Mythology

Chapter 377 Cooking Yang He
Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the changes in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation were earth-shattering.

The Ghost Realm of the Daoist Temple has divided Jiepai Pass into isolated islands, which have been probing each other but have not yet engaged in a major battle.

Even the Great Luo Golden Immortals are extremely restrained, and no one would dare to confront a fake immortal.

False immortals are formed from the delusions of mortals. Logically speaking, as long as the Immortal Slaughtering Formation exists, false immortals are almost immortal.

Now everyone is waiting for the Immortal Slaughtering Formation to be reborn and change.

Compared to the solemn and dignified deities, Yang He seemed out of place in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, after all, he was only at the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

They noticed that the treasures Yang He had released into his celestial realm were being eroded by the heavenly tribulation.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple has shrunk to half a meter in size, resembling a honeycomb, or rather, a constantly writhing mass of flesh, suspended motionless in mid-air.

The lividity on the surface was worsening, and blood was dripping onto the ground.

In the eyes of the immortals and gods, Yang He was a complete mad Taoist. He chose to go into seclusion in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation. Did he think he could advance safely?

If there is even the slightest danger, one will go mad and die.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is located in the Ghost Domain of the Fire Virtue Star Lord, where raging fires burn in the streets and the blue brick ground has been replaced by lava.

"Corpse Daoist, who...who exactly is behind you?"

"He may not be a Great Immortal."

"Could it be related to a sage? And who could it be?"

The Taoist Ran Deng stood on a lotus flower, surrounded by surging karmic fire, which could be seen to be composed entirely of countless distorted human faces.

The scene was densely packed, like a living hell.

It is evident that Buddhism, while outwardly appearing virtuous, is actually far more despicable than the Chan and Jie schools of Buddhism.

"Ma Shan".

"The disciple is here."

A burst of light shot out from the glass lamp, and Ma Shan's head emerged from it.

"Ma Shan, what do you think the Corpse Taoist's purpose is?"

Ma Shan glanced at the karmic fire with apprehension. He himself had once been a part of the karmic fire, but he had unexpectedly gained sentience and thus followed the Burning Lamp Daoist to cultivate.

"In my opinion, this Corpse Daoist is nothing more than a discarded pawn. Why would someone at the Tribulation Transcending Realm come to the Immortal Slaughtering Formation to cause trouble?"

The Taoist Ran Deng lightly tapped the lotus seat with his fingertips, and the faces in the karmic fire twisted and wailed.

Ma Shan sneered, "The Immortal Slaughtering Formation has already been activated, and powerful figures from all sides are making their plans. His ostentatious display is nothing more than bait to attract attention."

The Taoist Ran Deng remained silent for a moment, his gaze piercing through the boundary marker.

Unbeknownst to them, a large number of cultivators had already arrived at the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, and the forces of the Zhou and Shang armies had also been stockpiled on the east and west sides of the formation.

Once the Immortal Slaughtering Formation is broken, a fierce battle will surely ensue around Jiepai Pass.

After pondering for a long time, Daoist Ran Deng couldn't help but recall the scenes of his interactions with Yang He, which indeed revealed an inexplicable strangeness in every aspect.

A suspicion arose in his mind: could it be that Yang He had been plotting against him all along?

The fact that the Corpse Taoist, the Immaculate Buddha, and Shen Gongbao almost never appeared together suggests that it was a transformation technique of some great supernatural power.

However, in this case, the only thing that could pose a threat to him would be an ordinary person?
Thinking about this, the Taoist Ran Deng felt that he had overlooked some details. Whenever it came to corpses, the Taoist would always make mistakes.

Luck?

Are there really people in this world who are born with great fortune?
Otherwise, how can we explain Yang He's ability to always turn misfortune into good fortune, escape death when faced with disaster, and suffer a series of bad luck when he becomes enemies?

"Teacher, look, there are already fake immortals eager to devour the Corpse Daoist."

