Mythology

Chapter 410 Lighting the Lamp! They've finally taken the bait.

The Taoist Ran Deng arrived at the side hall where another incarnation of Yang He was enshrined.

The statue stood silently on the altar. Although there were no corpses of the Taoist children around, dark red blood was constantly seeping from the floor tiles.

“Apart from the Immaculate Buddha, Yang He’s other incarnations all possess three heads and six arms and are born with three eyes. There is a high possibility of backlash between the incarnations.”

The Taoist Ran Deng actually understood that he shouldn't have targeted Yang He at all.

Yang He has likely already gained the support of the two Western Saints, and with the Buddha's position and the twenty-four heavens taken away from him, becoming a Buddha is almost a certainty.

Every move the Taoist Ran Deng made undoubtedly revealed a flaw.

But he was unwilling to accept that the opportunity he had planned for hundreds of years to become one of the Seven Sages of Buddhism had turned into a mere mortal's wedding dress.

"Yang He, if your two avatars get out of control, I don't believe you won't be affected."

Kaka.

The statue seemed to smell the blood emanating from the Taoist Ran Deng, its neck stretching out incessantly, and its livid skin turning red with excitement.

Six hands each cradling a beating heart, already itching to move.

"Come and eat."

With a sinister grin, the Taoist Ran Deng tore open his wound, and his bloodied internal organs slid out. He then trembled as he picked up his heart and handed it to the statue to be swallowed.

Three heads simultaneously opened their empty eye sockets, and arms suddenly pierced through the shoulders of the Taoist Ran Deng, hoisting him into the air to devour him.

The Taoist Ran Deng let the Taoist San Shi tear his flesh and bones apart, and couldn't help but laugh wildly amidst the excruciating pain.

He's going crazy.

Even he himself knew that he was only half a step away from losing his mind.

Yang He was merely the trigger; the main reason was that his realm was approaching Quasi-Saint, and he was unable to break through the bottleneck for a long time, which inevitably caused his body and soul to lose control.

According to the original plan, joining Buddhism would solve the problem once and for all.

Unfortunately, all the opportunities he has now become stepping stones for Yang Hecheng to become an immortal and a Buddha, and even Cihang Daoren no longer responds to his telepathic messages.

The Three Corpse Taoist continued to grow in size, and the stench of corpses spread. He then detached himself from the altar and lay prostrate in a corner of the side hall to digest his flesh and bones.

At this moment.

Upon hearing this, the Three Corpse Taoist let out a sob.

The Three Corpse Taoist seemed to sense the danger and fled from the side hall using both hands and feet, disappearing into the depths of the night in no time.

"who?!!"

The Burning Lamp Daoist's body trembled. What could make the Three Corpse Daoist feel so threatened was not necessarily a Great Luo Golden Immortal, but perhaps Yang He's true form? After all, an incarnation only has a nascent intelligence and would instinctively fear the true form.

He staggered to his feet and noticed that there was a constant surge of yin energy outside the hall.

Judging from the commotion alone, it doesn't seem like Yang Heneng caused it.

Immediately, more than a dozen figures rapidly approached the side hall; they were all fake immortals from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation: the Earth God, the Door Gods, and the Three Immortals of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity...

However, fake immortals all possess an indescribable eeriness.

Judging from appearance alone, the fake immortal could no longer maintain a human form, and his every move revealed a strong greed unique to evil spirits.

"he……"

The Taoist Ran Deng fixed his gaze on a monk surrounded by fake immortals.

"Impossible, he absolutely...impossible."

Having already witnessed Yang He commit numerous shocking acts, the Daoist Burning Lamp still could not believe the arrival of the Immaculate Buddha.

After seeing Yang He clearly, Daoist Ran Deng was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

There, the Immaculate Buddha stood barefoot in a pool of blood.

With each step he took, parts of his flesh and bone were ripped off his body, instantly becoming food for the false immortal. His chest had already been completely devoured.

With bare bones exposed, the wounds were clearly not healing quickly enough.

Only when the fake immortals' appetites were satisfied did they refrain from swarming forward; in fact, they even took the initiative to shield Yang He from the covetousness of some of their kind.

