Mythology

Chapter 317 All Twelve Golden Immortals are My Grandfather
The streets and alleys became lively, and the sound of knocking came from the black coffin again.

Shoujing sat cross-legged inside the mortuary, holding a precious bone rosary in his palm, chanting sutras incessantly, with faint karmic flames enveloping the black coffin at the six orifices of his head.

Twenty-four faint gasps could be heard coming from inside the cover.

Yin Jiao had already turned into a charred corpse, without a trace of life.

If it weren't for the charred corpse occasionally reciting a few words of scripture, one would have assumed that Yin Jiao had already died.

"Well."

Shoujing frowned slightly, noticing some commotion coming from the town. The shouts seemed unusually loud, but she wondered why.

"It was Shen Gongbao who caused this trouble; this person seems to be deliberately avoiding us."

He telepathically informed his junior brother Shouchen, who had already set off for the destination.

"Master is about to descend upon Jiuqu Town. Yin Jiao alone is not enough. Shen Gongbao can retain his intelligence if he wishes, or you can decide for yourself if he does not."

Shoujing turned her attention back to the black coffin, not feeling that Shouchen was in any danger. Moreover, there were taboos everywhere in Jiuqu Town at night, and Shen Gongbao would not resist if he had any sense.

.........

at the same time.

Shou Chen hurried through the streets, sensing that Yang He was nearby.

"Strange, if Shen Gongbao had sensed our intentions, he could have continued to conceal his whereabouts. Why did he choose to reveal himself at night?"

"Shen Gongbao is quite cunning; could he have premeditated this?"

As doubts swirled in his mind, Shouchen quietly arrived at the street corner.

The streets were deathly silent.

The once bustling stalls have vanished, replaced by brightly lit shops with various signs.

Shouchen's pupils contracted slightly, realizing that it was Shen Gongbao who had done it.

suddenly.

A figure flashed past at the alleyway ahead.

Shouchen suddenly looked up and saw a figure half a meter away in front of him. It was Shen Gongbao, whom he had been searching for all day without success.

No, it's hard to say whether Shen Gongbao can be considered a human.

Yang He was covered in tatters, his skin was covered in cracks, as if it had been stretched open from the inside by something, and each crack was inlaid with an eye.

The dense array of pupils locked onto Shouchen sent chills down the latter's spine.

"You are... Ma Shan's disciple? You should know about the Nuwa Temple on White Horse Mountain."

Yang He's posture was strange, with his limbs bent in the opposite direction. Because of the activation of the three ghosts, his body and soul were in an abnormally unstable state.

"Shen Gongbao, you have gone mad and become possessed by evil spirits. Why don't you come back to the mortuary with me, and my senior brother Shoujing will help you avert disaster!"

Shouchen felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took out the golden alms bowl.

Yang He's body suddenly stopped moving.

"I'm not crazy. Everyone who sees me praises my good spirits."

puff!

The sound of flesh tearing rang out one after another. Yang He's chest swelled and then burst open from the inside, from which more than a dozen ghostly hands covered with pupils emerged.

Shouchen was astonished, having never seen such terrifying supernatural abilities.

Shen Gongbao even claimed that he hadn't gone mad from his cultivation, but was clearly already an evil spirit!

Shouchen remained calm. The superior Yin artifact he possessed was called the Demon-Subduing Bowl, and it contained twelve Buddhist inscriptions engraved by Ma Shanming.

It has the function of suppressing evil spirits, not to mention that Shen Gongbao has not yet completely transformed into a ghost.

"Fire!!"

The Demon-Subduing Bowl transformed into a half-meter-long shield in front of him, scattering golden light in all directions.

"Hmm, how could that be?"

Shouchen looked puzzled. The ghostly hands did not stop in mid-air as expected, but collided with the Demon-Subduing Bowl almost without any obstruction.

puff.

He coughed up blood, and his ghostly fingernails, sharp as knives, tore at the Demon-Subduing Bowl with madness, causing his yin organs to show signs of collapse.

