Mythology

Chapter 367 Land of Divine Blessing
"Come out, Hei Zi, you should cultivate diligently outside and advance to the Integration stage as soon as possible."

The five-colored divine light burst forth from the small world, but because the black cat could not move as it pleased, the light accidentally shone on the surface of the rock wall.

brush.

The staking pile was broken open, and the cave was expanded by a hundred meters.

There were four piles of stones on the ground, as well as copper, iron, and a small amount of silver. All the metals were pure and flawless, comparable to inferior yin substances.

"If you can't withstand the five-colored divine light, your flesh and bones will be separated."

Yang He was very satisfied. Although the Five-Colored Divine Light could not be used as a regular method against strong enemies, there were still ways to avoid it if you were prepared in advance. But the real fear was that it would suddenly and unexpectedly swipe out.

He tried to control the object, but it was gone. He tried to swallow the elixir, but it was gone. Thinking his body and soul were unharmed, he simply wiped out his internal organs.

"The potential that can be tapped by the Five-Colored Divine Light is not limited to this."

"The fact that Buddhism values ​​Kong Xuan so much, and that the Buddha recognized him as his godmother in the original work, shows that the Five-Colored Divine Light is absolutely a supreme supernatural power in Buddhism."

"Hehe, from now on, the Immaculate Buddha should work harder towards Buddhism."

Yang He summoned a second flag, and then took out a wisp of yin energy.

The yin energy was half real and half illusory, and a distorted human face vaguely appeared in the center. Upon closer inspection, one could find that the facial features were similar to those of Yang He.

This object is the head of the Yin Ghost Immortal.

The second flag's aura became pulsating, extending numerous blood vessels as it sought to devour the head of the Yin Ghost Immortal to regenerate its power.

Yang He did not stop them; having experience in crafting the Corpse Flag, he seemed quite at ease.

The yin energy enveloped the flag, and the human face was extremely ferocious. Ghostly wails and howls echoed in the Niwan Palace, and a faint throbbing pain appeared in the temples.

Yang He remained unmoved, using his divine sense to inscribe patterns on the flag.

The face gradually elongated and deformed, eventually transforming into the outline of a triangular flag, with a stark white spine still visible near the flagpole, and a small skull bell hanging at the end.

Yang He focused his pupils, and the words had already formed on the second flag.

【puppet】

He once again fell into an out-of-body state, as if he could see the Chiyin Ghost Immortal in the depths of hell across three thousand years.

If the Three Corpse Taoist is an endless corpse in later generations.

Then, the Imperial Ghost Immortal is a shapeless cloud of smoke, filled with countless human faces, as if trapping billions of remnant souls.

Yang He opened his eyes and subconsciously activated the Puppet Flag.

There was no response.

He communicated with the Nuo Xiang ghost and soon learned that the Kao Qi's transformation into an immortal was not without conditions; the permanent characters could only transform into the corresponding ghosts and gods.

The Three Corpse Taoist is a Corpse-Transforming Immortal, and the Yin-Controlling Ghost Immortal is a Puppet-Transforming Immortal.

Only the true form can freely use the Immortal Transformation Technique.

"In any case, at least the main world has one more trump card. We can try the fusion of two immortals later. Hopefully, the burden on our body and soul won't be too heavy."

Yang He didn't come away empty-handed either. With the two flags landing in the small world, he could clearly sense that a slight opportunity for the Soul Suppression had appeared.

He lifted the large vat with force, and a continuous stream of yin energy poured into the small world.

Then, the cave returned to peace.

.........

Two years later.

Despite being a border pass, Jiepai Pass is also a town with all the necessary facilities.

Night gradually fell, and a light mist filled the air.

Only the banyan tree stood alone beside the official road, with rain pattering down.

suddenly.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, around forty years old, appeared under the tree, with a black cat lying at his feet.

"what's the situation."

As soon as Yang He left the cave, he sensed that something was wrong. To be precise, something was wrong with Jiepai Pass.

It was already dark, but few people were returning home from Jiepai Pass.

