Mythology

Chapter 409 Devouring the Burning Lamp Taoist! (Seeking monthly votes)
Yang He frowned. Two months ago? That means the Immaculate Ghost Buddha has been enshrined at the outer gate of Jade Void Palace for two months?

No wonder I felt like a long time had passed when I first entered the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

It has been two whole months since the Immortal Slaughtering Formation was broken. It is estimated that Xiqi has already been at war with the Shang army. Hopefully, Nezha and his companions will not perish.

"How many guardian deities are enshrined with me at the outer gate?"

Fayun said tremblingly, "Reporting to the Immortal, there are a total of sixty-eight."

Yang He nodded inwardly; their numbers were roughly the same as those of the True Immortals in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation. "Fayun, can you tell me exactly who they are?"

"Disciple...disciple is of lowly status and does not know the name of the Dharma Protector." Fayun's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he gesticulated wildly as he described the situation.

Based on the description of their appearance, figures with distinctive features, such as the Holy Mother of the Tortoise, are easily identifiable.

Yang He's other two regular characters are also listed, but Fa Yun is also unsure of the exact locations of the Three Corpse Taoist and the Edict Yin Ghost Immortal.

His expression was subtle; the guardian deity, a fake immortal in disguise, had begun to lose control.

Will my own recurring character also become an evil spirit?

Yang He closed his eyes to sense the resident characters, but unfortunately the connections between them were only vaguely apparent, as the suppression from the Sage's Dojo was simply too terrifying.

On the contrary, the Taoist Ran Deng was not far away from him.

It seems to be in the southwest.

The Taoist Ran Deng still tried to refine the last remaining Heavenly Buddha Bead from time to time, but it was all in vain.

Just as Yang He was about to leave the palace, he heard the sound of fingernails scratching against the door panel in the courtyard.

His gaze fell on the well in the corner, where blood was seeping from the well opening.

Immediately afterwards, a pale woman's face appeared on the surface of the water, her hair clinging to the well wall as if it were alive, each hair tip tied with a rusted copper bell.

Hee hee hee.

A chilling laugh echoed.

"Immortal, that...that's the Nine Netherworld Spirit Official!!" Fayun turned his head away, not daring to look directly at the well, which made the woman's laughter grow louder and louder.

"Well God."

Yang He quickly closed the door, and then the woman's long hair began to extend endlessly.

In a short while, it had already enveloped the palace.

Seeing the black hair slip through the cracks in the doors and windows, Yang He pretended to put his hands together in a gesture of respect.

His skin and flesh suddenly peeled off on their own, and hundreds of novice monks were born from them. The novice monks allowed their black hair to wrap around their bodies and were stuffed into the well.

"Not enough, not enough."

A frantic murmur came from the well, and black hair suddenly stood up!

scoff.

Yang He's limbs were torn off, and his torso was ripped into pieces like a rag.

Fayun fell to the ground, watching helplessly as Yang He was reduced to minced meat. Only then did the Well God return to the bottom of the well, satisfied, to continue his slumber.

"The...Immortal."

puff.

Fayun coughed up blood again, and Yang He used this opportunity to reshape his body and soul.

"He has 617 years left to live."

Yang He looked up towards the southwest. In the short time that the Well God had lingered, Daoist Ran Deng had already left and continued to venture deeper into the Jade Void Palace.

"Never mind, the most urgent task is still the Buddhist tradition."

Yang He glanced at the spiritual vision.

There was nothing unusual about the surroundings, yet his spiritual vision suddenly surged without warning; such a fluctuation was at least at the level of a saint.

Since they couldn't reach the level of the Three Pure Ones, they could only be the Two Saints of the West.

When Fayun saw Yang He talking to himself and witnessed the latter's strange and inexplicable methods, he couldn't help but retreat repeatedly, trying to get away.

After walking a few steps, a strange feeling of nausea welled up in my heart again.

Fayun knelt down on the ground, making strange gurgling sounds from his throat.

He gripped his own neck with both hands, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, and his mouth stretched into a bizarre, uncontrollable grin.

vomit.

