Mythology

Chapter 480 A Born Saint and a Born Bastard
In the dimly lit room, candles cast a faint glow.

Yang He had just arrived in the world of the story when he felt that the novice monk he was playing was extremely weak, and at the same time, he could smell a faint stench of decay in his nostrils.

It wasn't the stench from rotting fruits and vegetables, but from the meat.

dong dong dong.

The sound of the wooden fish being struck was continuous.

He opened his eyes and found himself kneeling on a prayer mat, his hands clasped together. He had been meditating not long ago, and his simple monk's robe was stained with red.

Looking around, it seemed that I was in the incense-making hall indicated in the character information.

In the corner stood two large vats, their bright red wax radiating heat, while a dozen or so novices continuously carried materials into them.

Inside the house, an iron pot was boiling wax, and the stench was emanating from it.

Yang He looked closely and saw that, apart from the wax, there were three or four corpses churning in the iron pot, with corpse oil constantly mixing into the wax.

"This is really strange; temples are indeed places where filth and evil reside."

He wasn't surprised by the idea of ​​refining corpses into oil; after all, temples were places of worship for demons and monsters, and the monks' appearances couldn't possibly be normal.

"Jueming!"

When an old monk saw that Yang He had stopped meditating, he said in a deep voice, "Focus on the consecration. If you feel really uncomfortable, drink a bowl of Fuling Soup."

As he spoke, he scooped a bowl of black water from the wooden bucket by the door.

Yang He took the medicine, and after confirming that there was nothing strange about it, he drank it all in one gulp.

The old monk raised his staff and tapped Yang He on the head lightly, but seeing that Yang He continued to meditate, he didn't take it to heart.

As Yang He felt the effects of the Fuling Soup taking hold, he felt a slight tingling sensation in his temples.

Immediately, everything in his eyes spun around.

The stench of decay turned into a pleasant fragrance, and the dimly lit room was bathed in Buddhist light. There was no corpse in the iron pot, and the meditating monk was even more robust.

"Fuling soup, a typical case of self-deception."

Yang He activated his spiritual vision, and the illusion of the Blessing Spirit Soup disappeared. Then he pretended to sit cross-legged, paying attention to any changes in his body and soul.

He doesn't possess any supernatural powers; if anything seems amiss, he'll likely be silenced.

Moreover, his main purpose for this trip was to find Tang Sanzang. Regardless of whether Hongfu Temple did evil or not, he estimated that it would be difficult to escape unscathed from the presence of immortals and Buddhas.

As time went by, vats of wax were gradually transported to the outside world.

The monks meditated only to recite the Rebirth Mantra, partly to boil the corpse, and partly out of fear that the deceased's spirit would linger.

Yang He planned to return to the main world at night.

As the chanting continued until sunset, his spiritual vision began to slowly increase.

boom.

bang bang.

Yang He heard a second faint heartbeat inside his body. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the heartbeat was coming from between his two lungs. At first, it was quite weak, like someone gently knocking on the door of his chest.

But before long, their heartbeats were back to normal.

Yang He was 80% certain that the reason his heart was pounding was because of Tang Sanzang.

His breathing became heavy, and he quickly realized that the heartbeat was from Tang Sanzang. Some scattered fragments of memory appeared out of nowhere in his mind.

The fragment contains images of immortals and Buddhas devouring Tang Sanzang.

Accompanied by overwhelming hatred, my heart pounded faster and faster.

"Sure enough, Tang Sanzang is looking for me."

Yang He looked helpless. All the monks in Hongfu Temple could potentially be reincarnated as Tang Sanzang, yet they chose an ordinary novice monk.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence; Tang Sanzang wanted him to help Tang Sanzang reincarnate.

As long as Yang He chooses to play any monk from Hongfu Temple, Tang Sanzang will follow, placing all his hopes on him.

"Ugh."

Yang He could sense that Tang Seng seemed to realize that the novice monk was not qualified to be reincarnated, and his heartbeat slowed down as he was about to fall into hibernation again.

He tentatively tried to communicate with Tang Sanzang, "Jin Chanzi, how can you be reincarnated?"

Tang Sanzang remained unmoved, his heartbeat abruptly stopping.

