Mythology

Chapter 504 After devouring two million people, I, Huang Mei, became a Buddha.
Seeing the disbelief in the white deer demon's expression before its death, Yang He realized that the creature did indeed recognize him and that he hadn't killed the wrong person.

However, the commotion was still too great. The foul-smelling deer blood, shattered organs, and mangled bone and flesh fragments... splashed out like a sudden rain, covering all the demon kings!
In an instant, the entire grotto fell into utter silence.

All the demon kings, including the supreme Linggan King, were stunned by Yang He's sudden and decisive killing, and did not even bother to investigate why Yang He had appeared here.

"You...you deserve to die!!!"

Xiongshanjun let out a deafening roar, its rotting belly contracted violently, and its sharp claws dug into the ground, plowing out deep furrows.

Before they could get close, the Special Envoy subtly stopped Xiong Shanjun, while also giving General Yin a warning out of the corner of his eye, telling them not to make a rash move.

The spider demon retreated to a corner and began to spit out silk threads to form an array.

Yang He smiled without saying a word, and took away the white deer demon's corpse in front of all the demon kings. If it was really related to the Immortal of Longevity, well, it should also have a celestial position in the Heavenly Court. Even a small contribution is better than nothing.

Lady Diyong stared at Yang He, a deep sense of dread rising in her heart.

From the very beginning, the demon kings were apprehensive about contacting Yang He. After all, although they were all demon kings, their origins were different. This demon had once been a disciple of one of the Seven Sages of Buddhism.

"Why did you kill him? Tell me."

The head of the King of Inspiration peeked out from the shadows, and the dragon's face suddenly became clear.

All the demon kings were so frightened that they took several steps back.

What a furious and ferocious expression the Great King of Inspiration had! His red hair danced wildly without wind, his golden and red scales clanged, and his demonic aura shone with a dreamlike brilliance.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, spare us! It's none of our business!!"

Benboerba and Baboerben were so terrified that they immediately knelt down with a thud.

They were the guides who came to help Yang He surrender. The two demons wished they could disappear into the ground immediately, cursing Yang He a thousand times in their hearts.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Yang He frowned slightly and turned to look at the cave entrance.

The spiritual vision began to grow irregularly, accompanied by rustling sounds and dull footsteps echoing in the demon's cave.

Lady Diyong licked her lips, feeling increasingly irritated.

The footsteps sounded unusually uncoordinated, as if the other person's leg joints were bent in the opposite direction, or as if they were composed of mismatched limbs.

The demon kings felt their scalps tingle and didn't even care about Yang He's threat.

They had already walked within a hundred meters when a shadow stretched out at the entrance, and then a hunched, strange silhouette slowly appeared.

Yang He noticed that the King of Inspiration seemed to recognize the identity of the discoverer.

A faint murmur could be heard: "Matchmaker."

Yang He muttered to himself a few times. The first thing he saw was a matchmaker wearing a brightly colored, tattered wedding dress. Her long, narrow neck supported an earthenware jar with the word "matchmaker" on it. The jar was tilted slightly, as if she were surveying her surroundings.

After a brief pause, the matchmaker continued walking.

Wherever it passed, ripples spread around it, and a dense network of blood vessels proliferated wildly on the fleshy rock walls, writhing and spreading like living things, emitting a strong, sweet, and fishy smell.

Yang He's gaze lingered on the earthen pot, where another monster resembling the Great Agricultural Bureau was located.

All the demon kings paused, staring intently at the uninvited guest.

The matchmaker ignored him and walked straight up to Yang He with a stiff posture, extending her right arm, which only had an index finger left, as if she wanted to touch him.

"roll!!!"

Yang He had no intention of hiding his abilities. In the world of demons, the strong prey on the weak, and if he wanted to cooperate with the demon kings, he could not back down even a step.

A third arm sprouted from his ribs and pierced through the matchmaker's chest in an instant.

puff!

The arm passed right through the wedding dress, leaving behind a few wisps of dark, blackened, fluffy material and half a rotten spine.

However, the matchmaker's hunched figure only swayed slightly.

Without uttering a sound of pain, and without even shaking the earthenware pot, it remained slightly tilted, watching Yang He intently, with a large amount of fluffy material in the wound trying to wrap around Yang He's arm.

Yang He's eyes flashed even colder, and the arm piercing through his chest trembled, unleashing a burst of powerful demonic energy that instantly dispersed the fluffy material.

At the same moment that it was pulled out, its original right arm mutated and swelled again, its five fingers joined together like knives, and with a speed beyond visual perception, it stabbed straight at the matchmaker's earthen pot!

Snap!!!

A crisp, heart-stopping cracking sound rang out.

The seemingly solid earthenware pot shattered into countless fragments under Yang He's powerful strike, just like a piece of inferior pottery!
The jar broke.

But... it was completely empty.

"Hee hee hee."

The woman's soft laughter echoed, the sound coming from deep within the matchmaker's neck. Not long after, a second earthenware pot with the character "matchmaker" slowly grew out.

