Mythology

Chapter 471 We Are the Same Kind (Two Chapters Combined)

"Is this what immortality is?" Jiang Qi was speechless with shock. He stood there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. He didn't even notice that the corpse of Jin Chanzi at his feet had turned into pus.

Before this, he had never truly seen immortals or Buddhas.

Even according to Yang He, the Earth God Temple might have the hands of immortals and Buddhas, but Jiang Qi had never heard of it in the past three hundred years.

Jiang Qi accepted the leather bag and Taoist robe, his thoughts still lingering on Yang He's words.

He... if he doesn't side with the immortals and Buddhas, could he be side with mortals? But why? Does he want to defy the heavens?!

Jiang Qi subconsciously refined the Taoist robe slightly, and countless eyes opened on the surface of the robe.

The inside felt like human skin, which sent chills down my spine.

Yang He glanced at Jiang Qi indifferently and said, "Do objects also distinguish between good and evil? If you lack self-control, then give up the idea of ​​becoming an immortal."

"Senior, this disciple wishes to accompany you to Chang'an to resolve the doubts in my heart before I become an immortal."

Jiang Qi bowed respectfully, then put on the leather Taoist robe.

“Yes, I have many Taoist names, but I only have one real name, Yang He.”

Yang He's eyes revealed satisfaction as he looked at Lu Zu's demonic cultivator appearance, and he chuckled, his wicked sense of pleasure satisfied.

He concealed his aura, and his four heads and eight arms disappeared.

The minor supernatural powers remain intact; the Taoist robe connects to the twenty-four heavens, and as long as the endless Buddhist sea does not dry up, it will not be damaged. The wine gourd is the same; the immortal wine is practically inexhaustible.

The black cat did not manifest itself, but lazily transformed into five-colored divine light and curled up beside the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Hakimi has already achieved the Golden Immortal level, but he is still far from becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal, mainly because he has not laid a foundation like the Transformation Immortal Technique.

It will be necessary to move closer to the innate divine power of one main and two auxiliary powers in the future.

Yang He activated the Five-Colored Divine Light. The Primordial Golden Cauldron refined by the black cat had already reached the second level, and with his own Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation, it was enough.

He was in high spirits and drank freely. In any version, the Great Luo Golden Immortal was already in the first tier. Even in the Upper Realm, the Primordial Golden Immortal was only a handful, not to mention the Quasi-Saint.

Furthermore, after the Immortal Transformation Technique was integrated into the Myriad Transformations Dojo, in a sense, it was officially updated to the version of the Journey to the West: Great Tribulation.

Of course, because of the retention of the Myriad Transformations Dojo, it is also considered to be half a version ahead.

"No wonder immortals love wine; how can one be carefree and unrestrained if one loses the desire for food and drink?"

"Speaking of which, Jiang Qi, do you have a Taoist name?"

"Replying to senior, I am merely a rogue cultivator and have no Daoist name."

"Then let's call you Dongbin. People call you Lü Zu, Lü Dongbin. Not bad, not bad."

"Thank you, senior."

Jiang Qi was not originally surnamed Jiang. Since the people call him Lü Zu, he will not change it. From now on, there will be no Jiang Qi in the world, only Lü Dongbin.

"Tsk, tsk."

Yang He suddenly had a thought: what if the Taoist in front of him wasn't Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals?

That's impossible. How could there be a second Lü Zu in the world?

What about Han Zhongli?

Yang He remembered that Lü Dongbin was enlightened by Han Zhongli. In his memory, even if Han Zhongli did not go through the Investiture of the Gods, the time should be roughly the same. Could it be that there were no Eight Immortals at all?

"Forget it, what does it have to do with me?"

He looked Lü Dongbin up and down, feeling that something was off, and then he realized what it was.

Yang He took the gourd of Yin artifacts he had obtained from the Wanhua Daoist Temple, put it into the Bagua Furnace and refined it slightly. Soon, a superior Yin artifact was formed.