Yang He felt the same way and sensed a trace of the consciousness transmitted by Tang Sanzang, which was compassion and pity for not being able to harm the novice monk.

mercy?

He couldn't help but show surprise. Logically speaking, the significance of Tang Sanzang's birth was to serve as a great medicine, and he suffered for more than five hundred years.

It's perfectly normal for Tang Sanzang to have reason to resent everything, and even to be hostile to all living beings.

But instead, I felt pity.

You should know that, in Yang He's view, none of the monks at Hongfu Temple were good people; they were all people who could be shot.

"Jin Chanzi, don't you want to change this world?"

Don't you find it ridiculous?

Yang He continued, "Do you know why the immortals and Buddhas eat you? It's because they cultivate by eating people. If you sacrifice yourself, it will only make the immortals and Buddhas cannibalistic, causing suffering to all living beings in the mortal world."

"The Tang Dynasty has been established for several decades, but what has happened? The population has decreased rather than increased..."

pat.

Yang He's tailbone made a muffled sound, and his skin became translucent. His second heartbeat started again, and someone in the darkness was drawing his yang fire as nourishment.

"Jin Chanzi, besides needing yang fire for your birth, what else is needed?"

Yang He's spine collapsed little by little, his internal organs were failing, and he then realized that the novice monk's body and soul were simply unable to contain Jin Chanzi.

At the same time, the aura of the Ruins subtly affected Yang He.

"Jueming!"

The old monk noticed that Yang He's aura had become weak, so he quickly went forward to check on him. As soon as he touched the latter's body, his bones shattered.

Yang He collapsed to the ground, his breathing almost stopped.

The old monk gave a signal, and two novices immediately prepared to throw Yang He into the iron pot, as they needed a body to boil the wax.

Ahhh! ! !
The moment the novice monk touched Yang He, he let out a shrill scream.

Black fluid seeped from Yang He's pores. The two only touched skin to skin, and within a few breaths, it turned into a puddle of pus.

"A ghost! There's a ghost!!!"

The old monk was terrified and tried to escape the incense-making hall, but soon followed in his footsteps.

As Yang He lay dying, he figured out the three conditions for Tang Sanzang's birth: yang energy, a physical body sufficient to contain the soul, and the ability to resist the aura of the Void.

"I feel there's hope; it shouldn't be a big problem."

As Yang He processed Tang Seng's memories, a sense of admiration began to rise in his heart.

To Tang Sanzang, the world was dark and ruthless, yet deep down he still retained a sliver of kindness.

Yang He even began to understand Tang Sanzang.

Perhaps in Tang Sanzang's eyes, mortals who became food for immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters were the same kind of people as himself, so he always empathized with mortals.

"Since I can save Wukong, I can naturally save you too."

Yang He's life force was cut off, and the incense-making hall collapsed under the erosion of the aura of the void, leaving behind only a pitch-black pit a hundred meters in size.

Your character, the novice monk, has died; the story has ended.

When faced with the death of a monk, Hongfu Temple's first reaction was to suppress the news.

The monk pretended to be nonchalant and continued his work, afraid of affecting the incense offerings, but the aura of the Void could not be hidden from the immortals and Buddhas.

Before long, the gazes of immortals and Buddhas turned toward Hongfu Temple.

Dusk had already fallen over Chang'an, and the streets and alleys were sparsely populated. A hunchbacked old man arrived at the side gate outside Hongfu Temple.

The old man stood in the shadows, staring thoughtfully at the incense-making hall.

"Longevity Immortal, how is it? Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva should have already passed away and his cultivation has vanished, right?"

Shouxian turned his head and saw a young man dressed as a pharmacy apprentice walking slowly towards him. A faint Buddhist light emanated from the back of his head, and he was holding a signature glass leaf in the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

“Kassapa Buddha, it will not benefit you if Yanghe obtains the Bodhisattva status of Ksitigarbha.”

Kassapa Buddha smiled and said, "Do you think it's important? I don't think it's important. Yang He will never be able to monopolize the Ten Incarnations of Golden Cicada."

When mentioning the Tenth Incarnation of Jin Chanzi, his words couldn't help but reveal a deep greed. "Is it possible that my junior brother, the old Taoist, doesn't even think much of the Tenth Incarnation of Jin Chanzi?"

