Mythology

Chapter 369 The protagonist of this story is an ordinary person.

"Inherit the cultivation level."

Yang He has become a mortal in the world of classical stories, but this does not affect his gains from exchanging items. However, the black cat reacts by bristling its fur.

The black cat had never experienced death, and the five-colored divine light almost went berserk.

Compared to the three ghosts who were already used to it, the black cat had been too well protected before, and it would be necessary for it to die dozens or even hundreds of times to temper its Dao heart.

Yang He grabbed the black cat by the scruff of its neck and threw it out the window. "Go cultivate. You've only just entered the Integration Realm. We're already at the Perfection Realm. It'll be ages before we catch up."

Meow! !

The black cat crouched down and slipped into the corner, sitting cross-legged in the shadows and exhaling a chilling aura.

Yang Hehe was not worried about the black cat's cultivation progress. As a rare five-colored ghost in the world, its ability to digest yin energy could only be described as miraculous.

Black cats don't have ghost realms; they simply inhale and exhale yin energy.

As Yang He felt the Corpse Wheel Small World merge back into his Niwan Palace, his head throbbed as if it would split open, and clear brain matter flowed out of his nasal cavity.

The true body needs to rebuild the Integration Realm again in a short period of time, and suffering is inevitable.

Yang He gritted his teeth, unable to help but ponder the strangeness of Jiepai Pass.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Formation is truly evil; it was actually controlled by mortals."

"No wonder the banyan tree became an immortal."

When Yang He arranged for the driving of the stakes, he centered the project on a banyan tree, which led the people of Jiepai Pass to mistakenly believe that the banyan tree was protecting their safety. Through word of mouth, the banyan tree was forced to transform into a mountain god.

"The same principle applies to door gods, kitchen gods, and ox-headed gods."

"On the other hand, won't the distracting thoughts of mortals affect the immortals and gods within the pass? The people are indeed very devout, but desires are endless."

Yang He closed his eyes to rest, and in just half a day, his cultivation had stabilized at the Perfection of the Body Integration Realm.

He brought up the panel again.

[Common Things: The Heart Can Cause Murder]

[Related Allusion: "Ghost Slaying Immortals"] Do you wish to consume 10 points of Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?

"determine."

Yang He noticed that the available roles had been refreshed, proving that the story had begun.

[Vegetable Merchant (Bai): You're in charge of buying seasonal vegetables at Jiepai Pass. Business is so-so, but you're financially secure and living a good life.]

[The Inkman (in white): You're taking time to name your baby at Jiepai Pass. Last month, Li Xiucai's wife gave birth to a baby who died young. Forty-three days have passed since then, and few pregnant women have given birth yet.]

[Temple keeper (speaking): Jiepai Pass is a popular place of worship, but it has no temple. You firmly believe that as long as you pray to the gods, your vows will be fulfilled.]

"It feels like... it's starting to go bad."

"Human nature is a fearsome thing."

Yang He didn't know how to preserve his cultivation level before entering the city, so he simply refreshed his character. After consuming over a thousand points, a green light flashed.

[Ascetic Monk (Green): You have been following the old monk on foot for many years in ascetic practice. Some time ago, the old monk went to Jiepai Pass, contrary to his usual behavior, and has been carving a statue of Buddha.]

Yang He still remembers the disciples of Ma Shan that he had met back then.

The image is that of an ascetic monk, and the fire demons it contains are also related to this profession.

"It must be Daoist Ran Deng. It seems that immortals are starting to appear one after another. Why not try pretending to be an ascetic? On the one hand, I can get information, and on the other hand, I can collect some interest first."

Choose the [Ascetic] option.

.........

As dawn broke, a layer of bluish-gray mist floated on the official road outside Jiepai Pass, like undissolved morning dew condensed in mid-air.

A line of ragged monks came, their feet glistening with dew.