The Burning Lamp Daoist naturally noticed the Fire Virtue Star Lord's unusual behavior. The Corpse Daoist possessed an innate corpse qi body, which was indeed a highly nourishing elixir. If the fake immortal consumed it, his cultivation would surely improve.

Flames surged around the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and the scorching air currents distorted the atmosphere.

Dozens of disciples dressed in fire-working attire carried the statue of the Fire God and performed a shamanistic dance. Their movements had a hint of Nuo opera, showing that even the supernatural powers of the fake immortals were just figments of their imagination.

They had already gone mad, uttering hoarse cheers as they tore off their own arms and legs and threw them into the fire.

The severed limbs crackled and exploded, and the flesh and blood turned into fuel, causing the fire to suddenly swell by three zhang (approximately 10 meters), completely engulfing the flesh and blood Taoist temple in mid-air.

The Taoist Ran Deng watched coldly from the sidelines, while another fake immortal, the Kitchen God, also came to join the fun.

Heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the other side of the street.

The Kitchen God's disciples carried the statue and a giant bronze cauldron, swaying as they entered the Ghost Realm of the Fire God, approaching the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

They all had bellies as big as drums, their translucent skin revealing filth, foul-smelling saliva dripping from their mouths, and their eyes were empty and greedy.

The Taoist Ran Deng coldly said, "The fake immortal has already acquired intelligence. With such means, the Tongtian Sect Leader can completely rebuild the Heavenly Court. Why do the saints of the two sects need to use the Investiture of the Gods?"

Ma Shan dared not interrupt, and trembled at the mention of the sage.

The Taoist Ran Deng flicked his long sleeves and said, "The imagined immortal probably has a different origin."

As he spoke, he inadvertently looked up at the clouds, as if pointing to the heavens. Ma Shan was so frightened that he shrank back into the glass lamp.

bang bang.

Two statues of deities were placed on a street corner not far from the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

The Kitchen God came to life and awkwardly clasped his hands in a salute. "Fire God, refining great medicine requires patience; it's better to simmer it slowly over a low flame."

The Fire God scoured the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, saying, "This child's flesh and blood are turbid and impure. He should be roasted with the Samadhi True Fire to burn away the impurities and refine the essence! Slow-cooking? What a joke! Only fierce fire can bring out the true flavor of such filthy things!"

The Kitchen God was slightly displeased, "When you set that fire, the outside was charred but the inside was still raw; what a waste!"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"First, simmer the ingredients in lard over low heat to remove any stagnation, then reduce the sauce over low heat."

The two fake immortals started arguing, while the fire-working disciples jumped into the sea of ​​fire one after another to add fuel.

It took them a long time to reach a consensus.
Fire God nodded and said, "Good! Let's cook it first, then divide it up and eat it."

"good!!"

The Kitchen God opened the giant cauldron, which was filled with boiling oil, with bubbles rising constantly, mixed with the remains of flesh and bones. "Please enter the cauldron."

The flesh-and-blood Taoist temple fell into boiling oil, and the giant cauldron closed up again.

"Add fuel to the fire."

At the command of the Fire God, more than a dozen disciples threw themselves into the fire. "Good, just smolder for eighty-one days, and the essence will be absorbed into their bones."

"I'll take charge of the fire; I won't let the medicine boil dry."

As soon as the Kitchen God finished speaking, the flames split into nine strands and coiled around the cauldron.

Even immortals and gods are somewhat puzzled by this scene. If Lu Ya Daoist was protecting Yang He, why is he no longer offering assistance?
The giant cauldron shook, but no sound came out.

"Well."

When Yang He woke up, he had successfully escaped from the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple has been reduced to a lump of flesh, but its interior still holds a hidden world, though its area has shrunk by more than half, leaving only one-third of its original size.

Temperatures continued to rise, and the ground was scorched black.

"Brother, should I... isolate them from the outside world...?"

"Not urgent."

Yang He was brought into the giant cauldron as a matter of course, since he was at a significant disadvantage in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and had no choice but to stall for time.

Therefore, death and the dissipation of one's spiritual path are not a problem; reaching the perfect state of the Tribulation Transcending Realm is the best course of action.