"Then I would definitely not try to steal the Tenth Generation Golden Cicada."

The Immortal of Longevity remained silent. All the immortals and Buddhas believed that Yang He had broken into Hongfu Temple in order to obtain the flesh and blood of the Tenth Incarnation of Jin Chanzi.

Only he felt that the commotion Yang He caused at Hongfu Temple was not simple.

Kassapa Buddha said softly, "Immortal of Longevity, we can actually cooperate. I know you need the flesh of the Tenth Incarnation of Golden Cicada to further enhance your supernatural powers, but that does not conflict with my goals."

"Kassapa Buddha, what do you want?"

"liver."

Shouxian nodded slightly, which was taken as acknowledgment of the cooperation with Kassapa Buddha.

Kasyapa Buddha took a sip of the crystal leaf. "Longevity Immortal, you didn't compete for the Golden Cicada in its previous nine incarnations, so why are you interested now?"

"In my opinion, the great medicine of the first nine lifetimes does more harm than good. The tenth lifetime is the key. Surely you know that?"

“We agree, and it’s very likely that Jin Chanzi won’t have an eleventh incarnation.”

Kassapa Buddha couldn't help but mock, "Jin Chanzi still has the compassion of a woman, and will only end up trapping himself and becoming the great medicine for our cultivation."

"Look, Immortal of Longevity."

Kassapa Buddha pointed to Hongfu Temple, "Jin Chanzi could have chosen a target to reincarnate in the entire city of Chang'an, but he always chose Hongfu Temple. Do you know why?"

"What womanly compassion?"

Kassapa Buddha said in a calm tone: "It is because Hongfu Temple has always had the custom of refining living people into oil that the number of mortals who died in Hongfu Temple in Chang'an City is the largest."

Shouxian looked on incredulously, "Jin Chanzi actually has good intentions?"

"Human nature is inherently good at birth."

As soon as Kassapa Buddha finished speaking, a meteor streaked across the sky.

Shouxian looked up and saw a woman dressed as a Buddha descending upon Chang'an. He immediately recognized her as Jingguang Tathagata.

Kassapa Buddha explained, "The skin of the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi was made by the Medicine Master. Pure Light Tathagata is a disciple of the Medicine Master. This journey is to protect the skin and will not involve the ten incarnations of Jin Chanzi."

He frowned slightly. The disciples of the Seven Sages of Buddhism had no need to eat people. The sages would help them comprehend supernatural powers, and since they were located deep in the sacred mountain, the aura of the Void would not corrode them in the slightest.

The immortals and Buddhas have all become hideous in their true forms, yet the disciples of saints can remain untainted by the mud. It's utterly ridiculous.

Bixiao gently stroked the five-colored cat in her arms, then gave Kasyapa Buddha a cold glance.

Kassapa Buddha suppressed his impatience and respectfully bowed to Bixiao.

Bixiao ignored the Buddha Kassapa. The five-colored cat, carrying a wisp of spiritual light, disappeared into Hongfu Temple and then vanished into the nearby city.

"Shouxian, Amitabha, when the tenth incarnation of Jin Chanzi is born, we will act according to the circumstances."

"can."

With a moment of disorientation, the two transformed back into dazed mortals, leaving Hongfu Temple along with the crowd rushing home to rest.

Unbeknownst to them, all the Corpse Celestial Venerable incarnations scattered throughout the city had completely rotted away.

.........

After finishing his role as a novice monk, Yang He did not stay in the main world for long before entering the world of historical allusions again, this time playing the role of Corpse Celestial Venerable.

He concealed his presence and strolled leisurely through Hongfu Temple.

With a curfew in effect in Chang'an, all the monks of Hongfu Temple had returned to their monasteries, and since immortals and Buddhas never set foot in temples, the place where Tang Sanzang was born was actually the safest place.

Five-colored divine light flashed.

Yang He didn't even need to use his supernatural powers; the five-colored cat brought by Bixiao landed right in front of him.

When the black cat was conferred the title of Buddha Mother Great Bright King Bodhisattva, her true form remained in Yang He's body, but a portion of her five-colored divine light ascended to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, where it was always guarded by Bi Xiao.

Yang He knew that Bi Xiao had intentionally sent the five-colored cat back to him.

