Mythology

Chapter 395 One Hundred and Forty-Two Lives
After returning to the main world, Yang He immediately exchanged all the resources he had gathered.

"Unfortunately, the Yin objects of True Immortal quality will affect the gestation of the Dharma Protector Gods, so the secret that the Twenty-Four Heavens are my incarnations cannot be revealed at the moment."

While he was pondering, he took out the pill and swallowed it.

Limited by the level of alchemy, the medicinal power of the pills varied, but it was still better than directly swallowing yin substances, which had a really pungent smell.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is a place of turbulent winds and clouds, where one can witness the changing of the sun and moon and the seasons.

A massive amount of Yin energy washed over the mountains, giving rise to numerous Yin veins.

More than half a month later.

The difficulties Yang Heshui would encounter on his path to the perfect Tribulation Transcending Realm had already been rehearsed many times by the various regular characters.

During this period, the Grand Court was quite active, with rumors circulating that a "Seven Princes' Succession Struggle" was taking place, and the Second Prince, supported by Wang Lan and others, had suddenly emerged, seemingly forcing the old emperor to abdicate.

"Becoming an immortal is just a step away, but for most cultivators, it's almost as difficult as ascending to heaven."

He possesses the innate body of corpse energy and the body of a ghost immortal. To be honest, even in the primordial world, he was destined to become an immortal.

But upon closer examination of that bottleneck, there was still no clue.

"If I were to shut myself away and delve into the subject, I might not become an immortal even after a hundred years."

In the world of classical literature, cultivators who wish to become immortals almost always have to join the Chan or Jie sects; those who achieve immortality through self-cultivation, like Zhao Gongming, are extremely rare.

Needless to say, the path to immortality in the mortal realm has been severed in the main world.

The only way to become an immortal is to fall into endless hell.

"Since there is a shortcut like the Twenty-Four Heavens, why go the long way around?"

After being refined by the Daoist Burning Lamp, the twenty-four heavens, once placed in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, will provide more than enough benefits.

[Common Things: The Heart Can Cause Murder]

[Related Allusion: "Ghost Slaying Immortals"] Do you wish to consume 10 points of Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?

"determine."

Yang He looked at his permanent role. Logically speaking, as long as he could take back the Twenty-Four Heavens, becoming an immortal would be a sure thing.

However, the Taoist Ran Deng would never allow himself to become an immortal.

and so.

Lingjiu Mountain is not chaotic enough; the few Heavenly Demons alone could probably be quelled very quickly.

"Refresh character".

Yang He kept refreshing the page until a suitable character appeared before him.

[Ascetic Monk (Green): You have been following the old monk on foot for many years in ascetic practice. Some time ago, the old monk went to Jiepai Pass, contrary to his usual behavior.]

“Playing the role of an ascetic.”

"And it carries the [Green Ox Head]."

.........

Yang Heyi opened and closed his eyes, and he had already entered the world of classical allusions.

Thirteen ascetic monks walked eastward along the official road, prostrating themselves every three steps. Not far away was the open city gate of Jiepai Pass.

They have come to regard going to Jiepai Pass as a pilgrimage.

It seems that after enduring countless hardships, one can reach a Buddhist land and achieve enlightenment, which makes their expressions full of fanaticism.

Yang He walked at the back of the group, but did not kowtow like an ascetic monk.

The ascetic monk didn't care. After a long trek through mountains and rivers, his mind was on the verge of collapse, and he was only sustained by his piety towards the Taoist Ran Deng.

As the group approached Jiepai Pass, the blue ox head in Yang He's arms came back to life.

Yang He's lips curled up as he listened to the Green Ox Head's rambling again after a long time.

"You think Jiepai Pass is a paradise, but it's not. It's full of demons and monsters, and going in means certain death."

Seeing that Yang He was listening patiently, the Green Ox Leader continued, "If you want to escape this inevitable calamity, the only way is to break away from the other monks after entering the city..."

“No, I want to become a Buddha,” Yang He replied with a smile.

The green ox was stunned for a few moments. Although he lacked a lot of memories, he felt that the man's smile was familiar.

It couldn't help but tremble, instinctively following Yang He's wishes.

"Go to the abandoned west gate and pick banyan branches from the cracks in the city wall. This will save your life once you enter Lingjiu Mountain." Yang He naturally did as instructed and quickly found the west gate.

The banyan tree branch naturally came from the mountain god. Its surface was covered with a layer of minced meat, and when scraped open, you could see the white bone material inside, with blood constantly dripping out.

"Well."

The banyan branch pierced directly into Yang He's body, taking root and sprouting.

Yang He's expression was subtle. He noticed that after doing as the Green Ox Head said, a fine wrinkle had appeared on his forearm without him noticing.

"So this is how Laozi descended upon the Immortal Slaughtering Formation."

Yang He rejoined the group of ascetics, then leaned closer to the Green Ox Head and said, "Tell me specifically how to keep you from being discovered."

The blue ox opened its mouth wide, feeling a sudden chill.

Does this person have some serious illness?
"You... just place me facing west and kowtow three times."

"another."

"Uh, cut off a finger."

As soon as Qingniu Shou finished speaking, Yang He placed his little finger on the rock and then casually picked up a wooden stick and smashed it four or five times.

The little finger was severed, and countless granulation tissues grew from the neck of the blue ox, connecting to the wound.

In no time, nothing seemed amiss.

Yang He walked into Jiepai Pass without frowning at all, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

"The city gate belongs to the ghost realm of the mountain god, and there are no spies of the Burning Lamp Taoist there."

Without waiting for the Green Ox Head to speak again, Yang He plunged the sharpened wooden stick into the neck, making a simple and decisive move, and the corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

"Madman...madman!"

Your character, the ascetic, has died; the story has ended.

As Yang He breathed his last, his companions soon discovered that, under the influence of the rules of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, his corpse had regained its vitality.

The monk's face regained its color, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath.

When asked with concern by others, he subconsciously covered his left little finger, then noticed that there was indeed blood on his sleeve.

I think I just had a bizarre dream.

Can one become a Buddha by following the instructions of the Green Ox Head step by step?

wrong.

A fervent look flashed in the monk's eyes. This was not a dream, it was real. It was said that there were 4,567 temples on Lingjiu Mountain, and the number of people in each temple who could condense relics and become Buddhas could be counted on one hand.

With the Green Ox Head by his side, he's sure to stand out.

The monk was not Yang He. Even before Qingniu Capital had spoken, he was already deeply influenced and then disappeared with the ascetic monk at Jiepai Pass.

He had barely left when seven more ascetic monks arrived at the city gate.

One of the monks picked up a discarded stick from a corner; the sharpened end was still wet with blood, and he was stabbed in the neck.

Snapped.

The body fell to the ground.

Upon reviving, the monk quickly hid his thumb behind his back.

Such a scene would play out every few days, like a death loop, repeated by every group of ascetics.

They gradually became more and more skilled.

One monk, with his back against the wall, stabbed himself in the heart from under his armpit. The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye, and the other ascetics didn't even notice.

One hundred and forty-two green ox heads were silently scattered all over Lingjiu Mountain.

Yang He's continued act of playing the ascetic resulted in no loss; in fact, his points were recovering at an increasingly rapid pace, and at most, he would only waste about a hundred days to gain the number of times he could enter and exit the world of historical allusions.

He also prepared for his ascension to immortality, as for choosing a place for seclusion.

It is naturally Lingjiu Mountain.

Lingjiu Mountain is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

(End of this chapter)