Mythology

Chapter 402 Traitors from Three Religions

Yang He had previously plotted to attain Buddhahood, and almost all the regular characters in the plot were sacrifices.

The Three Corpse Taoist's injuries were so severe that when he re-entered the world of the story, it was already seven or eight days later.

As expected, the stage for the Immortal Slaughtering Formation is now dominated by sages.

The story is gradually coming to an end.

“Play the role of the Three Corpse Taoist.”

Yang He's consciousness was immersed in darkness for a long time. As his five senses returned, his spiritual vision began to fluctuate irregularly. Only when facing a sage would he encounter a similar situation.

The moment I regained consciousness, I found myself lying inside the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

"What the hell? How come the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is unharmed?"

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is still within the Jiepai Pass area. Outside the window, the fog is extremely thick, and the visibility is only about half a meter. The cave seems to be sitting alone between heaven and earth.

Yang He looked around warily and found that the walls were covered with cracks.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was dying, and the three ghost statues enshrined inside were shattered on the ground, with only half of their heads remaining, leaning against the altar.

The black cat has also disappeared, clearly having encountered some twists and turns.

"This is……"

Yang He propped himself up, but a crisp cracking sound came from the soles of his feet.

Looking down, I saw that a seashell had been crushed to pieces. The pale shell looked like bone, and blood was seeping out from it.

It looks like the scales shed by some kind of creature.

Suddenly, Yang He felt a sharp, cramping pain in his abdomen.

vomit! !

He suddenly bent over and spat out large mouthfuls of viscous liquid, which contained countless bits of scallop meat.

"Could it be the work of the Guide Daoist? Damn it, aren't we all on the same side?"

Yang He cursed under his breath, but fortunately, there was no hindrance in taking back the Twenty-Four Heavens.

In just a short while, seven more Buddhist beads appeared in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, causing the sea area to rise and the yin energy to become increasingly dense.

"Daoist Ran Deng should have given up on the Twenty-Four Heavens. After all, once he becomes a permanent character, even if he destroys the Celestial Court, he can revive the Twenty-Four Heavens at most by spending a few thousand points."

As Yang He caught his breath, he took out his magic seal, intending to ask Lu Ya Daoist a question.

Just then, footsteps approached from afar outside the window.

clap clap.

It stood out starkly in the silent Jiepai Pass, and at the same time, my spiritual vision was increasing dramatically.

Yang Helian took several steps back and saw a figure quietly emerge from the window, staring blankly at him, which sent chills down his spine.

"who?!!"

The figure, dressed in a simple monk's robe, walked barefoot on the ground paved with seashells, each step causing ripples in the surrounding mist.

When the moonlight shone on his face, Yang He's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a face that defied description.

Despite having clearly visible facial features, one cannot remember their exact appearance; despite wearing a compassionate smile, one feels a chill run down one's spine.

"Young friend, you're awake? Zhunti greets Fellow Daoist Yang He."

The Taoist Zhunti was playing with a string of seashell prayer beads in his hand. There was nothing unusual about him, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Yang He took a half step back without making a sound, his back against the wall.

"This junior has met the Sage."

He bowed respectfully, "I was unaware that Your Majesty had personally come; what instruction do you have for me?"

Zhunti Daoist stared at Yang He with a smile, the seashell prayer beads making a soft, rustling sound, like countless tiny teeth gnawing at each other.

"Young friend, why be so wary? The Western Religion has not offended you, has it?"

Zhunti Daoist examined Yang He and had to admit that the latter's immortal body was indeed unique, being the first wisp of corpse energy to be transformed in the world.

Furthermore, the three incarnations do not interfere with each other. Could it be that they truly possess the ability to transform one qi into three pure ones?

"No, it's just my first time speaking with a sage."

"Hahaha."

Zhunti Daoist couldn't help but laugh, and said with a subtle expression, "Since ancient times, sages have all been in harmony with the Dao of Heaven, transcending all emotions. But our Western Sect is different; even after becoming a saint, we still maintain our rationality."

Yang He thought to himself, "As expected, Buddhism must have some means to avoid the drawbacks of becoming a saint."

However, there should be a trade-off. The Three Pure Ones are associated with Heaven, Earth, and the Sea, while the Two Western Saints are associated with the Seven Treasures of Buddhism. It feels like their levels are quite different.

"Senior, why are the saints of the Chan and Jie sects..."

"You must not say it, you must not say it."

The Taoist Zhunti stroked his beard and chuckled, inadvertently revealing his neck. It was clear that there was no flesh or blood on his neck, only his spine was exposed.

He was just an empty shell; no wonder he felt so awkward.

"I have come to ask you a question."

He suddenly bent down, his neck making a cracking sound as his head extended into the flesh-and-blood Taoist temple, almost touching Yang He's face.

"Do you wish to become a Buddha?"

Yang He's breath hitched, and he nodded, saying, "This junior is willing to become a Buddha."

The Taoist Zhunti before me appeared peaceful, yet there was an extremely distorted sense of incongruity about him.

Like a meticulous painting, it appears exquisite at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one discovers that all the lines are composed of countless maggots.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on Zhunti Daoist's lips, revealing a mouthful of fine, sharp teeth: "Excellent. Once you enter the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, I will personally assist you in refining your Buddhahood."

When will the Immortal Slaughtering Formation be broken?

"Do not leave the cave within seven days, and I will protect your life."

Yang He's heart tightened, and he quickly pressed for an answer: "May I ask, Sage, what is the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation...?"

Before he finished speaking, Daoist Zhunti fell backward to the ground, his head vanished, and his fleshless body slowly dissipated in the thick fog.

The material inside the shell resembles a seashell; to be precise, it is a giant clam shell from Qibao.

