Mythology

Chapter 477 Yang He is the twin brother of Shakyamuni.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned, a deep unease rising in his heart.

A slight perception of the cause-and-effect relationship.

Suddenly, a corpse appeared in his mind. That's right, Yang He had died silently and disappeared, and his body was buried outside Huasheng Temple.

"Dead? Who killed him? Or did he deliberately... hang himself?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva walked through the streets and alleys and quickly arrived at the location of the corpse. He scanned it with his divine sense and found that the flesh and bones were not damaged in the slightest.

The corpse lay motionless a hundred meters below, its body covered in red hair, its face blue and its fangs sharp.

"It appears to be a suicide by hanging, and there was no attempt to conceal it."

"The legendary supernatural power that ranks among the top in the Three Realms is immortality; even if the corpse is devoid of life, the yang energy will continue to grow."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hesitated for a few breaths. Yang He's actions clearly showed that he had sensed the causal relationship. Could it be that he was preparing to use fake death to escape a calamity?
"impossible."

"There are countless immortals and Buddhas in Chang'an. If one rashly leaves his body in the city, it will easily give others a handle to use against him. Perhaps immortality has no drawbacks, but that does not mean there is no way to deal with it."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva knows this; the Immaculate Buddha is an example.

Immaculate Buddha, as Yang He's incarnation, is now imprisoned in the Pure Land and unable to move. Yang He's actions are truly inexplicable.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was filled with doubt and suspicion, even suspecting that the corpse was a decoy put out by Yang He.

But no matter how many times he examined it, the true form of the Corpse Celestial Venerable was far superior to the corpse he had previously possessed at the Huasheng Temple.

"What...what is his purpose?!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was completely unable to handle it. Based on Yang He's century-long plan, at least ten thousand people in Chang'an were under the control of the causal threads.

The Eight Immortals are just the first step; Yang He will soon be entangled in endless karma.

Unless hell is emptied, they will never be freed.

The results of it?
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had only just begun his work when Yang He died prematurely.

It's as if everything was in vain. Yang He has already surrendered. The corpse in front of him is not the one from Huasheng Temple, but the true body of Corpse Celestial Venerable. Hell Path can make a big deal out of this.

"Could it be that Yang He is too confident? After all, based on more than a thousand years of experience, Yang He has been reckless in relying on his immortality, and both the immortals and the Buddhas are somewhat helpless against him."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva manipulated the threads of cause and effect, and those who did not believe in evil were subjected to the hell realm.

The causal threads penetrated the corpse, and the connection between the Eight Immortals continued to deepen, causing a tangible resentment to erode the corpse.

As resentment accumulates, it will damage Yang He's very foundation if his consciousness becomes attached to it.

Half a day later, the corpse's red hair grew another two meters, absorbing all the resentment.

Seeing this, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva became somewhat unbalanced in his spiritual practice. Accustomed to having everything under control, he felt frustrated by being restricted in every way when he encountered Yang He.

Despite having the upper hand, they felt extremely frustrated.

"damn it."

Click.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's hands are clasped together, and his head is split in two from between his eyebrows.

"This humble monk would like to see how you retrieve your Corpse Immortal Incarnation!!!"

Despite the constant flow of traffic, no one noticed anything amiss. Before long, his head had transformed into a grotesque maw, and his intestines were exposed, with countless causal threads binding Yang He.

Each causal thread is connected to the hordes of ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell.

The ghosts have rioted!
Amidst a wail, hordes of demons crawled from hell along the causal lines into Yang He's body, and within moments, hundreds of thousands of evil spirits lurked within his organs.

The Corpse Celestial Venerable's stomach and intestines transformed into the Nine Turns of the Yellow Springs, containing a massive amount of evil spirits.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not believe that Yang He could escape unscathed, despite being entangled by the Seven Immortals outside and suffering backlash from evil spirits inside.

"Yang He, here's a big gift for you, please accept it!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's chest heaved, and his whole body opened up with mouths of all sizes, with his upper and lower jaws opening simultaneously and saliva flowing out.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous stream of yin energy emanated from it.

The yin energy was a dark green color, and it was clear that it was mixed with the water of the Yellow Springs, which made the yin energy of the entire Chang'an extremely turbid.

"The Yin energy is no longer pure, so Yang He's ghost immortal incarnation can no longer descend."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva clasped his hands together. Before he knew it, it was getting late, and Chang'an finally became quiet as the people returned to their homes.

"To be on the safe side, the Hell Path must be maintained for a long time."

After much deliberation, he once again mobilized the 10,000 people connected by the thread of cause and effect.

At this moment, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is like a paranoid madman, with causal threads spreading out and connecting to the brows of mortals.

The plants and trees within the city were also entangled with threads of cause and effect.

The threads of cause and effect intertwine, and soon a large net is formed.

Hu Hu Hu.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was breathing heavily, his head, which was slumped to either side, was covered in cold sweat, and after regaining his senses, the fear in his heart intensified.

"No wonder Buddha thought this person was a demon incarnate; he does indeed possess a demonic nature."

