Mythology

Chapter 385 The Wondrous Uses of the Twenty-Four Heavens
Before long, corpses were carried through many temples.

Yang He dared not take any chances throughout the entire process. Not only did he not release his divine sense, but he also dissipated 99% of his own yin energy.

He transformed into an insignificant wisp of yin energy and hid in the Niwan Palace of the corpse.

The increase in spiritual vision fluctuated greatly.

Yang He could sense that mortals were as insignificant as ants on Lingjiu Mountain, and that Daoist Ran Deng could easily crush them with a single finger.

He believed that his current strength was no weaker than that of a True Immortal, and with the Five-Colored Divine Light combined with the Immortal Transformation Technique, he was definitely capable of fighting enemies of a higher level.

But this absolutely does not include Great Luo Golden Immortals, nor does it include Taoist temples.

Even if a wandering immortal is in a Daoist temple, their strength will be enhanced in an indescribable way, since the Heavenly Dao within the temple is all transformed from themselves.

"Take a look at the Twenty-Four Heavens. If there's an advantage to be gained, try it. If not, hang yourself immediately to avoid hindering your breakthrough to the Tribulation Transcending Realm."

The Yin Ghost Immortal can also cultivate, but his Yin energy has dissipated, and his realm has fallen to the mortal level.

Yang He swept over the wisp of Yin energy that constituted the body and soul. The three ghosts' auras were faint, and the black cat was not present. He told Hakimi to cultivate honestly.

boom.

With a soft sound.

The body was placed in a palace, along with twenty or thirty other bodies around it.

The sound of the wooden fish being struck echoed, and the rich aroma of sandalwood filled the air. There were at least two or three hundred monks chanting the Rebirth Mantra to help the deceased.

"The abbots of Liaoshan, Shishan, Fashan, and Pushan have arrived..."

As the novice monk shouted in his hoarse voice, four elderly monks at the Hunyuan Realm slowly entered.

They wore dark gold robes, held gilded ritual implements, and were adorned with jewels and ornaments, all of which were the seven treasures of Buddhism.

Each step is synchronized with the frequency of the wooden fish being struck.

This subtly made the surrounding monks afraid to look them in the eye.

The Daoist temple had developed to the point where it was located at Lingjiu Mountain, which could be considered a cultivation world. It not only provided resources for Daoist Ran Deng, but also continuously cultivated disciples who were capable of serving.

Yang He currently has nine elders and a group of ghost tamers in his dojo. They could actually be trained as disciples to help manage the Ten Absolute Cities.

However, considering that the panel cannot bring living people into or out of the story world, cultivating it is not very meaningful and may even affect the main world.

Yang He had a vague idea that he could use the passage of three thousand years to make Liu Hai and others become helpers in the main world, but he couldn't implement it yet and had to wait until he became an immortal.

"Journey to the West is full of demonic battlegrounds with eighty-one tribulations, and I feel that the battlegrounds in the next version may undergo drastic changes."

As Yang He pondered, the four abbots began to bow and chant sutras.

"Namo Amitabha night, Duotagadu night, Duo Diye night, Ami..."

The old monk's voice was hoarse and low, and although the content was indeed the Rebirth Mantra, it revealed an undisguised greed, as if the corpse was related to profit.

Immediately, a dozen or so people carrying silver knives entered the hall.

The blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light in the candlelight.

They skillfully dissected the corpse's chest and abdomen, unlike monks who were compassionate all day long; they looked more like butchers slaughtering livestock in a market.

Yang He clearly heard the blade slice through the corpse, and the internal organs were roughly removed.

Next, the monks filled the corpse cavity with a mixture of spices including ancient cloud resin, cinnabar, and borneol, and then carefully sutured the wound.

After completion, the corpse looked like a living person in a deep sleep.

"kindness?"

Yang He noticed something was wrong, not because the corpse he possessed had been discovered, but because the old monk never checked the Niwan Palace.

