Mythology

Chapter 322 Beggar's Version of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts
Yang He's pupils dilated in shock as he witnessed the Twelve Golden Immortals in disbelief.

The postures of the Twelve Golden Immortals were incredibly strange, as if an invisible rope was tightly strangling their necks and lifting them upwards.

Click.

The neck was broken cleanly and neatly, as if the entire spine was about to be pulled out.

The Yin energy provided by the Twelve Golden Immortals has been reduced by more than half.

Yang He's heart pounded wildly as he vaguely sensed the arrival of something invisible to the naked eye, something even his spiritual vision could not detect.

The Twelve Golden Immortals showed no reaction whatsoever; their flesh and bones slowly disappeared.

It's like being skinned alive.

Yang He tried to leave, but after only a few steps, the world spun around him. The peddler who had possessed him was now hanging in mid-air in the same position, his neck not lasting long either, detaching from his body segment by segment.

Faced with such a bizarre situation, he dared not break free from the ghost's possession.

Currently, it seems that he has been affected by the Twelve Golden Immortals. If he actively attracts the attention of the Three Immortal Maidens, even a mere ghost immortal or a Great Luo Golden Immortal would lose half his life.

"The Three Immortal Maidens are truly evil! Do immortals also transform into malevolent spirits after death?!"

Even the three immortal goddesses who lived in the original work were stronger than the twelve golden immortals, especially the leader, the Yunxiao goddess, who had already severed her three corpses.

As the peddler gradually lost his vitality, Yang He became increasingly astonished. The strange occurrences of the Twelve Golden Immortals caught his eye, making him uneasy.

The twelve golden immortals were reduced to mere shells, fluttering and stretching in the night wind.

"Choosing a wedding dress? Is this how you choose a wedding dress?!"

Yang He saw that beneath Cihang Daoist's skin, which was as thin as rice paper, a curled-up woman had appeared on his abdomen at some point.

"It's Lady Yunxiao!!!"

Click.

Yang He's limbs were broken, and the peddler was about to die.

"If I die while trying to obtain the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, even if I lose a character, at least I can exchange it back to the main world. It would be truly unfortunate to fail before even starting."

Lady Yunxiao slowly stretched out her limbs, as if she were putting on clothes, and stretched open Cihang Daoren's skin, with blood constantly seeping out of his pores.

Blood soaked into his skin, making Cihang Daoren resemble a real...

Wedding dress!!!

Dimple appeared on Cihang Daoren's face, and a touch of blush softened her jawline, while eyelashes grew from her hollow eye sockets.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that although Cihang Daoren in the Investiture of the Gods had a feminine appearance, he was undoubtedly a man.

"Ugh."

Lady Yunxiao sighed and then changed into five different skins.

Yang He's forehead veins bulged. He thought the peddler would hold out until the wedding dress selection was over, but a woman is a woman after all. Even after being reduced to an evil spirit, she still dawdled over her attire.

He could no longer hold on, and the peddler soon lost all his strength.

A large amount of yin energy emerged from the corpse's mouth and nose.

The yin energy manifested as Yang He's human face, gathering into a ball and rushing out of the courtyard.

suddenly.

The necks of the twelve skin bags twisted 180 degrees.

His empty eye sockets stared blankly.

"I really didn't mean to peek at Her Majesty changing clothes!!"

Yang He knew he was in trouble. Before he could react, the Yin energy that made up his body and soul suddenly exploded, shrinking in size by at least a quarter.

Bang bang bang.

The yin energy shifted and moved, but it could never escape the gaze of Lady Yunxiao.

Yang He looked somewhat helpless, considering whether to let the Yin energy escape from all directions, otherwise Shen Gongbao would be completely destroyed if this continued.

At this moment, the yin energy inadvertently passed by the fruit tree in the corner of the wall.

Meow! !

Yang He was startled, but he did not resist the suction force that came from nowhere. He took the opportunity to enter the shadow of the fruit tree and came to the mustard seed space.

boom.