"You've disturbed my meditation!!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva swept over the Eight Immortals, and Han Zhongli's vitality recovered somewhat. At the same time, he noticed that Lü Dongbin still retained his intelligence.

Lü Dongbin's cultivation level was probably close to becoming an immortal, yet he was still persevering.

"Amitabha."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva didn't care; a pawn is still a pawn.

He didn't have time to suppress Lü Dongbin, since the latter couldn't possibly leave Chang'an anyway. His immediate priority was to avoid the night's... rain.

drop.

The raindrops fell to the ground, as soft and gentle as silk.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva dared not delay and headed towards the nearest temple.

Chang'an involves many immortals and Buddhas, but it does not include Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, as his attainment is still missing a crucial tenth of his status.

The last ray of sunlight disappeared on the horizon, and rustling sounds echoed.

It looked like thousands of insect legs crawling. Although most houses had candles lit, the mortals seemed oblivious, following the curfew rules.

pat.

The sticky chunks of meat slammed onto the ground; the meat was incredibly fresh and emitted an enticing aroma.

Then the second piece, the third piece...

In the rain, chunks of meat fell one after another, gradually becoming whole, yet strangely, they made no sound.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva saw a large number of figures appearing in the streets and alleys.

During the day, these figures are market vendors, apprentices in pharmacies, and familiar friends and relatives of ordinary people. Now, they exude a unique Taoist aura belonging to immortals and Buddhas.

They were committing the despicable act of cannibalism, constantly stuffing flesh and bones into their mouths and chewing them.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not have time to retreat to the nearest temple. Standing under the eaves of the granary, the hanging lanterns suddenly went out one by one.

Footsteps approached from afar.

"Who?"

His face was grave, and he hurriedly headed south.

There was a hunched old man lying on the ground, his mouth full of blood as he gnawed on flesh and bones, his eyes fixed on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva greets Venerable Julusun."

"A mere incarnation is unworthy of the title 'Your Excellency'."

The old man grabbed the corpse and chewed it whole. Unsurprisingly, its true identity was the Buddha, who was once the reincarnation of Ju Liusun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva swallowed hard, finding it hard to resist the temptation of Tang Sanzang's flesh.

That's an unparalleled elixir recognized throughout the Three Realms!

The immortals and Buddhas placed their incarnations in Chang'an. By constantly consuming Tang Sanzang's flesh, the incarnations gradually developed their medicinal power, forming an unparalleled elixir.

After taking it, one will not only achieve immortality, but also suppress all loss of control of the body and soul.

"Hey hey hey."

The Buddha Julusun grinned, then took half a piece of meat from his mouth and threw it to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who quickly swallowed it.

"Thank you, Your Excellency! Your disciple..." "Ksitigarbha, the Buddha mentioned you yesterday."

Upon hearing these words from the Buddha Julusun, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva retreated several steps in fear.

“The Buddha said that if you cannot attain a complete state of enlightenment, you should give nine-tenths of your attainment to Yang He and not waste your time.”

No way!!!

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva quickly explained, "Your disciple has already taken the initiative; that fellow has absolutely no chance of having any further tricks up his sleeve..."

"That guy? That guy?!"

The Buddha Julusun twisted his neck, and his head instantly extended in front of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

You can even see bits of flesh between the sharp teeth.

“Ksitigarbha, don’t forget that Immaculate Buddha is one of the Seven Saints of Buddhism. Namo Immaculate Ancient Buddha, together with my Buddha, is known as the Buddha of the Three Worlds.”

"This disciple knows his mistake!!!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva kowtowed to the ground, and then heard the mocking laughter of Kṣāṭra Buddha.

"Yang He is still my junior apprentice, ha!!"

As the Buddha of Leaving Sun disappeared into the rainy night, his jaws opened wider and wider as he walked, and the flesh of Tang Sanzang from the nearby streets fell into his mouth.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva rose, his brow furrowed with urgency.

I can't help but recall a legend about the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Yang He was the twin son of Shakyamuni, one a Buddha and the other a demon, their relationship being mutually reinforcing and restraining. That's why when Yang He wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Shakyamuni did not take the opportunity to subdue Yang He's remaining two incarnations.

"Given the current rate at which the Corpse Immortal's life force is recovering, its consciousness will be restored tomorrow."

"What are you going to do to break this deadlock?!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva belatedly looked at the shop next door and felt a gaze watching him. Normally, mortals cannot see things related to immortals and Buddhas.

Inside the shop was a family of three, and there was nothing unusual about them.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva only withdrew his divine consciousness after repeatedly confirming the situation.

Little did they know that the moment their consciousness shifted, the child nestled in the woman's arms yawned and coldly gazed at the sky full of Tang Monk's flesh.

"So that's how it is. The immortals and Buddhas are raising the great medicine in Chang'an."

After Yang He finished playing the role of Corpse Celestial Venerable, he chose to re-enter the world of the story of the child, and used his spiritual vision to watch the immortals and Buddhas eat Tang Sanzang's flesh.

"This piece of cake doesn't seem to mean much to me."

