Mythology

Chapter 404 Everywhere is Taiyi Zhenren

In a daze, Yang He found himself at the entrance of Yuanshi Temple, surrounded by lush green mountains and forests.

As the Taoist temple where Taiyi Zhenren secluded himself, Yuanshi Temple should have been located in the heart of Jinguang Cave, but now it sits alone on the cliff face at the top of the mountain.

Upon careful reflection, it becomes clear that the cliff face of Qianyuan Mountain in later generations has also disappeared.

Jingle Bell.

Yang He was on high alert. The bronze bells under the eaves swayed without wind, their sounds captivating. In the center of the hall stood a half-meter-sized incense burner, from which wisps of smoke curled endlessly.

The walls are inlaid with statues of the Three Pure Ones, with Yuanshi Tianzun in the center, Tongtian Jiaozhu on the left, and Taishang Laojun on the right, but they seem somewhat out of place.

suddenly.

The Three Corpse Taoist's seal felt warm.

As they approached the Yuanshi Temple, Fayin received a telepathic message from Taiyi Zhenren. However, the message was extremely vague, like a sentence repeated thousands of times, causing it to completely deviate from its original meaning.

Yang He pushed open the door, but the temple was empty; there was no sign of Taiyi Zhenren.

The Yuanshi Temple is not large and has no other rooms. Taiyi Zhenren usually faces the statues of the Three Pure Ones and contemplates the Heavenly Dao.

"Hiss, if my cheap master isn't at Yuanshi Temple, where would he be?"

Yang He scanned Qian Yuan Mountain with his spiritual vision and was able to confirm that the Daoist temple was falling into enemy hands, and that Taiyi Zhenren might be wandering around somewhere at random.

He was about to look around the Yuanshi Temple when he suddenly froze in place.

"Disciple? When did you return to the mountain gate?"

The sound was so abrupt that even the spiritual vision was a beat too late.

Yang He glanced at the futon at the base of the Three Pure Ones statue, where a familiar figure sat cross-legged. The old Taoist had a kind face and was none other than the Taiyi Zhenren.

What terrified him was that Taiyi Zhenren had no limbs.

That's right.

A human pig was placed on the futon, the loose Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, and Taiyi Zhenren still maintained his kind smile.

"My disciple, I have been waiting for you for thirty years. Why have you only returned today?"

"And your senior brother Nezha, he hasn't come to see his master either."

Master Taiyi was rambling on and on, clearly in a bad state.

Yang He was puzzled and did not immediately take out Taiyi Zhenren's skin, since it was still unknown whether the other party was a human or a ghost.

"Disciple, come here."

Master Taiyi shrank his neck and said softly, "Could you do your master a favor?"

"Master, please tell me."

Yang He took a few steps forward, but remained at a safe distance.

"My hands and feet have just been stolen by it!!"

"Who is that?"

"It is also Taiyi Zhenren, and should be inside the Taoist temple."

Yang He was puzzled, but his spiritual vision reacted unusually strongly. As a result, the moment his gaze shifted away, a figure appeared in the corner.

The figure was also Taiyi Zhenren, but in a completely different form.

The second Taiyi Zhenren had two heads and six arms on his ribs. He was not surprised at all when he saw Yang He.

“Disciple, since you’re returning to Qianyuan Mountain today, why don’t you have a drink with your master?”

Before Yang He could speak, the shrill cry of the Human Pig Taiyi Zhenren rang in his ears, "Disciple, you must have seen it, don't believe it!!"

The multi-limbed Taiyi Zhenren earnestly said, "Disciple, I am the only real Taiyi Zhenren in Yuanshi Temple. However, someone took my third head last night. Please help me find it."

Yang He stared at the multi-limbed Taiyi Zhenren, then turned to gaze at the human-pig Taiyi Zhenren, and then opened the pupil ghost between his brows, choosing to gaze at both at the same time.

As a result, the Yuanshi Temple became empty again.

Yang He then noticed a pattern: he could not see more than two Taiyi Zhenrens. Once he tried to focus on more areas, he would lose all traces of the Taiyi Zhenrens.

That's right, there are more than one or two Taiyi Zhenren in Yuanshi Temple.

Based on the pattern, Yang He carefully observed the Yuanshi Temple, and before long, he began to glimpse more and more strangely shaped Taiyi Zhenren.

The Taiyi Zhenren statue next to the incense burner has eight heads.

The lower half of the Taiyi Zhenren, which was wrapped around the roof beam, resembled a centipede, with its limbs densely packed together.

The Taiyi Zhenren, whose only feature is his head, is hidden inside a vase, with his neck forced out. His intelligence is the lowest among all the Taiyi Zhenren.

"Disciple, let's sit down and have a detailed discussion!"

"Disciple, save me from Yuanshi Temple."

"My disciple, don't you recognize your master?"

"Disciple, run!"

.........

Yang Helian took several steps back, his temples throbbing slightly. The words of Taiyi Zhenren filled his mind, and he cried, laughed, shouted, and made a scene.

"Oh shit."

"To whom should I give the skin of the Immortal Taiyi?"

Yang He felt a headache coming on. Then, the Taiyi Zhenren began to recount their experiences with the two disciples, trying to verify their identities.

He felt that everyone had flaws, yet everyone was also real.

"Perhaps they are all genuinely cheap laborers."

Taiyi Zhenren died in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation in order to break away from Yuanshi Tianzun. Previously, as a second-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, he was generally characterized by being deeply influenced by sages and possessing the supernatural power of seizing bodies.

Has the possession technique gone out of control?

Yang He narrowed his eyes. If nothing unexpected happened, the Primordial Celestial Venerable at that point in time should have been in the same situation as the Tongtian Sect Master. Saints transcend, and second-generation disciples could not possibly escape disaster.

