Mythology

Chapter 365 The Five-Colored Buddha Cat in a Kasaya
The army marched eastward, winding through the towering mountains like a long dragon.

Banners blotted out the sun, swords and spears gleamed coldly, and warhorses neighed deafeningly.

Yang He stood on a hillside not far away, watching the Western Zhou army march. The soldiers' yang energy suppressed the evil spirits, preventing them from getting close.

Rumble.

Led by Lei Zhenzi, the Chan Sect cultivators are besieging and exterminating the evil spirits.

However, even though a batch is cleared out every now and then, evil spirits continue to emerge.

"The world is in chaos. I wonder if it is related to the sage. Otherwise, why would the Twelve Golden Immortals want to break away from their status as second-generation disciples?"

Yang He heard the soldiers cheering for Lei Zhenzi's exorcism.

The people of the Western Zhou believed they were practicing righteousness, so they were determined to overthrow the Shang dynasty and restore peace and order to the world.

He shook his head slightly. As someone who lived through three thousand years, he believed that the Shang Dynasty was not the source of the trouble at all, and that evil spirits would only increase.

The most desperate moment may be after a change of dynasty.

"Junior brother, are you really not going to accompany the army?"

Nezha was standing beside him at some point, wearing a plain white Taoist robe, a rare sight for him.

"Junior brother, your tribulation is approaching. If you follow the army, you may harm innocent people. Let's meet again after you leave seclusion. I hope you will be careful, Nezha."

Yang He's worried expression vanished, and he handed over the newly refined Hun Tian Ling. The Yin Bao was wrapped with the colorful flames transformed from the skin of the Chi Jing Zi, which not only greatly increased its power, but also allowed Nezha to comprehend the Samadhi True Fire.

Ten days have passed since the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation ended. During this time, he mainly focused on refining the Hun Tian Ling and also died and returned to the main world once more.

Yang Hege has brought all the necessary resources and cherishes this two-year retreat.

Nezha took the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), and the Yin Bao (a magical treasure) was three times heavier than before, full of spirituality, and felt like holding a blazing sun in his hand.

"Senior brother, let's take our leave now. Please help me bid farewell to Jiang Taigong."

"Okay, take care."

Nezha only managed to utter these two words in the end.

Yang He bowed and took his leave, then disappeared into the mountains, carried by the copper coin sword.

The journey wasn't long, but the evil spirits along the way all gave way, and the ferocious demons and monsters of the past cowered and trembled as if they had seen their natural enemy.

Yang He summoned the Precious Bone Tomb and did not spare any evil spirits within his divine sense range.

However, in today's chaotic world, it's just a drop in the ocean.

Ten days later.

Yang He sheathed his copper coin sword, and the outline of Jiepai Pass appeared in the twilight.

The ancient city walls, perched precariously in this strategic location, gleam with a bronze sheen, while the merchant flags hanging atop the towers are tattered and worn by time. Compared to the somber atmosphere of Chentang Pass and the rugged grandeur of Qinglong Pass, this place exudes an indescribable sense of...desolation.

The city gate guards were all pale-faced, and when they patrolled, they were as orderly as marionettes.

"The Jie Sect has taken over Jiepai Pass, but there are no signs of them setting up the Zhuxian Formation yet."

Yang He circled around Jiepai Pass and found only one old banyan tree three miles outside the pass. The ancient tree, which required ten people to encircle, grew upside down, with its roots exposed like coiled dragons.

"Why did Master mention that Lao Tzu would come to the bottom of the banyan tree?"

He didn't see anything special about the banyan tree, only noticing a few broken ropes on the branches, suggesting that locals would come to the banyan tree to hang themselves.

If this continues, the banyan tree is showing signs of becoming a ghost.

"I'll go into seclusion nearby, so I don't miss out on Lao Tzu."

Yang He carved out a simple cave a hundred meters underground, with a banyan tree directly above it. Although the yin energy was relatively weak, it was better because there was no one around.