The gourd can hold a thousand catties of fine wine, and a little bit poured into the Drunken Immortal Cave is already overflowing.

"Take it. Since you're Lü Dongbin, how can you not drink?"

Lu Dongbin took it in surprise, and at Yang He's prompting, he brought it to his lips and took a small sip. The mellow aroma of the wine spread down his throat.

His face was flushed, but he clenched his teeth to prevent the smell of alcohol from escaping.

He spoke after a long silence.

"Good wine!"

Yang He patted Lü Dongbin on the shoulder. "Some people have never drunk alcohol but are destined to be addicted to it. Brother, I need to rest for a few days. You can set off to take me to Chang'an."

"what?"

"Take a look at the scenery along the way for me. Remember, Buddhism is flourishing now. If you see people living in peace and contentment, there must be something wrong with them."

"And..." Yang He squinted and added, "Be careful of taboos, such as not entering a temple alone or looking into a well with only two people."

Yang He took out a coffin, lay down inside, and skillfully extinguished the life force.

Five hundred years.

Yang He went into seclusion to vent his anger. He had been holding it in for five hundred years, and it was time to settle scores with those ghosts and gods. Otherwise, he would think he was just a nobody on the street.

[Your character, "Tai Xu Xun Jie Shi Hai Tian Zun," has died, ending your role in this story.]

Lü Dongbin chuckled, then lifted the coffin and walked out of the valley.

Faintly, one can hear the loud singing echoing through the mountains and fields.

"Fame and fortune are more potent than wine, intoxicating people to the point of being unable to wake up."

.........

Whether you inherit the gains from the Celestial Venerable of the Great Void's Corpse-Patrolling Tribulation, you will receive the following benefits.

【Nuoxiang Ghost (Nieqi)】

【Nuoxiang Ghost (Foqi)】

【Myriad Transformations Dojo (Divine Powers and Auras - Immortal Transformation Technique)】

【Five-Colored Divine Light (Golden Immortal)】

The eighth level of hell remained deathly silent, with only indescribable ghosts and spirits slowly emerging from the water. Their silhouettes reflected in the sky were incredibly eerie, completely devoid of human form.

In comparison, Yang He was as insignificant as a piece of duckweed drifting with the current.

A few low murmurs could be faintly heard.

How many two-legged sheep are there in the mortal world?

"Those who fled to the mortal world back then were well taken care of, probably around 130 million."

"Yes, eat some of it, and then raise it for a few more years."

The whispering spirits did not perceive Yang He as a threat.

After all, from their perspective, Yang Heguang was already severely injured when facing the Great Incense Master. Even if the ghosts and gods themselves would suffer severe injuries from descending to the mortal realm, the other party posed no threat.

Even in the gazes they cast, there was a hint of pity.

Even ghosts and gods have to admit that Yang He's strength is indeed at the peak among those of the same realm. Perhaps if given another thousand years, he could recover his cultivation level from three thousand years ago. What a pity.

"You have no time left, Ancient Immortal."

The speaking spirit was composed of countless infant heads, its eyes fixed on Yang He, devoid of any emotion.

Yang He maintained the five-colored divine light, with strands of light still within the Great Incense Master's body.

Like a chain about to break piercing through the ninth level of hell, Yang He's actions appeared to the ghosts and gods as a death throes.

What good is preventing the Grand Master from escaping? You have no strength left.

Yang He raised his eyes and met the baby's head. The ghosts and the eighth level of hell were separated by only a thin sheet of paper, and his spiritual vision revealed the information.

[Placenta]

He shook his head slightly. The immortal corresponding to the placenta mother seems to be the Goddess of Offspring.
The Goddess of Offspring is responsible for granting children; she is a minor deity similar to the door gods and the kitchen gods.

His status in the Heavenly Court was probably similar to that of Qingfeng Daozhang, but as time went by, the ghosts and gods who imitated him so poorly became so terrifying.

