Mythology

Chapter 442 I am the Grand Master of Xuandu

Yang He silently picked up the magic seal that Laozi had thrown in the corner. He could see marks on the surface from the whisk, but they were slowly healing.

"I didn't expect that Laozi has regained his intelligence. But isn't he a little too...human?"

Yang He didn't know how to become a saint, but the saints he had always come into contact with were all supremely detached from emotions. Compared to immortals and Buddhas, they were more like the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao.

How could Lao Tzu, after transcending the mortal realm, still possess such humanity?
"It may be related to the temples they abandoned, but we don't know the specifics."

Yang He didn't think it was good news that the Three Pure Ones were like humans. Who knew what price they had paid? And what kind of indescribable things would happen if the Three Pure Ones fell into the Void Realm?

His scalp tingled. Once the Yin-Yang separation in the main world disappeared, all sorts of demons and monsters would descend, and he didn't have much time left.

"The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple must be preserved; it is indeed necessary to rebuild the temple."

The story of Yang He causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace is confined to the Thirtieth Heaven, so he cannot rashly descend to the mortal realm. Fortunately, the Crescent Moon and Three Stars Cave is about to be completed.

boom.

Yang He's gaze fell on the Bagua furnace in front of the Tushita Palace.

As Laozi departed, the Six Ding Divine Fire reignited, and countless white bones crackled and hissed, as if countless souls were wailing in agony.

Yang He's Guantian Pavilion offered a commanding view, allowing him to scan the passing Daoist boys with his spiritual vision.

After the Golden Horned Taoist boy committed suicide by throwing himself into the fire, the evil spirit, suspected to be the Red-Bottomed Macaque, disappeared without a trace, but one thing is certain: it is still in the Tushita Palace.

Yang He could not see into the Eight Trigrams Furnace, but he vaguely sensed that something was sealed inside.

"If what Jinjiao said is true, the Eight Trigrams Furnace has never been opened for more than 700 years, and the things inside the furnace appeared out of thin air because of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace."

"The most urgent task is to develop some of the 'eagle eyes' skill, which might allow us to discern the truth from the falsehood."

"The Fiery Eyes need the assistance of the Six Ding Divine Fire, so it's good that I stay in the Tushita Palace for seclusion, so that my old enemies won't come looking for me one by one."

After the Tushita Palace returned to peace, the immortals and gods dared not openly covet Yang He.

However, as the alchemy ground of the thirtieth heaven, the number of immortals coming and going was still quite large, including many spies watching Yang He's movements.

After careful consideration, Yang He realized that the only ones who could be considered sworn enemies were the Yin brothers.

Yin Jiao is the head of the Tai Sui Department. Yin Hong has not yet been seen. It is estimated that he is at most a member of the Eighth Department of Gods. The other party has not yet broken off relations.

"Wait, Kong Xuan should also be in the Heavenly Court, right? Bi Xiao has already taken the position of Buddha Mother Great Bright King, so Kong Xuan's soul must have a celestial position since he's on the list."

"Kong Xuan probably won't cause me any trouble. It was Yunxiao who did it from beginning to end."

Yang He chuckled. As the leader of the Dou Department, Yunxiao could command many Star Lords. In terms of strength, the other eight departments could not compare.

A large part of the problems left over from history are solved by relying on the power of others.

Yang He entered the Guantian Pavilion.

The interior of the pavilion was extremely simple, with incense burners and futons being ordinary items. The only thing hanging on the wall directly opposite the door was a portrait of Laozi.

His gaze sharpened, his brows furrowed slightly; the Laozi in the painting seemed unusual.

The figure is surrounded by purple aura, making it difficult to notice without careful observation. Laozi's limbs appear slightly withered and shriveled, his head is turned slightly to the side, and his left eye seems somewhat cloudy.

"As expected, Laozi did not escape unscathed."

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine. Laozi, the Supreme Lord, represents 'Heaven' among the Three Pure Ones. Logically speaking, transcending the Seven Elders should be easier for him than for the two Sages.

If even Laozi was fundamentally damaged, then Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu would be no exception.

"It has nothing to do with me. In the original work, the Three Pure Ones didn't clean up the mess when the havoc in the Heavenly Palace happened. Haha, the Taoist Heavenly Court actually asked Buddha for help."