The fruit trees were completely destroyed.

Lady Yunxiao did not delve any further into the matter, and repeatedly moved between the five or six wedding dresses.

Yang He naturally escaped unharmed. He never expected that after the black cat advanced to the Returning to the Void Realm, it could actually turn the tables and save him. It truly lives up to its name, Hakimi.

Meow~~

Black Cat couldn't shake his cowardly nature and urged Yang He to return to the main world.

"Don't worry."

Yang He comforted the black cat, which, after more than ten days of seclusion, had not only reached the Void Realm but had also undergone indescribable changes.

The black cat's intelligence increased significantly, and its ability to conceal its aura far surpassed that of ordinary cats.

Through his spiritual vision, Yang He saw that Hakimi, who used to like to lie on his back, was now sitting in the shadows in a meditative posture, meowing.

"Hei Zi, will Cihang Daoren not convert you anymore?"

The black cat gave Yang He a disdainful glance and actively inhaled and exhaled yin energy.

"interesting."

Yang He raised an eyebrow. The black cat, as a 'spirit beast' created later, shouldn't possess the ability to cultivate, yet it could now digest yin energy. He wondered what kind of salvation Cihang Daoist was performing.

A chilling wind blew through the courtyard, and paper money drifted among the twelve golden immortals.

The selection of the wedding dress quietly came to an end.

The eldest daughter, Yunxiao Niangniang, was the one who married off to the wealthy man. Qiongxiao Niangniang and Bixiao Niangniang did not choose their own wedding dresses, so only four leather bags were blown to the gate by the cold wind.

The skin became shriveled and folded up like clothes.

They are Cihang Daoren, Puxian Zhenren, Qingxu Daode Tianzun, and Lingbao Dafashi.

Yang He breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether he could save the Twelve Golden Immortals, his cheap master might have a chance of survival if he suffered later. He repeatedly checked his spiritual vision and realized that Lady Yunxiao was no longer nearby.

Yin energy flowed into the bodies of the remaining twelve Golden Immortals, restoring vitality to their internal organs and filling their skins with flesh and bones, and they all regained consciousness.

The eight godfathers are busy in the fields again.

Yang He emerged from the shadows and found the wedding dress neatly arranged on the steps.

He appeared to be seriously injured, but he recovered in just a few breaths. An immortal is an immortal; even though their levels of cultivation are vastly different, they still possess supernatural abilities that are difficult for ordinary people to match.

Ghost Immortals are legendary among immortals, possessing a body and soul formed from Yin energy.

As long as yin energy persists, life will continue to flow.

Meow!
A black cat appeared not far away.

Yang He looked at his own Hakimi, who had changed quite a bit since advancing to the Returning to the Void Realm.

The features of the four-legged creature have been integrated into one: a cat's body, insect eyes, a dragon's tail, and a snake's stomach, but there are almost no traces of its later refinement.

The black cat still doesn't have a ghost realm, but the mustard seed space in its stomach and intestines can make up for the deficiency.

The mustard seed space is already three or four hundred meters long and is filled with an extremely corrosive aura. Any living thing that stays inside will turn into acidic water in a short time.

Meow~~

The black cat shook its head smugly, and then the scales from its dragon tail spread all over its body.

In a short while, the black cat transformed into a miniature dragon ghost, about two meters in size, and its insect-cat-snake triad characteristics disappeared.

It also displays the transformation techniques of insect demons and snake demons.

"Not bad, it's a rudimentary version of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. As a storage bag, you're already very good."

Yang He patted the black cat's head, while Hakimi disappeared into the shadow beneath his feet.

As night fell, people gradually gathered in the streets and alleys outside the courtyard.

At first, there were only a few people, but soon the crowd had completely surrounded the place, with dozens of eyes staring at the four wedding dresses in front of the door, and faint flames flickering in their cloudy pupils.

"Wedding dress!!"

The woman rushed to the door and picked up four wedding dresses.

