Mythology

Chapter 438 Golden Horn and Silver Horn
Master Qingfeng couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. Before leaving the Imperial Stables, he subconsciously looked towards the southeast corner, trying to find any clues.

He clearly remembered that he had set up an altar in the open space where he disposed of the stillborn fetus.

The main purpose was to eliminate resentment, but the altar disappeared without a trace. To be precise, it seems that the memories of dealing with the stillborn child in her mind were all false.

So……

Did the stillborn fetus grow legs and run away on its own?

"Something's not right. Shen Shi (3-5 PM)... I think I was at the Imperial Horse Stables during Shen Shi?"

Master Qingfeng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly urged the young disciple to carry the black coffin away. Since Yang He was so nervous, there must be something extraordinary behind it.

Just as he stepped out of the immortal island's boundaries, the magic seal at his waist suddenly trembled.

Master Qingfeng initially thought it was a message from General Sun Tian.

In Heaven, he was a Taoist priest who did funeral work. If the Peach Garden got out of control again, he would inevitably have to make another trip with a coffin.

"Immortal Qingfeng, you...you've come to the Imperial Stables?"

The voice that was transmitted was that of Pan Ping, the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses.

Master Qingfeng ignored him and continued on his way in a panic. Pan Ping seemed to be watching him from behind the clouds, and the telepathic communication became more and more frequent, with his voice gradually becoming hysterical.

"Immortal Qingfeng, have you come to the Imperial Stables?!"

"Thirty-six babies were born last night around 3 PM, and the situation is getting worse..."

Pan Ping suddenly stopped, and Daoist Qingfeng used his magic seal to try to hear what happened next.

The next moment, Pan Ping's murmur exploded in my ears, so sharp it almost pierced my eardrums, like the scream of a monkey that sent chills down my spine.

"Immortal Qingfeng! Last time there were thirty-two pregnancies, this time sixty-four, and next time it will be one hundred and twenty-eight! More and more!!"

"They...want to eat me, they've got their eyes on me!!!"

Pan Ping was gritting his teeth by the end, and Master Qingfeng could even feel his breath coming out of his mouth near his ear.

"Junior brother."

"Junior brother!!"

"Junior Brother Qingfeng!!!"

Master Qingfeng snapped out of his daze at Yang He's call, his robes soaked with cold sweat, looking completely absent-minded.

Meanwhile, the group finally returned to the vicinity of the Heavenly Ladder.

"Phew, it's all an illusion. I haven't been involved in any trouble for hundreds of years. It's impossible that I would cause trouble as soon as my senior brother wakes up."

Master Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed that the lid of the black coffin was slightly ajar.

Yang He's reddened eyes stared straight at him through the gap, and he put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

No, my senior brother seems to be staring at my shoulder.

Master Qingfeng froze, his head slowly turning. He didn't know when, but half of his shoulder was covered with bloody paw prints from monkeys.

In a daze, two skinned apes were crawling on my shoulders.

Rotten claws were already on Qingfeng Daoist's neck. The ape had no eyelids, its blood-red eyeballs bulging out, and its mouth was torn to the roots of its ears, revealing a ferocious smile to him.

"Senior Brother... Senior Brother." Master Qingfeng's voice trembled so much that it was barely audible.

Inside the black coffin, Yang He's arm slowly emerged, the corpse energy coiling around him like a venomous snake.

"do not move."

His response was icy and chilling. The six Taoist boys carrying the coffin were still completely bewildered. However, the philosophy that Master Qingfeng had instilled in them over the years kept them from panicking even though they knew they were in a strange situation.

"This thing is coming for you."

"I……"

Yang He asked softly, "Does Suyao Xuanxu Mansion raise livestock?"

"The main thing is the oxen that have become spirits, which can help the Taoist boys cultivate the fields."

"Becoming a spirit" refers to an animal that can survive by inhaling and exhaling yin energy. Its cultivation level is not high, but it can barely be compared to the "sitting in the elixir" realm. Its main characteristics are hard work and endurance.

Yang He continued, "Have there been any cattle recently carrying stillborn fetuses?"