All Taiyi Zhenren are products of uncontrolled possession and supernatural powers. It's not just Yuanshi Temple; Qianyuan Mountain is likely filled with all sorts of Taiyi Zhenren, but they've all fallen into madness.

"So, should I select the less influential Taiyi Zhenren and hand over the physical body to him, or..."

"Or perhaps we should withdraw from the sect and wait until our cultivation has advanced further."

Yang He was somewhat conflicted. Logically speaking, as long as the stories of Qianyuan Mountain were sealed, Taiyi Zhenren would always have a glimmer of hope. However, there were variables involved, as the sect's stories should have been set before Journey to the West.

He had a premonition that the dramatic changes in the sect's history were most likely related to Journey to the West.

Just as Yang He hesitated, Qianyuan Mountain suddenly trembled, and dense Yin energy surged out from the ground, making the mountain gate shrouded in mist.

"My disciple!!!"

Yang He heard the shrill screams from inside the temple, and the Taiyi Zhenren was wailing incessantly.

"I don't want to die! I'm just one step away from transcendence, I truly mean it!!!"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Yang He realized that the fall of Qianyuan Mountain was getting closer and closer, so he quickly searched for the location of the Taiyi Zhenren and soon found a corpse at the feet of the Tongtian Jiaozhu statue.

The body was mangled beyond recognition; the chest cavity had been brutally torn open, and the internal organs were missing.

Clear teeth marks remained on the neck.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine. The corpse's fingernails dug deeply into the blue bricks, clearly indicating that it had endured extremely painful torture in a short period of time.

"Who is it? Are there still evil spirits at Yuanshi Temple?"

After hesitating for a few moments, he rushed toward the corpse, then tore open the upper and lower jaws of the corpse, compared the teeth marks on the neck, and came to a conclusion.

The one who kills and eats people is also the Taiyi Zhenren.

Yang He felt his hair stand on end, but he didn't back down at all. He couldn't rely on his cultivation to improve again and again, so sometimes it was better to take a chance and try.

"open."

The ghosts opened their eyes on their foreheads, necks, and arms, their countless pupils darting wildly, trying to capture the eerie figure.

Ahhh! ! !
Another scream rang out from a corner inside the temple.

Yang He turned his head sharply and saw an eight-headed Taiyi Zhenren convulsing violently. Three of his heads had been torn off, and thick black blood spurted from the severed necks.

The body fell heavily to the ground, its internal organs nowhere to be found.

"damn it."

Screams continued, but Yang He was always a beat too slow, only seeing corpses one after another.

With a thought, the ghost emerged from his body, transforming into a disc that hovered behind his head. Parts of his physical body also underwent the transformation into a corpse immortal, and his skin turned grayish-white.

Yang He finally caught a glimpse of a blurry figure.

The figure was a hunched-over Taiyi Zhenren, who looked older than his other cheap masters, with skin covered in bluish-purple corpse spots.

A third arm grew from his chest, supporting him as he moved quickly across the ground.

Click.

Taiyi Zhenren tore open the ribs of a corpse and greedily pulled out its heart and stuffed it into his mouth.

His wrinkled face became younger at a visible speed, his gray hair gradually turned black, and he became more and more agile.

Yang He felt a chilling gaze roaming over him like a venomous snake.

Taiyi Zhenren stopped eating, his blood-stained mouth slowly grinned, and his third arm stretched out from his chest, its five fingers like hooks piercing into the skull of another Taiyi corpse.

"Disciple, are you here to stop me?"

The hoarse voice echoed within the temple, and Taiyi Zhenren's eyes remained fixed on Yang He, his turbid pupils flashing with greed.

“Almost all Taiyi Zhenren express goodwill, but he is the only exception.”

"But it is the most likely to devour all of its kind in Qianyuan Mountain."

Yang He noticed that every time the other party devoured a member of its own kind, the rationality in its eyes would recover a little more, and its aura would rise wildly.

It already exuded a slight aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"We can't let it keep eating!!"

boom.

Countless skeletal limbs sprouted from all directions, and the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field enveloped the Primordial Beginning Temple.

Yang He has completely transformed into a Corpse Immortal, but due to the height of the Primordial Temple, his body is only three meters tall, yet he gives the impression of being incredibly large.

"Disciple, are you... planning to betray your master and destroy your lineage?!"

Taiyi Zhenren opened his mouth, and his sharp teeth transformed into arms.

The master and apprentice passed each other.

Yang He groaned as his ribs broke one after another, his heart was almost taken away by Taiyi Zhenren, and the Wanhua Tiandao Field became overwhelmed.

He also broke one of Taiyi Zhenren's arms, but the injury healed in an instant.

This is, after all, the Qianyuan Mountain Daoist Temple. Even though Taiyi Zhenren is on his deathbed, he is still able to exert the strength of someone close to a Daluo Jinxian.

Yang He staggered backward, black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He was a little out of breath, but he was unwilling to give up. He regretted not bringing the black cat. At the time, he thought that the Five-Colored Divine Light was only at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, but now it seemed that it might be able to change the course of the battle.

"Master, although I promised you I would never come to Qianyuan Mountain, a teacher for a day is a father for life, how can I accept this?!"

"Disciple!" Taiyi Zhenren crawled over, twisting and contorting, his third arm suddenly swelling up. "Let your master devour you!!"

"Master, if you want to kill me, then so be it!"

Yang He felt deeply aggrieved. The Corpse Immortal was severely suppressed at the Qianyuan Mountain Daoist Temple, and its power was not even as great as that of the Law of Heaven and Earth.

Just then, an old man murmured a sigh.

“My disciple, didn’t I tell you not to come?”
(End of this chapter)