They walked barefoot, their footsteps making a rustling sound on the gravel path. The elderly monk at the head of the group carried a statue covered in a white cloth on his shoulder; the cloth was already yellowed, and the edges were stained with years of incense ash and dirt.

A mountain breeze swept by, lifting a corner of the white cloth.

It turned out to be a lifelike Buddha statue.

The Buddha's face was compassionate, his eyebrows were lowered, and his lips held a hint of pity. In his left hand he held a string of twenty-four prayer beads, and in his right hand he carried a glass lantern.

The monks approached Jiepai Pass step by step, clearly transporting a Buddha statue.

As dawn approached, the mist dissipated on the hillside southwest of the official road, suddenly revealing two figures who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The Taoist priest Ran Deng stood with his hands behind his back, his wide Taoist robe swaying gently.

He watched silently as the many ascetics walked away, his calm face revealing no emotion, only his knuckles unconsciously stroking the Twenty-Four Heavenly Buddhas string.

Beside the Burning Lamp Taoist was the Cihang Taoist, whose appearance was even more feminine than before the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, with a bright red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

Cihang Daoren slightly turned his head, his voice like a clear spring striking jade: "Teacher Randeng, the Four Swords of Zhuxian have only just begun to show their potential, why are you in such a hurry?"

The Taoist priest's gaze remained fixed on the ascetic monk. "Have you ever speculated about the sage?"

Cihang Daoren was speechless.

The Taoist Ran Deng said calmly, "Jiepai Pass is so similar to the conferment of titles in the Investiture of the Gods. I guess the Sage was using Jiepai Pass to make deductions. It turns out... even the Sage has concerns."

Cihang Daoren dared not reply; the word "sage" was a fear etched into his very bones.

“Cihang, no immortal on the list can escape it. Sooner or later, the mortals of Jiepai Pass will recite our names. We don’t even know how we will be portrayed then.”

The Taoist Ran Deng clearly understood the taboos of Jiepai Pass. The thoughts of mortals could create immortals and gods, and even subtly influence them to serve their purposes.

"That's why I chose to preach at Jiepai Pass, at least to be certain..."

As the Taoist Ran Deng spoke, he took a step forward, with the Taoist Ci Hang following closely behind.

The two traveled several miles and arrived at the base of the banyan tree in an instant.

The Taoist Ran Deng plucked a leaf and saw a faint spiritual light shimmering on its surface, but deep within the veins of the leaf, there was a gray spot.

"At least I can be sure that the image of the Burning Lamp Immortal in the eyes of mortals will not change."

Cihang Daoren had already realized the terror of Jiepai Pass.

When mortals' understanding of immortals and gods begins to become distorted, and when mortals begin to hate immortals and gods, will it affect their origins?

Cihang Daoren bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will immediately convey the message to Manjushri, Samantabhadra and Julusun, and ask them to come to Jiepai Pass... to impart the divine name and seize the initiative."

"Yes, the four of you are all in this together with me, and we are all doomed."

"besides……"

The Taoist Ran Deng paused deliberately, and the Taoist Ci Hang said in a deep voice, "Please speak, Master."

"I want to use Jiepai Pass to reshape Kong Xuan's body and soul. Do you think it's feasible?"

"The disciple will also be given a divine name in the name of Kong Xuan."

Snapped.

The Taoist Ran Deng crushed the leaves. "There's one more thing. Some time ago, I sensed Shen Gongbao's presence near Jiepai Pass. Help me find him."

Cihang Daoist frowned imperceptibly, as if Randeng Daoist harbored a deep obsession with Shen Gongbao. Could it be that they had a falling out?
Given the shrewdness of the Taoist Ran Deng, how could he care so much about Shen Gongbao?

"Disciple understands, but could Shen Gongbao be inside Jiepai Pass?"

"will not."

Seeing that the ascetic monk had successfully entered the city, the Taoist Ran Deng withdrew his gaze. "Mortals are not qualified to step into Jiepai Pass. This place is a calamity set up for us by the sages, but it is also our opportunity."

(End of this chapter)