Mythology

Chapter 390 Refining the Buddha's Fruition
As Yang He stepped into the main hall of the gambling den, the foul air that hit him was mixed with the stench of sweat.

He threw the Green Ox Demon by the door; its horns struck the doorframe with a dull thud, merely allowing the demonic spirit to reside within the ox's head.

"Bet on big! This hand is bound to be big!"

"Bullshit! Seven consecutive low scores!"

"Damn it, the dice... there's definitely something wrong with these dice!"

The hysterical screams echoed continuously.

Yang He squinted and saw that the dozen or so gambling tables were crowded with gamblers of all kinds.

Without exception, their eyes were bloodshot as they stared intently at the dice cup tumbling on the table.

"If the gambling den is really related to Laozi, why would the sage place it in such a place full of vulgarities? It's strange."

Yang He casually found an empty seat and sat down, his movements as practiced as if he had done it a thousand times before.

As the dealer shook the dice cup, he joined in shouting "big or small" with the people around him, his voice blending perfectly into the frenzy.

The Green Ox Demon huddled by the door, turbid tears constantly gushing from his bloodshot eyes.

It pressed its broken horn against the ground, trying to alleviate the increasingly intense stinging pain in its mind. Fragments of memories flickered deep within its consciousness, but they shattered at the slightest touch, like reflections in water.

The Green Ox Demon raised his head in a daze, his gaze passing through the swirling smoke.

A small mountain of silver ingots had already piled up on the gambling table in front of Yang He. Each bet was placed with unwavering certainty, and when the dice cup was lifted, the dealer's trembling voice could always be heard announcing the numbers: "Four, five, six, big!!"

"I won again!!"

The Green Ox Demon felt as if he had seen it before, yet it was also completely unfamiliar.

suddenly.

It noticed the obvious difference in skin color between Yang He's neck and his chest.

Apart from his head, the rest of Yang He's exposed skin was covered with grooves, and his voice became hoarse as he shouted.

"too……"

"Laozi (Taishang Laojun)!!!"

The Green Ox Demon suddenly remembered something, and a deep fear flashed in his eyes.

Realizing its purpose in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, it lured others into the gambling den, turning those cultivators into incarnations of Laozi.

"For Laozi, one incarnation is definitely not enough!!!"

The Green Ox Demon couldn't help but mutter to himself, as if explaining to Laozi, "This disciple is not negligent, but is unfortunately trapped in the Daoist temple. Laozi, please do not blame this disciple!!"

"This person is a disciple of the Goddess Nuwa, and is sufficient to be an incarnation of Laozi."

Without warning, the Green Ox Demon's left eye twitched violently, and the white of his eye quickly became bloodshot and swollen.

With a muffled thud, the eyeballs exploded, and pus and blood dripped from the cow's face onto the ground.

Immediately afterwards, his right eye began to twitch uncontrollably, everything in his vision turned bloodshot, and his skull could no longer bear the weight.

"Laojun, please calm your anger! Laojun, please calm your anger!"

The Green Ox Demon repeatedly struck the wall with its broken horn, its gaze fixed on Yang He.

"Fortunately, there is still the Immaculate Buddha. If I had returned empty-handed, I would have surely died."

Yang Hefeng always won his bets, and before he knew it, his aura had changed to that of a different person. Just then, he withdrew his betting arm.

Just as the Green Ox Demon was feeling relieved to have survived the ordeal, his body froze once again.

Yang He left the gambling table and awkwardly walked to the entrance of the gambling den. The money he had won not long ago was snatched away by the gamblers.

The Green Ox Demon then heard Yang He muttering to himself.

"Laozi, your disciple, the Immaculate Buddha, wishes to greet you."

The gambling den showed no signs of abnormality; the atmosphere inside remained one of frenzy. Whenever the gamblers were about to lose everything, they would have a stroke of luck, only to repeat the cycle of losing every time they gambled.

"Laojun, your disciple can help you descend into the Immortal Slaughtering Formation. You can have as many avatars as you want. Your disciple keeps his word."

"This disciple wishes to refine this item."

With a thought, Yang He conjured the image of Buddhahood in his palm. A faint Buddhist light shone upon the gambling den, making the gamblers appear exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

The spiritual vision began to surge unnaturally. Daoist Ran Deng had definitely realized that the Buddha's position was not in the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple, and Daoist Duobao would probably realize it soon as well.

Yang He was not confident in his move either, but after witnessing the Guide Daoist, he realized that it would come at a price for a sage to descend upon the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

The guide is someone who absorbs specific nutrients to be reincarnated.

Laozi was even more enigmatic, descending through a method similar to assimilation.

The Green Ox Head is the medium of Laozi, and Yang He discovered this, which is why he took the initiative to participate in the gambling den.

Yang He didn't know if he could communicate with Laozi.

"Lord Laozi, this disciple can attract a large number of cultivators..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang He's deeply furrowed skin gradually recovered. Although he still looked old, his aura was at least completely normal.

"Has Laozi responded?"

Yang He was puzzled; the sage was truly indescribable.

I thought I could communicate with Laozi, but it seems that Laozi is like a colorless and formless...disease?
"wind?!!"

Yang He raised an eyebrow. In ancient Chinese medicine, many diseases were called "wind," such as stroke, leprosy, and gout.

They believed that "wind is the air of heaven".

“Yuanshi Tianzun is the earth, Tongtian Jiaozhu is the ocean, and Taishang Laojun is the sky.”

The moment Yang He had that thought, the Green Ox Demon's head twisted and deformed, cracks spread wildly across its skull, and then it let out a final wail.

boom.

The bull's head fell to the ground like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.

The gamblers, completely disregarding the blood and filth covering their bodies, placed their bets hysterically, and the atmosphere reached its peak with each win and loss.

"I won!!"

"Hahaha, I won! I won!!"

Twelve gamblers amassed huge fortunes, their loud laughter echoing through the air, sounding somewhat like… the mooing of cows.

clap clap.

Twelve human heads rolled off, and the flesh and blood at the severed necks writhed, instantly growing into twelve ferocious blue bull heads.

Yang He shook the precious bone tomb and took the green ox head.

He understood that the Green Ox Head had to be spread as soon as possible, and that Laozi was not easily fooled. As the number of times he played the role increased, the connection between the regular characters was no longer a secret in front of the sage.

"I wonder how many incarnations Laozi needs."

Fortunately, the trip was worthwhile.

Yang He swept his gaze across the precious bone marrow and saw that the fleshy tumor radiated a restrained Buddha-like light. When blood dripped onto its surface, the Buddha-like state no longer showed any obvious resistance.

However, it is foreseeable that once one attains the Buddhahood, one will face the wrath of the Great Golden Immortals, and may even incur the displeasure of the Two Western Saints.

"Again."

"What the Immaculate Ghost Buddha did has nothing to do with me, Yang He."

Yang He held up the Buddha's throne, and the Five Gods appeared at the four corners of the tumor. Then, the little devils worked together to send it into the five internal organs.

boom.

A massive amount of Sanskrit text surged forth.

It must be said that the constitution of the Immaculate Buddha is indeed very compatible with Buddhism. The immaculate nature represents that all cause and effect do not cling to the body.

Yang He looked at the Sanskrit characters imprinted on his body.

Due to its physical limitations, the Immaculate Buddha originally did not have a small world, but the Buddha's attainment seems to be gradually transforming into a brand new small world.

The vision was racing like an electrocardiogram, and someone's malice felt real.

(End of this chapter)