A large amount of wet, glistening shell fragments gushed from its mouth. Shortly after landing, the fragments began to wriggle, and tiny fleshy buds sprouted from their edges.

"Young friend, it's been a long time since we last met."

The pile of fragments gradually rose, transforming into a gaunt old monk.

Zhunti Daoist's skin was a deathly gray color, covered with shell-like scales, and there were obvious suture marks remaining on his neck.

Yang He felt that the two Western Saints were becoming increasingly sinister, their appearances even more bizarre than when they last met.

Zhunti Daoist sized up Yang He and said in a chilling tone, "You'd better watch out for your two avatars. If they turn into evil spirits, hehehehe..."

"Senior, what are the drawbacks of becoming an evil spirit?"

Yang He estimated that only Buddhist disciples could retain their spiritual intelligence, so if he didn't stop it, his permanent role was destined to become an evil spirit.

Zhunti Daoist tilted his head, but did not give a direct answer, "Why don't you kill Randeng?"

Yang He stared at Zhunti Daoist for a moment, "Senior, what good would killing him do? Aren't we Buddhists supposed to be compassionate?"

"Goodness is goodness."

One moment the Daoist Zhunti was smiling, the next his face contorted in a ferocious grin as he said, "Eat Dipankara, and I will teach you the method to attain Buddhahood. Eat him!!!"

Yang Helian took several steps back, a strong, intense appetite welling up inside him.

His throat bobbed involuntarily, as if the Taoist Ran Deng were an extremely delicious delicacy.

Where is the lamp?

Zhunti Daoist pointed to a certain spot, then his body shattered into dust, leaving only his right arm, which was forever pointing towards Randeng Daoist, lying on the ground.

Yang He couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Buddhism is really going to twist this."

.........

Inside the dimly lit palace, the floor was covered with mangled limbs and pieces of flesh, all belonging to the servants and young Taoist boys.

"Yang He, if you live to see the end of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, you might actually have a place among the Seven Treasures Saints of Buddhism in the future."

That should have been mine.

The Taoist priest holding Buddhist prayer beads had veins bulging on his forehead.

He arrived before the guardian deity enshrined in this hall, only to see a bizarre statue with three heads and six arms. The golden light of the Buddhist beads shimmered, reflecting the statue's distorted, ghost-like face.

"Yang He, do you know that once an incarnation becomes an evil spirit, there is no chance to reverse it?"

The Taoist priest, Ran Deng, muttered madly to himself, then threw his prayer beads out the window.

The prayer beads suddenly disappeared.

Perhaps the noise startled the statue, and for a moment it became eerie. The three faces of the Yin Ghost Immortal revealed angry, sad and laughing expressions, and its six arms twisted and turned, some forming hand seals and others holding weapons.

Click.

A thin crack appeared on the surface of the statue, from which dark red blood seeped out.

The Taoist Ran Deng's breathing became heavy. He saw with his own eyes that the three heads of the statue turned slightly and stared straight at him!
"Hahaha."

He laughed uncontrollably, then suddenly plunged his withered fingers into his own chest.

"Come on! Eat to your heart's content!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng tore off a rib, with bits of flesh still clinging to the bone.

The Yin Ghost Immortal trembled violently, and its two arms suddenly stretched out, like a hungry ghost pouncing on its prey and grabbing at the flesh and bones in the hands of the Burning Lamp Taoist.

Click click click.

The chilling sound of chewing echoed through the hall.

The statue's three mouths are open at the same time: the angry one shows its fangs, the sad one has tears streaming down its face, and the smiling one's mouth stretches to its ears.

Then, more and more cracks appeared on the surface of the statue, and fine black blood vessels grew out.

"Not enough, not enough!"

The Taoist Ran Deng, looking like a madman, tore off pieces of flesh from his left arm and fed them to the animals.

The Yin Ghost Immortal came to life completely. Its three heads looked down at the Burning Lamp Taoist for a few moments before emerging from the palace and disappearing.

The Taoist Ran Deng suppressed his smile and went out to find the statue of the Taoist San Shi.

(End of this chapter)