Mythology

Chapter 297 The Ancestor of the Grand Minister's Court

Hanyang Pass is located in the Zhongzhou region of the Dasi territory. It is a necessary route to the capital and has a permanent population of around 200,000.

As the Nuwa Festival arrives, incense burns continuously throughout the city.

People prayed for the saint's protection, and temple fairs with parades were held everywhere. However, compared to other towns, Hanyang Pass received special attention from the government.

All the constables from the Central Plains region have arrived at Hanyang Pass.

Every hundred meters, there was a constable maintaining order, his index finger gripping an exorcism talisman, seemingly sensing whether there were any evil spirits around.

"Lord Lei!"

Lei Dechang walked through the crowd, nodding to the constables to ignore him.

He was assigned to the Xishan region, and was transferred there by a superior because of his role in accommodating the Tong Gui.

"Strange thing."

"There are dozens of towns in Dasi that are celebrating the Nuwa Festival, so why is it that only Hanyang Pass is afflicted by disaster? Could it really be the work of the sage?"

Small hands emerged from Lei Dechang's eye sockets, each palm containing an eye.

In his view, Hanyang Pass was falling into an endless hell!
That's right.

The town gradually and without warning slipped away from the world of the living.

Lei Dechang could clearly see that a light mist was shrouding the town, the level of yin energy was constantly increasing, and the environment was undergoing drastic changes.

A dense, intensifying yin energy enveloped the area, causing drastic changes in the surrounding environment, with moss spreading and temperatures plummeting.

However, the public was caught up in the frenzy and did not realize that they were about to face a great terror.

Lei Dechang has completed three resurrections and noticed that the shallow hell of Hanyang Pass appears empty, with no more than a hundred evil spirits.

"Could it be that Lord Si Nan cleared out the first three levels of hell?"

While pondering, Lei Dechang arrived at the government office in the center of the city. There were more than a dozen people standing on the drill ground, discussing the troubles caused by Hanyang Pass.

"I have met you sirs."

He quickly bowed and dared not be negligent. The high-ranking monks present were all pacification envoys, each of them a strange person with severe physical disabilities.

"Lei Dechang, how is it? Have you discovered the source of the trouble at Hanyang Pass?"

The elderly man at the head of the group was emaciated, and the patterns on his uniform were even more flamboyant.

His cultivation level reached Yin Shen Gui (Hun Yuan Realm), and his position was Commander. The other Zhen Fu Shi were Killing Ghosts (Ning Shen Realm).

The defects are mainly concentrated in the internal organs, causing the abdomen to be sunken.

"Lord Sinan, Hanyang Pass is falling into an endless hell. Fortunately, there are no evil spirits in the first three levels of hell within a ten-mile radius of the town."

Si Nantu, leaning on his cane, said, "Not only in the first three levels, but in the first six levels of hell, there is no trace of evil spirits. Alas, saint, saint."

"The ghosts dare not linger near Hanyang Pass; only the sage possesses such lingering power."

Lei Dechang shuddered. The disaster at Hanyang Pass was actually related to the goddess Nuwa?!

He couldn't help but feel terrified. Could it be that the goddess Nuwa, as recorded in the ancient texts, would be resurrected today? Who in the Grand Court could stop the sage from descending?
The image of Yang He flashed through Lei Dechang's mind.

However, the immortal has only recently resumed his cultivation, so he probably won't interfere in this trouble.

Corpse Dog Taoist asked in a deep voice, "Lord Si Nan, why not just evacuate all the mortals from the city, or leave a few thousand or tens of thousands behind..."

"No, the trouble will shift."

Si Nantu narrowed his eyes. "The source of the trouble has been moved three times. Hanyang Pass has a large population, but its geographical location is relatively remote."

The veins on his forehead bulged, clearly indicating that the decision to sacrifice Hanyang Pass came from higher up.

The Corpse Dog Daoist was cold-hearted and nodded without saying anything more.

Si Nantu tapped the ground with his cane, "You all disperse. In a little while, Hanyang Pass will fall into a hellish abyss."

"I will try my best to get some manpower, but the court is too busy to take care of itself right now."

As the first Nuwa Festival since the establishment of the Grand Master, the imperial court was also unaware of its significance.

Most of the manpower had to guard against unexpected disasters, just like Jiuyou Su Nu, whose dozen or so pacification envoys were actually invited by Si Nan Tu himself.

The garrison commanders scattered in all directions, leaving only Lei Dechang at the government office.

Si Nantu coughed for a while, then looked at Lei Dechang. "Lei Dechang, you seem to have something to say? It's alright, you can tell this old man."

"Lord Sinan, could Hanyang Pass be the sacrifice chosen by the sage?"

Si Nantu's breath hitched for a few moments, his face turning ashen. "Even you think so? My actions have been utterly unnecessary."

"Lord Sinan, I..."

"No need to say more, I understand that you mean no harm, but I can't just stand by and watch two hundred thousand people die in endless hell."

If the Nuwa Festival relied on sacrificing Hanyang Pass to get through, then every year on the fifteenth of March, if a similar situation occurred, the Grand Minister's court would choose to stand by and watch.

In less than ten years, the foundation of the Grand Master will be shaken!
Si Nantu remained silent, and Lei Dechang, standing nearby, dared not say anything more. The deputy commander could not leave on his own initiative without giving instructions.

"I am right."

"Even if you question me a hundred times, I am not wrong."

The Grand Master's foothold in the mortal realm relies on the mortal world; he must never abandon Hanyang Pass.

Si Nantu muttered nervously to himself, then suddenly remembered something, "Where is Yi Qidong? Why is it taking so long to transfer a group of constables?"

The air was filled with yin energy, and the flesh on his palms began to writhe.

