Mythology

Chapter 389 Nuwa's Disciples Devote Themselves to Buddhism

The various Taoist temples at Jiepai Pass were shrouded in thick fog.

On the surface, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation appears calm, but in reality, undercurrents are surging. The immortals and gods are too busy to take care of themselves and have almost completely blocked the entrance and exit of the Daoist temple.

Logically speaking, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple should have eleven True Immortals, plus the protection of Lu Ya Daoist.

Without the intervention of a sage, it would be absolutely impregnable.

However, for some unknown reason, the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field has been shrinking in size for two consecutive days, and now it is only one-third of its original size.

The neighborhood was deathly silent, and the layout of the buildings vaguely corresponded to the Ten Deadly Formations.

A chilling wind blew, and the ten sons of the Yang family were stationed in their respective ghostly domains, but they still could not stop the shrinking of the dojo's area, and even find the source of the shrinking.

Moo~~

The face of the Green Ox Demon appeared at the subway entrance, staring at the outside world in terror, before noticing a chilling anomaly.

"The fluctuations in Yin energy are not right; there must be a Grand Luo Golden Immortal eyeing this place."

"It's probably not just one or two Great Luo Golden Immortals!!"

"Who did I offend? I'm not staying here to die with them!!!"

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is quite impregnable; even a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot break through it head-on.

However, all eleven true immortals inside were born from the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

If the Immortal Slaughtering Formation shows even the slightest disturbance, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field will likely fall without a fight, and the actions of the Great Luo Golden Immortal are clearly preparations for this.

"Unless he can become an immortal and attain enlightenment, how difficult it is to transcend the mortal realm within the Immortal Slaughtering Formation."

Thinking of this, the Green Ox Demon's breathing became heavy.

"Becoming an immortal is also a death sentence. Offending multiple Grand Luo Golden Immortals at the same time means certain death even if you advance to True Immortal. Hehehe."

The Green Ox Demon trembled and peered through the thick fog at the outside of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena.

Suddenly, figures appeared at the edge.

The figure had no facial features, wore a white robe, and had features that were neither male nor female. Its smile looked as if it had been cut by a knife, and it held a willow branch in its hand.

The joints were twisted at angles that defied common sense, as if they were suspended in mid-air by invisible threads.

"It should be one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, namely Cihang Daoren."

The Green Ox Demon felt a throbbing pain in his head. His memories of becoming Laozi's disciple were very vague, but he could vaguely recall scattered fragments of images.

"I...I'm going to the gambling den, I'm sure I'll find what I'm looking for there!!"

Without further hesitation, the Green Ox Demon snapped off one of its tangled horns, instantly transforming into an identical replica that remained in the mirror.

The real body then crashed into the mirror, and another horn broke in two.

The Green Ox Demon looked disheveled, but at least he escaped with his life. He then hurriedly left the subway entrance, his breath already weak and feeble.

"After all, he has not yet become an immortal, so his training grounds will definitely have weaknesses."

"I must leave before they notice."

The Green Ox Demon concealed its aura and cautiously moved through the streets and alleys, the towering buildings of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena making it shudder.

As if guided by some strange force, the Green Ox Demon arrived at a secluded meditation room.

The door to the seclusion room was ajar, revealing a dense network of electrical wires inside, and the yin energy it exuded was at least four times stronger than usual.

"That damned alley should be inside."

The Green Ox Demon is unpredictable. Yang He is only at the Tribulation Realm. If he is careful, he might be able to severely injure the demon.

He suppressed his distracting thoughts, but deep down he was already somewhat afraid of Yang He.

"You're going to die sooner or later, so I don't need to give you a quick death."

The Green Ox Demon turned to flee, but then heard a rustling sound.

The noise came from the secluded room, like thousands of centipedes crawling, accompanied by scriptures praising the goddess Nuwa, which seemed strange and inexplicable.

The Green Ox Demon glanced over instinctively, but froze in place at the sight before him.

The seclusion room was empty.

Only a statue of Nuwa was placed in the corner.

The Green Ox Demon had never seen such a lifelike statue before; its smiling face was incredibly realistic, except that its eyes remained tightly closed and motionless.

suddenly.

The statue of Nuwa opened its eyes, and the smile on its lips faded.

The Green Ox Demon was terrified, unable to understand how such an evil thing could exist in Yang He's secluded cultivation room, which was clearly about to come to life.

It withdrew its gaze and hurriedly rolled its head into the adjacent alley.

A baby's cry came from inside the house.

"Walk!!"

Sweat beaded on the Green Ox Demon's forehead. The baby's cries lingered three zhang behind him, neither too close nor too far, like a persistent, stabbing wound.

"What bad luck! What bad luck!"

It rushed into the narrow alley in a panic, its horns scraping against the wall with a harsh sound.

As they rounded the third corner, the chuckling sound came again from the shadows.

The baby was lying in the shadows, its skin a strange stone-gray color, and its limbs like those of a stone statue carved by a craftsman.

The fingernail scrapes against the ground, making a scraping sound.

"Who are you?!" the Green Ox Demon roared, foaming at the mouth, having already guessed the identity of the person in question.

Disciples of Nuwa!
Nuwa should no longer be in the world, so why are her disciples appearing in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation?
The Green Ox Demon felt a stabbing pain in his temples again, not understanding how he knew Nuwa's secrets, and only feeling that insects were crawling in his mind.

"King Si, you may call me Immaculate Buddha."

As soon as the baby finished speaking, lifespan began to flow into the five internal organs, and the cultivation of the five gods rose steadily, causing their bodies to expand like inflating air.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. "You... are a disciple of Nuwa, how can you be a Buddhist?"

