Mythology

Chapter 507 The Great and Wonderful Method of Acquired Wisdom

The girl's stitched eyes revealed a sense of relief, while under her clothes, there were also shocking stitching marks on her limbs and abdomen.

The body had been dead for countless years; it was simply brought to Yang He by the bride in the jar.

"I'm in the jar too..."

Yang He looked down at his protective aura, riddled with holes. Through the cracks, he could see that the scarlet flesh and blood pupils were constantly writhing.

The protective aura would have completely collapsed at the slightest difference.

However, Yang He felt that the bride in the jar had no ill intentions towards him, and her every move seemed to be deliberately... guiding him.

Perhaps the bride in the jar was willing to communicate with him not only because of the Tang Monk's flesh, but also because she believed they were of the same kind and might be the key to breaking the deadlock.

"What just happened could very well be a repeat of history."

Yang He gazed out the window at the bizarre sight of earthen pots scattered along the upper reaches of the Zimu River, making it hard to imagine the devastation that had once taken place there.

He removed the earthen jar from his head and noticed that if the view was not through the cracks in the jar, the girl's corpse would appear several times more grotesque, and it would be impossible to tell whether it was human or not with the naked eye.

Seeing this, Yang He simply kept wearing it.

While I am currently said to be in the Zimu River, it is actually more like a Taoist temple called the Daughter Kingdom. The Zimu River and the Abortion Spring may have become the celestial palace of the Taoist temple.

"Will..."

Yang He held the earthen jar and wondered, "Could it be that the world seen by the bride in the jar is so distorted that it created the bizarre and inexplicable Kingdom of Women?"

"How can a child who has lived in a jar since birth have normal cognitive abilities?"

Yang He examined the girl's body and found clues that fully confirmed his guess: there was a book in the body's arms.

The book has an unusually soft texture and is covered with dense wrinkles and hair, clearly indicating that the material was taken from the skin of a living person.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine; the other girls' corpses also had several pieces of paper with a similar material.

The paper on human skin records a supernatural power with an extremely bizarre method of cultivation, which may have originated from the Tantric school of Buddhism.

The Great and Wonderful Method of Acquired Wisdom

Normally, supernatural powers have extremely strict entry requirements.

The method of cultivating wisdom after birth is different. To enter the practice, one only needs to remove all one's own organs and then place them in an earthen pot to maintain life.

As one's cultivation deepens, one can gradually begin to fill the physical body.

This supernatural power in Tantric Buddhism imitates the growth of an infant in a palace, creating a new body after birth. When the supernatural power is perfected, one can obtain an acquired immortal body.

"Once the internal organs are filled, the person in the jar can reveal most of their body, and then their facial features. This shows that the Women's Kingdom selects its queen through a wonderful method of acquired wisdom."

Yang He's expression was complicated. He realized that the reason the Bride in the Jar killed the little girls was to free them and become the only perfect candidate, which led to the fall of the Women's Kingdom.

“The great and wonderful methods of acquired wisdom are not useless to me.”

He carefully perused the contents of the supernatural powers and realized that he could cultivate them.

To be precise, King Huangmei can use this to transplant organs and temporarily complete his Immortal Transformation Technique. Although it is difficult to change the fact that this permanent character is only available once, his strength to overturn the table will be greatly increased.

"Give it a try. Next, I need... more limbs."

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, he realized he had been too focused and had spoken out of turn. Immediately afterward, his spiritual vision surged without warning.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
A series of extremely heavy footsteps came from outside the hall.

Yang He's first thought was that the bride in the jar had returned to the side hall, but he quickly realized something was wrong; the shadow cast on the ground was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

The stench of blood was overwhelming, accompanied by a suffocating sense of oppression.

He couldn't tell from which direction the sound was coming from, as if the other person had appeared out of thin air.

Just as Yang He retreated to the window, a huge creature arrived at the door frame. Its bulky body was panting after only a few steps.

This was the first time Yang He had met him, but some fragments of memories surfaced in his mind.

He seemed to overlap with the girl who hid in the earthen pot back then.

“Mother…”

The Mother of Compassion is a humanoid monster whose size almost fills the corridor, but it is not made of flesh and bones, but rather of countless loose, wrinkled layers of aged skin.

His skin was a dull gray color, covered with age spots and winding blue veins.

What Yang He was most concerned about was that the loving mother had a pair of arms growing from her back, and the arms looked perfectly normal compared to the rest of her body.

With fair skin and long, slender fingers, she was carefully holding an earthenware pot.

A faded yellow paper was pasted on the earthenware pot, with shocking large characters written on it.

'mother'

Yang He knew that all the monsters in the Women's Kingdom, including the Grand Agriculture Bureau, the Boss, and the Compassionate Mother, were evolved from the Dojo, and their essence came from the distorted cognition of the Bride in the Jar.

The Grand Minister of Agriculture was an official serving in the royal palace, the Chief Minister was a patrolling guard, and the Compassionate Mother was an ordinary maid responsible for taking care of young girls.

thump.

The loving mother stopped.

