten grapes, their pupils flashing with greedy light.

The spiritual vision slowly increases.

"They all want to replace me..." Yang He whispered to himself, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "But the strength is not enough."

Yang He has discovered the strange patterns of the Ten Absolute Formations.

Usually, ghost domains are attached to evil spirits, but this is not the case with the Ten Absolute Formations. Ghost domains like the Ping An Hospital are closely related to the eye of the formation, which is the Ten Heavenly Lords and the Corpse Taoist Child.

The ghost domain that caused the Ten Absolute Formations will not disappear with the death of the evil spirits.

Yang He had a mocking look on his face, so the other evil spirits in the hospital were already ready to take his place and become the new dean.

"The more chaotic the better. Otherwise, how can I fish in troubled waters?"

He did not bring the three ghosts with him on this trip, so the Yin energy he could mobilize was relatively limited.

But it doesn’t matter, I’m more prepared than ever.

Yang He glanced at the Niwan Palace and saw smoke and dust coming out of the tripod, with one or two thousand evil corpses floating in it.

He had already done some simple refining in the main world, and now the twelve incarnations were taking shape.

In addition to the tripod, there is also a pure yin coffin which is now somewhat useless, as well as various miscellaneous elixirs, mainly considering that the situation in Ping An Hospital is more complicated.

Now it seems that there is indeed an opportunity to exploit.

Teng Hanfei frowned tightly. It was obvious that Yang Sanlang was about to die, and most of the negative energy in his body had dissipated. His sudden awakening was actually more like a last breath of life, but... but... why did he feel an inexplicable fear in his heart?

at this time.

Teng Hanfei suppressed all distracting thoughts and took out the jade pendant that connected the Jiejiao sect from his arms. His fellow Taoist asked him to rush to the subway station of Xiangshan Academy.

"You stay with Yang Sanlang. We have found the trace of the true teachings of the Chan Sect. Next, we need to focus on the Xiangshan Academy."

"Brother Teng, will the eldest brother take action?"

"Not for the time being. The eldest brother has other plans and cannot devote all his energy to everything. The only trouble is some disciples who have just infiltrated the Chan Sect."

Teng Hanfei glanced at Yang He, who had no intention of hiding anything and listened carefully to their conversation. "That's it. Once Yang Sanlang dies, you will evacuate Ping An Hospital."

"Yes!"

Seeing Teng Hanfei turn around and leave, a cultivator couldn't help but ask, "Brother, Yang Sanlang's previous incarnation was a ghost of the underworld comparable to the Guixu realm. Can we get some of his remains?"

Teng Hanfei waved his hand, "Yang Sanlang's Yin Qi has dissipated, and his body will probably be equivalent to an ordinary killer ghost after his death. You can deal with it as you wish."

After saying that, he hurried to Xiangshan Academy.

Yang He was lying on the ground wrapped in a torn quilt. "Who created this magic circle? I guess you can't solve it, right?"

However, no one paid any attention to Yang He.

The Jiejiao monks were only concerned with discussing how to divide Yang Sanlang's body.

Yang He was thoughtful. The magic circle was of the fire element, and he couldn't help but think of another powerful man from the Jiejiao.

The Immortal in Flame, Luo Xuan.

He is also a disciple of Jiejiao, and it is very likely that he can be transformed by the Samadhi True Fire.

"The Twelve Golden Immortals haven't arrived yet, so Luo Xuan won't show up, right? But one thing is certain, the Immortals' great fight will begin sooner or later."

Yang He was too lazy to say anything and just waited silently for the night to come.

One can hear the Jiejiao monks discussing the distribution of the corpses. After everyone is satisfied, they begin discussing how to maximize the utilization of the corpses.

“Although Yang Sanlang’s corpse is not as good as before, it is the remains of a ghost from the underworld after all. It is more than enough to be refined into a magic weapon.”

"That's right, bones can be refined into vaginal organs, flesh and blood can be used to feed spiritual beasts, and even the pus in those abscesses may be able to be extracted into a deadly poison!" another person echoed.

Yang He sneered a few times, turned a deaf ear to the noise, wrapped himself tightly in the torn cotton quilt, closed his eyes and rested.

Half a day passed in a flash.

Due to the rainy season, it got dark early.

Dark clouds loomed overhead and rain poured down on the dilapidated roof of the hospital.

The corridor became eerie, the dim lights flickered constantly, and rustling noises could be heard from overhead every now and then.

The monk stopped talking, and the atmosphere became inexplicably depressing.

"Almost."

Yang He muttered to himself, with a hint of malice at the corner of his mouth.

He stood up slowly, and the torn cotton wool slipped off his shoulders.

"Originally, with the protection of the magic circle, the doctors in the hospital will not act rashly. They still have the patience to wait for the old dean to die."

"But."

"It's not certain if the old dean suddenly comes back to life."

Some cultivators approached the magic circle and had no idea what Yang He was muttering.

In front of them, Yang He took out a dozen pills and stuffed them into his mouth, among which was a black and gray corpse-reincarnation pill.

It was this pill that had granted Yu Zheng and the other man their incomplete immortal bodies.

【Corpse Pill】

[After taking it, the body's defects can be restored, and a trace of the aura of the immortal body can be imparted. ]

The pill melted in his mouth, and rich Yin energy instantly flowed through his body.

Yang He's fangs protruded outwards, green hair kept growing all over his body, and the stench of corpse spread out. When it came into contact with the magic circle, it immediately made a crackling sound.

The role of the dean is indeed closely related to the corpse Taoist boy. He can easily obtain one-tenth to one-twelfth of the corpse-transmutation immortal body. The yang fire is extinguished, and a thick yin fire burns on his shoulders.

Yang He felt very strange. His realm did not improve, but it was as if he was in the ghost realm, and the hospital lobby seemed to become a part of himself.

"what?"

The character of the dean seems...salvageable?
Yang He no longer heard the sound of his body being carved up.

The monks became panicked and immediately activated the magic circle, and flames suddenly appeared.

Yang He gave a middle finger, then took out the Pure Yin Coffin in advance and got inside, isolating himself from the fire outside and making his Yin organs unable to bear the weight.

"Hold on for a while, Pure Yin Coffin. I will refine a PLUS Yin Treasure version for you someday."

dong dong dong.

The cracks in the ceiling were propped open.

The doctors in the hospital would never sit idly by. With a series of teeth-grinding sounds, four or five evil heads popped out.

One could vaguely see that his body was hunched and his skin looked as if it had been soaked in formalin for a long time.

After Yang He regained partial control of the hospital, the doctors were unable to enter the hall, but this did not prevent them from attacking the magic circle that protected the dean.

The smell of blood permeates the air.

He silently absorbed the power of the medicine, and soon, the monk's screams stopped abruptly.

The magic circle was gradually on the verge of collapse. After the doctors discovered Yang He's intention, they retracted into the ceiling and stared at Yang He through the cracks.

The scope of the hospital controlled by Yang He became more and more serious, spreading to all parts of the grassroots.

suddenly.

The dull footsteps came from far away.

"Father, you are back."

(End of this chapter)