Instead, spiritual vision surged.

He had already grasped the patterns of clairvoyance, but the sudden surge was clearly something was amiss.

The source was a corpse inside the hall. Unlike the fluctuations that came from directly facing immortals, gods, and saints, Yang He could clearly see that the unusual spiritual vision was man-made.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine, suspecting that the mastermind behind it all was also a Buddhist.

After all, the things that the Twenty-Four Heavens were manipulating could very well be the key to the Daoist Burning Lamp becoming the leader of Buddhism, an absolutely great opportunity.

"There are very few Buddhists who can secretly and undetected tamper with the lamp-burning ceremonies."

"Those traitors among the Twelve Golden Immortals certainly don't have such abilities..."

Yang He couldn't help but sneer, and a name came to mind.

Daoist Duobao!

There are very few suspects who could have committed the crime, and it is most likely that it was Duobao Daoren.

Yang Heqiang suppressed his shock and, after much hesitation, carefully released the eye worm. The corpse's little finger trembled slightly, and the tip of its eye opened.

By the dim candlelight, the blood-soaked palace came into view.

The central statue of the Burning Lamp stands with a smiling expression, surrounded by various removed organs, its compassionate demeanor strangely awkward.

Yang He looked at the corpse that had triggered the strange phenomenon in his spiritual vision.

The corpse, whose chest cavity should have been filled with spices, was now glowing.

The skin became as hard and smooth as a clam shell, its texture becoming increasingly similar to that of a pearl, and the stitched wound was still oozing a viscous liquid.

What's even more chilling is that the corpse's chest cavity opened and closed in a strange rhythm, just like a giant clam breathing!

"What the hell is this? What exactly is Daoist Duobao's purpose?"

Yang He almost cried out in surprise, but then noticed that the monks seemed oblivious to the strange occurrence.

Even the four abbots at the Hunyuan Realm were blinded by their five senses.

suddenly.

Seemingly sensing Yang He's covetousness, the clam's carcass cracked open, revealing a thin, fleshy tentacle. At the tip of the tentacle grew a murky eyeball, which darted around, finally fixing its gaze on the corpse where Yang He was hiding!

Yang He sensed a hint of mockery in it.

"Damn it, they recognized me?!"

He was on high alert and considered taking a risk to escape, but the clam carcass did not react at all, and its flesh retracted into its shell.

The ceremony performed by the monks is also coming to an end.

The corpse was surging with yin energy, clearly showing a tendency to transform into a ghost. Its body structure was already very close to that of a living immortal, showing no signs of life.

The four abbots, along with all the monks, knelt down in unison, their foreheads pressed to the ground, chanting in unison, "Behold the lamp above."

Yang He gasped, and the eyes of the lamp-burning statue slowly opened.

His eyes radiated a Buddha-like light, which was particularly dazzling in the dimly lit room, and the piled-up flesh and blood around him ignited colorful karmic fire.

The filth was reduced to ashes, leaving only the magnificent and splendid palace.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The lamp-burning statue swept over each corpse, its gaze penetrating the flesh and bones, illuminating even the lingering yin energy.

"Fuck!"

Yang He's face was gloomy. Although the Yin Ghost Immortal's ability to conceal his aura was indeed superb, it was still far inferior to the Daoist temple of a Great Luo Golden Immortal like Randeng.

Even if the statue of the lamp contains only a few divine consciousnesses.

"Or should we risk possessing the abbot? Or forcibly expose the clam's corpse?"

Just as the Buddha's light was about to shine on the corpse where Yang He was hiding, the clam's corpse suddenly trembled almost imperceptibly.

Yang He keenly noticed that a faint light flashed on the corpse's left earlobe. Immediately afterward, the strange phenomena inside and outside the corpse receded like the tide, and it returned to the appearance of an ordinary corpse.

"Is this... a hint to me?"

Without a second thought, he decisively moved the energy from the Niwan Palace to his left earlobe.

