Mythology

Chapter 412 The Death of the Taoist Ran Deng
The Nirvana Seal inscribed by the Taoist Ran Deng was gradually coming to an end.

"Nirvana is the complete cessation of greed, hatred, ignorance, and all afflictions; this is called Nirvana..."

The Buddha's light at Lingjiu Mountain has greatly increased.

Unlike the Rebirth Seal, the Nirvana Seal is more inclined towards possession, and it does not require the harsh conditions of the Rebirth Seal. Once the seal is formed, it will be too late for Yang He to regret it.

Rumble.

Mount Lingjiu trembled slightly, and the Buddha's light sealed Yang He.

You can see that the Immaculate Ghost Buddha did not resist at all throughout the process, and soon turned into a lotus seed, hanging in mid-air and shimmering with an alluring aura.

"The Twenty-Four Devas".

"The attainment of Buddhahood."

The Taoist Ran Deng was breathing rapidly because the Buddha's fruition had not been fully refined. He could grasp the fruition as long as he devoured the Nirvana Seal.

Needless to say, with Yang Heyi dead, the Celestial Court was naturally ownerless.

Daoist Ran Deng couldn't help but mutter to himself. His divine sense swept across Lingjiu Mountain, and he sensed with apprehension that there was something amiss in the seven hundred-zhang-long Daoist temple.

The 700-zhang Daochang (Taoist temple) ostensibly belongs to Lingjiu Mountain, but in reality, it has become Yang He's Buddhist land.

Now that Yang He is under the control of the Nirvana Seal, the 700-zhang dojo is gradually returning to his control, and the novice monks hidden among the temples are exploding one after another.

"But……"

"Why doesn't he use the 700-foot-long training ground to counter me?"

"Why?! Why?!"

The Taoist Ran Deng felt a chill run down his spine. Yang He's plan was almost flawless, with each step aimed at a fatal weakness.

Back when they were in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, Yang He had already severely injured Daoist Ran Deng by using the Twenty-Four Heavens in conjunction with Laozi. Previously, it seemed that Yang He was only slightly inferior.

But now, upon closer examination, it's terrifying.

The 700-zhang training ground cannot be occupied in just a few days. If Yang He were to play this trump card at the last moment when I am severely injured...

Even Daoist Ran Deng felt that he was probably doomed to die.

As a result, Yang He not only dragged things out until the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, but even chose to give up, which seemed like he was actively doing the work for someone else. No, could it be that Yang He had a bigger scheme?
The Taoist priest Ran Deng could not believe that Yang He had suddenly grasped the principles of Buddhism.

Learn from Buddha Shakyamuni cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle?

Damn it!!
Why not just offer up your own opportunity instead of sacrificing your own flesh to feed the eagle? Why go through all that trouble and create this Nirvana seal to tempt yourself?

The Taoist Ran Deng frantically tried to recall his memories, but couldn't find a single clue.

It's like an elaborately woven nightmare. You're right in the middle of it, but you can't find where it started. The more you think about it, the more terrified you become.

The Taoist Ran Deng's thousands of years of experience were of no use, and he found himself sweating profusely.

As a Great Luo Golden Immortal, even in the Lingjiu Mountain Daoist Temple shrouded in divine sense, he couldn't figure out how Yang He occupied seven hundred feet.

"Just how many contingency plans did he have planted at Lingjiu Mountain?"

The Taoist Ran Deng gazed at the Nirvana Seal from afar, his fear evident in his eyes.

Bathed in the Buddha's light, the lotus seed grew into a flower stamen, containing all the accumulated wisdom of the Immaculate Buddha. It was clearly within reach, yet one was caught in a dilemma.

Yang He did not resist at all from beginning to end, and even actively cooperated with the Nirvana Seal.

For once, Daoist Ran Deng felt a sense of retreat. Before understanding Yang He's purpose, rashly refining the Nirvana Seal would only lead to endless troubles.

"Yang He had the opportunity to kill me but chose to endure it, unless..."

"He doesn't want me on the list."

