Mythology

Chapter 44 Wherever you hide, there is Nezha

Yang He groaned, and his skin bag actually began to steal the Yin energy from the pupil ghost.

However, the two ghosts were unable to suppress the skin-transforming ghost.

The three Yang Fires decreased sharply.

His breathing became weak. If he didn't take any countermeasures, the temple keeper's disguise would probably die in the light of day.

Yang He tried the inner alchemy several times but failed. For some unknown reason, he activated the Three Heart Blood Refining Method and refined the skin as if it were a penis.

"Huh? There's a play?!"

The Three Hearts Blood Refining Method is a crude weapon refining method, but it is extremely effective for the skin.

The transformation of the skin bag into a ghost was interrupted, and it began to transform into an evil genitalia, but the blood was lost at a rate visible to the naked eye, causing the heart to beat like a drum.

Yang He also took this opportunity to find out the information about the Skin Ghost.

【Painted Skin Ghost】

[Ghosts born from the torture of being skinned while alive, with resentment attached to their skin, will constantly look for living people to skin off.]

"Cough cough cough."

Yang He couldn't help coughing repeatedly, and his mouth was dry due to excessive blood loss.

Unlike the Taoist boy who had transformed his corpse into an immortal body, the temple keeper was, after all, just an ordinary mortal and could not withstand the three ghosts in his body.

Miaoyin didn't feel strange when she saw Yang He escape from the burning, but she felt a little regretful.

"Yang He, what a pity."

"I don't know whether your luck is good or bad. You survived the burning, but you failed to become a living immortal. From now on, you should serve the living immortal like me."

Yang He asked hoarsely, "What is a living immortal?"

"Yang He, you don't understand since you just entered the temple. Immortality is the living immortal. It is the immortal object that our Wuguang Temple has worshipped for generations. Many outsiders covet it, but none of them have touched it."

Miaoyin gave Yang He a pill, and the medicinal power suppressed his injuries.

"Each temple priest has only one chance to be burned at the stake, alas."

He no longer paid attention to Yang He and turned his attention to the other temple priests. After all, there were still seven or eight people struggling.

Yang He glanced at Xuan Zhao outside the door and tentatively drew the external Yin energy into his body.

Since Xuan Zhao had no reaction, Yang He no longer hesitated. Not long after, the pupil ghost used the remnants of the burning torture to derive the first Yin Meridian.

The leather sac and genitals were refined successfully.

【Leather vestments】

[This low-grade Yin device refined by Yang He was originally a painted-skin ghost that was about to be born, so the resentment has not yet dissipated. After wearing it, it can cover up the Yin energy, but it also needs to withstand the erosion of resentment at all times. ]

Yang He noticed that the leather vestment was only a thin layer on the surface of the body. Even if it was removed, he would not become a skinned man with flesh and blood exposed. However, the skin would inevitably be dark and covered with scars.

He was half-sitting with his back against the wall. With the pupil ghost there, the disadvantages of the leather robe were not obvious. There was only a faint chill wandering among his organs.

Yang He remained calm and watched as the temple keeper was turned into a charred corpse one after another and burned to death alive.

Miaoyin looked solemn as she had not seen the birth of the living immortal for a long time.

"That's impossible. There should be at least one or two living immortals. If there are no living immortals to suppress the East Palace, something bad will happen sooner or later."

"I'm afraid that before the stone lady can deliver it, the Five Lights Temple will suffer a disaster."

Yang He had spiritual vision and sharp five senses. He could hear Miaoyin's mumblings and immediately felt that Wuguang Temple was in a complete mess.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Day is about to break out in the sky.

Suddenly something strange happened in the hall. Miaoyin's chest rose and fell violently. Two charred corpses were seen sitting cross-legged and motionless.

There was a flicker of fire between the charred corpse's eyebrows, which was a sign of good fortune from heaven in the eyes of bystanders.

Yang He, however, found it strange and inexplicable.

There was a ghost face sealed in each of the two charred corpses. It was far less terrifying than the one inside Elder Xuanzhao's body, but the beginning signs of a living immortal were already visible.

Yang He suspected that Wuguang Temple was a ghost breeding place of a certain Jiejiao immortal. In his impression, Jiejiao believed in teaching everyone without distinction, and its disciples had done many immoral things, so the death of dozens of people was indeed a mercy.

"Yang He, give me a hand and wipe the filth off the surface of the living immortal."

"it is good."

Yang He's injuries no longer affected his movements. He used his robe to wipe off the dirt bit by bit, and the skin that was exposed was a bronze texture.

He looked stunned that a living person could be transformed into a statue of god overnight.

"Yang He, this is what a living immortal is like. They only come back to life at midnight. Look, Elder Xuanzhao has also turned into a statue of a god and is fasting."

The dark light outside the door stood still facing the morning sun, also appearing bronze in texture.

Xuanzhao had a solemn appearance, and his every move carried an undisguised gloom. At this moment, the rising sun made the living immortal look like the reincarnation of Buddha.

Yang He's clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

How terrifying will the statue of Nuwa be after it is consecrated?
Yang He's scalp tingled, facing the horror of the stone ghost firsthand. What kind of festival is this to pray for the people? I'm afraid it will be a scene of demons dancing wildly!
He secretly regretted that he should have asked more questions from Li Feng.

Maybe we can figure out the plot of this weird version of Investiture of the Gods.

"Somebody come!"

Miaoyin called over a dozen temple priests and asked them to carry the living immortal to various temples, repeatedly reminding them to keep the living immortal clean from being contaminated by filth.

Yang He discovered that most temple priests had never experienced the baptism of burning at the stake.

After seeing his appearance, the ordinary temple priests all behaved respectfully, and they obeyed Miaoyin's orders even more, as if the latter represented a living immortal.

"Yang He, come with me. From now on, you will live in the wing room of the East Palace."

Miaoyin explained: "Ordinary temple priests will die if they come into contact with living immortals. Only servants like you and me can communicate with them."

"But you must remember not to go out at night unless it is absolutely necessary."

Yang He swallowed his saliva, "Will a living immortal hurt people?"

"It's more than just hurting people."

Miaoyin said no more and continued, "There are seven servants in Wuguang Temple. It doesn't matter if you don't leave the temple. Yang He, you can ask the temple keeper to bring you food at any time."

As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the palace on the east side.

The doors and windows of the palace were closed.

Yang He saw through the pupil ghost that there were two or three hundred living immortals with hideous faces in the hall.

The living immortals were sitting cross-legged on the lotus pedestal, and more than a dozen of them were covered with rivets, as if they were forcibly fixed to the lotus pedestal with chisels.

"Normally, nothing will happen. The living immortal Su Xing is just practicing in the temple."

Miaoyin stopped in front of a separate house and said, "You can live here until the stone statue of Nuwa is delivered."

Yang He nodded, naturally happy to see it.

The pupil ghost is only three Yin meridians away from becoming a perfect weak ghost. With the rich Yin energy in the world of allusions, it shouldn't take long to reach that level.

Yang He pushed open the door of the wing room and saw some ordinary furnishings inside.

"correct."

Miaoyin added: "Mrs. Yin from Chentangguan will be resting at Wuguang Temple for a few days recently. I heard that a Taoist from Qianyuan Mountain will be traveling with her."

"Yang He, you better be careful and don't annoy the disciples of the immortal family."

After saying this, he left in a hurry.

Yang He's expression was uncertain. It turned out that nothing could happen in the world of allusions forever, and Nezha could not stay in the stomach peacefully.

He could already foresee how much trouble was coming.

"Practice."

"Anyway, I've made enough money from this performance."

(End of this chapter)