Mythology

Chapter 463 Adapting to the Version? Then Cannibalism Will Do! (Two-in-One)

The frequency of sudden increases in spiritual vision is clearly something that only occurs when witnessing a saint.

"Shakyamuni is coming. That old bastard has been a bad thing since birth. He even betrays his own brothers. He's utterly inhuman."

Yang He cursed under his breath, then noticed something unusual in the peach orchard.

Click click click.

The chanting of the four Buddhas came to an abrupt halt as their heads tilted back at an impossible angle, their necks bending at a ninety-degree angle, as if they were gazing at some indescribable being.

Yang He saw that Baosheng Buddha's facial features froze, and were replaced by a bright smile.

Vipassana Buddha, Kamaluktaka Buddha, and Akshobhya Buddha followed in their footsteps, their bones creaking under the strain and gradually collapsing.

Meanwhile, roots are constantly growing three inches above the chest.

In an instant.

The entire Great Luo Heaven was shrouded in an eerie silence.

The wind stopped.

The clouds have gathered.

Yang He looked up following the gaze of the four Buddhas. At the end of the thirtieth heaven, a terrifying shadow was gathering, gradually outlining a blurry, enormous shape.

To be precise, it is the outline of a hand.

Wuzhishan Mountain!!!
The Peach Garden was shrouded in shadow, and even the immortals and gods dared not linger and left one after another.

After confirming that Yang He was unharmed, Yunxiao and the others withdrew from the Peach Garden with the remains of Corpse Celestial Venerable.

Yang He squinted, realizing who Wuzhi Mountain was there to suppress. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he was at his wit's end.

Most of his regular characters have already died, meaning that unless one can play the Immaculate Buddha, it will take at least five days for the other characters to re-enter the world of the story.

Five days.

It seems everything has already been settled. Besides, changing Sun Wukong's fate overnight is no easy task; we still need to plan carefully.

While Yang He was distracted, the four Buddhas who were suppressing Sun Wukong completely collapsed, their flesh and bones coalescing into relics that vanished into thin air.

Although the pagoda still exists, it's only a matter of time before Sun Wukong breaks it open.

"Oh my god!!!"

"Why not guide the disciples back to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva let out a series of miserable screams, looking up at the sky in despair, and spreading his arms to try to grasp the fleeting Buddha light.

It is clear that the four Buddhas were guided away by Shakyamuni.

"Buddha, I have cultivated in the hell realm for five hundred years, and my foundation is still intact. Give me another two hundred years, no, just one hundred years, and I will be able to complete my re-cultivation and suppress the underworld in the six realms of reincarnation!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva couldn't help but shout wildly.

But it didn't cause the slightest ripple.

The Five Finger Mountain slowly descended, and Shakyamuni ignored Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva from beginning to end, as if he had achieved his goal by dealing with Sun Wukong.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva kowtowed to the ground, then realized what was happening and tried to put his intestines back into his stomach.

suddenly.

He turned his head 180 degrees and saw a ray of light attached to Yang He's consciousness approaching. He roared with extreme resentment.

"It's you!!!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wished he could bite Yang He to death.

Everything we painstakingly built has vanished, all because of this madman who took us all down with him! A madman!! Absolutely a madman!!!
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could not maintain his composure and cursed like an ordinary citizen, yet he forced himself to get up and chase after the light.

Yang He maintained a safe distance, exhausting Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had already attained enlightenment at birth, and had never experienced a mortal body. He was panting heavily, his limbs supporting him on the ground, and his vision was blurred.

He knew he was going to die; the backlash from the hell realm was beginning to manifest.

Before long, perhaps another remnant soul will appear in the underworld.

Yang He has countless incarnations, and at most, he will lose one incarnation.

When the time came, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva felt nothing but resentment. He was about to possess everything, but it all vanished in an instant. If only he could do it all over again…

"Ksitigarbha, don't you understand?"

Yang He spared no effort to minimize his stay and conveyed his thoughts to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva thought Yang He had come to mock him, and his fist clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh. "It's all because of you, you evil spirit..."

Yang He laughed and said, "Ksitigarbha, you are quite shrewd. Think about it carefully. If Shakyamuni really wanted to kill me, would he have sent four Buddhas? Why didn't any of the Saha beings accompany him?!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva roared like a wild beast, "The Buddha is merciful, which is why he spared you a sliver of hope, while this humble monk could have..."

"No, you have no chance, not a single chance."

Yang He interrupted Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva again, disregarding the Five Finger Mountain right above his head, and directly stated his conjecture.

"Ksitigarbha, why don't you look at the behavior of those immortals and gods? Don't you understand?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was taken aback. The demonic face that was on the verge of collapse within him appeared on his forehead, and he then noticed a scene that was chilling to think about.

There were over a thousand immortals and gods gathered outside the Peach Garden.