Yang He sat cross-legged on a futon, and from the window of the Guantian Pavilion, he could see directly into the Bagua Furnace.

It will be much easier to draw in fire energy when practicing the Six Ding Divine Fire Mysterious Chapter.

He repeatedly perused the divine and magical traditions, but before he could even begin to grasp the basics, the Dharma Seal transmitted a message from Daoist Qingfeng regarding the situation at the Peach Garden.

The Thunder Department has dispatched a righteous god to the Peach Garden, and the fairy in white has been suppressed.

Unable to find the fairy in red in the front area, the Thunder God prepares to explore the central area.

"The body of the fairy in white is missing... a pair of kidneys."

"It's probably the fermentation of the 'Havoc in Heaven' incident."

Yang He glanced at the two skinned apes following him out of the corner of his eye. They were already eager to be reincarnated, their mouths stretched to their ears.

According to Master Qingfeng, the corpse's abdomen was completely ripped open.

After forcibly removing the kidney, they didn't reveal any flaws. The Thunder God didn't care, but Master Qingfeng kept inquiring about it.

Master Qingfeng was of low status and his voice carried little weight; the trouble reported to the Imperial Horse Administration went unnoticed.

Yang He already knew the deterrent power of the Corpse Celestial Venerable's immortal position and should be qualified to mobilize some of the Eight Departments. The problem was that his cultivation level was too low, and he estimated that he was not much stronger than Daoist Qingfeng.

Moreover, is this approach truly conducive to completing the historical allusion?
Not necessarily.

Yang He didn't think that Laozi couldn't even see the trouble at his own doorstep. Could it be that the immortals and Buddhas were instigating the great calamity of the Journey to the West?
At this moment, the door of Guantian Pavilion was suddenly knocked softly.

dong dong dong.

"Come in."

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, the Silver Horned Taoist carefully pushed open the door and entered the Guantian Pavilion, then knelt down on the ground with his forehead pressed against the ground.

"Silver Horn pays respects to Grand Master Xuandu!"

Yang He was taken aback: "Grand Master Xuandu? Why do you address me that?"

The young Taoist priest, Silver Horn, dared not raise his head and respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Grand Master, 'Xuandu' is the title of a disciple personally taught by the Tushita Palace."

"Just now, before Laozi departed, he appeared in his divine form and personally told his disciple that you have inherited this position." The silver-horned Daoist boy glanced at Yang He's reaction, fearing that his previous scheme to obtain the spiritual root would be exposed. However, Yang He nodded expressionlessly.

Meanwhile, the corruption of the spiritual root has spread to the flesh and bones.

Yang He felt as if all his organs were about to disintegrate. If he were to reveal even a little bit of his spiritual root aura, even ordinary Golden Immortals would have to give way.

"Grand Master."

After hesitating for a moment, the Silver Horned Daoist asked, "Senior Brother Golden Horn has passed away, and we need to choose a Daoist disciple to replace him. Would you like to make the selection yourself?"

Yang He raised an eyebrow: "Aren't Golden Horn and Silver Horn your Daoist names?"

Silver Horn respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Grand Master, in accordance with Laozi's decree, the Tushita Palace has two Daoist boys in charge of internal and external affairs. In fact, the names Gold Horn and Silver Horn have been used throughout the ages."

"Since Silverhorn joined the sect, three generations have passed..."

Yang He gave the Silver Horned Taoist a deep look, "You can decide this matter yourselves."

It turns out that the so-called Golden Horn King and Silver Horn King were not fixed candidates. He did have the idea of ​​planning the eighty-one tribulations in advance, but after considering it a couple of times, he gave up.

The journey of Tang Sanzang to obtain Buddhist scriptures will take at least another five hundred years.

The time span is too long to be meaningful.

Yang He waved his hand, then changed the subject, "Did Laozi leave behind any cultivation resources?"

The Silver Horned Daoist hurriedly said, "The two sets of resources from Grand Master Xuandu and Ghost True Lord will be delivered to the Heavenly Observation Pavilion shortly. In addition, the Supreme Lord Laozi has prepared an alchemy method for you."

"can."

Upon hearing this, the Silver Horned Taoist boy bowed his head and retreated to a corner to await the resources.