After using the skull from the Precious Bone Mausoleum to create a simple stake, the seclusion officially began.

Yang He took out the incense burner he had prepared in his spare time, lit the calming yin object, and then held three pills on the tip of his tongue to boost his yang fire.

"Ideally, I should be able to reach the Tribulation Transcending Realm within two years."

Meow! ! !
The black cat appeared in the cave, its five-colored divine light uncontrollably emanating. The one most tormented wasn't Yang He, but himself, his body riddled with injuries. Meanwhile, the ghost with eyes that cared for Hakimi quickly channeled yin energy to soothe the black cat.

Yang He gathered a wisp of spiritual light at his fingertips and took out Cihang Daoren's skin pouch. It had been tempered beforehand, making the skin pouch as thin as a cicada's wing and translucent with a jade-like luster. It was definitely a potential spiritual treasure.

He took a deep breath, using his fingers as a brush and his divine sense as ink, and began to outline the spiritual patterns.

As soon as the spiritual pattern took shape, it transformed into a structure similar to Sanskrit, causing layers of scriptures to appear on the surface of the skin.

Every word is as precious as gold, and every sentence shines with brilliance.

"Five-Colored Divine Light, come!"

Yang He gave a low shout, and the five-colored light around the black cat suddenly contracted, then was drawn out and merged into its skin like flowing water.

"Congeal!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and the five-colored divine light completely solidified.

The physical body transformed into a radiant and colorful cassock.

The robes moved without wind, and faint chanting could be heard.

"It's done."

"My mediocre weapon-refining skills actually managed to forge a Yin Treasure. I guess the skin of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal is more precious."

[Five-color cassock]

[The inferior Yin treasure refined by Yang He was transformed from the skin of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and was adorned with five-colored divine light. The five-colored kasaya could absorb the Yin energy entering the body and replenish one's own cultivation.]

"If it weren't a cassock, I would really want to keep it for myself."

Yang He gave a slight shake, and the five-colored cassock was draped over the black cat's body. The five-colored divine light subsided slightly, at least enough to allow Hakimi to catch his breath.

Meow?
The black cat looked down at the five-colored cassock it was wearing, then looked up at Yang He.

A complex expression, difficult to describe, appeared on the cat's face: three parts bewilderment, three parts disdain, and four parts awkwardness from trying to maintain a dignified demeanor.

It tried to take two steps, its robe dragging on the ground.

Five-colored light flowed and shone, making the entire cave shine brightly.

The black cat's attempt to adopt a solemn and dignified demeanor, coupled with its round face and twitching ears, made it look exceptionally comical.

Meow~~

"Hahaha, enlightened monk cat, it would be interesting if you followed Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West to obtain the scriptures."

Yang He rubbed the black cat's head.

After the black cat realized that walking on all fours was not suitable for the five-colored robe, it struggled to stand up and tried to walk upright, which made it even more ridiculous.

"Stop hesitating, and join me in cultivating the True Secrets of the Five Directions Profound Light Cave."

The True Secrets of the Five Directions Mysterious Light Cave requires a person and a beast to cultivate together, and their minds must be in perfect harmony in order to generate countless transformations.

Yang He sat cross-legged, holding the black cat in his arms.

He lightly touched the black cat's brow, and a wisp of yin energy, like a thread, coiled around it, connecting with the five-colored divine light within the black cat's body.

Gradually, the physical and spiritual auras of the human and the cat began to synchronize, and yin energy flowed between them, forming a perfect cycle.

The black cat's face showed focus as it clumsily followed the guidance, attempting to activate the Acquired Realm method of the Five Directions Profound Light Cave True Secret Record.

However, its intelligence is ultimately limited; it often remembers a step only to forget it completely the next day.

"continue."

Yang Hehe remained calm and repeated the steps over and over again.

Although the black cat was dull-witted, it had excellent patience. It obediently followed along and learned, and gradually, its movements became quite skillful.

Yang He also had the leisure to attack Zai Dao and prepare a second support flag.

(End of this chapter)