Before long, a smooth bronze mirror was formed, reflecting the scene of another town holding the Nuwa Festival.

The compass contains a mirror spirit, whose nickname is the Immortal in the Mirror.

He waved for Lei Dechang to step back, but the latter stood there motionless, staring at the bronze mirror in shock.

"Jialang Water Town?"

Si Nantu frowned slightly. "When did Yi Qidong become so unreliable? Jialiang Water Town is located in a remote area. How many constables can we possibly have?"

The Mirror Ghost's perspective comes from Yi Qidong, whose behavior is incredibly strange, even somewhat inexplicable to Si Nantu. Yi Qidong stands at the edge of the morning market, his attitude extremely respectful.

Before me was a constant stream of people.

Lei Dechang's pupils dilated in shock. Wasn't the Corpse Immortal the one who lived in Peibai City, Jialiang Water Town? He had seen him before when he was expelling Fu Duanxing.

Wait, is Yi Qidong here to find the Corpse Immortal?
"Nonsense! With trouble looming ahead, what exactly is Yi Qidong planning to do?"

Si Nantu squeezed the bronze mirror tightly, and fine cracks spread across the mirror surface.

Yi Qidong is acting strangely, so Si Nantu plans to use the spirit of the realm to suppress his soul. If there are any evil influences, he can awaken from it.

At this moment.

Yi Qidong performed a traditional Chinese greeting as a junior.

Lei Dechang also saw the Corpse Immortal mixed in with the crowd. After not seeing him for a long time, the Corpse Immortal's aura had become even more unfathomable.

The Corpse Immortal wore a strange Taoist robe, and his walk subtly echoed the lingering charm of the Heavenly Dao.

A flag was stuck behind him, with the bloody character for "corpse" on its surface. At just one glance, Lei Dechang seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"who!!!"

Si Nantu roared and reached his right arm into the bronze mirror.

He felt an indescribable threat; this person's strength was no less than his own, no, it had even reached the level of a near-immortal.

What is this person's purpose?!

Yang He looked up at Yi Qidong, a smile appearing on his lips.

He made no attempt to hide his actions this time, and even chose to hold the election openly in Peibai City. After all, no one in the mortal realm of the main world could see through his disguise, unless they were immortals.

However, when immortals in later generations abandoned their bodies and souls to become immortals, it would be very difficult for them to return to the mortal world.

So why bother? In any case, as long as the Grand Court pays attention to us, they will find out sooner or later that this ancient immortal is in love with Peibai City.

Yang He opened his eyes and saw the ghostly pupils.

Lei Dechang stumbled back several steps and fell flat on his backside.

Si Nantu gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine just by looking at it; it seemed to contain at least two types of ghosts!

He did not see any defects on Yang He's body.

Why doesn't this person have to give up their body and soul?

Snapped.

The bronze mirror shattered into pieces.

Yi Qidong did not find the Mirror Ghost from beginning to end. "Immortal, the Nuwa Festival is now rampant in the territory of Dasi, so I can only come to see you alone."

Yang He smiled without saying a word, and bent down to pick up the fragments of the bronze mirror from the ground.

An euglena quietly crawled into the fragment.

Yang He said in his mind, "Young man, let's move to Hanyang Pass. It will save us from wasting our time. It takes at least half a day to walk here."

The fragments of the bronze mirror shimmered faintly, while the compass on the other side looked on with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Si Nantu pulled Lei Dechang up abruptly, "You know... him?"

Lei Dechang came to his senses and realized that Yang He had deliberately exposed himself to the Grand Court. "Lord Si Nan, I have had some chance contact with him. His identity is... a Corpse Immortal from three thousand years ago."

"A Corpse Immortal?"

"What a joke! Where would a celestial being come from in the mortal realm?!"

Si Nantu clearly knew more secrets than the Zhenfu Envoy, and at the same time, he felt that it was true. Just the fact that he did not have to give up his body and soul was something that perhaps only ancient cultivators could do.

"Lei Dechang, how long have you been hiding this?"

"My lord, I have never concealed anything. I reported the matter to you at the time."

Si Nantu used his divine sense to communicate with the Dharma Seal, scanning through the files from recent years, and quickly noticed the information reported by Lei Dechang, which did indeed mention a suspected Corpse Immortal.

And it wasn't just Lei Dechang; several other case files also contain related records.

However, such content is not taken seriously at all. Whenever ghosts and gods are involved, a large number of cases are sent to the Grand Minister's Court every day from all over the country.

"Lei Dechang, does he have some connection with the Grand Minister's court?"

"No... I don't know. I only met him once."

Si Nantu was caught in a dilemma. Even if he didn't actively welcome Yang He, the latter's cultivation level would allow him to travel from Jialiang Water Town to Zhongzhou in no time.

"Junior."

Yang He's teasing voice came from the other side of the bronze mirror.

"Why don't you take a look at this?"

Si Nantu leaned closer to the bronze mirror and saw that Yang He was holding a magic seal in his palm.

This seal is somewhat similar to the seal of the Grand Judicial Office, but it has a very ancient feel. The characters at the bottom are not "Grand Judicial Office" but "Grand Shang".

"Imperial Seal?!"

Si Nantu clearly understands that the predecessor of the Great Si Dynasty is closely related to the Shang Dynasty three thousand years ago. If the seal is genuine, wouldn't that mean that this person is our Great Si Dynasty's... ancestor?!
He trembled as he took out the official list; the Grand Judicial Seal was indeed genuine.

Rumble.

Hanyang Pass has fallen to the lowest level of hell, where the yin energy gradually intensifies.

Si Nantu stared at Yang He for a long time, then straightened his back and opened his chest and abdomen, from which a life-size mirror grew.

After a while.

Yang He led Yi Qidong out of the Mirror Ghost, one after the other.

(End of this chapter)