Mythology

Chapter 323 Ghost Immortals Are So Comfortable

Inside the mortuary, thick blood was gushing out from the cracks in the black coffin.

The blood was purplish-black in color and emitted a nauseating stench. It meandered across the ground and spread outwards.

"Shen Gongbao!!!"

Shoujing's heavy breathing immediately attracted the attention of those around her.

There were only two or three surviving disciples of the Five Lights Buddha in the mortuary, and more than thirty disciples of the Intercepting Sect. The leader, a cultivator at the Returning Void Realm, spoke up.

"Fellow Daoist Shoujing, is there a change in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation?"

Shoujing opened her eyes in surprise and doubt. Her soul and spirit returned to the Niwan Palace, and she seemed to hear a murmur repeating "I'm here" in her ears.

He felt a strange palpitation for some reason and instinctively chose to end the astral projection.

"It's nothing," Shoujing replied, suppressing her distracting thoughts as she turned her head.

Ma Shan was not a member of the Jie Sect, but could even be considered a member of the Chan Sect. He had escaped from the glass lamp of the Burning Lamp Daoist a long time ago.

Shoujing knew the greed of the Jie Sect members and knew that if he revealed any flaws, he would be completely devoured sooner or later.

"Isn't Shen Gongbao that traitor of the Chan Sect? What's wrong? Did you suffer a loss at his hands?"

“Fellow Daoist Yu Hua, I originally planned to refine Shen Gongbao into a coffin bearer, but he escaped. I just accidentally discovered his whereabouts.”

"It's okay."

Yu Hua chuckled coldly a few times and continued to close his eyes to rest.

He was a true disciple of Yu Yuan, the One Qi Immortal of the Jie Sect, and he looked down on the strange Wuguang Temple cultivators. He was only instructed by his master to escort Zhao Gongming's body to the wealthy man's mansion.

It is said that once the ghost marriage begins, it signifies that the inner and outer parts of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation are completely integrated.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were doomed, but they could still hold off the Western Zhou army for a hundred days.

A hundred days later, the Shang dynasty would likely have 100,000 ghost soldiers at its disposal, and no matter how much the Western Zhou's power grew, it would be of no use.

Yu Hua didn't notice that Shou Jing's brows revealed a hint of unease.

"Even if Shen Gongbao suppressed his demonic possession by using the physical form of one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, his strength could not possibly have increased so drastically. How could he pose such a terrifying threat? Who exactly is he?"

Shoujing sat before the black coffin, lost in thought. The prayer beads in his hand spun continuously as he chanted obscure scriptures, his robes soaked with sweat.

The sound of fingernails scraping against the wooden planks came from inside the black coffin, so grating it made one's teeth ache.

He swept over the more than three thousand ghost soldiers scattered throughout the mortuary, and used the black coffin as the core of the formation to drive the stakes, which could almost keep evil spirits away from the mortuary.

"How could I be fooled by Shen Gongbao, who is neither human nor ghost?"

"Unless Shen Gongbao advances to the Integration Realm, it won't affect the overall situation."

"Those at the Integration Realm are constantly affected by the Heavenly Tribulation, and they are all in seclusion to cultivate. The number of those at the Returning Void Realm in both the Chan and Jie sects is very small."

Sudden.

The black coffin began to tremble inexplicably, and the blood that had seeped out started to flow backward. Clearly, the groom had completed his 'bathing and changing'.

Shoujing's worries vanished, and she managed to hold on until the festival approached.

As instructed by his master, he only needed to deliver the black coffin to the wealthy man's residence, and everything that happened in Jiuqu Town afterwards was none of his business.

The voices that had previously presided over the opening of the ghost marriage rang out again.

"The bridge to the underworld stretches far and wide, while the mortal world eagerly sends off betrothal gifts."

"The young master surnamed Zhao arrives riding a crane, a red silk ribbon leads the way to welcome Shuling~~"

"Please have the groom escort the coffin to the door!"

"Please, bride, open the mirror and begin your dressing!"

Shoujing and Yuhua exchanged a glance, then recited a few verses of scripture. Immediately, seven Living Buddhas slowly approached the black coffin, preparing to escort it to the door.

It was clear that the difference between the Living Buddhas was huge. Only Yin Jiao was completely intact, while the other six people had cracks all over their bodies and their every move was extremely stiff.

