Mythology

Chapter 294 My Story with the Three Immortal Maidens

"Marriage certificate!"

The marriage certificate is made of human skin, and when you touch it, it feels like a woman's face, with blood and tears streaming down her face around the eyes, as if she is crying silently.

The homepage prominently displays the words, "With a vow of three lifetimes, we forge a bond that transcends the netherworld."

Yang He flipped through several pages and quickly found the woman's signature.

【Clouds】

His pupils contracted slightly. He was very familiar with Yunxiao. This fairy, along with Qiongxiao and Bixiao, were known as the Three Fairy Maidens of the Clouds.

That's right, they are Zhao Gongming's three beloved sisters!
In the original work, after Zhao Gongming's death, the Three Immortal Maidens set up the terrifying Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, which eliminated the three flowers on the tops of the Twelve Golden Immortals and dissipated the five qi in their chests, causing them to directly fall into the mortal realm.

The origins of the Three Immortal Maidens are also extraordinary, especially the leader, the Cloud Maiden, who had already taken human form and attained enlightenment before the creation of the world.

"What the hell does this mean?"

"The Five-Colored Ghosts haven't even started yet, could it be that the Nine-Bend Ghosts are going to take the lead?"

Yang He suddenly realized that his understanding was flawed. The plot of the world of classical allusions was not static; the future was uncertain, and any allusion could undergo inexplicable changes.

He suspected that the condition for triggering the Five-Colored Ghost was playing the role of a Corpse-Taoist Child.

According to the Anuruddha Transformation Seal given by the Taoist Ran Deng, in order to be reborn from the furnace body, one needs to devour its body and soul.

As long as Yang He doesn't play the role of the Corpse-Taoist Child, Kong Xuan is essentially parasitizing a corpse.

"What should we do? We've completely reached a dead end. The Three Immortal Maidens are involved, and it's beyond my control as a mere Hunyuan Realm cultivator."

At that moment, hysterical laughter and the sound of skin peeling off rang out together.

Yang He's hair stood on end. There was no one left alive in the entire camp. Hundreds of soldiers had died tragically, and he was the only one still alive.

He discarded the marriage certificate, and a protective aura enveloped his entire body.

"Waiting three years at the Bridge of Helplessness, only to find white bones embroidered with jewels; betrothal gifts burned into blue butterflies, copper coins exchanged for tolls on the road—"

The price of spiritual vision surged.

Yang He had nowhere to hide and felt as if someone was watching him from not far away.

"We pay homage to Heaven and Earth, and celebrate this joyous occasion between the realms of Yin and Yang!"

"Pay respects to the elders, light incense before the ancestral tablets!"

Although there was no movement in the barracks, Yang He could hear murmurs echoing in his ears, as if an invisible ghost marriage was taking place.

"The couple bowed to each other, the red candles burned dry and the people disappeared, leaving only the sound of the coffin lid closing!"

Yang He had a premonition that he would surely die after the ghost marriage ceremony ended, and that the Three Immortal Maidens would probably have gone mad.

He quickly picked up the marriage certificate, searching for any clues on it.

The handwriting in the groom's column was very blurry, but the three characters Zhao Gongming could be vaguely made out.

"Our flesh is fed to make a pillow of love, our internal organs are laid out like a brocade of mandarin ducks, forever binding our souls together like intertwined branches!"

The ghost marriage is gradually coming to an end.

The betrothal gifts section of the marriage certificate appeared: 'The left eye is a pearl, the throat bone a bell, the three souls fill the sedan curtain, and the seven spirits transform into paper horses.'

Yang He's left eye vanished into thin air, and then it was his throat bone's turn.

It seems that the three souls and seven spirits are next.

Yang He bit his index finger and tried to smear Zhao Gongming's name with the blood, but to no avail. Instead, the marriage certificate became wrinkled, and his spiritual vision intensified.

"How could the deep fusion difficulty of the Corpse Child be so outrageously high?!"

"Could it be related to the three characters?"

"Or is it because all three characters are on the list?"

