Mythology

Chapter 315 What's a troublemaker afraid of?

Yin Jiao stared incredulously at the outstretched ghostly hand.

Although the corpse was sealed inside by an immortal, Zhao Gongming was extremely ferocious after his death, and even five thousand ghost soldiers might not be able to suppress him.

I can only explain one point.

The true form inside Shen Gongbao's skin is an indescribable evil spirit, whose ferocity is comparable to that of a Great Immortal!
Yang He ignored Yin Jiao, who was frightened and whose Dao heart was out of balance.

He gazed into the distance at the bustling mortuary, and the frequency of his spiritual vision increasing was unusual; it seemed that the strange movements of the black coffin had attracted something.

Unfortunately, after the resurrection and the union of human and ghost, the pupil ghost cannot leave the body for an extended period of time.

"Zhang Guifang," Yin Jiao asked Zhang Guifang telepathically, his words tinged with unspeakable astonishment, "You said before that Shen Gongbao suffered a qi deviation, what exactly did he see?!"

Zhang Guifang's pupils focused as she faced the ghostly hand, recalling the fleeting glimpse of the ghostly figure.

"This humble general witnessed it with his own eyes. Shen Gongbao's body and soul have already become evil spirits, but he has not lost his life. He has been in a state of becoming a ghost, becoming more and more terrifying and inhuman!"

Zhang Guifang was talking nonsense, which frightened the dignified General of Qinglong Pass into losing his composure.

"Impossible. As a second-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, Shen Gongbao could have easily possessed a physical body beforehand; it's impossible for him to become a ghost..."

A piece of jade appeared in Yin Jiao's palm. This was the fake Yin Treasure Peeping Mountain Jade, given to him by Guang Chengzi. It could be used to investigate Yang He's true strength and weakness, but it would be completely destroyed after being used once.

The fake Yinbao had barely begun to shimmer when cracks began to spread across its surface.

puff.

Yin Jiao spat out a mouthful of black blood and barely managed to see through the Peeping Jade that Yang He's true form beneath his skin was not human at all, but a pitch-black shadow that was constantly twisting and deforming.

He saw countless eyes staring at him.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Your Highness?" Zhang Guifang hurriedly helped Yin Jiao, who was staggering backward.

Yin Jiao's face was ashen, and he doubted that the man in front of him was Shen Gongbao. After a moment, he felt an itch that made him scratch his ears and cheeks.

He was completely unaware that his internal organs had filled his pupils.

Yang He remained unmoved by Yin Jiao's screams, only leaving a hidden hand inside the latter's body so he could sense his movements at any time.

"What kind of prince of the Shang Dynasty is he? His Dao heart is so fragile."

He had recently planned to find an opportunity to get rid of Yin Jiao, but now he felt little interest in it, as Yin Jiao was not worthy of being his opponent.

"Let's keep it for now, besides, we still need Yin Jiao to guard the coffin."

"Zhao Gongming's corpse is a big problem."

Yang He played with the blood beads, feeling the restless movement of the leather Taoist robe.

【Calamity Immortal Blood】

[Born from the corpse of an immortal influenced by the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, it contains a trace of karmic fire and can enhance the spirituality of objects. However, consuming it can easily damage the soul.]

"It is indeed karmic fire, and it shares the same origin as the karmic fire of the Linglong Pagoda. It was that old schemer, Daoist Ran Deng, who orchestrated this."

As the Investiture of the Gods war continued, Buddhism was clearly unwilling to remain in the background.

"Damn it, the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls were deliberately left with the corpse. Could it be that Daoist Ran Deng is planning to refine the Twenty-Four Heavens?"

Thinking about it, it is indeed possible; otherwise, who would abandon such a supreme innate treasure?

Yang He licked his lips; it would be a lie to say he had no thoughts.

