Mythology

Chapter 364 Jiepai Pass

Yunxiao Niangniang was originally an evil spirit composed of resentment. As the resentment dissipated, the remaining true spirit of her soul entered the Investiture of the Gods.

While Yang He was still in a daze, he was expelled from the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

"Speaking of which, where is Bixiao, one of the Three Immortal Maidens?"

He was tempted. Lady Qiongxiao was indirectly helping him to become a Corpse Immortal, and Lady Yunxiao simply gave him a supreme innate treasure as a dowry.

Yep.

If Lady Bixiao were to come again, wouldn't she gain even more?

"Junior brother." Yang Ren frowned slightly, his all-seeing eye looking southwest. "Quickly put away the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron. There are quite a few True Immortals lurking nearby."

"kindness."

Yang He dared not be negligent, having already sensed that Daoist Ran Deng was nearby.

Entrusting the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings to the Daoist Burning Lamp is more beneficial than harmful. He can also sense their positions at all times, and will definitely gain the upper hand in the next confrontation.

He opened his pupil-like eyes between his brows, and the Hunyuan Golden Bucket, shaped like brass ore, was drawn into his Niwan Palace.

【Hun Yuan Jin Dou (Fragment)】

[This primordial being, born at the dawn of creation, has suffered damage, but still retains its primordial Dao essence and contains a wisp of five-colored divine light. It will be restored in 3,540 years.]

"Three thousand years? If I were buried somewhere in the world of legends, wouldn't that mean..."

"never mind."

Yang He dismissed the idea. In this world, there are countless chosen ones, and it's very possible that the burial site would be dug up by Yang Jian the very next day.

"Anyway, with my current strength I can't use innate treasures, so using an incomplete version as a spiritual treasure is still fine."

Lu Ya Daoist shook the red gourd, releasing pure energy to conceal the aura of the innate supreme treasure.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Your eldest daughter-in-law is quite good. The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron was able to remain intact and never fell into your hands. She also refined the Five-Colored Divine Light into it, so its power will surely increase greatly after it is restored."

Yang He understood what Lu Ya Daoist meant: the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron was a gift from the Tongtian Sect Leader to Lady Yunxiao, and it had fallen into disrepair because it was incomplete.

Nezha raised an eyebrow. "Junior brother, are they really your wives? Actually, our Li family in Chentang Pass has many gentle and refined women. There's no need to find someone so old."

Lu Ya Daoist said solemnly, "Don't talk nonsense. The Three Immortal Maidens are all sentient beings born from corpses. Calculate the time..."

"Yes, she's about forty-six years old, and she just came of age not long ago."

"Jiji" means a woman has come of age and refers to wearing her hair in a bun with a hairpin.

How could Yang He not hear their deliberate teasing? His eyes twitched involuntarily, and he opened his mouth several times, not knowing how to explain.

It was purely my own fault for being so impulsive; otherwise, how could I have gotten myself into such a troublesome situation?

Of course, thinking about it carefully, it's not a bad deal. Is there any chance of it being remade in the future? The Queen of the Women's Kingdom is quite good, as is the Spider Demon.

cough cough cough.

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts; who knew what the female demons in Journey to the West looked like?

Lu Ya Daoist's smile faded. "Don't spread the matter of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron. The Twelve Golden Immortals, who have just reshaped their bodies and souls, are coming towards you. I have no time to meddle in your family affairs."

"Let's go."

He took a swig of wine, stepped on a blade of light, and instantly vanished a hundred miles away.

Yang He watched Lu Ya Daoist leave, and couldn't help but feel admiration.

Lu Ya Dao Ren had already been drawn into the Investiture of the Gods calamity by experiencing the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, and he could not escape the upcoming Immortal Slaughtering Formation and Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. However, he was originally an outsider.

Most immortals participated in the Investiture of the Gods either out of necessity or for ulterior motives.

Lu Ya Daoist did whatever he pleased, even if it meant his death and the dissipation of his Dao.

"Master."

