Mythology

Chapter 371 Recruiting People, Although They Were All Old, Weak, Sick, or Disabled
Yang He scanned the talismans associated with the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, and the number of them would decrease by a few from time to time.

Talismans are obtained by changing the predetermined fate of others. Due to the special nature of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, a large number of mortal talismans have been generated.

He used to think it was useless, but now he has a different opinion.

“Choose some dying people and spread the name of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha at Jiepai Pass.”

Yang He examined them one by one and selected the mortals whose auras were dim. Even if he did not interfere, they would not have much time left to live.

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to invite Zhang Xiaoer to participate in "Ghostly Immortal Slayer"?]

As his spiritual vision was depleted, he deliberately infused words into the talisman.

This is equivalent to Zhang Xiaoer being able to receive his telepathic message.

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to invite Ye Rui to participate in "Ghostly Immortal Slayer"?]

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to invite Chai Fu to participate in "Ghostly Immortal Slayer"?]

Yang He invited forty or fifty people, but now that evil spirits are everywhere, they are bound to encounter accidents on their way to Jiepai Pass.

After completing the setup, he also took the opportunity to cut off any chance of survival.

Your character, the ascetic, has died; the story has ended.

.........

Time flies like an arrow, and autumn is already late in the day.

The gates of Jiepai Pass have been completely sealed off for ten days, allowing entry but not exit.

The banyan tree outside the city, which was once a popular place of worship, is now deserted. The three animal heads hanging from its branches are rotting and attract swarms of flies.

Only the 'preachers' came in an endless stream.

Behind them all stood the shadow of some deity, and once they entered Jiepai Pass, they vanished without a trace, like water droplets entering the sea.

The immortals and gods were among the surrounding mountains, waiting for things to unfold.

suddenly.

From the shadows, countless eyes were fixed on the end of the official road, where a figure was approaching. However, the immortals quickly withdrew their divine senses and stopped paying attention.

Chai Fu walked hunched over and limped along the official road.

"We're almost there! I've risked half my life, haha."

He was nearly seventy years old, his coarse linen clothes were covered with patches, but he carefully held a statue of a god in his arms, a statue of a god wrapped in red cloth.

The statue only revealed a pair of crudely made wooden bases.

"Old Chai, slow down." A hoarse voice called from behind.

Accompanying them were eight elderly people, all with white hair and unsteady steps.

Some of them were carrying earthenware jars, while others were carrying bamboo baskets. The faint scent of incense and candles wafted from them, and their heavy breathing was incredibly difficult.

"We're almost there. Jiepai Pass, where the disciples of Nuwa asked us to spread our teachings."

Chai Fu licked his chapped lips, his eyes reflecting the majestic city walls of Jiepai Pass.

The nine people were once temple keepers who worshipped the goddess Nuwa, and by chance they also witnessed the true face of the Immaculate Buddha. However, as the saint no longer descended to the mortal world, and due to old age and declining health, they stopped caring about worldly affairs.

Today, most of the Nuwa temples are abandoned, but even so, they still firmly believe that the Goddess Nuwa will save all living beings sooner or later.

After receiving the message from the Immaculate Buddha, he rushed to Jiepai Pass without stopping.

"Old Chai, this place doesn't seem to be in danger, cough cough cough."

The nine elderly people had blurred vision, but they could still see everything behind the open city gate.

The streets were lined with a dazzling array of stalls, yet there were no vendors. Logically, they should have been targets of theft, but they remained neatly arranged.

The wind blowing in my face carried a faint, melodious tune.

It seemed that everyone in the town was enjoying themselves.

"Silence."

Chen Kang's expression was solemn. Before becoming a temple keeper, he had worked as a constable for twenty years and quickly sensed the unusual nature of Jiepai Pass.

"Something unusual must be a sign of trouble. If mortals don't work, where will they get food?"

“It’s always good to be careful,” Chai Fu also reminded them. “Although we are not afraid of death, we still have to fulfill the instructions of Nuwa’s disciples.”

"Okay, let's go into the city first."

Tick.

Unbeknownst to Chai Fu, just as they were about to reach the city gate, a drop of blood fell onto the statue's head and quietly seeped into the red cloth. They stepped onto Jiepai Pass, panting heavily, and looked around to find no one there.

"eccentric."

All the shops on both sides had their doors ajar, wine flags swayed lazily in the autumn wind, steamed buns in the steamers had long since gone cold, and seasonal vegetables on the shelves drooped listlessly.

"I...I've never eaten a white flour steamed bun in my entire life."

Jin Qiu wanted to open the steamer, but Chen Kang quickly stopped him, saying, "Use the dry rations for now. Do you know why those other foods were thrown away?"

Before Chen Kang could speak again, bursts of laughter came from behind each window.

Her laughter was so sweet it was almost unsettling.

“Look, there are indeed people eating even though it’s past noon.”

Through the half-open window, they could see that the room was brightly lit by candlelight, and a dozen people were sitting around an exquisitely carved mahogany table.

The table was laden with delicacies from land and sea.

The whole roasted suckling pig glistened with oil, the golden shark fin soup steamed, and there was a small mountain of rare fruits that they had never seen before in their lives.

"Come on, let's eat together!" A chubby middle-aged man suddenly turned around inside the room, his greasy face full of smiles.

He raised his glass and gestured towards the window; the wine appeared amber in the candlelight.

"Our Jiepai Pass has an inexhaustible supply of fine wines and delicacies!"

"Come!!!"

"No...that's not right." Chen Kang staggered back two steps. "The journey has been filled with hardship, it's all a lie, it must all be a lie."

Before he finished speaking, all the windows on the street suddenly opened.

Smiling faces peered out of the windows. Men, women, and children were all dressed in fine silks and satins, holding wine and delicacies in their hands. However, their clothing was somewhat strange, like gorgeous but impractical theatrical costumes.

"Out-of-towners! Come and taste this century-old vintage!"

"My braised bear paw is fresh out of the pot!"

"Don't go! I have some fine silk to give you!"

The nine elderly people were terrified and hurriedly turned into the street corner.

In their panic, they stumbled and staggered into a private house.

A rich, powdery scent filled my nostrils.

"Someone's there! Let's go!!"

Just as Chai Fu was about to flee, a soft, charming voice rang out, "Alas, why are you all so old? Unlike me."

Through the beaded curtain, they could see a graceful woman sitting in front of her dressing table with her back to everyone.

The woman's snow-white back was exposed as she carefully applied her eyebrows in front of a bronze mirror.

She slowly turned around, revealing a stunningly beautiful face with flawless, delicate skin. "Have you not made offerings to the Weaver Girl?"

Click.

As soon as she finished speaking, a thin crack suddenly appeared on the woman's cheek.

The entire human skin peeled off like a snake shedding its skin, revealing the bright red, writhing flesh underneath.

"Do you know, the Weaver Girl granted me an eternally youthful appearance."

The new skin grows at a visible rate, and in the blink of an eye, it transforms into an exquisitely beautiful face.

She picked up the human skin from the ground and folded it gently as if it were a precious treasure.

"Shedding her skin every half day, she remains forever young and eternally beautiful."

The woman approached Chai Fu, the scent of rouge wafting towards her. Her face, not yet fully grown, drooped, revealing only her two eyes.

"am I pretty?"

Chen Kang's bamboo basket crashed to the ground, and the incense and candles rolled far away.

They rushed out of the courtyard, but more and more people gathered around, smiling as they approached, blocking all their escape routes.

Chai Fu trembled all over and raised the idol high.

“I…I also have the protection of gods and immortals.”

The crowd stopped and asked in unison, "What can it give us?!"

(End of this chapter)