The Twenty-Four Devas!
Judging from the name alone, the Twenty-Four Heavens might be a celestial realm evolved by the Daoist Burning Lamp!
His own Ten Absolute Cities, evolved with the help of the Ten Heavenly Monarchs, are already incredibly powerful, and in terms of potential, they are definitely among the top in the Cave Heaven Immortal Court.

However, compared to innate treasures, it pales in comparison.

"No wonder that old schemer became the leader of Buddhism after the Investiture of the Gods. He's always looking for benefits. No, I have to find a way to get a few. I can't let him have them all."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, but he still had to take it one step at a time. Daoist Ran Deng was too cunning; if his interests were involved, he would definitely fight back.

As he pondered, the blood of the Calamity Immortal held in his palm began to evaporate.

Yin Jiao forced himself to remain calm and tentatively asked, "Master Shen, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I didn't expect your cultivation to have improved so much. The blood bead needs to be refined in time, otherwise its effect will be greatly reduced."

Yang He didn't even glance at Yin Jiao, and immediately pressed the blood bead onto his forehead.

The blood droplets wriggled like living things and slowly seeped into the skin.

The leather robe suddenly showed signs of being upgraded to a spiritual treasure, but this also caused a narrow crack to appear on Yang He's face.

Yin Jiao and the other noticed that the dark substance inside Yang He's body was boiling.

They discovered that it was not flesh and blood, but countless slender, ghostly hands intertwined together, and they could no longer suppress their fear.

puff.

Yin Jiao spat out blood, and the transformation of his body and soul into a ghost was intensifying.

Zhang Guifang was slightly better off, and with the self-awareness, she didn't look directly at the wound. However, her previously unhealed injuries had worsened, and her yang energy had dimmed.

Yang He then removed the organs one by one and refined them into the leather bag and Taoist robe.

The leather robe originally lacked the potential to contain Yin treasures. No matter how many ghost skins were incorporated, it never possessed a trace of spirituality.

Now, the blood beads make up for the shortcomings of the leather robe.

All that could be heard was the sound of skin being pulled apart. The internal organs were completely absorbed by the leather robe, revealing internal organs as thin as cicada wings inside.

pat.

The skin and Taoist robe naturally led to the creation of Yin treasure.

Yang He couldn't help but chuckle. The disguise of the skin and Taoist robe was almost flawless. Of course, most importantly, he could use more power without worrying about his physical body collapsing.

That's right, since his complete resurrection, his body and soul have been reduced to a pile of rotten flesh.

He relied entirely on the physical body and Taoist robe to restrain his soul.

Yang He now has to be very careful when using the Three Ghosts, for fear of accidentally tearing his leather Taoist robe. Now he can finally exert a little more force.

"First, we need to figure out where the surge in spiritual vision is coming from. According to the pattern, it can't all be coffins. There seems to be something strange in the town."

Yang He raised his palm, and immediately the leather Taoist robe opened up with a gap.

A ghost with pupils emerged, its body connected to countless blood vessels.

He noticed that Yin Bao remained stable, so he began to increase the size of the crack. The size of the Pupil Ghost also increased accordingly. Before long, a Pupil Ghost that was half a meter tall was floating in his palm.

“That’s good. From now on, we can use the Pupil Demon as a regular means of protection.”

Yin Jiao collapsed to his knees, his consciousness fading.

Yang He stepped past Yin Jiao and came to the window. The Pupil Ghost quickly locked onto the source of the strange spiritual vision. Unbeknownst to them, there was a bizarre human figure in the darkness.

"Another one of the Twelve Golden Immortals!!!"

The human figure also resembles a skinned evil spirit, with protruding joints on its exposed back forming a series of bead-like bone tumors.

The five fingers of the arm are gathered together to form lotus petals, and Sanskrit characters are engraved on each petal.

“Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, later defected to Buddhism and became Manjushri Bodhisattva. Could it be that the Twelve Golden Immortals have all fallen into the Nine-Bend Town?”