The town was brightly lit and bustling like a main world, showing no sign of vigilance against evil spirits—no, there were no evil spirits at all. "Is it the Immortal Slaughtering Formation?"

Yang He opened his eyes and scanned the boundary marker pass.

Not to mention evil spirits, not even a single cultivator was seen. The entire area was inhabited by mortals, and none of the soldiers had ever practiced any Daoist tradition.

Such an anomaly can only mean that the story has already begun.

"Strange, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation in the original work was formed from four innate treasures, which forced Yuanshi Tianzun, Taishang Laojun, and the two Western Saints to work together to break it. However, the story is about protecting mortals."

"It should only be the beginning. Anyway, we have plenty of time. We'll go into the city to explore later."

Yang He was clearly in decline, but his cultivation had successfully reached the perfect state of Integration. Inside the hall of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple sat a Taoist priest, who was none other than the soul that was guarding his small world.

"Hehe, surely the Immortal Slaughtering Formation can't be beneficial to the country and its people."

He looked around and noticed that the banyan tree must have saved many ordinary people, and the local people had already worshipped it as a mountain god.

There are clearly sacrificial rites every few days.

The base of the tree was filled with unburnt incense sticks, and the branches were adorned with the heads of three kinds of animals. A stone tablet nearby was inscribed with the achievements of the mountain god.

"The Immortal Lord manifested his divine power at Jiepai Pass two hundred years ago, transforming into an ancient banyan tree to shelter travelers. In recent years, evil spirits have ravaged the land, causing widespread famine. Therefore, he displayed his supernatural powers to protect the people. Anyone who passes by will receive protection by burning three sticks of incense."

On the side of the stele are tiny characters, still fresh in ink: 'Three thousand five hundred and forty-two immortal leaves; a traveler who takes one can ward off a hundred evils, and will return home in three days.'

Yang He said with a hint of regret, "The training stake has already been taken away, and there will be no more immortal lords in the future."

"I wonder when Laozi will arrive."

He turned to leave, but his peripheral vision caught the banyan tree, and Tong Gui accurately counted the number of leaves: a total of three thousand five hundred and forty-two.

no more, no less.

Yang He frowned slightly, then noticed that there were no fallen leaves at the base of the tree.

He picked the leaves and walked out of the banyan tree's enclosure.

The information on the panel is just ordinary tree leaves.

Yang energy is dissipating.

Before long, a rustling sound came, and a hanged ghost crawled on the ground, eagerly heading towards Yang He.

Before Yang He could even make a move, the ordinary leaf trembled violently, the golden liquid flowing through its veins boiled, and a dazzling spiritual light flashed.

Before the hanged ghost could even let out a scream, it turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished in the night wind.

Yang He crushed the leaves, and another leaf sprouted from the banyan tree branch.

"Was this done by Laozi?"

"But if it's just banyan trees, why are there no evil spirits within Jiepai Pass?"

Yang He stepped towards the Jiepai Pass city gate.

A sudden night rain began, pattering on the bluestone slabs.

At the city gate, the vermilion door god portraits gleamed silver in the moonlight.

The door god images are old, the painting is not special, and the materials used are ordinary.

It happened to have a line of small print.

Before the New Year, the door gods suddenly appeared, and from then on, no evil spirits or demons dared to approach the city walls, protecting the people of the town and ensuring their peace.

Yang He suddenly stopped, and the three ghosts in the small world simultaneously let out a shrill scream. Before they could even communicate with each other, the three ghosts vanished into thin air.

Meow! ! !
The black cat's fur stood on end, and five-colored divine light spontaneously protected its body, but in the next second it was torn into colorful fluff by an invisible force.

Yang He staggered and fell to the ground. With the help of his spiritual vision, he heard the discussions in the city complaining about the continuous rain. The voices quickly merged into one.

Stunned.

The night rain stopped abruptly.

"Is it the Rain God?"

"That's right, the rain god heard our prayers!"

"Indeed, our Jiepai Pass is a place blessed by the gods!!"

(End of this chapter)