"Mother of the placenta, how many ghosts and gods are there in the depths of hell?"

The Mother of the Plaster opened her mouth. "Do you recognize us? It seems our names have spread throughout the mortal realm. Countless two-legged sheep worship us; they must taste even more delicious." "Mother of the Plaster," the woman continued, "how many demons and gods are there in the depths of hell?"

Yang He asked again, only to be met with a soft laugh from the placental mother. "Ghosts and gods? Perhaps. You shouldn't associate with two-legged sheep; we are the same kind."

The seven demons all slowed down simultaneously.

The placental mother's pupil-less eyes stared intently at Yang He, her voice like the cries of countless fetuses in the womb, displaying an inexplicable tolerance.

"If you cooperate with us, we can leave you 10% of the two-legged sheep."

"In ten years, Heaven and Paradise will reappear on Earth. Countless ghosts and gods will descend, and you will have no choice."

The other ghosts and spirits remained silent, revealing more malice than anything else.

The mother in the amniotic sac is willing to spare her own life, but the other ghosts and gods will not be lenient, and it is very likely that one of them will play the bad cop and the other the good cop.

Yang He suddenly laughed, "Why do you think we're the same kind?"

The placental mother's body split open, revealing layers upon layers of placental tissue inside. Although she was expressionless, Yang He could sense a trace of...

shame.

Yang He frowned, not understanding why ghosts and gods would feel ashamed to mention their own kind.

It shouldn't appear on these ghosts and gods who feed on mortals; the strangeness of it even gave Yang He a chill down his spine.

"Ancient Immortal, this world is very small, so small that it can hardly contain us."

After the Mother of the Platycodon finished speaking, a chilling wind swept through the eighth level of hell, and the figures of ghosts and gods drew ever closer, clearly no longer wanting to communicate with Yang He.

"Ah."

Yang He wanted to get a few more information out of him, but unfortunately, humans and dogs could not go the same way.

Humans eat food, dogs eat excrement.

"Redeem all winnings."

At first, the ghosts and gods did not notice anything amiss, only that Yang He's injuries were recovering at a visible speed, and his depleted Yin energy was returning to its peak.

But soon, its aura began to rise towards that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The three tribulations of the Golden Immortal realm were traversed in the blink of an eye.

In the fictional world, it took Yang He five hundred years to go from Golden Immortal to Grand Luo Golden Immortal. In the main world, however, it only took three breaths, and his realm was already stable after just one cycle.

He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils swirling with a depth that seemed out of place in this era.

Ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !

The Great Incense Master let out a shrill scream as the five-colored divine light within his body began to backfire.

The five-colored divine light that had previously dissipated in Yang He's palm solidified, forming a chain that pierced through the ninth level of hell and pointed directly at the Great Incense Master.

Rumble.

The Grand Master was slowly dragged back to the eighth level of hell.

"Come!!"

With a burst of strength, Yang Heyi brought the Great Incense Master before him, enveloped in the five-colored divine light. His body was riddled with holes, and his face was mostly dead or injured.

The ghosts and gods couldn't react in time; wasn't Yang He already exhausted and on his last legs?
How did you advance to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm in the blink of an eye?
"Hehehe, long time no see, Master of Incense."

Yang He grinned, and the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field covered the eighth level of hell. With a flick of his finger, Mount Qianyuan descended from the sky and directly suppressed the Great Incense Master.

"How dare you!!!"

Yang He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw the human-faced dragon with interwoven skin.

【Naga】

Yang He remembered that Buddhism had records that Nagas were a type of Devas and Nagas, which, simply put, were pets kept by Buddhists.

The Naga reacted most strongly to the danger faced by the Great Incense Master, clearly indicating that this was the work of the spirit testing him.

Yang He didn't bother with Naga. The moment the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field unfolded, he used the Puppet Immortal Technique, his body and soul turning into gray-white smoke and merging into the Dao Field.

Naga continued his incessant chatter, "The Great Master has a deep connection with the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Once he dies, the arrival of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss will not be far off."