He took out a pill that would allow him to feign death, preparing to return to the main world, when the magic seal in his mind received a telepathic message from Lü Dongbin.

The transmission of Lü Dongbin's thoughts was extremely vague, as if he had made a previously unknown discovery.

"Is it not just about Tang Sanzang's flesh?"

Yang He told Lü Dongbin to record the relevant information.

Then he ate the pill.

[Your character (the child) is dead; the story is over and the role is no longer playable.]

Amidst the parents' anxious cries, the toddler fell into a coma, paused breathing for two breaths, and then awoke amidst tears.

.........

Yang He returned to the main world and rested for two days before finally accessing the control panel.

[Vulgarity: Born a Monk]

[Related Allusion: "The Holy Demon Monk" - Consume 1 Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?]

"confirm."

He saw three roles he could play, as well as a list of more than a dozen permanent characters, including the minor, subordinate ones.

Yang He had no intention of playing a permanent role, so he decisively spent his spiritual vision to refresh it.

After ten thousand spiritual visions were invested, golden light flashed.

[Mulberry Insect Farmer (Gold): Chang'an is bustling with activity, and all the people live in peace and contentment, as if the world where evil spirits roamed has long since vanished. You are a mulberry farmer in the suburbs, and in addition to feeding the mulberry insects every day, you also recite the Kassapa Sutra.]

"Golden quality, it seems that the mulberry worm farmers are the incarnation of some Buddha."

"It should be called... Kassapa Buddha."

Yang He stroked his chin. This was the first time he had ever seen a character of the highest rank. The character should not be able to possess the Buddha, but he would definitely inflict serious damage on him.

"Interesting. After all this time, it turns out that immortals and Buddhas are just commodities on a shelf."

He couldn't help but feel restless, so he suppressed his distracting thoughts and refreshed his mind again.

Once the role of an incarnation of a deity or Buddha is played, the other deities and Buddhas will realize that there may only be one or two opportunities to exploit loopholes.

"No rush, I only have one spot left for a regular role."

Yang He was also unsure of the stage at which the incarnation of the immortals and Buddhas was taking shape. If the incarnation had not yet been formed, now was not the best time to seize a body.

"We'll see later. Hmm, I wonder who will be the lucky user."

"The Buddha who met with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva earlier seems to be my Uncle Julusun? Let's include him in the list of candidates."

After Yang He paid a million Spirit Visions, a purple light finally appeared.

[Lan Caihe (Purple): You are one of the eight destined to become immortals. Your cultivation is progressing by leaps and bounds, but your appearance is becoming strange, and your temperament is becoming increasingly irritable as a result.]

Yang He raised an eyebrow; there really was someone who could play a role among the Eight Immortals.

This makes things simple; no other permanent characters need to intervene.

Currently, apart from Immaculate Buddha, all other permanent characters are playable.

"Hehe, it's true that you from the Hell Path are difficult to deal with, but I won't get entangled with you."

“Playing the role of [Lan Caihe].

.........

As soon as Yang Heyi arrived in the world of the legend, he felt his own body become bloated. Lan Caihe had already transformed into a humanoid ball of flesh weighing five or six hundred pounds.

Its skin was covered with a layer of scales, and its demonic aura had reached the Void Realm.

When Yang He opened his eyes, he saw that the walls of Lan Caihe's hiding place were covered with scratches, and the character "kill" was twisted and disordered all over every corner.

He could sense that Lan Caihe's resentment was directed at him.

“Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor; it’s all Buddhism’s fault for being inhumane.”

Yang He carried the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, and the Myriad Transformations Tree took root in Lan Caihe's body and soul, continuously plundering demonic energy. In just a moment, Lan Caihe's cultivation was completely wiped out.

The Ten Absolutes City takes away souls; those with the right fate can become Daoist disciples on Qianyuan Mountain.

"Next!"

[Your character, Lan Caihe, is dead; the story is over and it's difficult to portray.]

at the same time.

The pupils of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva trembled, and part of the causal line broke off. The chosen Lan Caihe died inexplicably. Although it could be replaced by someone else, the reason was completely unclear.

Immediately afterwards, Tieguai Li, He Xiangu, Han Xiangzi... all died suddenly.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva paced around several times, his face contorted with rage.

"Impossible! The web of cause and effect covers Chang'an; every move he makes will cause an anomaly. How could the Eight Immortals die out of thin air?!"

In his daze, he heard the repeated warnings of the Buddha Julusun.

We can't afford to waste any more time!
"Fortunately, the Corpse Immortal's true form is still...under control."

The moment the thought arose, the causal chain suddenly became disordered, and a total of twenty Corpse Celestial Venerables with the same aura appeared throughout Chang'an.

Unlike the Immaculate Buddha, the Corpse Celestial Venerable can reshape the body and soul with just a drop of blood.

The avatar that Yang He threw out hundreds of years ago was merely a consumable to contain the light of annihilation; it could not possibly demonstrate the wondrous uses of innate corpse energy.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva almost bit off all his teeth.

"Buddha!"

"Please, please don't strip me of my rank!!!"

(End of this chapter)