Yang He tilted his head, a strange smile playing on his lips, and let out a hoarse chuckle. "Heh...heh heh..."

The Demon-Subduing Bowl shattered into pieces before Shouchen could even react.

In the blink of an eye, the monk was torn to pieces by the ghostly hand that emerged from Yang He's body, his limbs scattered all over the ground, and blood soaking through the bluestone slabs.

"After the human and the ghost become one, the methods used are actually all the same."

"The method is simply too abstract."

"I think I'm weird myself, what is this?"

Yang He couldn't help but complain, and then his spiritual vision suddenly surged, with strange, greedy eyes peering out from the shops along the street.

He had developed the habit of constantly monitoring his spiritual vision, and instantly moved several meters to dodge.

Bang! !
The sound of wooden doors being pushed open echoed one after another, and hundreds of people instantly poured out of the street, all crowding around Shou Chen's corpse.

"Festivals are the most joyous occasions, and what the wealthy man's family lacks most is red paper!"

The old woman grinned, her withered lips parted, her voice hoarse like the scraping of rusty iron.

She bent down shakily, her withered fingers brushing across the pool of blood, then, after being stained with blood, she pressed them abruptly onto the blank yellow paper she carried with her.

The bloody handprint spread out, turning into a festive vermilion.

Others followed suit, some tearing off pieces of clothing to stain with blood, some cutting off their own scalps, and some even lying on the ground and rubbing their faces against the still-uncongealed blood.

The blood was quickly collected, smeared, and imprinted, each one more vivid than the last.

Yang He confirmed that there was no blood on his body, and then, with the release of his eye insects, he noticed the Twelve Golden Immortals and turned around without hesitation, rushing eastward.

Throughout the journey, he continuously responded to the shouts of the people.

The crowds in the streets and alleys along the way returned to their homes, turning into shops that were about to open for business. Tomorrow, Jiuqu Town will surely be very lively.

"Ju Liusun?!"

Yang He arrived at a market, where the skinned Ju Liusun came into view. Immediately afterward, the joints of his feet solidified, and flesh and bones proliferated wildly.

Ju Liusun remained motionless, yet a mere glance from the corner of his eye was enough to inflict considerable damage on Yang He.

"Getting close will surely mean certain death, but we can only give it a try."

Yang He dragged his swollen legs back several meters before he could stop his injuries from worsening.

He gritted his teeth, and a marriage certificate appeared in his hand. It was the one he had obtained from the Three Immortal Maidens when he merged his characters. Because it might involve the Nine-Bend Ghost, he had not yet exchanged it for Spirit Vision.

"The wedding dress! I want to see the wedding dress!!"

Ju Liusun's smile widened, but he still followed Yang He's instructions and headed towards a house.

Yang He's eye worms were everywhere among the Nine-Bend Ghosts. There was nothing in front of the house for a moment, but when Ju Liusun approached, a corpse appeared.

"If it can be accomplished, then it is!"

Relieved, he endured the excruciating pain and leaped into the house.

Although Yang He's hostility towards Liu Sun had greatly decreased, it still nearly resulted in Yang He losing some of his cultivation.

"No matter what, as long as we can find all twelve Golden Immortals, it doesn't matter if we're still alive."

The corpse's wounds were on the soles of its feet. Yang He skillfully disguised the wounds, and before long, the skinning Ju Liusun outside the door had vanished without a trace.

Within half an hour, two more skin-peeling immortals appeared.

Yang He was still recovering from his internal injuries, and dared not stop, rushing to the next location.

Fortunately, they had the marriage certificate, so none of the Twelve Golden Immortals objected.

Huanglong Zhenren was completed at Hai hour.

The meeting between Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and Yuding Zhenren took place at midnight.

The meeting between Master Puxian and Master Lingbao was completed at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

The red essence is completed at the Yin hour.

Yang He's injuries worsened, and his leather Taoist robe became riddled with holes. All seven of his godfathers had been sent back to the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

Before dawn, they found Guang Chengzi again and paid the price of two heads to complete the act of faking the crime.

(End of this chapter)