Yang He continued his cultivation, attempting to draw the Six Ding Divine Fire into his body. At first, it was just a wisp, but after confirming that his body and soul could withstand it, some flames gradually drifted out from the bottom of the Bagua Furnace.

The heat gathers in the blood vessels and meridians, and the burning sensation makes the blood crackle.

Yang He discovered that the Six Ding Divine Fire had a unique characteristic: it was extremely penetrating. Even though the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was sealed off, some of the fire energy still managed to seep into it, causing a great fire in the mountains and forests.

"Penetrate? Could the fire seep into the Bagua Furnace?"

Yang He grasped the key, and the fire energy showed signs of condensing into the nascent form of a Dao seed.

During this time, a young Taoist brought twelve bottles of shimmering, precious pills. Ghost True Lord, who assisted in refining the pills, only managed three bottles containing nine pills. Yet, Ghost True Lord, with his title of Grand Master of Xuandu, directly brought twenty-seven pills.

This pill is called the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, which is indeed the pill that Sun Wukong ate in the original work.

【Nine-turn Golden Pill】

[After consumption, it increases lifespan by 500 years and aids in cultivation growth below the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. After consuming nine pills consecutively, the Nine-Turn Golden Pill will no longer increase lifespan.]

"Good stuff. Nine of them will extend the lifespan of the true body in the main world, and there's also the Immaculate Buddha. Let's use the remaining eighteen to break through to the Profound Immortal realm."

Yang He then quickly scanned the jade slip containing the alchemy method, his expression becoming quite interested.

This method is called the "Cleansing Dust and Internal Alchemy Technique".

Simply integrate a pill-refining furnace into your body to replace your lower dantian, and the furnace will naturally absorb the toxins and impurities remaining in your body and soul, producing pills of varying quality.

"Interesting. It can help suppress the corruption of spiritual roots."

"While it may not be a cure, simply using one's cultivation level shouldn't be a problem."

Through the Cleansing Dust Inner Alchemy Technique, Yang He also realized that the use of artifacts in the Journey to the West version was completely different. In the Investiture of the Gods, the key to refining artifacts was to control one's mind.

Now, however, by integrating objects into one's body and soul, they can barely function as supernatural powers.

"Yes, in this version of the supernatural power, the power of the treasure is likely to be polarized. If it is not compatible with the body and soul, it may not even be as good as the Yin treasure."

"Therefore, it is also consistent with the version that Monkey King puts the Ruyi Jingu Bang into his ear."

"Silver Horn."

Yang He opened his eyes and summoned the silver-horned Taoist boy outside the Guantian Pavilion.

"Help me find some methods for refining artifacts. The Tushita Palace should have cattle, right? Bring three cows and tie them outside the Guantian Pavilion."

Silver Horned Daoist hesitated and said, "There is indeed a cow. Silver Horned Daoist will take care of it immediately. However, the methods of cultivation practiced by Daoist disciples are generally inferior. It would be better for the Great Master to wait for Laozi to return to the Tushita Palace to seek guidance from the Sage."

"It's alright, I was just using it as a reference. Silver Horn, you don't need to stay at the Heavenly Pavilion anymore. I'll contact you directly by telepathy if anything comes up."

"Silver Horn understands."

Not long after the Silver Horned Daoist left the Heavenly Viewing Pavilion, he hurriedly returned. "Grand Master, the new Golden Horned Daoist has arrived and is waiting for you outside the hall."

Yang He nodded slightly, his gaze piercing through the window to look outside the hall.

A young Taoist boy dressed in a golden robe was walking along the stone path, his face solemn and his steps steady.

However, just as they passed the Bagua Furnace, a strange change occurred.

The golden-robed Taoist boy trembled, his neck twisted strangely, and his eyes stared intently at the blazing furnace fire before turning away.

They rushed towards the Eight Trigrams Furnace like madmen!

The silver-horned Taoist boy was filled with terror. The golden-robed Taoist boy leaped into the bottom of the furnace, and the Six Ding Divine Fire surged up, instantly engulfing him.

A piercing scream echoed throughout the Tushita Palace.

It stopped abruptly in a single breath, leaving behind a skeleton in the furnace.

Silver Horned Daoist Boy, his face ashen, collapsed to the ground: "Another...another Golden Horned Daoist is dead!!"

(End of this chapter)