Mythology

Chapter 324 Taking Everything and Making Nothing
"Ignoring the difficulty of cultivation, I feel that there is no distinction between superior and inferior immortals, only different focuses. The supernatural abilities derived from ghost immortals are just like evil spirits."

As Yang He absorbed the monk's yin energy and yang fire, the five elements of yin matter in the Corpse Wheel Small World were washed away, and the integration speed obviously accelerated.

If it is purely yin energy, the effect is not as obvious as if it is mixed with yang energy.

Yang He examined the small world of the Corpse Wheel, where the Five Elements were gradually emerging.

The tea gardens are lush and green with new buds; there are scattered minerals underground; yin energy forms pools in the depressions; the mountains become layered; and the sunlight in the sky shines even brighter.

His smile grew increasingly eerie, and he couldn't help but count the number of cultivators present.

There are seven disciples of the Five Lights Temple. Perhaps because they contain the Blazing Ghost, the Yang Fire they contain is far beyond ordinary. Each of them is practically a walking, breathing medicine, making Yang He extremely envious.

"With the help of being possessed by a ghost, the Five Elements Ruins should be mostly completed. The Yin energy of the eight godfathers will accumulate in the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple. This time, the breakthrough to the Perfection of the Returning Ruins Realm should not be a problem."

The monk possessed by Yang He was named Shouji, whose cultivation was at the peak of the Hunyuan Realm. In fact, monks who have lived to this day are all half a step away from returning to the Void.

"However, the yin energy of monks carries a hint of karmic fire."

"It's alright, the business will thrive and employment will flourish."

Yang He used to raise ghosts with karmic fire. The pupil ghost absorbed the glass membrane derived from the karmic fire, and now the drought-stricken corpse poison still carries some karmic fire.

He even vaguely sensed fragments of Shouji's memories through possession by a ghost.

Inside the Five Lights Temple, Ma Shan's disciples all called themselves ascetic monks, but what they did was not human. Their cultivation method, the Five Lights Red Lotus Technique, required swallowing impure thoughts to nurture karmic fire.

The source of these distracting thoughts is precisely those outer disciples.

If outer disciples are unable to reach the Acquired Realm by chance, they usually become resources for inner disciples, like wood to be burned by karmic fire.

Seeing this, Yang He no longer held back and simultaneously dispersed some of his Yin energy.

It's like pre-selecting a target for possession, then devouring them and immediately entering their body, without even a hermit monk noticing.

While Yang He was leisurely cultivating, the cultivators of the two sects were already on the verge of drawing their swords.

Rumble.

They didn't remain deadlocked for long before engaging in close combat.

Yu Hua glanced at Shou Jing, snorted coldly, no longer expecting his help, covered his blood-stained blade, and engaged Yang Jian in fierce combat, with thick fog churning around them.

Shoujing was still looking around, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

He had become neurotic, always feeling that Shen Gongbao was watching him from the shadows, but when he looked around, there was nothing unusual.

“Senior brother,” a monk beside him couldn’t help but say, “If you don’t help Yu Hua, I’m afraid I’ll make an enemy of the Jie Sect’s One Qi Immortal.”

"I...I know."

Upon hearing this, Shoujing's prayer beads swelled to half a meter in size, and the eighteen bone beads swirled in the air, transforming into eerie white ghost flames that attacked Yang Jian!
However, at the very moment he made his move...

The black coffin began to shake inexplicably, and the seven coffin bearers knelt down on the ground without prior arrangement.

The Yin energy was disordered, and a fishy, ​​sweet taste rushed straight to his throat.

A large mouthful of purplish-black blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Senior brother?!" The monk tried to help Shoujing up, but the next moment, he couldn't help but cover his throat and cough violently, vomiting a pool of thick blood!
Everyone present, including the ghost soldiers, was in complete chaos.

The cultivators from both sects had distorted expressions. Regardless of their cultivation level, they were all tainted by the corpse poison, the source of which was naturally the black coffin that imprisoned Zhao Gongming's corpse.