As the Taoist Ran Deng thought about this, he became increasingly uneasy. The Investiture of the Gods was related to a great calamity, and it was not something that ordinary immortals could control.

Even sages could not interrupt the already begun Investiture of the Gods.

On what basis does Yang He believe he can erase the Great Luo Golden Immortal?
Why?
The fingertips of the Taoist Ran Deng trembled slightly as he couldn't help but think of the Ten Heavenly Kings, who were destined to be on the list, but were replaced by the evil spirits refined by Yang He.

Could it be that Yang He is planning this again?

The Taoist Ran Deng was afraid. Even without any evidence, a mere guess, whether true or false, was enough.

"Let's wait a bit longer. We'll refine the Myriad Immortals Formation when we have the chance later."

He picked up the Nirvana Seal and was about to leave Vulture Peak.

Click.

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out.

The Taoist Ran Deng suddenly looked down and saw that he had crushed a seashell under his feet. Blood flowed from the broken seashell, and in a short while, it had soaked the area within a hundred meters.

"The Sage Zhunti?"

Snapped.

A withered, emaciated arm emerged from the blood.

"Light the lamp, eat him."

A hoarse, low murmur echoed, and the next moment, Daoist Zhunti had already descended upon Mount Lingjiu, his limbs twisted and deformed, as if his entire body had been forcibly squeezed out of a narrow space.

The pupils of the Taoist Ran Deng suddenly contracted, and he stared intently at the Taoist Zhun Ti.

"I have met you, senior. I have not long since regained the Buddha's position and plan to rest and recuperate before refining myself. I will definitely pay you a visit when I have achieved perfection."

His attitude was extremely respectful, to the point that he almost wanted to bang his head on the ground.

Zhunti Daoist tilted his head, his mouth stretched to his ears, and kept repeating the same sentence, only his words became increasingly chilling.

"Randeng, eat him!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng hesitated for a few moments, wanting to explain a few more words.

"Randeng, if you don't eat him, I'll eat you!!!"

Zhunti Daoist revealed his sharp teeth, and saliva dripped down his chin.

The Adam's apple bobbed as the pressure from the Daoist Zhunti felt like thorns in his back; even facing the Primordial Heavenly Venerable directly wouldn't have caused such a sensation.

After all, Yuanshi Tianzun was detached from worldly affairs, unlike Zhunti Daoren who was capricious and unpredictable.

"Sage, may you protect your disciple?" Daoist Zhunti did not answer, but his gaze caused Daoist Randeng to take several steps back.

Fine Sanskrit patterns appeared on the surface of the Taoist Ran Deng's skin. His bones were dissolving, and his body tissues would turn into a lump of rotten flesh.

He knew this was Zhunti Daoist's final ultimatum.

He then grabbed the Nirvana Seal, closed his eyes, and swallowed it.

The Nirvana Seal penetrated Vulture Peak, and the boundless Buddha light it emitted gradually merged into the sacred site, and the Buddha's fruition was gradually peeled away and formed.

With a thought, the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings spontaneously surrounded him.

Everything went incredibly smoothly.

"Thank you, Sage Zhunti. Thank you, Sage Zhunti."

"Hahaha!!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng assumed it was the work of the Taoist Zhun Ti and couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter. Yang He, despite his cunning and scheming, ended up becoming his own scapegoat when the time came.

Laughter startled a flock of birds into flight at Lingjiu Mountain.

His Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and a dazzling Buddhist light appeared behind his head.

The attainment of Buddhahood is extremely compatible. With a little refinement, it is already as easy to use as an extension of one's own body. One can feel the transformation of one's body and soul, and hear thousands of chants in one's ears.

The Taoist Ran Deng experienced a rollercoaster of emotions and couldn't help but lose his composure.

Master Zhunti watched quietly, a strange, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

"Light the lamp."

"Your Majesty, your disciple has no way to repay you!"

The Taoist Master Zhunti said calmly, "I have never helped you, nor have I ever hindered you. It is all a matter of cause and effect."