Yang He immediately realized that the ghosts and gods had risked severe physical and spiritual damage to descend to the mortal realm on their own.

He ignored it, while the underground river beneath the dojo surged.

In an instant, the temple began to tremble violently, and countless bottomless cracks appeared in the mountains and rivers. Thick, ink-like yin energy surged out, and the Grand Master of Incense could only plead.

Naga's tone softened, "Ancient Immortal, we are all of the same kind. The Great Incense Master is a spiritual child under Ajivijaya. Once he dies, the Pure Land will surely spy on the mortal world a hundred years earlier."

“Don’t…”

The yin energy twisted and swirled in the air, gradually condensing into a gigantic maw a thousand meters in size, filled with sharp teeth, each tooth inlaid with countless eyeballs.

The hundreds of baby faces of the mother in the amniotic sac simultaneously revealed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

She could see that Yang He was even more terrifying than before; even when she had exhausted all her methods, her supernatural powers had not reached this level.

Could it really be related to... the Daoist corpse in the Ruins of Return?
Yang He showed no sign of stopping. Retreating would not intimidate the enemy. The Yin-Yang division still existed, and a forced descent of the Ghost Immortal would only be less effective; on the contrary, the advantage lay with him!

Besides.

He had long wanted to experience the exhilarating feeling of his body, soul, and Dao being one.

In the world of classical literature, all the immortals and Buddhas are cunning and treacherous; where can you find a good target?

boom! ! !
Its gaping maw snapped shut, and the grinding sound of its sharp teeth grinding together was enough to make your teeth ache.

The Great Incense Master's enormous demonic body was instantly bitten, and the countless eyes embedded in his teeth gleamed with a bloodthirsty crimson.

"Oh my god!!!"

The Great Incense Master let out a shrill wail, and as Yang He chewed, his eyeballs attached to his body.

The Ghost True Lord of the Golden Immortal Realm is obsequious, but for a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and with the help of the Daoist temple, calling him 'Ghost of the Heavenly Dao' is absolutely appropriate!
The body of the Great Incense Master was crushed and dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, what Yang He couldn't have imagined two or three years ago has become nourishment for the Myriad Transformations Dojo, expanding its area by 20%.

Naga's deformed snake head hysterically cried out, "Ancient Immortal! You have no idea that you have committed a colossal disaster! You..."

The words stopped abruptly, and a strange chill ran through my heart.

Naga discovered that Yang He was slowly sinking into the ground, and then grayish-white corpse energy was seeping out from the cracks in the ground, with corpse spots spreading on the ground.

boom!
A mountain of white bones emerged from the ground.

“This is impossible…” Naga’s snake scales stood on end.

With a deafening roar, Yang He's true form was revealed in the Taoist temple.

The upper body was covered in corpse spots, and the lower half was entirely made of smoke and dust. The two heads were in the form of a corpse and a ghost, respectively, and the four arms were outstretched.

His arms were covered in eyeballs, and his palms were split open into mouths filled with sharp teeth.

"You little brat, you like to eat people!!!"

With four arms piercing the ninth level of hell, it was trying to tear the barrier apart!

"you……"

A huge fleshy lump swelled up on Yang He's neck again. After the lump split open, a third silver Buddha head appeared!

The Buddha's head is solemn and dignified, but there is a hideous bloodstain between its eyebrows.

At the same time, a new arm burst out from behind.

"Ajivijaya? What kind of bald monk is he again?!"

The Buddha's head opened and closed, and thousands of small Buddhas emerged riding on golden light, chanting scriptures to reduce the burden of the Transformation Technique.

The placenta mother couldn't help but exclaim, "Three Corpses Proving the Dao?! No, that's not right..."

boom! ! ! !

The placenta mother watched helplessly as Yang He's arm broke through the barrier, grabbed Naga by the neck, and forcefully dragged her back to the eighth level of hell.

(End of this chapter)