The Green Ox Demon was already incoherent and had given up on escaping. He stared blankly at the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, seemingly trying to discern Yang He's true identity.

Yang He stood barefoot on the edge of the shadow, with a half-circle of dazzling light floating behind his head.

He carried two kinds of yin treasures with him.

His body was wrapped in a leather Taoist robe, and the precious bone pendant at his waist shimmered with a ghostly light.

Unbeknownst to them, the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, who was originally a trump card, is now far weaker than the other regular characters. To avoid making a fool of himself, he can only carry the Yin Treasure.

Of course, the Precious Bone Mausoleum was also built to seal the Buddha's position.

Yang He grabbed the Green Ox Demon, and in a short moment, he aged several decades, his cultivation reaching the initial stage of the Integration Realm, his body and soul becoming slightly unstable.

Given his lifespan, reaching the Tribulation Transcending Realm is not impossible.

But having tried it before, it only resulted in the collapse of body and soul.

However, suppressing the Green Ox Demon was not a big problem. Three of the Five Gods burrowed into the bull's brain, giving the Green Ox Demon no chance to recover from its injuries.

The Green Ox Demon caught his breath and said, "Immaculate Buddha, there's no need to stay here. Let's search for Laozi's whereabouts together. Only Laozi can save our lives."

He paused for a few moments and added, "Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao) is fond of being a teacher, you..."

“I already know. Let’s go and check out the gambling den.”

Yang He carried the Green Ox Spirit and stepped into the subway station.

The Green Ox Demon was speechless. If it weren't for the great difference between the Corpse Daoist and the Immaculate Buddha, one might even have thought that the two were originally one.

Before long, a man and a half-ox arrived at the platform.

The second tunnel opened by Yang Dalang is deep and boundless, and it is still at risk of collapsing at any time.

Yang He entered the tunnel without the slightest hesitation.

Playing the role of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha is naturally for the sake of attaining Buddhahood, but it is absolutely forbidden to refine oneself in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. It would be better to go to the gambling den for a look.

"Cihang Daoist has already left the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple. Duobao Daoist must also have spies planted. We can use the Immaculate Ghost Buddha to divert their attention, hehe."

"I'm in the shadows, you're in the light, how are we supposed to play?"

Yang He, who plays other recurring characters, always worries that he won't die a quick and painless death, while Wugou Guifo has no such concerns at all.

Once the lifespan of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha is exhausted, he will immediately die and his spiritual essence will dissipate.

"Immaculate Buddha, I know how to become an immortal and attain enlightenment. Aren't you interested?"

Yang He still ignored the Green Ox Demon, holding the Precious Bone Tomb in his palm. The window on the top floor of the Yin Treasure was open, revealing the Buddha's position within.

He had not had time to examine the Buddha's attainment.

Upon closer inspection, I suddenly felt as if I could hear the chanting of Buddhist scriptures.

The tumor began to wriggle, showing some resistance to Yang He's divine sense, but instead became restless towards the karmic fire remaining in the Treasure Bone Mausoleum.

"This thing really was tailor-made for Daoist Ran Deng."

"This concerns the opportunity of the Buddhas of the past."

Yang He attempted a blood sacrifice to refine the fleshy tumor, but the tumor absorbed the viscous blood of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha without any reaction, yet his spiritual vision showed fluctuations.

"Old Yin is probably able to sense the unusual nature of the Buddha's attainment."

"They've probably discovered I'm refining it, but it's too late."

Yang He pondered the Buddhahood position in secret. If there was really no other way, he might as well exchange it for Spirit Vision. As long as he didn't fall into the hands of Daoist Ran Deng, he could accept it.

[The attainment of Buddhahood can be exchanged for 7288 million Spiritual Vision]

Strangely enough, the Buddha's attainment is only worth 70 million spiritual visions, which is equivalent to the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl. It always feels like it should be worth more.

"I have a way..."

"What method?" Yang He bent down to look at his hand, but the Green Ox Demon was speechless, only realizing that he had just blurted it out unintentionally.

"I... I don't know either, I just suddenly thought it might be better to try using the Immortal Slaughtering Formation."

The Green Ox Demon stammered, his eyes flickering, as if he didn't even believe himself.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, staring at the Green Ox Demon's face, and suddenly laughed: "The Immortal Slaughtering Formation? You mean, using mortal thoughts to deal with this thing?"

"I... I was just saying it offhand."

Yang He withdrew his gaze and gently tapped the window frame of the Precious Bone Mausoleum with his fingertips. "It's a pity that pure mortals have now disappeared from the Immortal Slaughtering Formation."

He stared thoughtfully at the Green Ox Demon, then asked with a pointed question.

"King Si, do you think there might be ordinary people in the gambling den?"

The Green Ox Demon was momentarily dazed. "There are indeed many mortals in the gambling den. Just tell them that this item was bestowed by Laozi."

"I see."

Yang He gave the Green Ox Demon a deep look and strode into the depths of the tunnel.

After more than half an hour, the end of the tunnel came into view, still a crack about two fingers thick, from which a breeze blew.

With a thought, Yang He sent the Five Gods into the rift.

He absorbed the green ox's head into the Treasure Bone Mausoleum, directly abandoning his body. In an instant, his flesh and bones were reshaped around the Five Gods.

Yang He looked around and realized he was in the courtyard of the gambling den.

The main entrance to the main hall is right in front of us.

Inside, the place was filled with smoke and chaos, with hundreds of ordinary gamblers betting on big or small.

As the door opened, Yang He adjusted to the light and was able to see the scene inside the gambling den, where more than a dozen gambling tables appeared to be packed with people.

In reality, each seat was left empty, as if waiting for the person to sit down.

(End of this chapter)