Yin Jiao was positioned alone on the upper left of the black coffin, while the other three corners were carried by two flawed Living Buddhas.

"Om Mani Padme Hum".

Shoujing clasped his hands together, and the black coffin gradually lifted off the ground, making a sound like skin being torn apart, and the knocking inside the coffin became heavier and heavier.

"Fellow Daoist Yu Hua, let's go. We'll reach the mansion before dawn." "Should we ignore those Chan Sect scum?"

Yu Hua glanced outside the mortuary and saw at least fifty or sixty Chan Sect cultivators staring at them. Yang Jian, who was in charge, was definitely not to be underestimated.

"Where do you think the wealthy man's residence is? Only by escorting the coffin can one go there."

The seven Living Buddhas took a step, their joints strained under the weight, but just as they left the mortuary, a thick fog enveloped them for a hundred meters.

Everything on the street became blurry, and at the end of the street appeared a mansion.

The mansion appeared out of nowhere, decorated in a very festive manner, with red silk and white cloth swaying in the wind, and the sounds of gongs and drums filling the air.

Yu Hua noticed that once he walked a hundred meters away from the black coffin, he could no longer see it directly.

In the eyes of the Chan Sect cultivators, dozens of Jie Sect members disappeared with the black coffin, leaving only more than three thousand ghost soldiers motionless in the same spot.

"hehe."

Shoujing nodded slightly. According to the calculations of the Jie Sect, the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was different from the out-of-control Ten Absolute Formations and could not possibly deviate from the expected pattern.

Shen Gongbao alone is not enough to be feared; how could he possibly shake the Immortal Array?

He had just dismissed the idea when another sound echoed through Jiuqu Town.

"Three thousand seven hundred and forty-five members of the Li family are requested to accompany the coffin to the mansion."

"Relatives?"

Shoujing's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine. Then, a large number of figures appeared in the thick fog. In addition to the ghost soldiers, there were also sixty-three Chan Sect cultivators with astonished expressions.

They were all counted as Zhao Gongming's relatives and were qualified to accompany him in escorting the coffin.

"Hey!!"

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword was suddenly drawn, its cold light tearing through the thick fog.

Nezha rode on his Wind and Fire Wheels, his Fire-Tipped Spear aimed straight at Yu Hua's throat.

Huang Tianhua, Yang Ren, and others stood in front of the Jie Sect members. The two sides were evenly matched, and a deadly battle was about to break out.

"You treacherous demon from the Jie Sect, how dare you plot against me!"

"You bastard from the Chan Sect, you're asking for death!!"

Yu Hua summoned the Blood Blade Yin Treasure, and the sound of metal clashing together shook the mist. Behind him, more than thirty Jie Sect cultivators simultaneously made hand seals.

Shoujing's expression changed drastically, and her first reaction was to look for Shen Gongbao.

He carefully checked the numbers, counting them all, including the ghost soldiers. "Three thousand seven hundred and forty-two, three thousand seven hundred and forty-three, three thousand seven hundred and forty-four, no!!!"

"One person is missing, where is Shen Gongbao?!"

Shou Jing felt a chill run down her spine as scenes of Shen Gongbao using the Corpse Transformation Technique flooded her mind.

His face was ashen, and Yu Hua said impatiently, "Shoujing, let's help trap Yang Jian first and deal with the scum of the Chan Sect."

"Yu Hua, one person is missing!"

"What nonsense! I have a junior brother with two souls in one body. Maybe the number is wrong."

Yu Hua looked down on Shou Jing even more and approached the Chan Sect cultivators with his blood-stained blade in hand.

Shou Jing came to her senses and thought about it. It made sense. There were three Guixu Realm cultivators present, plus the corpse of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. Unless Shen Gongbao had become an immortal, how could he have quietly blended into the crowd?

He looked around at the monks, all of whom were his closest fellow disciples.

"As long as it's not someone close to me, even Shen Gongbao..."

"kindness?"

Shoujing felt a chill run down her spine as she saw Yin Jiao's face filled with resentment and venom, and he was whimpering, reminding her that Shen Gongbao was within ten meters.

At this moment, Yang He had already possessed the monk's body.

A smile played on his lips as he realized an interesting discovery: he could actually absorb the yin energy and yang fire of monks.

That's fucking awesome!

(End of this chapter)