Master Qingfeng was taken aback. He tried hard to recall, but had no memory of it. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could it be that the livestock in the manor were also affected? Impossible. The four heavens of the Formless Realm are heavily guarded. There would never be any evil spirits appearing out of thin air..."

Just then, the boy carrying the coffin overheard Master Qingfeng muttering to himself.

The young Taoist near the end looked up and answered blankly, "Master, six days ago, a cow gave birth to a stillborn baby."

"There were two three days ago."

"How come I didn't know?" Qingfeng Daoist felt a chill run down his spine. He could feel the skinned ape breathing close to him, its claws scraping against his skin.

“I have informed you, Master, but you ignored me.”

Upon hearing this, Yang He's pupils suddenly contracted. If it weren't for his spiritual vision, he wouldn't have been able to detect the existence of the skinned ape. At the same time, the affected Daoist Qingfeng would have subconsciously forgotten about it.

"Disciple, what about those stillborn babies?"

The young Taoist priest looked puzzled. "According to the rules, it was buried in the back mountain."

Master Qingfeng's face turned deathly pale. "The back mountain? When did I allow you to..."

He suddenly stopped, as fragments of memories flashed by like a revolving lantern, as if he had indeed given this order a few days ago.

"Disciple, take me to the back mountain immediately, quick!"

"and many more."

Yang He stopped the headless Taoist Qingfeng, but he did think highly of the foolish Taoist boy he had recruited. His low intelligence had its advantages and disadvantages, but in the Heavenly Court, the advantages definitely outweighed the disadvantages.

“Qingfeng, the number of monkeys that are bothering you will double every three days. Since Pan Ping only has seventy-two monkeys and there is a possibility of a backlash, you still have at least half a month to deal with it.”

“Yes, what Senior Brother said makes sense. I will report to the Eight Departments later.” Master Qingfeng calmed down and realized that there were probably more than one or two immortals in the Heavenly Court with similar situations. Each of the Thirty Heavens was vast, and many immortals had the habit of raising horses.

In the span of half a month, at least a thousand people entered and left the Imperial Horse Stables.

Yang He felt that reporting to the Eight Departments was of little significance. Since the havoc in the Heavenly Palace had already begun, the trouble would only escalate.

Those skinned apes only involved low-level immortals, and the casualties weren't serious, so they certainly wouldn't put too much effort into dealing with them.

Yang He reminded him, "After you send me into the Taiqing Realm, I will use Ghost True Monarch to deal with the Skin-Peeling Apes. Don't worry, the Skin-Peeling Apes won't pose a threat to your life until they grow to a large number."

The Corpse Celestial Venerable constantly attracts the attention of the Eight Righteous Gods, making it inconvenient for him to take action.

Ghost Lord is slightly better.

Yang He glanced at the skinned ape and realized that their auras were connected, though both were currently only at the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

But the sixty-four skinned apes in the Imperial Horse Stable are already comparable to the Xuanxian realm. Damn it, they'll reach the Jinxian realm soon.

Furthermore, the terrifying aspect of skinned apes is that they spread like a virus, and unless they discover it themselves, it is difficult for outsiders to notice anything unusual.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Master Qingfeng supported the black coffin, unsure of what to say for a moment.

The skinned ape stared at Yang He with venomous eyes.

Yang He ignored them. Before long, the group had already crossed the sea of ​​clouds along the Heavenly Ladder and arrived at the Great Crimson Heaven of the Taiqing Realm, which surpassed most of the immortal islands.

The Taiqing Realm has only four immortal islands, with the Doushuai Palace in the center where Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao) refines elixirs.

The entire sky was occupied by an extremely magnificent palace complex.

The glazed golden tiles reflect the colorful glow of the sunset, and the white jade pillars are carved with intricate Taoist patterns. Tens of thousands of Taoist children walk among them, some carrying alchemical furnaces, others holding whisks, all in an orderly fashion.

The alchemical furnace in the Tushita Palace has at least seventy or eighty cauldrons, and in front of the gate sits a Bagua furnace that is a full hundred meters long, spewing out bursts of scorching heat.