When Nezha saw the figures of the Twelve Golden Immortals from afar, he couldn't help but wave his Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), but Taiyi Zhenren remained silent after getting closer.

Guang Chengzi was at the head, surrounded by the other twelve Golden Immortals who moved about in the mountains and forests.

Surprisingly, they ignored them and flew straight over the crowd, their destination clearly Qinglong Pass.

"Junior brother, Master seems a bit off."

There's something awkward about Nezha that's hard to explain. He looks exactly the same as the Twelve Golden Immortals, yet there's an inexplicable sense of unfamiliarity about him.

"Perhaps it's because it hasn't adapted to its reshaped body and soul?" Yang Jian's three eyes opened and closed.

Yang Ren's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty. He had clearly noticed something amiss, but he had no concrete evidence and dared not believe that the Twelve Golden Immortals were fake.

Huang Tianhua couldn't help but ask, "Junior Brother Yang He, could it be related to the physical forms of the Twelve Golden Immortals? Do you know any secrets?"

Yang He did not answer immediately, but used his spiritual vision to observe the true and false forms of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Cihang Daoren, and Julusun all exuded a familiar aura, clearly the Great Seal of Aniruddha, indicating that they had already betrayed the Chan Sect.

Yang He realized that each of the Twelve Golden Immortals was trying to get rid of Yuanshi Tianzun, and that the four traitors must be using the Buddhist method of transformation.

He glanced at it and found quite a few traces.

Similarly, Huanglong Zhenren, who lacks a spine, is said to have a dragon-shaped yin meridian, and it is very likely that he was able to live another life by relying on his spine.

Or perhaps Chi Jingzi, whose Samadhi True Fire was mostly destroyed, also possessed similar methods.

However, Yang He felt that they would most likely die and perish, as becoming a disciple of a saint was not something one could come and go as one pleased.

Only the two traitors and four immortals, who received the protection of the two Western Saints, had a chance.

But isn't it just going from one fire pit to another?

Yang He withdrew his gaze and carefully explained, "Fellow senior brothers, I can only tell you that the Twelve Golden Immortals had planned this all along. You can take it as them... shedding their skin."

"clear."

Yang Ren said solemnly, "From now on, do not return to the Twelve Golden Immortals' dojo. You will naturally be able to see your master again when the Western Zhou Dynasty changes." Huang Tianhua looked around, "What are your plans next, fellow Daoists?"

Just as Yang He was about to speak, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of him.

It was none other than the Taoist Ran Deng.

He reacted extremely quickly, but on the surface he still pretended to be very surprised, for fear that the Taoist Ran Deng would realize that he and Shen Gongbao were one.

"I have met Teacher Ran Deng."

"I have met my senior brother, Master Ran Deng."

Yang Jian and the others held the Daoist Ran Deng in high esteem. Back in the days at Yuxu Palace, when the Twelve Golden Immortals were busy with their cultivation, it was the Daoist Ran Deng who was in charge of spreading the Dao.

With a smile on his face, the Yin energy emanating from the tip of his fingertips helped everyone recover from their injuries.

Yang He remained calm and allowed the Yin energy to circulate throughout his body, quietly hiding the Corpse Wheel Small World in a corner of his Niwan Palace.

The yin energy quickly dissipated, and Daoist Ran Deng also ruled out the five people as suspects.

“Jiang Ziya is just a hundred miles away. If the five of you have nowhere to cultivate, you can follow the Western Zhou army eastward.”

The Taoist Ran Deng took out several bottles of pills from his sleeve and distributed them to everyone. "These are the Nine-Turn Golden Pills, a secret recipe of the Jade Void Palace. They can help you heal your injuries and cultivate."

Yang Heling glanced at the pills and saw that there was indeed no hidden trick, but it was just a little trick by Daoist Ran Deng to win people's hearts.

"Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, I would like to take this opportunity to make your acquaintance."

"Reporting to Senior Uncle, Senior Lu Ya has already left due to other matters."

"pity."