Three hundred and twenty-one.

Two hundred and seventy-three.

Two hundred and forty-four.

Yang He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was silently counting down his rapidly diminishing lifespan.

Unlike the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, he had no patience to slowly torture the Burning Lamp Daoist in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. The Three Pure Ones were about to transcend, and who knew what great terror awaited him next.

The best course of action is to strike first while the Taoist Ran Deng is off guard, and then obtain the method for refining Buddhahood from the Taoist Zhun Ti.

Yang He's aggressive approach was also a gamble on whether Daoist Zhunti would provide assistance.

If things don't work out, he'll be too lazy to engage in deceit and intrigue. He'd rather focus his energy on the other permanent characters. He might as well let the Immaculate Buddha become an immortal and go to the Nuwa Palace first. He can't be reduced to a tool of Buddhism.

Yang He gave the Taoist Ran Deng a cold glance, and the Five Gods came to him holding Buddhist beads.

"Master, your precious treasure!!"

He swallowed the last rosary in one gulp. Although he did not carry the rest of the rosary, the perfection of the Twenty-Four Deities still revealed extraordinary signs.

A halo of light shimmered behind his head, and he could see an endless sea of ​​Buddhas rising and falling.

The Buddhahood that had not yet been refined within his body responded to the Twenty-Four Heavens, and instantly a lotus throne appeared beneath Yang He's feet, with lotuses blooming with every step, making it seem as if the Buddha had descended to the mortal realm.

The Taoist Ran Deng coughed violently, almost grinding his teeth to powder.

Logically speaking, he had already transcended worldly desires a thousand years ago, so why would his Dao heart be so unstable because of a Dao thief?
"Senior Burning Lamp, it's been a long time."

The Taoist Ran Deng did not respond, and Yang He continued to throw away his flesh and blood.

Compared to his own act of feeding evil spirits, Yang He seemed to be saving the common people, and for some reason he thought of the Buddhist scriptures about Shakyamuni cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle.

His smile froze, and for the first time, he felt inferior.

"wrong!"

The Taoist Ran Deng became wary, realizing that Yang He had some hidden tricks up his sleeve and what his true purpose was.

Before he could react, Yang He's body suddenly swelled violently.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the Immaculate Buddha exploded on the spot, his flesh and bones scattering like raindrops, then turning into a large number of novices, which vanished in an instant.

The Taoist Ran Deng looked around and, though he couldn't see Yang He, he felt that the latter was omnipresent.

"Why doesn't he care about his incarnation? What is the reason?" The pupils of the Taoist Ran Deng suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously looked towards Mount Lingjiu. He saw a voice singing praises to the Immaculate Buddha among the pavilions and towers.

He soon noticed that one of the temples was filled with tiny novice monks.

"One grain, one Buddha; one Buddha, one calamity."

"Only when ten thousand grains of sand are piled up to form a Buddha can one be free from defilement and great calamity."

The Taoist Ran Deng was stunned for a moment, noticing that the statue in the temple was no longer himself, but had been replaced by a lifelike statue of the Immaculate Buddha.

Yang He no longer held back and began to utilize the small world of Lingjiu Mountain.

Subtly, nearly 700 zhang of Lingjiu Mountain has come under the control of Wugou Buddha. However, to completely seize control, unless Daoist Ran Deng dies, the situation will remain in a stalemate.

"Two hundred and twelve remain."

Yang He scanned the panel and confirmed that the Spirit Vision Time was surging.

This shows that Master Zhunti has been paying attention to him all along.

"Hey hey hey."

Yang He grew bolder and bolder, deciding to put on a good show for Zhunti Daoist, refusing to believe that this Buddhist saint would suddenly turn against him.

"You old cunning bastard, I'm giving you a chance, so you'd better seize it!"

As the novice monks sang praises of the Immaculate Buddha, they successively snapped their necks.

Blood was etched into Lingjiu Mountain.

The Taoist Ran Deng's face was contorted as he stared intently at Yang He, who was causing trouble on Mount Lingjiu. He noticed that the Sanskrit inscription on the novice monk looked strangely familiar.