Yang He estimated that his guess was pretty accurate, which was equivalent to crossing out and rewriting the three names on the Investiture of the Gods.

"what!"

The three souls gradually transformed into the bridal sedan chair, entirely through forced distortion and shaping.

Yang He may not care about the souls of the permanent characters, but he cannot care about his true body. Any loss of his three souls and seven spirits would be a serious injury in the world of the story, and it would take countless years to recover.

"The Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao!" "I'd like to see if you can rival a sage!!!"

Yang He gritted his teeth, a burning pain shooting through his fingertips, and forcefully covered Zhao Gongming's face with each stroke, the three ghosts suppressing the soul's alienation.

The connections between the characters are probably not a secret to the Twelve Golden Immortals.

But there is one thing that even sages cannot know.

That is my own name.

[Yang He]!!

Not only in the world of classical allusions, but in fact, no later books record Yang He's name; it seems as if Yang He's name has been erased over three thousand years.

Yang He didn't think that the mere Three Immortal Maidens could be exempt from worldly affairs!
From the Niwan Palace came the neighing of horses, and the seven souls followed in their footsteps.

Yang He gritted his teeth and focused intently on writing his name. There were no marks on the marriage certificate, and the Three Immortal Maidens seemed not to care at all.

Until...the instant the stroke is completed.

The three characters 'Zhao Gongming', originally deep red, began to writhe like maggots, the ink spreading and gradually being covered by 'Yang He'.

Yang He had a splitting headache, but the transformation of his three souls and seven spirits finally stopped.

He stumbled back several steps and landed hard on his backside in the mud. Dawn was breaking, and it seemed that the nightmarish night was about to end.

However, Ling Shi told Yang He that it was far from over.

pat.

Three hemp ropes soaked in corpse oil fell from the sky.

Yunxiao's body was the first to fall, with deep, bone-revealing indentations on her neck from the hemp rope.

She wore a faded red wedding dress, a broken jade hairpin in her hair, and her rotting fingertips still clutched half a broken marriage thread.

Qiongxiao and Bixiao followed closely behind, their pale skin covered in lividity, like shattered porcelain with fine cracks.

The three corpses swayed gently in the eerie wind, and thick, black blood seeped from the hem of the wedding dress, dripping onto Yang He's feet.

pat.

The fourth rope used for hanging fell down.

Yang He swallowed hard. The Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao died with their eyes wide open, staring straight at him with tender affection in their eyes, but also deep resentment.

As the morning sun rose along the eastern mountains, the corpses of the Three Immortal Maidens appeared and disappeared.

Their rotting fingertips pointed at Yang He simultaneously, and the red rope wrapped around their wrists moved without wind, gleaming faintly in the dim morning light.

While Yang He hesitated, the three corpses had already disappeared.

Only the hanging rope remained, dangling in mid-air.

【Three Lives Rope】

[Formed from the remaining remnants of the Three Immortal Maidens' souls, this being could see her three incarnations when she hanged herself. A line of text was written at the end of the rope: 'Do not look back beyond the Gates of Hell, for if you do, you will see no willows in the mortal world.']

Yang He understood that this object was the key to a deep fusion, as if the Three Immortal Maidens recognized him as the reincarnation of Zhao Gongming.

The Three Immortal Maidens are on the list, which will definitely be a big problem in the future.

Yang He added a few more strokes, and the name Yang He on the marriage certificate was replaced with a blank space, but it was hard to say whether the Three Immortal Maidens would recognize him.

He chuckled and tugged hard, but the Three Lives Rope didn't budge an inch. "Do I have any other choice? I've already offended enough people anyway."

"We don't need the Three Immortal Maidens anymore."

Yang He put the Three Lives Rope around his neck, and the rope tightened suddenly, extinguishing the three yang flames at the same time, leaving no trace of life.

He hung upright in mid-air, swaying in the eerie wind.

The Three Lives Rope has three extra knots at the top.

As the object swayed, three more corpses appeared, positioned perpendicular to Yang He.

They are respectively Corpse Taoist Boy, Third Prince, and Plague Taoist.

(End of this chapter)