Her expression was almost manic, as if the wedding dress held an unspeakable allure, causing the ghosts to be unable to suppress their excitement and rush forward.

Yang He did not rush to intervene; the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was a calamity for the Twelve Golden Immortals.

He could lend a hand to the Twelve Golden Immortals, provided it was a small favor; the Primordial Celestial Venerable did not stipulate that he had to protect them to the death.

"Keep quiet?"

Yang He raised an eyebrow and belatedly looked at the eaves of the houses along the street. One by one, the lanterns with human heads lit up with a faint light, but a few nearby had bright candlelight burning fiercely.

The candlelight gave off a karmic aura.

In the eyes of the spirit, there is a soul and a spirit attached to the candle flame.

"As expected, it's that bald monk Shoujing."

Shoujing's soul left her body by candlelight, clearly knowing that the Twelve Golden Immortals would become a wedding dress for her, and a hint of mockery appeared in her eyes.

Yang He was certain that the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was definitely aided by the Taoist Ran Deng.

In the original work, several of the Twelve Golden Immortals betrayed the Chan Sect because the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation weakened their cultivation, which is why they chose to seek help from Western Buddhism.

“The bald monk is always trying to seize the initiative, he must be thinking of interfering in the ghost marriage. If it weren’t for me, they would be even more in control.”

As Yang He pondered, the crowd scrambled to grab the wedding dress.

"My wedding dress!!"

"be mine!!!"

The whites of the people's eyes were bloodshot, and their limbs twitched involuntarily.

The wedding dress attracted at least several thousand demons and monsters, who fought each other, and soon fragments of flesh and bone were flying everywhere on the ground and walls.

However, most of the blood was absorbed by the four wedding dresses.

The people were like moths to a flame, tearing at each other like wild dogs fighting for food, making the wedding dresses even more vibrant in color.

A hint of doubt flashed in Shoujing's eyes.

"How could four wedding dresses appear in one place at the same time? Logically speaking, the skins of the Twelve Golden Immortals should be distributed in various parts of Jiuqu Town."

"Is it... Shen Gongbao?"

Shoujing recalled Shen Gongbao's strange words and actions.

Shen Gongbao was clearly possessed by demons at that time, yet he appeared around the mortuary. Could it be that Shen Gongbao was deliberately collecting human skins?
"Could it be that he thinks the physical form of one of the Twelve Golden Immortals can suppress the demonic possession?"

"Impossible, even the Twelve Golden Immortals themselves would end up as a wedding dress for others."

Shoujing's state of mind was fluctuating. The evil spirit that Shen Gongbao had transformed into was too terrifying. Fortunately, it only had the power to strike once. Now, more than ten days have passed, and Shen Gongbao has probably lost his intelligence.

"kindness?"

Shoujing, far away at the mortuary, trembled and her prayer beads tightened suddenly.

The departing soul and spirit noticed a hunched Taoist priest appearing on the street corner, his lifeless appearance seeming out of place.

The Taoist priest had his head bowed, his shoulders shrugged, and his body was shrouded in a faint aura of yin energy. At first glance, he even resembled... Shen Gongbao.

Shouldn't Shen Gongbao have already become a ghost?
Yang He's lips curled up as he secretly considered how to participate in Lady Yunxiao's marriage. Two paths lay before him: the wedding dress and the black coffin.

With most of the civilians dead or injured, the surviving ghosts have undergone a strange transformation.

Their upper garments were transformed into loose, purplish-red lapels with exquisite embroidery on the cuffs, making them look more like matchmakers arranging marriages.

"No, the woman is more likely to be in greater danger."

"The man was coming to the door with a group of cultivators, and it also involved the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl. No matter how you look at it, it's safer to follow the black coffin to the door."

Yang He looked up and stared at the lantern with human heads, then smiled gently at Shou Jing.

His lips moved slightly, and you could tell from the shape of his mouth that he was saying...

"I am coming."

(End of this chapter)