Yang He felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Although the Cimu's aura was only around that of a Golden Immortal, within the Daughter Kingdom's Daoist temple, her strength would not be weaker than that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Moreover, it's highly likely that all monsters are immortal.

thump.

The loving mother stopped at the entrance of the side hall, her cloudy gaze seemingly falling on Yang He, or more accurately, on the crooked earthen pot above his head, her eyes full of love.

Perhaps in the daily suffering of the bride in the jar, the old maid's pity was the only warmth she could feel.

The loving mother slowly raised the earthenware pot above her head with both arms.

Then, tilt it.

Crash.

In an instant, a large number of bizarre limbs poured out like garbage from a can, piling up on the ground to form a small mountain!
It has claws covered in scales, hooves covered in pustules, segmented insect legs, and even faintly recognizable hands and feet of the Buddha.

Without exception, the cuts on these limbs were extremely fresh, the muscles were still twitching, and blood was gushing out, clearly indicating that they had been torn off not long ago.

The loving mother stood there quietly, tilting her head and smiling.

Then, he said haltingly, "Take...take the little girl...away."

Yang He's lips twitched, and after a few moments of hesitation, he nodded and said, "I'll try my best."

Upon seeing Yang He agree, the loving mother left the side hall without looking back, disappearing into the Women's Kingdom as soon as she crossed the corridor.

Yang He swept his hands over the body, leaving no one untouched except for the two Hunyuan Golden Immortals.

He gazed at the turbulent undercurrents of the Women's Kingdom, then at the pile of bloodied limbs on the ground, and without further hesitation, sat down cross-legged.

At that moment, the voice of Qingling Tianjun rang in his ears.

"Fellow Daoist Huangmei, come quickly to my palace and help me refine the Mother-Child River."

The sleeping quarters were located behind the palace, where the most earthen jars were piled up, causing most of the buildings to collapse and the interiors to be filled with earthen jars.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. Qingling Tianjun sounded somewhat anxious. Fortunately, he was still restricted by the Women's Kingdom and had not discovered the attitude of the bride in the jar. Otherwise, he would definitely have been wary.

"going or not?"

Yang Li clearly understood his thoughts, "Of course I have to go, otherwise I shouldn't even think about getting involved with the Mother-Child River. The Women's Kingdom is at least half my home ground."

The bride in the jar is very strong; even Yang He wasn't confident he could defeat her.

But they are no match for the Primordial Golden Immortal.

Yang He couldn't afford to be complacent when snatching food from a tiger's mouth. He immediately followed the instructions of the Great Wonderful Method of Acquired Wisdom and forced out a drop of marrow blood from his fingertip.

The marrow and blood were suspended in mid-air, and even though they had just left the body, they already showed signs of transforming into demons.

This shows just how extreme King Yellow Eyebrows' current state is. "Photograph."

The blood and marrow dripped down, spreading and gradually seeping into all the limbs.

Yang He grunted, chanting intricate Sanskrit while communicating with the Immaculate Buddha, and a brilliant Buddhist light emanated from between his brows.

The progress of cultivating the great and wondrous Dharma of acquired wisdom greatly increased.

"Fellow Daoist Huangmei, are you... in trouble?"

"I am waiting for you. There will be no demons or evil spirits to hinder you on the journey. Set off as soon as possible!!"

Yang He continued to refine his marrow and blood, a faint flame enveloping his limbs, which gradually transformed into blood streaks of different colors as the burning intensified.

He did not follow the steps of the Great Dharma of Acquired Wisdom, and there was definitely not enough time. He could only take the shortcut by relying on the Immaculate Buddha.

The Heavenly Lord Qingling's telepathic message turned cold: "Fellow Daoist Huangmei, I know where you are."

Click click click.

"Fellow Daoist Huangmei, what...what are you doing?!"

Yang He cursed under his breath as his limbs completely turned to ashes, and the blood vessels gathered into a torrent, which then began to exude the aura of a powerful ghost.

Before long, colorful cartilage appeared in front of me.

Yang He opened his mouth and inhaled sharply!
call.

The cartilage was embedded in the body.

In an instant, the protective aura around Yang He's body trembled violently, crimson flesh writhed beneath his skin, and cracks spread across every inch of his body.

It is unclear whether the great and wondrous methods of acquired wisdom have been successfully mastered.

However, Yang He's communication with the permanent characters through the Immortal Transformation Technique did become clearer, at the cost that their true demonic forms were probably even more indescribable.

"Yellow Eyebrows!!"

The Azure Spirit Heavenly Lord was no longer transmitting thoughts, but speaking in a clear and tangible voice.

Yang He glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed an extra head outside the side hall. The head of Qingling Tianjun was connected by blood vessels, and the other end was far away in the palace.

He could tell that Qingling Tianjun was not in a good state; he seemed extremely excited.

Yang He didn't give Qingling Tianjun a chance to make trouble and spoke first: "Tianjun, I lost control of my body and soul and temporarily went into seclusion here. I only recently stabilized myself and I have inadvertently neglected you."