Yang He couldn't help but think of the Taoist Ran Deng; the old schemer seemed suspicious in every way.

Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, is walking with his back to the mortuary, his posture indicating that he is retreating.

After walking a few steps, they seemed to notice the ghost's gaze.

Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, suddenly stopped, turned his head 180 degrees in a way that defied human anatomy, and revealed a radiant smile.

The facial muscle fibers, devoid of skin, were clearly visible, and the two eyeballs were embedded in the bare eye sockets. The smile sent chills down Yang He's spine.

"The wedding day is on the fifteenth of the seventh month, the wedding day is on the fifteenth of the seventh month."

Manjushri Bodhisattva repeated the same words, retreating step by step into the distance. Yang He glanced at the sky and left the mortuary without hesitation. As long as he followed Manjushri Bodhisattva, he could find the latter's body.

Even if he can't master the Twelve Phases Ghost Immortal Technique by filling three corpses with filth, he should still have no problem breaking through to the Integration Realm before completing the Nine Turns Ghost Technique.

Moreover, the Primordial Celestial Venerable has already appointed me, Shen Gongbao, to assist the Twelve Golden Immortals in their tribulations.

It is our duty.

To be on the safe side, Yang He transformed his Yang Fire into Yin Fire, making him appear no different from an evil spirit.

Seeing Yang He disappear into the night, Zhang Guifang wanted to catch up with him to find out what was going on, but after only a few steps, countless eyes were cast upon her.

The densely packed crowd grinned and kept approaching Zhang Guifang.

"Cough cough cough."

Zhang Guifang coughed violently. In just a moment of distraction, she almost walked out of the range where the ghost soldiers were striking the stakes, and the people were already within arm's reach.

"Would you like a small amount of maltose to try? It's very sweet and fragrant."

"Take a look! Three pounds of freshly caught blue carp."

Zhang Guifang pierced her palm with a sharp weapon, using the intense pain to alleviate her impaired consciousness.

At this moment, Yang He had already followed Manjushri Bodhisattva to the adjacent street.

Perhaps due to the distorted perceptions of the Jinting Taoist Temple, he was unaffected and walked through the surging crowd as if no one else was there.

The Taoist robe perfectly concealed Yang He's ghostly form, making him appear as if he were a drop of water merging into the ocean.

The people on both sides of the street were like actors performing on a stage, maintaining an eerie daily routine, their voices sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched.

The old man selling candy kept boiling sugar, but what was bubbling in the iron pot was thick blood plasma.

Children squat in a corner playing with broken bones; a storyteller in a teahouse uses a skull as a gavel; a coachman leads a horse pieced together from human corpses...

Their grins stretched almost to their ears as they stared at Yang He with empty eyes.

"Would you like to try some freshly steamed meat buns, Taoist priest?"

An old woman with a face full of wrinkles blocked the way. Inside the uncovered steamer, seven or eight chubby little babies were crying loudly.

Yang He noticed that although the people were acting strangely, they did not attack him proactively.

Just as he was about to walk around her, the old woman suddenly handed him a steamer basket. "Taoist priest, these are freshly steamed meat buns. Eat them while they're hot!"

The putrid heat hit us, and the impact of our perceptions intensified.

Yang He was bound to make a mistake, and subconsciously frowned, saying, "No need."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire street fell into dead silence.

The old woman wept with joy, laughing so hard that her jaw dislocated.

She walked into a shop, and the signboard in front of the door had changed to "Chengxi Steamed Bun Shop".

Yang He's heart skipped a beat, realizing that he seemed to have touched some kind of taboo. He quickly communicated with the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple with his divine sense, intending to move the house directly to the vicinity to escape.

As a result, the smiles of all the people widened, but they still showed no intention of attacking.

Instead, they became even more eager to sell their goods, wanting Yang He to respond.

Yang Heqiang suppressed his distracting thoughts and dodged the crowd's pursuit with agility, relying on his spiritual vision to move through the streets and alleys.