Just as Daoist Qingfeng stepped into the palace gate, two beams of light descended from the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng!"

A golden-robed Taoist boy blocked his way, "Ghost True Lord can assist the Supreme Lord Laozi in refining elixirs, so why did you bring Corpse Heavenly Venerable to the Tushita Palace as well?"

Yang He swept his gaze across the Eight Trigrams Furnace, where the flames at the bottom burned by consuming Yin energy.

The Ghost Lord is immortal and indestructible, and the Yin energy he releases is controllable, which can help them save at least 30% of their resources.

"Oh shit."

Of course, the most important thing is that Ghost Lord can suppress the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Yang He's spiritual vision could not penetrate the Eight Trigrams Furnace, but he vaguely sensed that the thing burning inside was extremely dangerous and not something he could touch.

Could it be the Monkey King?

He was puzzled and perhaps the only solution was to consult Lao Tzu.

The silver-robed Taoist boy examined the black coffin. "Could it be... that Celestial Venerable has awakened?"

Upon hearing this, Golden Horned Daoist paused for a moment, while Silver Horned Daoist looked worried. Yang He observed their reactions.

Master Qingfeng quickly bowed and said, "Two immortal children, the reason I have come here is because the consciousness of the Corpse Celestial Venerable has shown signs of awakening. May I ask if the Corpse Celestial Venerable may wait for the Sage in the mansion?"

"Please come in. Fellow Daoist Qingfeng can wait in the outer guest rooms for a few days."

Before the Silver Horned Taoist could speak, the Golden Horned Taoist had already agreed.

"No need, no need, I have to go back to Suyao Xuanxu Mansion for some business."

Following Yang He's instructions, Master Qingfeng temporarily placed the black coffin in the guest room of the side hall, without worrying that the two young Taoist disciples might have any ill intentions.

On one hand, Yang He has already woken up; on the other hand, apart from Qingfeng Daoist, only the Sage and the head of the Eight Divisions can open the lid of the black coffin.

Yang He took the opportunity to observe the Tushita Palace, but his spiritual vision showed no obvious fluctuations.

With a slight thought, the Yin energy from the fire at the bottom of the Eight Trigrams Furnace entered Qingfeng Daoist's body, and the Yin energy was mixed with half a finger of Corpse Celestial Venerable.

If all else fails, they can simply shed their skin; even permanent characters can use their damaged bodies to rebuild their souls.

Yang Hecai had only been playing the role of Havoc in Heaven for a short time when he felt immense pressure, as the difficulty of the Journey to the West stories far exceeded that of ordinary people.

They can't even understand cause and effect, let alone take the initiative.

If you don't court disaster, you might end up completely bewildered even after the havoc in Heaven ends.

As Yang He watched Qingfeng Daoist leave, he also observed the skinned apes. Hundreds of people passed by along the way, but none of them were affected, and he still couldn't figure out the monkeys' patterns.

"Let's kill them first; who knows how long they'll have to stay in the Tushita Palace."

As Master Qingfeng stepped out of the gate, the yin energy silently seeped into the monkey's mouth and nose.

"Well……"

Yang He groaned, a sharp pain shooting through his Myriad Transformations Spirit Root. Amidst the surging corpse energy, a trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He endured the discomfort of his deteriorating spiritual root and manipulated the yin energy to continue its erosion.

The skinned ape sensed the danger, its eyes darting around frantically, and its claws tightened sharply, causing the veins on Qingfeng Daoist's neck to bulge.

"Senior...Senior Brother?!" Master Qingfeng had difficulty breathing, but dared not move rashly.

suddenly.

The yin energy was like a festering sore; the skinned ape's body suddenly stiffened, its skin cracking inch by inch, revealing the writhing flesh beneath.

Sharp, mournful cries emanated from their throats.

squeak! ! !
Amidst its mournful howls, the ape's body rapidly withered and decayed, eventually turning into a handful of foul-smelling black ash that drifted away in the wind.

Master Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and kowtowed several times while panting heavily.

(End of this chapter)