This number is only what is publicly known; the actual number is at least ten times higher, and the Four Emperors and Five Elders are likely also watching them.

"Well, Ksitigarbha, you are the main course of the Peach Banquet."

"I am... the peach of immortality."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva crawled a few meters in a daze, pointed at Yang He, then lowered his arm, his brows revealing nothing but despair.

Yang He did not continue speaking, deeply feeling the terror of Shakyamuni.

There is no solution to an open conspiracy; even if you know it beforehand, you cannot change it.

The battle between Yang He and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was purely to open a new chapter for the immortals and gods, so the outcome of their battle was not important.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is like a delicious dish that is perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

The hell realm fully illustrates how to cultivate supernatural powers to achieve the highest level. After supernatural powers are integrated into the organs, they can generate endless changes within the body, and even form a nine-turn hell similar to a Taoist temple.

The main dish at the Peach Banquet hosted by Buddha Shakyamuni was not Tang Sanzang's flesh.

But it is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Yang He couldn't help but shake his head. The Peach Banquet was an unprecedented success, and the celestial beings and gods of the Heavenly Court already knew about the shortcut to cultivating supernatural powers.

Cannibalism.

What is the price of cannibalistic cultivation? Nothing more than going astray and becoming a demon.

There are solutions, of course. The immortals and gods already know the wonderful uses of Tang Sanzang's flesh, and Marshal Tianpeng's restoration to human form is the best example.

Yang He gazed at the innate spiritual root deep within the Peach Garden—no, it would be more appropriate to call it the Tang Monk's Flesh Tree now, since he had already plundered all the innate energy within it.

The lack of innate energy does not affect the flowering and fruiting of the succulent tree.

The flesh tree will continue to produce Tang Sanzang's flesh, and in less than a thousand years, the scale of the Peach Banquet will be unprecedented.

Yang He could already foresee that a large number of immortals and Buddhas would descend to the mortal realm to cultivate supernatural powers.

So, would cannibalism cause them any psychological burden?
Not necessarily?

Immortals and Buddhas are no longer human; they would not hesitate to become demons or evil spirits.

The original work required piecing together the eighty-one tribulations, but the fictional world doesn't; immortals and Buddhas would eagerly assume the roles of demons and evil spirits.

The Peach Banquet is not the literal Peach Banquet; the gluttonous feast has only just begun.

Yang He was filled with thoughts: Would the Journey to the West tribulation still have a group of four on their pilgrimage? What kind of script was in Shakyamuni's mind?
Hahahaha.

Yang He and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stared at each other for a long time before bursting into laughter.

The former felt that the world was beyond saving, while the latter felt that his attempt to become a saint was meaningless and that he was ultimately a discarded pawn.

"Yang He".

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat cross-legged and said with relief, "You must know that the Heavenly Realm has been eroded by the Ruins of Return, right?"

"kindness."

"The Three Realms are sinking."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva noticed that Yang He's performance was mediocre, and inwardly mocked himself, thinking that this person's scheming was no less than that of Shakyamuni.

Corpse Immortal Incarnation, Ghost Immortal Incarnation, Buddha Incarnation, Demon Incarnation.

What he wants is probably not the entire Three Realms.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva coughed violently, his breath becoming extremely weak. "Yang He, I suspect there is more than one Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the underworld. After you refine me, be careful they might come looking for you."

"fine."

Yang He and the others were drawn by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's words, which attracted a wisp of yin energy.

The Yin energy was a remnant of the Ghost True Lord. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva swallowed it whole without any resistance, allowing the Yin energy to enter his Niwan Palace.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was on his deathbed, yet he belatedly looked around.

His gaze was unfocused, and on his deathbed, he stared blankly at the devastated Peach Garden. The light reflected into the temple, creating a beautiful and enchanting scene.

Although the surrounding area is desolate, you can still see the former paradise in every corner.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's mind was filled with images of the underworld, but he felt extremely regretful because all he could remember were the same old scenes of the underworld.

"It's so beautiful."

He murmured, his voice hoarse as if squeezed from broken lungs.

"This is much more interesting than the underworld..."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's lips curled slightly, and then Yin energy took over his Niwan Palace, turning him into ashes and becoming Yang Hexin's incarnation. [Create a permanent character <Ksitigarbha>?]

"determine"

[The permanent characters <Netherworld Patrol Sea Ghost Yuan True Lord> and <Ksitigarbha King> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

[The permanent characters <Namo Immaculate Ancient Buddha> and <Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

Yang He did not hesitate for long and chose to merge with Ghost True Lord.

The same consideration remains: unless the Seven Sages of Buddhism are integrated into Immaculate Buddha, the cost-effectiveness is not high, since the number of permanent characters is limited.

[Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: Legend has it that Shakyamuni Buddha enlightened twenty-four people to become Buddhas, one of whom was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He is said to have possessed a portion of the fruition of the Immaculate Buddha, but later became an incarnation of Yang He.]