The guide is named Chizhu, and the sage is named Tridacna. "In Buddhism, there are likely only seven spots for sainthood. Even if the Immaculate Buddha attains the fruit of Dipankara, it does not mean that he will definitely become a saint."

"Perhaps it's just a preliminary list."

Yang He couldn't help but sigh, "Old Yinbi is indeed strong."

The Taoist Ran Deng defected to Buddhism and not only became a saint, but also became the leader of a religion. Of course, after Journey to the West, it seems that he was replaced by Shakyamuni.

As Yang He pondered, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple underwent a dramatic change.

The cracks in the wall had healed at some point, and the three demon statues stood perfectly intact in their original positions, without a single scratch.

Meow~~~
The black cat darted out from the corner and rubbed its head against Yang He's trouser leg.

The previous encounter with Master Zhunti seems to have been an illusion.

"Father."

Yang He turned his head and saw Yang Sanlang leading four people slowly walking out.

Yang Sanlang's left arm was severed at the shoulder; half of Yang Qilang's face was a bloody mess; Yang Jiulang's chest was sunken, and his beating heart could be vaguely seen; Yang Shimei was covered in cracks, like a porcelain doll about to break.

"Father," Yang Sanlang knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse, "we..."

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently, spitting out fragments of flesh and bone with a coral-like structure, and blood splattered with horseflies.

“When sages clash, we are inevitably affected.”

Yang He remained silent for a moment, a hint of guilt showing in his eyes.

He admitted that he had used the ten sons of the Yang family to delay Duobao Daoist, since they were only false immortals born from the Zhuxian Formation, and their true spirits were still on the Investiture of the Gods.

But how could he not be moved at all when his children were so badly hurt?

Yang Sanlang saw through Yang He's thoughts and said with a smile, "Father, all ten of us were born of you. If we were to die in your presence, we would have no regrets."

"It's alright, we can still become immortals after death."

"It's just a pity about Miss Bixiao."

"Where is Bixiao?" Yang He frowned slightly, his divine sense failing to detect Bixiao's presence.

Yang Shier's eyes were slightly red as he sobbed, "I was... I was taken away by a Taoist priest. He said that Sister Bixiao has a connection with the West!"

"Guidance?"

Yang Sanlang nodded and let out a long sigh.

"Don't worry, Bixiao has her own destiny."

Yang He knew that Bixiao would most likely replace Kong Xuan in joining Buddhism, and Yunxiao Niangniang's original arrangement was probably for this purpose.

But so be it.

Yang He pinched the black cat's nape, "You should find an opportunity to become the Buddha Mother."

He swept his hand seal over the Three Corpse Taoist's seal. The seal representing Bixiao emitted a faint light, indicating that the latter was not in danger and was in good condition.

For Bixiao, joining Buddhism might even give her the chance to become a saint in the future.

Currently, regardless of whether Buddhism is using the mundane world as a resource, it is at least on par with Taoism in the next Journey to the West calamity.

Meow~~

The black cat leaped up and landed on Yang He's shoulder.

Yang He patted Hakimi's head, processing the thoughts the latter conveyed, and discovered that the Guide was also trying to take the black cat away.

However, a faint mooing sound came from a cow, stopping the guide.

"It seems I should side with Daoist Zhunti."

He looked out the window, where rustling sounds echoed intermittently through the thick fog. After staring for a few moments, Tong Gui showed signs of collapse.

Yang He stopped paying attention and sat cross-legged, beginning to inhale and exhale yin energy.

The most urgent task is to enable the Three Corpse Taoist to also become a true immortal.

"Yep."

Yang He suddenly remembered something, and with a slight thought, released twenty or thirty people. They were the same group of ghost tamers from before, as well as Nuwa believers in their seventies and eighties, who had been kept in the temple.

Liu Hai and the others still acted strangely, and immediately knelt down when they saw Yang He.

"Immortal above, your disciple is Liu Hai, the captain of the Ghost Tamer of the Third Column."

The followers of Nuwa did not kneel down; they stood still, their faces filled with terror.

"Saburo."

"exist."

Yang He said thoughtfully, "You should teach them the Daoist tradition. No matter what, you must raise their cultivation to the Concentration Realm."

Yang Sanlang tossed out the capsule pills and threw them into the mouth of the mortal.

The mortals fell to the ground in response.

"Heizi." Yang He turned his attention to the black cat.

Hakimi was immediately angered and stared at Yang He warily.

“Hei Zi, you have only just entered the Tribulation Transcending Realm. If you don’t take shortcuts, even with my assistance, it will take at least forty or fifty years to become an immortal.”

Meow?
One moment Yang He gently stroked the cat's head, the next he activated the True Secret Record of the Five Directions Mysterious Light Cave.

The black cat died, its corpse transforming into a kaleidoscope of five colors.

While Yang He was attempting to break through to the True Immortal realm, he began refining the cat corpse, adding a large amount of miscellaneous Yin substances while retaining a wisp of five-colored divine light.

"It seems okay."

Five-Colored Elixir

Only those possessing the Five-Colored Divine Light can consume the Five-Colored Pill. Its medicinal power is of inferior quality, and it can absorb external Yin energy over time. However, due to its mixed medicinal properties, it can easily lead to qi deviation and demonic possession.

Yang He had long had ideas on how to utilize the past three thousand years, and the Five-Colored Pill, a seemingly useless thing, was a product of a flash of inspiration.

"Give it a try. It doesn't matter if it falls into someone else's hands."

"If it can be preserved for three thousand years, the Five-Colored Pill will be enough to save the black cat from taking detours."

Yang He continued his seclusion, and his cultivation was showing signs of a breakthrough.

(End of this chapter)