The whispers echoing through Jiuqu Town became sharp and urgent.

"The auspicious time in the underworld is midnight."

"The moon shines on the road to the underworld, the gates of hell are about to close..."

"Set off quickly, lest you miss the opportune moment and ruin your chance for love!"

Everyone sensed the intense malice, and the whispers pierced their minds: if they didn't reach the wealthy man's residence within the deadline, they would all be executed.

The monks from both religions wisely withdrew, their expressions turning one of surprise and uncertainty.

Click click click.

Immediately afterward, before Shoujing could even communicate with the Living Buddha, the coffin bearers uncontrollably rose up, and the black coffin swayed and staggered along the street.

Yang Jian deflected Yu Hua's blood-stained blade, opened his mouth and spat out a blood-stained blade, forcing the Seven Monsters of Meishan to retreat from the Jie Sect.

Yu Hua didn't say much, realizing that the most urgent task was not to eradicate the Chan Sect, but to figure out how to get out of this hellish place unscathed.

The cultivators, enduring the surging corpse poison within their bodies, staggered and followed the black coffin.

"Something's wrong."

When Shoujing came to her senses, she realized that the number of cultivators from both sects had not decreased, but one of her junior brothers had died inexplicably.

The corpse was emaciated, as if it had been used as nourishment for evil spirits.

His Buddhist name was Shouji.

"It's Shen Gongbao! Is he a human or a ghost now?"

Just as Shoujing was about to tell Yu Hua, she noticed that the Jie Sect cultivators were already on guard against her. She immediately realized that she could not rely on the others after all, and that Shen Gongbao was coming for them.

Moreover, the monks of both religions have no time to attend to Shen Gongbao, so the procession of the coffin will not be peaceful.

"We must find a way to force Shen Gongbao out." A ruthless glint flashed between Shou Jing's brows. "This man is disliked by both sects. We can then join forces with Yu Hua and Yang Jian to surround and kill him."

The black coffin slowly made its way into the street, and through the thick fog, one could see the blurry figures of people, who seemed to be dancing and celebrating their joyous day.

Click.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was incredibly loud.

The two flawed Living Buddhas on the upper right could not withstand the heavy pressure of the black coffin, and their spines suddenly bent at an unbelievable angle.

The coffin was brought to a stop, and the two corpses hung on the lid, their internal organs sliding out of their abdominal cavities.

dong dong dong.

The knocking inside the coffin continued incessantly.

"Shoujing, let the ghost soldiers take their place!!" Yu Hua's expression was solemn. He grabbed Shoujing's shoulder, and the latter hurriedly guided the ghost soldiers to carry the coffin. Shoujing took out Yin Jiao's Great Shang Dharma Seal and signaled the ghost soldiers to fill the vacancies themselves.

boom.

In just a short while, another monk's body fell to the ground.

It remained withered and shriveled, a dead state.

Instead of feeling sorry for the fallen, Shoujing's eyes lit up with joy, for he realized that Shen Gongbao was hiding among his fellow practitioners.

"Whether Shen Gongbao is an evil spirit or not, he must not know what karmic fire is."

"We have followed our master in cultivation for a hundred years, and have long since refined the karmic fire into the yin energy. Once activated, it will amplify the power of the fire."

Shoujing pretended to be sad and chanted sutras to help the corpse pass on.

"After Shen Gongbao has devoured all the ascetic monks, it will eventually be my turn. I will then imprison him with my own body and make his soul scatter!"

Yu Hua's blood-red blade hummed in its sheath. He glanced at Shou Jing and sensed that the latter had gone mad, so he completely abandoned the idea of ​​fighting against the Chan Sect.

More than three thousand ghost soldiers became scapegoats, and they had to be replaced every few meters.

Yin Jiao's eyes darted around, clearly searching for Shen Gongbao's whereabouts. Meanwhile, cracks covered his entire body, and he was barely clinging to life by clinging to his resentment. His joints were already beyond repair.

What should have been a short walk of a street took half an hour to complete, and the streets were littered with corpses.