There is also a warning that Hongfu Temple is extremely dangerous, but after removing the skin bag from the five-colored cat's stomach, one can naturally escape unscathed.

Meow~~

The black cat landed on my shoulder, curiously examining the five-colored cat.

The five-colored cat has colorful fur, but its intelligence is extremely low. Upon seeing the black cat, it actively approaches it, and then the two Hakimi merge into one.

"My own sister is the most considerate of people."

The Five-Colored Divine Light's cultivation level remained unchanged, but the Nirvana Treasure Light used it to achieve the perfection of a True Immortal.

With a little guidance from Yang He, the Nirvana Treasure Light broke through to the Profound Immortal realm. The two supernatural powers, one primary and one secondary, complemented each other. It was a pity that they did not achieve a trinity, otherwise they could have both broken through to the Golden Immortal realm.

The physical body also fell into his hands. Its exterior was just a thin layer of human skin, without any physical characteristics, and it was impossible to tell which deity or Buddha it came from.

Fortunately, a psychic vision revealed the information.

The physical body of Buddha Shakyamuni

[The physical body left behind by Shakyamuni after his death carries a trace of regret.]

"If Tang Sanzang were to be born through the body of Shakyamuni, even if he did not die, he would still be subject to the constraints of the Pure Land, so it is definitely not possible."

Yang He was sealed in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena, and at this moment, the night rain was pouring down.

It's another grand feast.

Since communicating with Tang Sanzang, Yang He could vaguely sense the latter's emotions, which were becoming noticeably more agitated due to the grand feast.

Even so, Tang Sanzang remained incredibly patient with Yang He.

Yang He gently touched his chest, and a second heartbeat came.

“Jin Chanzi, you can try to be reborn using my body and soul. It’s alright. Don’t worry that I will die.”

My heartbeat quickened slightly, then quickly subsided.

"It seems a bit of a stretch, but the Yang Fire should be enough."

Yang He summoned the Precious Bone Mausoleum, and piles of human-faced peaches disappeared into the ground, quickly forming a life-giving stump specifically for replenishing Yang Fire.

"Give it a try, Tang Sanzang... Brother Jin Chanzi."

boom.

Yang He gritted his teeth, his bones cracking under the strain, his yang energy rapidly draining away, only to be replenished by the human-faced peaches.

Bang bang bang.

Flesh and bones began to collapse, and limbs shattered into dust.

Black spots also spread on the Myriad Transformations Tree. The Three-Legged Cauldron and the Eight Trigrams Furnace had no time to digest the Return to Nothingness aura, which directly gushed out from Yang He's mouth and nose.

The aura of the Ruins spread out.

Tang Sanzang appears to have suffered a severe blow, which has affected all the monks in Chang'an.

Many monks coughed up blood and aged more than ten years in an instant. The ground of Hongfu Temple rotted, and one could vaguely see a large magic array set up by immortals and Buddhas around the temple, which was being eroded by the aura of the Void.

Before the situation could spiral out of control, the supernatural powers of several immortals and Buddhas intervened at Hongfu Temple.

The aura of the Void dissipated completely, and Tang Sanzang's backlash no longer worsened.

"Ugh."

The lament was not for Yang He, but for the thousands of monks at Hongfu Temple who had been influenced by Tang Sanzang.

Yang He was covered in wounds, his limbs had grown back, and despite the pain, his face showed a thoughtful expression.

"Jin Chanzi".

"Since the immortals and Buddhas will protect you."

Yang He licked his lips and said, "I will help you be born, and you will help me transform and merge."

Tang Sanzang expressed his doubts.

"The fusion of incarnations is a supernatural power I cultivate. It requires experiencing great terror, but once mastered, it will definitely meet your conditions for being born into this world."

Yang He thought that since the role he had always been wary of had become deeply integrated, he might as well take this opportunity to make all the immortals and Buddhas in the world pay for his actions.

The three roles of Ghost True Lord are combined into one, the two roles of Corpse Heavenly Venerable are combined into one, the two roles of Myriad Transformations Dojo are combined into one, and the role of Immaculate Buddha...

Ten roles combined into one.

When all the immortal bodies are fused into one, the true body can give up a portion of its flesh and blood to give birth to the Golden Cicada.

(End of this chapter)