As the Taoist Ran Deng spoke, he had his arms behind his back with his index fingers and thumbs together. Yang He immediately recognized that the former was on guard against the Seven Arrows of Nailhead.

Yang Jian hesitated and asked, "Teacher, are the Twelve Golden Immortals alright?"

Upon hearing this, the others couldn't help but show concern.

The Taoist Ran Deng gently comforted them, "I have heard about the matter of the Twelve Golden Immortals. Don't worry, how could a Great Luo Golden Immortal die so easily?"

Everyone thanked him, completely unaware of the true nature of the Taoist Ran Deng's hypocrisy.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

The Taoist Ran Deng transformed into a beam of light and vanished without a trace.

Yang He gazed at the sky, a smile playing on his lips. He closed his eyes and communicated with the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and immediately a deafening chanting sound filled his ears.

The chanting came from the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings, and in just a short moment, changes occurred within it.

"Thank you, Uncle-Master Randeng." Yang He originally preferred the Dinghai Pearl. If it weren't for Daoist Randeng pressing him step by step, he wouldn't have wanted to hastily refine the Dinghai Pearl into a Buddhist immortal court.

But now, seeing how much importance the Burning Lamp Taoist placed on it, he couldn't help but exclaim how awesome it was.

Once I reclaim the Twenty-Four Heavens, the Burning Lamp Daoist will surely bring me a pleasant surprise. Whether I can become an immortal or attain enlightenment depends entirely on my master.

Yang Ren hesitated and said, "Let's leave this place first."

"kindness."

The five headed towards Qinglong Pass, and before long, they saw an endless army stretching through the mountains, attracting a large number of evil spirits to follow them.

.........

A thousand miles away, a solitary peak stands out abruptly.

The Taoist Ran Deng suddenly stopped at the mountain peak, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

He gazed intently into the distance, his fingertips lightly twirling the Twenty-Four Heavens, constantly using his body and soul to nurture one of the worlds.

"come out."

Before he finished speaking, four figures appeared out of thin air.

They are Cihang Daoren, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Samantabhadra Zhenren, and Julusun, with faint Sanskrit characters appearing around them.

Without turning his head, the Taoist Ran Deng coldly asked, "How about it?"

The Perfected One Samantabhadra exclaimed, “The Great Seal of Aniruddha’s Transmission is infinitely mysterious, and my connection with the saint is gradually being worn away.”

"Indeed, it is worthy of being the lineage created by the two Western sages."

The voices of the four immortals all emanated from their abdomens; their bodies and souls, transformed from the mountains, had become the furnace for Aniruddha's great seal.

"Don't assume everything is foolproof." Daoist Ran Deng opened his mouth and exhaled the purple aura of the rising sun, the light shining for more than ten miles.

“If you want to complete the Nirvana Seal, you need someone to bear the drawbacks.”

The four immortals bowed respectfully.

The Taoist Ran Deng merged the purple energy into the Twenty-Four Heavens, saying, "How about serving the Seven Immortals? Next, the Chan and Jie sects will have another battle at Jiepai Pass. If you don't seize the opportunity, you will have no chance."

The four immortals nodded and listened patiently to what the Taoist Ran Deng had to say.

The Taoist Ran Deng was breathing rapidly. "Jiepai Pass is also the key to my establishment of the Taoist path, but I have been inexplicably uneasy."

"I need your cooperation."

The four immortals agreed, and the Taoist Ran Deng kept his eyes fixed on the rising sun.

The Taoist Ran Deng had a premonition that Shen Gongbao was not only not dead, but had also tampered with his own Twenty-Four Heavens, though he had no way of verifying it.

"Shen Gongbao is probably just a pawn, and we have no way of knowing who is behind him."

With a flick of his sleeve, Daoist Ran Deng sent over a dozen mountains into the Twenty-Four Heavens, all chosen for their yin veins, which could boost the yin energy of the Celestial Court.

"But it doesn't matter, I don't believe anyone can snatch food from a tiger's mouth."

(End of this chapter)