Yang He didn't understand why. Perhaps it was a flaw in the Burning Lamp Daoist himself, or perhaps it was a trick by Duobao Daoist behind the scenes. The Burning Lamp statue did not stay on the two corpses for long.

"What does Daoist Duobao mean? Or is there someone else behind him?"

The statue of the lamp lit up slightly, and all the corpses in the hall immediately floated into the air. As the chanting intensified, the corpses disappeared into thin air.

Yang He felt dizzy and disoriented, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a golden ocean.

The golden ocean was originally the mustard seed space of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, but now it has completely taken on the shape of Buddhism. The seawater is soaked with a large number of souls, forming densely packed light spots.

The False Heavenly Tree hangs on the sea surface, its roots drawing nourishment from the souls it carries.

The Taoist Ran Deng was standing at the foot of the tree, his ten-meter-tall statue solemn and majestic.

Yang He squinted, barely managing to glimpse something thanks to the blessing of his spiritual vision. He could only sense that the Taoist Ran Deng was almost a Buddha, with very little trace of Taoism, proving that he had betrayed the Chan Sect long ago.

Twenty-four halos of Buddha light floated behind the head of the Taoist Ran Deng.

It is telling the story of the Great Way.

Hundreds of monks knelt on lotus platforms, listening intently to the profound teachings of the Great Dao, but their aura revealed them to be nothing more than a group of corpses whose internal organs had been emptied.

The Taoist Ran Deng preached to the corpse, his voice incredibly loud.

"All things are impermanent, subject to arising and ceasing. When arising and ceasing cease, there is bliss in Nirvana."

The corpse possessed by Yang He convulsed violently, and under the influence of an unknown aura, it even let out a cry like an infant.

Wow wow wow!!

The twenty or thirty corpses were all identical, scrambling to swim towards the Heavenly Tree.

Ripples spread across the sea, the entire body of water resembling amniotic fluid in a palace, the Twenty-Four Heavens being refined into something strange and inexplicable.

Yang He communicated with the Twenty-Four Heavens and quickly understood the function of this Celestial Court.

The Ten Absolutes City is a supreme celestial court that raises ghosts, while the Twenty-Four Heavens are the complete opposite extreme, capable of giving birth to intelligence in evil spirits.

That's right.

Living beings!!!

Once evil spirits are immersed in the seawater of the Twenty-Four Heavens, they will develop a faint intelligence, which is incomparable to that of ordinary people, but they will no longer be the muddle-headed evil spirits that only know how to fight.

Yang He speculated that Buddhist practice requires incense offerings, and that the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings could cultivate billions of evil spirits to serve as their followers.

Of course, the advantages and disadvantages of the Twenty-Four Heavens are also obvious.

After the evil spirit leaves the temple, it will lose its intelligence in a short time.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Twenty-Four Heavens, in conjunction with the Ten Absolute Cities, can make evil spirits manage their own temples. Even if their intelligence is low, they can still execute some mechanical commands without much problem."

"Randeng is truly my elder brother; he has considered everything for me."

The corpse possessed by Yang He quickly arrived at the base of the tree, and together they gathered around the Taoist Ran Deng, with Sanskrit continuously flowing into the corpse's Niwan Palace.

The Taoist Ran Deng paused occasionally to remove the heads of several corpses that were above the water.

Then it was hung on the branch of the fake Heavenly Dao tree.

Clearly, the actions of the Taoist Ran Deng in preaching were aimed at cultivating the head of a living immortal, and tumors were already growing in the roots of the false Heavenly Dao Tree.

Yang He examined the Buddha light emanating from the Taoist Ran Deng, noting a hint of urgency in its operation.

The golden ocean of the Twenty-Four Heavens gradually dimmed.

"Is Old Yin a little too impatient?"

"It can't be because of me, can it? Hmm, looks like I've broken down."

(End of this chapter)