Yu Hua occasionally paid attention to the cultivators of the Five Lights Temple and discovered that there were only three cultivators left.

"what the hell?"

Shoujing's lips curled up uncontrollably, his eyes were bloodshot, and as yet another monk collapsed to the ground, he inexplicably revealed a smile.

Yu Hua felt a chill run down his spine; in comparison, the Chan Sect, which was on guard at every turn, seemed much more normal.

"Senior Brother Yu, the residence of the Three Immortal Maidens is just ahead!"

After the sacrifice of seven or eight hundred people, the black coffin was successfully brought to the front of the wealthy man's house, where lanterns and colorful decorations were hung inside and out, and red silk was hung high.

Two rows of pale white lanterns hung under the eaves, their flickering candlelight distorting the faces of the stone lions.

"Welcome the son-in-law!!!"

A mournful cry rang out, and the vermilion gate swung open.

The double happiness character pasted on the lintel was cut from white paper and fluttered in the wind.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, dozens of paper-mache wedding servants emerged, their pale cheeks smeared with two patches of scarlet.

The cheerful tunes played were strange, sometimes joyful, sometimes mournful, like the wailing of a hundred ghosts at night.

Neither sect's cultivators acted rashly, especially the Jie Sect, whose Yu Hua had received a promise from his master, the Immortal of One Qi, that he would come in person.

If possible, Yu Hua had no intention of setting foot in the mansion.

Shoujing's attention was focused on the last monk. His fellow disciple looked terrified and tried to ask Shoujing for help, but the senior disciple looked expectant.

As the yin energy and yang fire dimmed, the monk slumped to the ground.

Seeing this, Yu Hua hesitated to speak, but before he could utter a word, the monk had already died.

Shoujing couldn't wait to go forward and check. After confirming that it was correct, smoke and dust emanated from the ordination scar on her head, and karmic fire ignited every inch of her flesh.

He could sense that Shen Gongbao was hidden inside his internal organs.

Shen Gongbao is doomed to die, and will also have to endure the torment of being burned by karmic fire!

Shoujing didn't even pay attention to his surroundings; his Dao heart was already on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't help but let out a strange, gurgling laugh.

"The auspicious time has arrived!!"

A sharp, piercing sound came from deep within the mansion.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a hunched-over matchmaker slowly walking out.

The matchmaker was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, but her neck was as thin as a fist, as if it were being tightly strangled by an invisible rope, and her throat was deformed.

Her mouth stretched from ear to ear, revealing uneven, yellow teeth.

"Our relatives have come from afar, which must have been quite arduous."

"The master has prepared seats of honor for you. Please take your seats and wait. Tomorrow morning is the festival day for Miss Yunxiao."

She raised her withered, emaciated arm and gestured for her to proceed.

Countless red lanterns lit up the mansion, turning the courtyard blood red. Inside, a banquet was laid out, but the dishes were horrifying.

Rotten fish heads, moldy pastries, chunks of meat crawling with maggots...

The cultivators turned around and saw a dense crowd of people approaching from the street, each carrying a shoulder pole filled with festive gifts.

The ghost soldiers were scattered in various places and first came into contact with the people.

Just moments ago, the ordinary people were completely unsuspecting. Suddenly, they snapped the limbs of the ghost soldiers and, amidst the banging of gongs and drums, divided up the corpses.

This resulted in the gift containing several more pieces of bright red internal organs.

Everyone realized that staying outside meant certain death.

The Jie Sect cultivators were the first to enter the mansion, and servants guided them to their seats. The matchmaker then called out loudly to the true disciples of the two sects.

"At the One Qi Temple on Penglai Island, all beings share in the joy of the underworld!"

"At the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain, Nezha shares in the joy of the underworld!"

"At the Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain, Yang Jian and I share in the joy of the underworld!"

.........

Everyone took their seats one by one until it was Shoujing's turn.

"At the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain, Shen Gongbao and others share in the joy of the underworld!"

(End of this chapter)