Mythology

Chapter 382 The Death of Laozi
The immortals and gods thought that Daoist Ran Deng would at least test Yang He, but the Buddha's light reached its peak and then subsided by most of it in a short while.

Daoist Ran Deng snorted coldly and ignored Yang He, continuing to refine the Twenty-Four Heavens.

It was all bark and no bite.

He realized the origins of the ten sons of the Yang family and that it would be almost impossible for him to spare any strength to deal with them. He only needed to wait for the Twenty-Four Heavens to be formed, and then not to mention Yang He, even the four disciples of the Jie Sect would be no threat.

“Yang He’s fortune is extraordinary, and we must make more arrangements within the Twenty-Four Heavenly Palaces.”

The Taoist Ran Deng looked complicated. Unbeknownst to him, Yang He had almost become his inner demon, and he could not get what he wanted in any way he was involved with.

Could it be... that even the Twenty-Four Heavens might experience an unexpected event?

impossible.

"In the end, it is just a heretical path that disturbs my mind. Even if you are favored by the heavens, you cannot escape the karmic retribution of Buddhism."

The Taoist Ran Deng closed his eyes, and Mount Lingjiu returned to its tranquil state.

Yang He noticed that the old cunning man chose to swallow his anger and couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, as he hadn't managed to break through the defenses of the Burning Lamp Daoist.

He did not continue to provoke, after all, Ten Absolutes City was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

They simply do not have the ability to proactively deal with the Taoist Ran Deng.

Yang Heyi swept his spiritual vision. On the surface, it seemed that only he was causing trouble at Jiepai Pass, but the increase in spiritual vision had quietly accelerated, indicating that the Zhuxian Formation would soon reveal its sharp teeth.

"The spiritual vision is becoming strange, it seems to have started after the death and dissipation of the Fire God?"

He tried to contact Lu Ya Dao Ren telepathically, but received no response.

Lu Ya Dao Ren thought that Yang He had initially intended to hide his abilities and use him as a pawn, and that he would avoid the latter as a plague god when he saw that the latter was so conspicuous.

Of course, Lu Ya Dao Ren did this to avoid suspicion.

They clearly did not want to get involved in the Chan and Jie sects.

Yang Heyi waved his hand, and thick industrial exhaust fumes covered the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field. The ten sons of the Yang family each performed their duties and were stationed in their respective ghost domains, with only Bixiao following behind them eagerly.

Limited by the size of the city, only a part of the Ten Absolutes City is revealed, but it is already enough to make all the immortals and gods hesitate to act rashly.

The immortals and gods also knew that there was Lu Ya Daoist behind Yang He. The Ten Absolutes City was not something that ordinary true immortals could touch. Well, at least they couldn't touch the Boundary Marker Pass, which was covered by the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

Once the magic array is broken, perhaps we can try to seize it?
It should be noted that the items from the grotto-heaven cannot be separated once they are integrated into the Daoist temple, but the Celestial Court is different; it can still be refined with some effort.

Thinking of this, the gods and immortals could not hide their greed.

Even the few remaining ruins of the Ten Absolute Cities can transform one's own grotto-heaven, but the time is not yet ripe to seize them.

The immortals and gods gradually withdrew their gazes and then proactively released their Yin treasures to protect the Daoist temple. It was clear that they were all somewhat afraid of Yang He, this troublemaker.

.........

The four disciples continued to gaze at Ten Absolute City, and no one spoke for a long time.

"The Holy Mother of Golden Light".

Daoist Duobao stepped forward, a swastika appearing at his fingertips. "Yang He has already refined the entire Ten Deadly Formations into a Celestial Court. What do you think?"

"It's all fate; no wonder the Ten Deadly Formations disappeared back then."

The Golden Light Holy Mother did not believe that Yang He had planned the Ten Deadly Formations, mainly because the Jie Sect felt that Zhao Gongming was out of control and had not provided support for a long time, resulting in a third-generation disciple taking advantage of the situation.

"It's all fate, it's all fate, it's truly a terrible fate."

