Mythology

Chapter 321 Choosing a Wedding Dress (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Yang Hexiu's progress was rapid, and the Netherworld could not hold him back for long.

While he was in seclusion, a large number of cultivators quietly arrived in Jiuqu Town, but both the Chan and Jie sects tacitly restrained themselves.

They secretly awaited the Ghost Festival, the day the wealthy man would arrange his marriage.

Red ribbons and white banners were eerily intertwined throughout the streets.

Human heads were hung in front of every household, and the firelight shone through the thin, cicada-wing-like skin, casting distorted shadows on the ground.

A night breeze blew, and the lanterns shaped like human heads swayed from side to side.

The townspeople were dressed in brand-new funeral clothes, their faces adorned with pale lead powder, and their cheeks were covered with two glaring patches of red, which was quite gruesome.

A charitable institution on the outskirts of the city.

Despite being the most deserted place, a sense of desolation permeated the air.

Yang Jian stood at the entrance of the alley and peered into the mortuary with his Heavenly Eye. He could see that it was filled with withered, dried corpses. Even after their life force had been extinguished, their upper and lower jaws continued to open and close, chanting sutras to suppress the black coffins.

Why did Zhao Gongming's body end up with the Jie Sect?

What exactly are they planning to do?

Yang Jian's expression was solemn. There were twenty-seven Chan Sect cultivators accompanying him, almost all of whom were stationed near the mortuary, ready to fight at any moment.

Even after four days in Jiuqu Town, the situation remains unpredictable.

A bizarre and inexplicable ghost marriage: one party is the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, and the other is Zhao Gongming, both of whom should have already died.

There are also the twelve missing Golden Immortals, whose whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

"Qinglong Pass has fallen. Even if our fellow disciples transport supplies, the Western Zhou army cannot hold out for long. We cannot detour, so we must deal with the Jie Sect's arrangements in Jiuqu Town as soon as possible."

Yang Jian felt that everything was going wrong, and even Shen Gongbao had disappeared.

While pondering, Nezha, holding his Fire-Tipped Spear, arrived at the house where Yang Jian was, revealing that his patience had completely worn off.

"Yang Jian, why don't we break through the magic array of the mortuary and retrieve the corpse first?"

"We must not be reckless."

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "Brother Dao, the coffin didn't go out of control only because of the few of us suppressing it. If we intervene, it will only cause the corpse to go out of control."

"This won't work, and that won't work either!"

The tip of Nezha's spear ignited with karmic flames, his youthful face shifting between light and shadow. "Once the Ghost Festival arrives, who knows what tricks those bastards from the Jie Sect will pull?"

"Wait a little longer," Yang Jian said helplessly. "According to Uncle Jiang's divination, Shen Gongbao is the key to breaking this deadlock. Judging from the days, Senior Brother Yang Ren has already arrived in Jiuqu Town."

"The day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, and Yang Ren's all-seeing eye..."

Before Nezha could finish speaking, Yang Jian opened his mouth and spat out the Celestial Hound.

"Let's go! Senior Brother Yang has already sent me a telepathic message that he has located Shen Gongbao's aura!"

The two exchanged a glance, concealed their presence, and disappeared into the crowd outside, suppressing the invisible influence.

If you're not careful, you can easily get lost in Jiuqu Town.

He became just one of the millions of ordinary people.

It took them a full half hour to meet Yang Ren, whose small hand, extending from his eye socket, pointed directly to the southeast and trembled continuously.

"Be careful, Shen Gongbao may encounter some trouble in Jiuqu Town."

Yang Ren took a deep breath and added, "As long as the Heavenly Eye detects even a wisp of aura, it will instill fear in my body and soul."

"Something definitely isn't right."

Yang Jian opened his third eye between his eyebrows, "How could the resentment in the neighborhood be so strong?"

Without hesitation, the three split up and began to trace the scent along the way.

suddenly.

Shen Gongbao's breath became weak.

Yang Ren's expression changed drastically. He immediately stopped and activated his Heavenly Eye, but to no avail.