Yang He's consciousness was about to be destroyed, and at this moment the pagoda was already covered with cracks.

"My disciple, it may be five hundred years before we meet again."

He knew he couldn't hold out until Sun Wukong broke through the pagoda, and that his remaining divine consciousness would communicate with the Precious Bone Mausoleum to release the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain, including the Long-Armed Ape and the Red-Bottomed Macaque who had successfully become immortals.

The two monkeys still possessed a demonic aura, making them relatively low-level demon immortals.

However, it is extremely rare for an alien to become an immortal. In addition, after consuming the peaches of immortality, the two monkeys had enough lifespan to try to become true immortals, or even golden immortals.

Ho ho ho ho! ! !

The monkey troop seemed to sense Yang He's presence and were afraid of being hit on the chest.

Yang He counted the human-faced peaches, totaling over 40,000 in the Treasure Bone Mausoleum, and the Yin Treasure had already begun its transformation into a Primordial Treasure.

He took out the small change, which was just enough to satisfy the number of monkeys.

The peaches with human faces were piled up on the open ground, and with the Five Finger Mountain pressing down on them, no immortals or gods would dare to intrude. At least Yang He had kept his promise to Sun Wukong, but it was a pity that he couldn't have a drink.

Yang He's consciousness completely dissipated.

[Your character, the chime-ringing boy, has died; the story has ended.]

Not long after, a loud bang was heard.

The pagoda shattered, transforming into countless rays of Buddhist light that scattered in all directions.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Sun Wukong's figure slowly emerged, his heavy breathing audible. The four Buddhas were clearly well-prepared, their methods extremely restrained.

He was covered in blood, his golden hair was charred black, part of his arm was missing, and his right leg was bare of white bone, but his fiery eyes remained as bright as ever.

"Master..."

Sun Wukong digested Yang He's telepathic message and learned the cause and effect of the matter.

He neither cried out in sorrow nor roared in anger; he simply gripped the golden cudgel tightly.

Looking up, the shadow of the Five Finger Mountain grew stronger and stronger, and the terrifying pressure caused the earth to crack inch by inch, but Sun Wukong was not afraid at all.

Instead, he grinned, revealing his blood-stained fangs.

"Old Buddha, is that all you've got? I'll have to test you out later."

Sun Wukong turned and walked towards the monkey troop, casually putting the golden cudgel into his ear.

The gibbon and the red-bottomed macaque led their monkey minions to kneel on the ground, each holding a peach with a human face, suppressing their appetite and waiting for Sun Wukong.

When they saw Sun Wukong covered in wounds, they dared not look directly at him.

"What are you crying for? I, Old Sun, am not dead yet!"

Sun Wukong grabbed a peach, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

"kindness?"

He clicked his tongue, "That's all? It seems even immortals and Buddhas haven't tasted anything good. Hehe, not as flavorful as the peaches from Flower Fruit Mountain."

"Eat up! What are you all standing there for?"

Upon hearing this, the monkeys and their offspring each ate the peaches.

Bang bang bang.

As the drug took effect, the monkeys seemed to become completely drunk, staggering and collapsing to the ground, leaving only two monkeys standing there.

"Red-bottomed and Long-armed, your master has already spoken with a female fairy and will take you back to Flower Fruit Mountain. Remember to cultivate diligently and not neglect your studies."

Sun Wukong stuffed all the remaining peaches into his mouth, and his injuries were mostly healed.

"The fairy is right there!"

He pointed to the entrance and exit of the Peach Garden, where Yunxiao and the others were nearby.

Sun Wukong scratched his head. “The fairy is indeed beautiful. I think she probably has some kind of complicated relationship with my master. Just call her ‘Master’s Wife,’ and she will protect you.”

"Your Majesty, you...you..."

The gibbon, bewildered, wanted to ask a question.

Sun Wukong wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "The immortals and Buddhas can't destroy me, Old Sun! As long as I'm here, I'll ensure you all live a carefree and happy life!"

"Your Majesty, we will always be waiting for you at Flower Fruit Mountain!!!"

The two monkeys nodded, and somewhat awkwardly raised a demonic cloud to carry their monkey offspring.

Sun Wukong yawned, and only after his monkey followers and Yunxiao's group had reunited did he summon his golden cudgel again and point it at the sky.

Wuzhishan is getting closer and closer.

He leaped into the air, brandishing his golden cudgel, and transformed into a five-colored streak of light that shot straight into the sky!
"come!"

Sun Wukong's unruly laughter echoed throughout the thirty heavens.

"Let's see if your broken mountain is harder, or if my old Sun's bones are harder!!"

boom! ! !
The moment the golden cudgel struck the Five Finger Mountain, the world lost its color.