As Daoist Duobao spoke, a hint of killing intent finally surfaced between his brows. Yang He, who was undergoing the Tribulation of Integration, was not worth his attention, but things were different after he became an immortal, and there was no need for him to remain in the world.

Or, why not just abandon all pretense of dignity and eliminate this person?

Daoist Duobao couldn't stop thinking that although he had no grudge against Yang He, the situation could easily get out of control as long as Yang He was around.

The Taoist Ran Deng disliked surprises, and so did he himself.

"Brother Duobao."

Daoist Duobao looked at the Holy Mother Wudang. "Could Yang He's feud with Daoist Randeng be because of the Twenty-Four Heavens? I heard that Daoist Randeng lost this item some time ago."

As Duobao Daoist's killing intent dissipated, he couldn't help but feel a little tempted.

He also wanted to use Buddhism to shed his identity as a disciple of a saint. He naturally knew the importance of the Twenty-Four Heavens, and that the Daoist Burning Lamp could even use it to nurture a Buddha.

Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect; once one attains the Buddhahood, one is destined to become a Buddha in ten lifetimes.

Besides the Buddha's attainment, there are also two other attainments: Bodhisattva and Arhat. However, their status in Buddhism is vastly different from that of the Buddha.

"I'd like to see if your luck, Yang He, can influence the Twenty-Four Heavens."

Daoist Duobao doesn't care about innate treasures; his fruit position is of utmost importance. Yang He can't refine a fruit position anyway, so he might actually be able to make use of it.

He smiled, finding Yang Heshun increasingly pleasing to the eye.

.........

Yang He's mood was unpredictable, and his spiritual vision had increased significantly. He suspected that some Great Luo Golden Immortal was eyeing him. "Is it Daoist Lu Ya? Is he really that petty? It doesn't seem like it."

"Either the four disciples, especially Daoist Duobao."

"He's a cunning old fox too."

As Yang He pondered, he walked into the subway station. Since Shijue City had just been located in Jiepai Pass, the platform was extremely simple and there was no subway service yet.

Bixiao looked around curiously, unable to resist examining the billboards along the way.

The two arrived at the end of the platform, where a life-size peephole was placed on the wall, in which the Green Ox Demon was constantly trying to escape.

Unfortunately, the Western Mirror is unbreakable unless the Green Ox Demon can directly destroy the Ten Absolutes City.

"Yang He, you are an old acquaintance of Laozi, why make things difficult for me?"

Yang He stood in front of the peephole, lightly tapping the surface with his fingertips: "Come, King Si, tell me in detail about the current situation of Laozi?"

The Green Ox Demon exhaled white breath from his nostrils and said helplessly, "Look at my disheveled appearance, how could I possibly know the whereabouts of the Sage?"

"Is that so?" Yang He leaned closer to the mirror. "Why do I feel you're so familiar with the Immortal Slaughtering Formation? You even know exactly what's hidden in the gambling den."

The Green Ox Demon then chuckled and said, "That gambling den really is my organ..."

Who dismembered the body?

The Green Ox Demon opened his mouth, but Yang He pressed on, "You dare not speak? Is there anything taboo about mentioning it? Are you perhaps afraid of something?"

"Taishang Laojun?"

Yang He also discovered another benefit of spiritual vision: the fluctuating Yin energy of the Green Ox Spirit would affect spiritual vision, giving it a slight effect in detecting lies.

"You...you're such a shrewd person, damn it, I'm really impressed."

The Green Ox Demon sighed, "Take me to the gambling den, even if it's just to see if the organs are intact, and I'll tell you everything."

"Otherwise, I won't live much longer; my remaining brain will be almost completely rotten."

The Green Ox Demon stuck out its tongue and licked its cloudy eyes.

Yang He remained silent, reaching his right arm into the mirror to grasp the bull's horn, seemingly trying to extract the Green Bull Demon.

suddenly.

He withdrew his right arm.

“King Si, you are full of lies and we can only believe half of them. The organs in the gambling den are definitely not yours. Tell us, whose are they?”

The Green Ox Demon opened its jaws, looked at the expressionless Yang He, and then closed them again.

"Laozi is dead. I saw it with my own eyes."

(End of this chapter)