Little did he know that just a hundred meters away in the backyard of his shop, Shen Gongbao, played by Yang He, had just finished his seclusion and was standing on the wall watching the three of them.

"As expected of Yang Ren, who has connections everywhere, we almost got our hands on him." Yang He sighed inwardly. You have to know that Yang Ren's cultivation is only at the peak of the Hunyuan Realm, yet he can still use supernatural powers despite being a whole realm apart.

He had no intention of contacting the three people, lest he alert them.

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is destined to be the stage for immortals. Even with Jiang Ziya's help, I cannot sway the immortals of the two sects.

Besides...

Yang He has already set his sights on the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl of the Burning Lamp Daoist. Whether he succeeds or not, he will inevitably offend this vice leader of the Chan Sect. Getting too close to Yang Jian and the others will only lead to the deaths of several people.

He saw Yang Ren take the pill and then let out a muffled groan.

The palm inside the eye socket opened, and the Heavenly Eye was covered with blood vessels under the stimulation of the medicine, making everything within a ten-thousand-meter radius appear extremely detailed.

“The true disciples of the Chan Sect should not be underestimated.”

Yang He's lips curled slightly, and his figure suddenly dissipated like smoke.

His flesh and bones transformed into wisps of viscous yin energy, seeping into the shadows outside the courtyard through the cracks in the wall, turning into eerie ghostly figures.

The ghostly figure scurried along the ground and slipped into the seven orifices of a candy vendor at a street corner.

"Uh uh uh uh."

The peddler convulsed for a few breaths, and the moment he regained his composure, his expression had changed completely, though he was still repeating his hawking.

Yang Ren looked around but did not notice the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple where the Twelve Golden Immortals were stationed.

He shook his head slightly, realizing that his all-seeing eye was no match for Shen Gongbao, and then called Yang Jian and the other to return to the mortuary.

Shortly after the three left, the peddler abandoned his stall and turned into the alley.

The peddler hadn't walked far before his every move was exactly like Yang He's, and then he walked into the courtyard as if no one else was there.

"hey-hey."

He chuckled softly, his limbs stretching out slightly stiffly.

"The Ghost Immortal is truly remarkable. Even if he can only use a portion of his abilities after becoming an immortal, Yang Ren's all-seeing eye cannot see through him."

The peddler was Yang He, but he did not possess Yang He's body.

It was not that he was possessed by a ghost or immortal.

Ghost immortals do not possess a physical body or soul, so they can attach themselves to the bodies of human ghosts. If the difference in cultivation level between them is too great, they can manipulate the physical body.

The peddler was merely a malevolent spirit (a ghost of the Yin realm), unable to resist being possessed by a ghost immortal.

"Yang Ren is giving me a reminder. The marriage is about to begin, and the immortals will descend upon Jiuqu Town sooner or later. Daoist Ran Deng may not come in person, but the Five-Light Buddha of Flames will definitely come."

Yang He stayed inside the peddler's body and then swallowed the five elements of Yin in one gulp.

The Netherworld Ruins were completed in just a few days, and the Five Elements Ruins, which he broke through to in the meantime, were also completed not long ago. The process of cultivation was characterized by its extravagance.

Yang He looked at the Corpse Wheel Small World, from which five loud noises rang out.

Within the small world, the five-element yin object appeared to be about a hundred meters in size. As it was refined, faint five-colored smoke drifted out from it.

"pity."

"The integration of the small world into the five elements can only be done gradually, and the efficiency of increasing yin energy is limited."

Just then, a hoarse murmur echoed through Jiuqu Town.

"One sprinkling opens a clean path to the Yellow Springs, a second sprinkling washes away worldly ties in the River Styx."

"Now, with the waters of the Nine Netherworlds, I cleanse your old body; with the winds of the Three Paths, I sweep away the dust of the past."

Yang He realized that the ghost marriage had already begun.

"Please have the groom bathe and change his clothes."

"Please, bride, choose your wedding dress!"

Yang He broke out in a cold sweat, a chill running down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

Choosing a wedding dress?!
The twelve Golden Immortals stood upright and motionless, their toes touching the ground and their heads held high.

(End of this chapter)