"Is the body of Manjushri Bodhisattva here?"

He slowed his pace; not far away was the horse pen in the backyard of a house.

The stable was dimly lit, but there was indeed a corpse hanging in the corner, swaying. As the wedding dress of the Three Immortal Maidens, the clean and tidy corpse seemed out of place in the filth of the stable.

Just as Yang He was about to step into the courtyard, his ribs cracked and splintered.

He turned around abruptly and saw Manjushri Bodhisattva standing right behind him, his bloodied and mangled face almost touching his nose.

"Oh shit!!"

Yang He instinctively activated the three ghosts, and more than a dozen arms burst out of his body.

Manjushri Bodhisattva remained motionless, and his arm began to decay even before it got close, instantly spreading to Yang He's chest.

Yang He's organs began to decay and dissolve without warning; his heart melted like a candle, his liver was infested with maggots, and his intestines were torn apart section by section.

"open!!"

The small world of corpses enveloped the alleyways, forcibly isolating them from decay.

Yang He had no intention of dealing with Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma. While the Corpse Wheel Small World was restraining the latter, he immediately rushed towards the horse pen.

Even the weakest of the Twelve Golden Immortals were once Great Luo Golden Immortals; how could they possibly have any powerful rivals?

Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, smiled.

Yang He's legs completely rotted away, turning to ashes from the knees down. However, before he could fall, he braced himself on his arms and rolled several meters in a sorry state.

"Uh."

Manjushri Bodhisattva did not pursue, letting Yang He throw him into the horse pen.

Yang He's body was half decayed. He struggled to lift his head. Manjushri Bodhisattva stood outside the courtyard but did not enter the house.

"As expected, the current Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is not particularly dangerous, or rather, the danger of the formation is directed at the Twelve Golden Immortals. The taboos in the town can even be utilized."

He exhaled and exhaled yin energy, and the missing organs gradually grew back.

The skin and robe healed as well.

"Yinbao is truly different; it can restore a piece of skin or Taoist robe the size of a palm to its original state."

Yang He rested for a long time before recovering. He then hurriedly approached the corpse and discovered that the wound of Manjushri Bodhisattva was mainly on the top of the head.

He removed the organs one by one and meticulously dressed and stuffed them.

The sky is bright.

Yang He collapsed to the ground, exhausted. His injuries were repeatedly repaired, and even his inhuman ghost body could not withstand it, almost killing him.

He looked around Jiuqu Town and noticed shouts echoing from there.

All the houses and shops had their doors ajar and were empty.

There was only one exception.

The steamed bun shop in the west of the city has opened. The old woman greets customers in the deserted town, amidst the occasional sobs coming from the steamer.

"So, as long as the people respond at night, they can appear during the day."

Yang He pondered for a moment. If he wanted to take advantage of the chaos, he had to make Jiuqu Town lively, otherwise the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple would be exposed sooner or later.

"Grandson~~"

Yang He didn't turn his head, leading Manjushri Bodhisattva, "Grandson is taking you home."

"We must find out the location of the Twelve Golden Immortals' corpses. If they are all hidden in civilian houses, they may be easy to obtain."

Yang He's heart pounded again; the corpse was the wedding dress of the Three Immortal Maidens.

It's not necessarily a good thing to get your wedding dress dirty yourself; you might as well come looking for trouble when the wedding takes place, and then all the trouble will fall on you.

"What are you afraid of?!"

Yang He's face turned ruthless. The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was not something that ordinary people could control. Rather than being submissive, he would rather strike hard.

Even if it's all for nothing, the Twelve-Phase Ghost Immortal Taoist Master has already finished cultivating!
Yang He lowered his head, determined to find the pattern of the Twelve Golden Immortals' appearances the next night, and try to arrive before the immortals of the Chan and Jie sects.

Yes, let's welcome the reunion of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

(End of this chapter)