Yang He pulled his arm back, only to feel a tightness in his wrist.

Looking down, I saw invisible blood vessels wrapped around my wrist. Although they were not physical, they gave me a cold feeling of binding. The other end seemed to connect to the end of the Mother-Child River.

"Hee hee hee."

The laughter from the earthen pot grew louder and louder, its tone exactly the same as that of the earthen pot from the Great Agricultural Office.

"The Land of Women, with red veils."

"Groom, choose the fat and lean ones."

"Tear off a leg, gouge out an eye."

"Piecing things together for the wedding night..."

The eerie nursery rhyme has a cheerful rhythm, but the words are filled with cold malice, seemingly hinting at the shady dealings in the bride selection process in the Kingdom of Women, where none of the brides in the jars met a good end.

The matchmaker's figure suddenly disappeared, vanishing into the waves invisible to the naked eye.

The veins on Yang He's wrist disappeared, leaving only a red mark from the strap.

He heard the Inspiration King's telepathic message: "I never expected that a second demon could enter the sight of the Women's Kingdom. Stone Demon, you have no choice but to go to the Abortion Spring."

Yang He noticed that Linggan Dawang's left arm, which he deliberately hid behind his back, also had marks, indicating that the latter had also been in contact with matchmakers.

The King of Inspiration continued to transmit his message: "Wait a moment, and you'll know what it feels like to be targeted by the Women's Kingdom."

Yang He had already guessed what Linggan Dawang was up to. "So you have to go to the end of the Zimu River, and you're using the excuse of Tang Sanzang's flesh to recruit demons to go with you?"

"The flesh of Tang Sanzang is real, and besides, we can no longer leave the Mother-Child River, so why not cooperate for mutual benefit?"

As if afraid that Yang He would not believe him, the Great King of Inspiration added: "I once met Tang Sanzang and his disciples. According to Tang Sanzang, he wanted to benefit all living beings with his own flesh and blood."

Yang He was speechless. It was indeed something Tang Sanzang would do, but why didn't Sun Wukong stop him? And before the character fusion, Sha Wujing couldn't play the role; was there some other reason?
He pondered for a moment, then replied telepathically, "Okay."

"What's your name, fellow Daoist?"

"Yellow Eyebrows".

After the human and the demon finished their secret exchange, before the other demon kings could react, King Linggan spoke up, "The white deer is the mount of the Immortal of Longevity. It was something I planned with Fellow Daoist Huangmei beforehand, but I didn't expect the matchmaker to interfere." King Linggan clearly knew the white deer demon's identity; it was kept alive to deceive the immortals and Buddhas.

Yang He was caught off guard by the killing of the white deer demon, but it was not unacceptable. It just meant that they had to move their journey to the end of the Mother-Child River ahead of schedule.

The demon kings were all stunned; the development of events was truly...unpredictable.

The Great King of Inspiration didn't explain much, saying that the matchmaker's silk thread had bound Yang He, and he had no choice but to go to the end of the Mother-Child River, even if he didn't want to. Compared to the other demon kings, Yang He's strength was more reliable.

"King of Inspiration, how do we reach the end of the Mother-Child River?"

"Let's wait for the immortals and Buddhas to set off; they know more about it than I do."

Yang He and Linggan Dawang seemed like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. Yang He waved his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Linggan, may I borrow a cave dwelling to cultivate in?"

"Of course, Fellow Daoist Huangmei can choose whatever he wants."

Suddenly, the King of Inspiration remembered something. "Yellow Eyebrows, how about some blood food?"

The demon kings looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never seen the Great King of Inspiration so eager to please. After all, the production of blood food was limited, and he had always monopolized more than 60% of it, with the other demon kings sharing the remaining 40%.

"Oh?"

The Great King of Inspiration patiently explained, “Fellow Daoist Huangmei, you may have found blood food to be filthy because you followed the saints in your cultivation before, but you can rest assured that the blood food here is all nurtured by the Mother and Child River.”

Xiong Shanjun said in a deep voice from the side, "Yes, yes, it tastes bland, it's not tasty..."

Special Envoy quickly stopped Lord Xiong Shan. Buddhism is notoriously hypocritical. While they do eat blood offerings, they also enjoy the karmic fire generated after the death of mortals, and at the same time, they forbid killing.

He didn't want to offend Huang Mei for no reason. Judging from Linggan Dawang's attitude, Huang Mei's background was probably far beyond that of ordinary immortals and Buddhas.

Yang He licked his lips. The power he had gained from absorbing hundreds of thousands of heads while playing Huang Mei last time was obvious to all.

Now that the Heavenly Demon Body has advanced further, theoretically, one shouldn't fear backlash even if one eats more.

But he felt that the upheaval in the Women's Kingdom would only last a few days, and the production of a few thousand little demons wouldn't even be enough to fill his teeth.

"Brother Linggan, could you elaborate on the extraction of blood food?"

"Brother Huangmei was originally interested."

King Linggan laughed heartily, “Blood food grows in mountains and rivers and can be found everywhere. It just so happens that the area 300 meters below our cave is a top-quality mine. Brother Huangmei can give it a try.”