The Taoist Ran Deng's expression was stiff as he repeatedly scanned his body and soul with his divine sense.

Do you know what "Lighting a Lamp" means?

The Daoist Zhunti said with great interest, "Yang He's last trace of consciousness inside the Nirvana Seal was extinguished only after you refined it."

The Taoist Ran Deng's pupils suddenly contracted; Yang He hoped that he could refine the Nirvana Seal.

How can it be? ! !

"The most interesting thing is that even I can't see through Yang He."

Zhunti Daoist clasped his hands together and closed his eyes as if waiting for Yang He to return.

The Taoist Ran Deng opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, only to find himself uncontrollably taking steps forward.

One step, two steps, three steps.

His posture was stiff, as if an extra consciousness had taken over his body.

"This disciple has devoted himself wholeheartedly to Buddhism..."

Halfway through his sentence, Daoist Ran Deng suddenly clutched his throat. The voice! This was definitely not his voice! It was clearly… Yang He!!!
"He's possessing me!!!"

He lowered his head in terror, his whole body undergoing a transformation.

The skin gradually develops a stone-like luster, the knuckles become slender, the internal organs grow facial features, and even the palm lines are rearranged.

"Saint Zhunti, save me, save your disciple."

"Yang He is a disciple of the Three Pure Ones and a follower of Nuwa. He cannot be trusted. Sooner or later, after joining Buddhism, he will betray us!"

The Taoist Ran Deng spoke with difficulty, his facial features moving slowly.

Zhunti Daoist remained with his eyes closed and palms together, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Randeng, as I said, I have never helped you, nor have I ever hindered you."

The Taoist Ran Deng collapsed to the ground in despair, already bearing a striking resemblance to Yang He.

At this moment, it seems he can only accept a complete defeat, which may even directly sever the possibility of bestowing titles upon the gods and immortals of the Heavenly Court.

Yang He was even more ruthless than himself, leaving no way out for him.

"Yang He, I...I just want to know...how did you possess me!"

The words of the Taoist Ran Deng were already incoherent. Before he died, he tried to understand the truth, but his consciousness was extinguished in a short moment.

"Senior, I have already devoured Daoist Ran Deng."

Yang He's smile remained unchanged. The moment he regained consciousness, Lingjiu Mountain was at his fingertips, and he could still see the accumulation of thousands of years of the Burning Lamp Daoist lineage.

Unfortunately, a lot of resources were wasted in the process of refining the Twenty-Four Heavens.

Otherwise, Yang He wouldn't need resources to cultivate to the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

“Lingjiu Mountain is 6,500 feet long and contains 36 types of immortal courts, but in terms of quality, it is far inferior to the Ten Absolute Cities.”

Yang Heneng has a limited number of Celestial Courts that he can refine, and plans to select some before exchanging them for Spirit Vision.

As for Lingjiu Mountain, it is naturally used as nourishment for the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field. Having two Dao Fields would do more harm than good. Moreover, the Buddhist flavor of the Burning Lamp Daoist is too strong and would easily pollute the Heavenly Dao Tree.

Only then did Master Zhunti open his eyes, his gaze filled with appreciation.

"Yang He, your innate supernatural abilities are unique in my life."

Yang He smiled but didn't say anything. Daoist Ran Deng died a really tragic death. That old schemer had a million possibilities to live, but he chose the only ending: death.

The Daoist Zhunti raised his eyes and continued, "It just so happens that your incarnation has been destroyed, so from now on you should focus on cultivating the lineage of Buddhism."

Yang He frowned slightly as he scanned the information of the resident characters while moving back and forth through the world of historical fiction.

They still couldn't play the role, but the messages all included the phrase "external evil entering the body."

I wonder which darling is after me.

Yang He felt a sense of suspicion. Could it be that the two Western Saints were behind this? Their incarnations had unclear stances and might indeed be switching back and forth between Taoism and Buddhism.

Daoist Zhunti saw through Yang He's thoughts and shook his head.

"I have never helped you, nor have I ever stopped you."

(End of this chapter)