The blinding light of Buddha illuminated the Heavenly Court, and the shockwave swept across the thirty heavens, crushing the last ruins of the Peach Garden into dust.

"happy!""

Sun Wukong's body began to disintegrate under the suppression of the Five Fingers Mountain. His golden hair fell off, his flesh and blood dissolved, but his fiery eyes remained bright.

Finally, the mountain pressed down.

The Five Finger Mountain fell to the mortal world and crashed at the border between the Southern Continent and the Western Continent.

The mountain plunged thousands of feet into the ground, causing the earth to tremble and rivers to flow backwards for miles around.

After the dust settled, only a furry monkey paw emerged from the bottom of the mountain, its five fingers spread wide, stubbornly pointing towards the sky.

The turmoil caused by the peaches of immortality seemed to have come to an end, but undercurrents were already surging in the Heavenly Court.

.........

A few days later, at the Guantian Pavilion in the Tushita Palace.

The Golden Horn and Silver Horn Taoist boys busied themselves, bringing delicious food into the house.

The second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect were sitting around a table. The banquet that was originally agreed upon had been postponed for more than seven hundred years. Although not all of them were present, at least those who were absent were all at peace.

Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi had already exchanged toasts many times, and the medicine well was nearly half empty.

Master Qingfeng looked a little flustered. He had just broken through to the True Immortal realm not long ago, and with the peaches of immortality given to him by Yang He, he was now beaming with health.

Yunxiao and Bixiao sat on Yang He's left and right sides respectively, smiling as they watched everyone chat and drink.

The incarnation of Yang Heshi Tianzun had only recently been reconstructed, and the two sisters had been taking care of him for the past few days. Everyone saw through this but kept quiet.

"Junior Brother Yang, it's a pity that my nephew was suppressed and fell into the mortal world."

Yang Jian picked up his wine cup, and the amber-colored celestial wine swirled gently in it, reflecting the pale golden third eye pattern between his brows.

"As long as we are safe, we will meet again."

Yang He had already learned from Yang Jian about the aftermath of the Peach Banquet, and that the Four Emperors and Five Elders had stepped forward to suppress the immortals and gods who had fallen into evil.

Including Marshal Tianpeng, they were directly sent to the underworld.

It is said that the Four Emperors and Five Elders believed that going astray in cultivation was irreversible, and even though Marshal Tianpeng appeared to be unharmed, his Dao heart had already lost control.

Yang He was puzzled, feeling that it was more like the Four Emperors and Five Elders stabilizing the situation.

If the Four Emperors and Five Elders didn't believe it, why did they pretend to be dead and ignore the troubles outside after the Buddha of Corpse Abandoned the Heavenly Court arrived?

Besides Marshal Tianpeng, the Lingxiao Palace also experienced internal strife.

None of the eight departments participated in quelling the internal strife; it was entirely the Four Emperors and Five Elders who took action, and countless corpses of immortals and gods were thrown out.

It is unknown whether the ten sons of the Yang family were affected, but at least none were found among the corpses.

Nezha placed one foot on the stool, leaned his Fire-Tipped Spear against his shoulder, and sneered upon hearing this: "Yang Ren is truly lucky. With Yin Jiao dead, he, the Jiazi Tai Sui, has become the head of the Tai Sui Department."

Yang Jian responded, "It's not a good thing. Yang Ren was just appointed and his cultivation broke through in the process. I've heard that if the leaders of the Eight Divisions don't have the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, they will be forced to grow too fast."

Yunxiao nodded in agreement, but the specifics were a secret of the Heavenly Court.

Yang He smiled without saying a word, gently swirling the wine glass in his hand.

"Alright." Bixiao gently raised her hand and filled everyone's wine cups. "What are your plans next, fellow cultivators?"

"Junior brother, what about you?" Nezha downed the wine in one gulp.

Yang He took out a jade token. "Yunxiao has obtained an imperial edict for me to descend to the mortal realm. There are many affairs in the Heavenly Court, so I am preparing to descend to the mortal realm to cultivate."

The Four Emperors and Five Elders couldn't figure him out, so Yunxiao suggested that Yang He temporarily leave the Heavenly Court.

Yang Jian opened his Heavenly Eye a crack. "Just as I thought, after the Sage separated the Daoist temple, they took the spiritual root. I deliberately left the remains of the Daoist temple in the Guanjiang Estuary area of ​​the mortal realm."

“Nowadays, in cultivation, it is not only necessary to determine the primary and secondary aspects of each supernatural power, but also to integrate them into a whole through acquired cultivation, transforming them into a great innate supernatural power.”

What Yang Jian said represents the current consensus among the celestial beings in Heaven.

Cultivating by eating people is certainly a shortcut, but Yang Jian believes that one can also climb higher by taking one step at a time, and the ruins of the dojo are the key to the integration of supernatural powers.

(End of this chapter)