Yang He casually picked up a white bone, and after absorbing it completely, the bone turned to ashes.

The pupil ghost and the Nuoxiang ghost that make up the demon body have a slight improvement, which is not as good as a normal mortal, but they have the advantage of not having any psychological burden.

Lady Earth Surge never withdrew her supernatural powers and noticed Yang He's changes.

"King Yellow Eyebrows, you...you have never eaten blood before?"

Upon hearing this, the demon kings looked at Yang He in disbelief. What demon could resist its appetite? Blood sacrifice was more harmful than beneficial.

"That's it."

Yang He was too lazy to waste any more words with them. "Brother Linggan, then I won't stand on ceremony. It won't affect your share of blood food, but you can eat as much as you can from now on."

"Yes, we are just passing through the Zimu River."

Yang He nodded to the Great King of Inspiration, then ignored the gazes of the other demon kings, turned and disappeared into a secluded side path, vanishing into the tunnel.

After a long silence, the spider demon finally spoke.

"Does he think he's superior? He wants all the food and blood himself..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mountain range suddenly began to tremble.

Even the two demon kings, Benboerba and his companion, had already become immortals, and their divine senses easily passed through the rock wall to see Yang He sitting cross-legged.

Xiong Shanjun was a beat slow to react, still pondering why Yang He had never eaten human flesh. "Perhaps he was truly compassionate. He had heard that not all Buddhist monks were fake; wasn't that Tang Sanzang just like that?"

"Junior Brother Xiong, don't talk nonsense! He... he could never be compassionate!!!"

Special Envoy's words were filled with fear, because Yang He's appearance had changed drastically.

The patterns of the Nuo flags that make up the face recombine and coalesce into a bizarre character "砩"! It doesn't reveal a dignified and solemn appearance, but rather an evil aura.

Yang He's skin immediately turned a cold, hard, bluish-gray stone-like luster, and his joints made a sound like rocks rubbing together. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a stone Buddha!
Then, a horrifying scene unfolded.

Countless fine cracks began to appear on Yang He's body. Then, pieces of flesh peeled off on their own, but in the instant they left his body, limbs grew back, transforming into numerous arhats about an inch in size!

Arhats, wielding various bone artifacts, frantically pounced on the rock wall and began to devour it!
After Yang He's ribs were turned into artifacts, his exposed internal organs grew in the wind, forming bodhisattvas wearing eleven human skin robes. They all removed Yang He's spine and refined it into artifacts.

The Bodhisattva's hands form mudras, and the objects emit a corrosive Buddhist light.

The rock face in the area illuminated melted away like snow in spring.

Yang He's blood, which flowed continuously, dripped onto the ground, giving rise to countless novice monks who helped the Arhats and Bodhisattvas carry the blood offerings.

Such supernatural power sent chills down the spines of all the demon kings.

Demons and monsters never transform themselves into Buddhas.

The same thought arose in their minds: the Yellow-Eyebrowed King was not only an anomaly among demons, but also among immortals and Buddhas.

If I keep eating, will I become a Buddha as a demon?

Yang He began absorbing blood, but actually using the Immortal Transformation Technique was definitely not as easy as it seemed.

Buddhist disciples and grandchildren all want to turn against themselves, so the power of supernatural abilities must be continuously increased, otherwise the balance will definitely be broken.

Yang He was also very curious about how much blood food the new Heavenly Demon Body could consume.

Is it comparable to the Primordial Golden Immortal?

In a short time, the demon cave had sunk four meters. Yang He devoured the rich minerals of the flesh and blood mountain range with terrifying efficiency that was almost predatory, and continued to expand unsatisfied.

The sounds of chewing overwhelmed the clanging of metal and stone, growing increasingly intense throughout the mountainside.

All the demon kings watched this unbelievable scene and felt a chill run down their spines. Their fear was not because Yang He was recklessly carving up blood food.

Anyway, the blood offerings also belong to the Mother and Child River, and once they leave, they are just fleeting memories.

The fear stemmed from Yang He's appetite.

Based on the current trend, Yang He's first blood meal will consume at least two million people. If he can't control himself after tasting meat, he could eat the entire human race to extinction in the present world.

And isn't Yang He afraid that if he eats too much blood food, he will eventually be unable to leave the Women's Kingdom?
A deep sense of apprehension flickered across the Great King of Inspiration's brow. Yang He's impression of him had been completely reversed. He had initially thought the Great King was a pure-hearted Buddhist demon cultivator, but now it seemed...

He's clearly a lunatic at heart.

Yang He ate with increasing gusto, and his cannibalistic cultivation gradually manifested in his demonic body, even if only temporarily, leaving him unable to extricate himself from it.

At the same time, the sound of pattering rain gradually came from outside the cave.

After three days of fine drizzle, a thick fog followed.

What appears to be just a normal weather change actually affects the upstream and downstream of the Zimu River, and even the present-day Daughter Kingdom is not immune.

(End of this chapter)