"Oh?"

Qingling Tianjun looked at Yang He suspiciously.

Although Yang He acted as if everything was true, for some reason, Qingling Tianjun always felt that this demon was sealed within him, something that even made him, a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, wary.

But... it doesn't matter, that's what he values ​​anyway.

"Thank you for your concern, Heavenly Lord. This minor incident will not hinder your important matters."

Qingling Tianjun gave Yang He a deep look, his cloudy eyes darting around, his blood vessels constricting slowly. "Come with me."

Yang He stepped forward to follow, and several pairs of eyes swept over him.

The immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters were all severely injured by the attack of the compassionate mother, so they naturally could not show themselves and easily passed through the long-abandoned corridor.

When Yang He arrived at the palace, the first thing he saw was two corpses.

The chief of the agricultural bureau lay in the corner, his face unrecognizable, his injuries torn from the inside out, a testament to Qingling Tianjun's ruthlessness.

The corpse twitched slightly, but could not come back to life.

Yang He's prediction was correct; the Primordial Golden Immortal was indeed no match for the Bride in the Jar. The Grand Agriculture Department and the boss were probably just testing the waters.

What is a Primordial Golden Immortal?

After the supernatural power merges with the body and soul, it undergoes a second transformation, reaching a level where the skill is close to the Dao. Simply put, the supernatural power is approaching the Dao of Heaven.

Even if Yang He were to descend in his true form, he wouldn't dare say he could close the gap.

He looked around. This place was less like a palace and more like a storeroom for earthenware pots. The original furniture had long been buried and disappeared, with only a clearing in the central area.

Qingling Tianjun stood there, his Daoist robes already stained red with blood.

Upon seeing Yang He arrive, the excitement between his brows subsided somewhat.

Qingling Tianjun flicked the blood from his fingertips, making his Daoist robe spotless. "Fellow Daoist Huangmei, I have traveled back and forth to the upper reaches of the Zimu River, slaughtering people two or three hundred times before I found a single flaw."

His tone was indifferent, as if the impatient telepathic message he had just sent had nothing to do with him.

"Heavenly Lord, even you, a Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos, cannot refine the Mother-Child River. Why do you need a demon like me to lend a hand? Is there some special reason behind this?"

Qingling Tianjun did not reply, but changed the subject and asked, "Are you sure your body and soul are safe? Refining the Mother-Child River cannot tolerate the slightest mistake. If you are not strong enough, it is still not too late to withdraw now."

He patted Yang He on the shoulder, and a spiritual light seemed to cling to his skin.

What appears to be well-intentioned advice is actually a sign that Yang Hezhen intends to back down, and Qingling Tianjun will immediately turn on him.

Yang He nodded slightly, his words revealing no emotion: "Rest assured, Heavenly Lord, Huang Mei has already agreed and will know what he's doing."

"it is good."

Qingling Tianjun asked no more questions and turned to walk towards the courtyard outside the palace.

"The flaw in the Zimu River lies there."

As he spoke, he drew a whisk from his waist, but not to target the so-called flaw; instead, he stuck the white whisk's whisk into an earthenware jar.

boom.

The earthenware pot shattered into pieces, and minced meat splattered everywhere.

With a wave of his hand, Qingling Tianjun destroyed the bride's incarnation in the jar.

“Fellow Daoist Huangmei, every Daoist temple has a lifeline, and the lifeline of the Zimu River is right here.”

He came to a well.

The well was covered by a dark blue-green boulder, making it appear quite ordinary.

Fragments of memory flashed through Yang He's mind: an old maid leading a little girl hurriedly to the side of the palace. The area was brightly lit, and groups of guards with torches were searching for the two.

The old maid made a shushing gesture and hid the girl in the dried-up well.

Yang He faintly heard the old maid say softly, "Nannan, you hide here. I'll lure them away. Remember, come out in three days and leave the palace following the path I told you!"

The fragmented memories are scattered and incomplete; the next scene shows the old maid being hanged.

Qingling Tianjun flicked his whisk again, and the boulder was forcibly moved aside, revealing an extremely deep well below.

Yang He's thoughts were interrupted as he stared intently at Qingling Tianjun's back.

Just as the wellhead was exposed.

Buzz buzz buzz! ! !
The entire palace, no, the entire palace of the Queen of the Women's Kingdom, and even all the earthen pots within sight, began to shake violently!

Countless earthenware jars collided with each other, producing a dense, rain-like knocking sound, as if something had been awakened and was trying to break free from inside!

Yang He regrets that he doesn't have a spot for a regular role.

However, as long as a trace of one's soul energy is integrated into the Mother-Child River, obtaining the Mother-Child River should not be a problem once the story ends.

Yang He was already prepared, and even considered bringing in Vairocana Buddha to drive away the wolf and devour the tiger.

"Fellow Daoist Huangmei."

Qingling Tianjun said impatiently, "I have half a Corpse Heavenly Venerable, and I plan to refine him into the Mother-Child River. How confident do you think I am?"

"kindness?"

(End of this chapter)