"Anuruddha's Great Transmission Mudra? It is indeed Anuruddha's Great Transmission Mudra!!"

How could he not recognize the Anuruddha's Transcendental Seal? He could even tell at a glance that the Sanskrit was the Nirvana Seal, used in Buddhist reincarnation and body-snatching.

After all, this method was taught by himself.

Yang He made almost no attempt to conceal his actions, brazenly setting up the Nirvana Seal on Mount Lingjiu.

With a thought, the Taoist Ran Deng unleashed a raging karmic fire upon Mount Lingjiu.

He was about to crush Yang He to death with one palm when he noticed a chilling discovery.

"How could Sanskrit be based on my own understanding? Could Yang He have made a mistake? That bastard is incredibly meticulous in every step; there's no way he could have made a mistake!"

The Taoist Ran Deng covered his head, his skin turning a scorched brown from the intense heat.

Once the Nirvana Seal is activated, one party will become the furnace of the other, and may even have their consciousness erased, which is a kind of alternative possession.

After Yang He finishes inscribing the Sanskrit, the Taoist Ran Deng will be able to retrieve everything that has been lost.

To completely replace it.

"But...why?!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng's head was burning, his skin and flesh sizzling. The intense pain could not alleviate the damage to his Taoist heart. His thoughts became like those of a novice Taoist who had not been cultivating for long, and he was full of concerns when facing Yang He.

He carefully recalled his experiences with Yang He and felt that the latter's actions were unpredictable.

However, they have a strong sense of purpose.

Could it be that Yang He is deliberately trying to lure me into a trap?

"die!!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng raised his right palm, and the karmic fire had already reached above the temple, but it was unable to go any further, and the sense of hope in his heart intensified.

The conflicting thoughts continued to fester, leading to an increasingly severe case of demonic possession.

puff.

The Taoist priest, Burning Lamp, coughed up blood, and the karmic fire, like a living thing, forced open his upper and lower jaws, as if the ghost inside him was about to abandon his physical body and escape into the outside world.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"die!"

With a single palm strike, the temple was reduced to ruins.

The Nirvana seal also ended thereafter.

The Taoist Ran Deng's eyes glazed over. Seeing the opportunity within reach vanish in an instant, he couldn't help but feel anxious and uncertain. His thousands of years of experience had repeatedly broken his guard when facing Yang He.

"Could it be a deliberate attempt to provoke my Dao heart? Is the arrangement of the Nirvana Seal real?"

"Could it be that he wants to abandon the incarnation of the Immaculate Buddha? After all, Yang He is clearly more inclined towards the Three Pure Ones, and the Three Pure Ones are even his masters."

"Will..."

Daoist Ran Deng felt completely led by the nose by Yang He. Anyone in his position would be driven crazy, and this was probably the very thing that was going to drive him crazy.

"One grain, one Buddha; one Buddha, one calamity."

"Only when ten thousand grains of sand are piled up to form a Buddha can one be free from defilement and great calamity."

The novice monk reappeared, this time in another temple, the familiar Nirvana seal once again inscribed, the Sanskrit characters shimmering with a faint Buddhist light.

Yang He sat cross-legged on the altar, raising his eyes to gaze at the Taoist Ran Deng.

One hundred and twenty-seven.

“A quarter of Vulture Peak, which was occupied by the Immaculate Buddha, has been lost.”

"But it doesn't matter."

Yang He narrowed his eyes. The seven-hundred-foot-tall Lingjiu Mountain was not enough. He wanted the entire Daoist temple. He had to be greedy to have enough to eat.

boom.

Karmic fire engulfed Vulture Peak.

The Daoist Ran Deng was even more hesitant. If he could calm his mind for a few days, he might be able to perceive Yang He's plan. However, when the time came, his Daoist heart was unstable and his rationality was on the verge of collapse.

"He must think I wouldn't dare, he must think this humble Taoist wouldn't dare!!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng's eyes were bloodshot as he wiped away the Sanskrit characters of the Nirvana Seal.

Ultimately, reason prevailed, and the mark of Nirvana was self-inscribed.

Yang He almost laughed; the big fish had finally taken the bait.

(End of this chapter)