"pity."

Yang He looked regretful, not expecting the Kitchen God to interfere. He had originally planned to try and replace the Fire God, but it seemed unrealistic at the moment, so he decided to focus on his cultivation.

“Bixiao, if the prince is trapped inside the cauldron, you should break free and escape on your own. With your Five-Colored Divine Light, they cannot stop you.”

Bixiao shook her head vigorously, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"I won't leave! Wherever my brother is, I'll be there!"

Yang He didn't say much, but gently patted Bixiao's head.

He doesn't mind faking his death and changing his name after reaching the pinnacle of his cultivation. As long as he can wait for the opportunity to reclaim the Twenty-Four Heavens, he can take advantage of the situation to become an immortal and attain enlightenment.

He secretly sent a message to Daoist Lu Ya, asking the latter to rescue Bi Xiao.

Lu Ya Daoist clicked his tongue in surprise and couldn't help but reply, "Yang He, are you in such a state that you need to make your final arrangements? Don't worry, your little wife is essentially part of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, she won't die."

"What do you mean by 'making arrangements after death'? Do you think I'd lose my life?"

Lu Ya Daoist remained silent, inexplicably feeling that Yang He still had a trump card up his sleeve.

Wanting to ask further, Yang He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into his small world, feeling the aura of the heavenly tribulation that was like a bone-deep infection.

It felt as if I had been subjected to the pain of a thousand fine needles, and my soul was riddled with holes.

Yang He tried to sense the opportunity, thinking that with his experience in escaping, he should be able to overcome the soul-stripping stage in no time.

For two days in a row, they still had no clue whatsoever.

Yang Heyi gritted his teeth and simply attached his consciousness to the flesh-and-blood Taoist temple, sharing the five senses.

In an instant, the excruciating pain nearly shattered the small world around it.

The scorching of boiling oil, the erosion of heavenly tribulation, the decay of flesh and blood—all these torments intertwined, making Yang He's heavenly tribulation seem like child's play in comparison.

"strong enough."

Yang He couldn't help but laugh out loud. The extreme pain amplified his survival instinct, and before long, a sliver of clarity began to appear.

He opened his eyes, and the lividity of his soul gradually disappeared.

This causes the yin energy to flow in the opposite direction.

The charred remains spread again, and the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is about to be reduced to ashes.

Yang He let out a long breath. The soul separation was mostly complete. Next, he had to deal with the heavenly tribulation aura of the Corpse Wheel Small World. The Small World was still a mess, with no grass or trees left.

"The final step in the Tribulation Transcending Realm is called Immortal Attainment, where the small world transforms into a Daoist temple."

Yang He continued to communicate with the Corpse Wheel Small World, while silently estimating the time. If there was no progress for a long time, he would have no choice but to return to the main world.

With their bodies and souls no longer afraid of the aura of heavenly tribulation, the main world no longer needs to worry about damaging its foundation.

"Overall, on the surface it appears to be fraught with danger, but in reality it is a place where one can advance or retreat at will."

"kindness?"

Yang He frowned slightly; the giant cauldron that was cooking him seemed to be acting strangely again.

.........

The Taoist Ran Deng stared at the giant cauldron, a grayish-white pill appearing in his palm.

“Ma Shan, go and meet the Fire God, give him this item, and tell him that it can add a touch of sweetness to the soup.”

Ma Shan looked surprised and recognized the pill as the corpse pill of the drought demon.

"Teacher, this is..."

"The Corpse Daoist cannot stay long; we must hasten the cooking of the fake immortal."

Ma Shan nodded and emerged from the glass lamp, quickly disappearing into the streets and alleys.

This was the first time he had seen Daoist Ran Deng so full of concerns and his Dao heart was affected, especially since he was facing a mortal in the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

After Ma Shan left, Daoist Ran Deng hurriedly refined the Twenty-Four Heavens.

Not long after, the Kitchen God's joyful murmurs echoed through Jiepai Pass.

"Wonderful."

When the corpse pill was added to the giant cauldron, the boiling oil immediately returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)