Mythology

Chapter 522 Yang Jian's Conversion to Buddhism

Some villagers noticed the strange expression on the disabled child's face in the wooden tub, but they didn't pay any attention and simply moved it to the shade of a tree.

Yang He clung to life, but the smile on his lips grew increasingly difficult to suppress.

Just kidding, five saints have created a training ground for me. If nothing unexpected happens, I can go even further after deep integration.

He vaguely sensed that the area of ​​the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field had expanded at least three times.

Perhaps when the immortals and Buddhas separated their dojos, none of the five saints' dojos were put into the Void, but were left to be refined into the Myriad Transformations Heaven Dojo.

"Cough cough cough."

Yang He coughed violently; he was currently in a very weak state.

The deep fusion of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King involved nearly twenty characters, causing Yang He's body and soul to be on the verge of going out of control, and he could only maintain the appearance of a ten-year-old, and his limbs could not grow back.

It should be noted that Yang He possesses the Innate Corpse Qi Body and the Innate Earthly Treasury Ghost Body, in addition to the cultivation of a Primordial Golden Immortal. Even a wisp of his soul or a drop of his blood can restore his true form to its peak.

Now, however, he is stuck in an awkward situation where he cannot move.

"But at least they didn't waste their trump cards. If the Five Saints think they can take over the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field with a clear conscience, hehe, I will make you pay the price next."

Yang He's decision to go to the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dojo in his true form was definitely a gamble, and he was even prepared for the Five Saints to notice something amiss.

If any unexpected events occur, he plans to directly carry out a deep fusion of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Even if the two types of deep integration were carried out simultaneously, the Five Saints would not be able to handle it.

As it turns out, Yang He seized the only opportunity to break into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. Once his body and soul are healed, he should be able to restore communication with the Myriad Transformations Tree and still have a chance to counter the Five Saints.

"I just don't know how long the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's deep fusion will take."

Yang He is now worse off than an ordinary mortal. His internal organs are throbbing with pain, and he can only lie motionless in the wooden basin pretending to be dead.

Fortunately, the connection between the true form and the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field still exists.

Even though Yang He couldn't use his two supernatural powers, a faint yin energy still actively flowed into his body, so he could survive for a long time even without the villagers providing food.

At this moment, the village chief walked unsteadily to the shade of the tree.

"Eat up, baby, and don't blame us after you die."

The village chief sat beside the wooden basin, feeding Yang He a mixture of coarse, moldy dry rations and well water, muttering about his fear of Lion Camel Ridge.

Yang He learned that Lion Camel Ridge had divided its population into different areas.

The people of Xinghua Village have lived in Suliang Mountain for generations, passively accepting their fate as food for demons. Demons regularly collect young boys and girls, and occasionally allow mortals to reproduce every ten or twenty years.

Yang He observed the village chief up close. His cloudy eyes made his vision extremely blurry, but his spiritual vision was still working with difficulty.

He discovered that the village chief had three yin flames on his head and shoulders.

The mortals in the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple all have this kind of constitution, seemingly transformed from the remnants of souls from the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring. The five Buddhist saints clearly put a lot of effort into building the Daoist Temple.

Yang Tong realized something was wrong with the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple. According to the village chief, Xinghua Village had been in the area for at least one or two hundred years.

Either the mortals' memories are faulty, or the flow of time in the temple is malfunctioning.

"It must be the flow of time. It takes tens of millions of years for a vast world to evolve, so this saves me a lot of trouble..."

As Yang He pondered, his eyelids trembled incessantly, and his thoughts became fragmented.

The downside of a weakened body and soul is deep sleep, with a constant stream of bird and beast cries in the mind, and consciousness on the verge of collapse.

Yang Heyi was in a daze, and two or three months had passed when he regained consciousness.

The seasons change in the mountains, but nothing else changes. The fact that Lion Camel Ridge keeps ordinary people at home also prevents wild animals from attacking the village.

Yang He forced his eyes open, his vision deteriorating further.

I could barely hear the sound of suona horns playing, and it seemed that a funeral was being held in the village. I listened carefully and learned that the village chief had died of illness not long ago.

The body had just been buried, and the villagers were busy taking turns guarding the grave, paying no attention to Yang He at all. The wooden basin was simply discarded in the southwest corner.

"It's better to forget about me; at least I won't be dragged out to take the fall all the time."

Yang He couldn't resist the drowsiness, and eventually his consciousness was swallowed up by the endless darkness. The intervals between waking up became longer and longer, and his perception became blurred.

Spring comes and autumn goes, and the villagers have long been numb to the unchanging routine.

Some people recall the fool, but it's just idle gossip over tea. Some say the fool was eaten by the cave master of Lion Camel Ridge, while others say he died in the last cold winter.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yanghe was hidden by dense weeds, and few people passed by the back mountain.

It is unknown whether the fire was accidentally started on the back mountain of the village. One day, a fire crackled and burned continuously, with the weeds growing together and the flames shooting into the sky.

Yang He regained some consciousness and realized he was still in the wooden tub.

The flames made her flesh sizzle, but fortunately, her immortal body had recovered somewhat, and the injury was not fatal; it was just a hot spot.

Yang He did not overcome the backlash brought about by the deep integration.

His body and soul were even more incomplete; not only did he fail to grow limbs, but his facial features were also severely missing and distorted.

The burns caused numerous scars to appear on the skin.

Its appearance became increasingly ferocious and terrifying.

The wildfire lasted for three days before it was finally extinguished. When the villagers stepped onto the back of the mountain, they noticed Yang He, who was completely unharmed, and couldn't help but look at him with astonishment.

"That thing... is it still alive?"

"Could he be the offspring of a demon? The fool was clearly not born to anyone from our village, and he has unusual features from birth. He must be related to a demon."

"You... watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships!"

"Stay away from it, it's bad luck to look at!"

As the villagers' gossip gradually subsided, Yang He was once again plunged into darkness.

Six months later, a landslide triggered by heavy rain buried him completely underground, and the rumors about the mentally challenged boy became increasingly bizarre.

Then another thirty years passed.

The scorched hillside was covered with vegetation again, Yang He's grave trembled slightly, and the surrounding yin energy became even stronger.

At the end of the deep integration, Yang He's body and soul were nourished by the gentle stream of feedback.

His current state is like a sponge; even the slightest nourishment can stimulate his body and soul, and both of his supernatural abilities show signs of revival.

Yang He only received the Daoist lineage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal; he didn't know how to cultivate beyond that.

Quasi-saint.

If the cultivation of a Quasi-Saint were traceable, the Three Realms wouldn't have suffered for tens of thousands of years to become a Saint. He even suspected that there were no steps to becoming a Saint at all.

However, with the feedback from the deep integration, Yang He could still feel that his foundation was slowly growing and his supernatural abilities were making significant progress.

Perhaps becoming a saint is like building a skyscraper from scratch; no one knows how many bricks it will take to build it, all you can do is take it one step at a time.

Yang He has a slight advantage over immortals and Buddhas who have no way forward.

By merging characters, one can continuously climb upwards, and even if the road has an end, one can achieve sainthood through the simplest and most direct method.

That's possession of a saint's body!!!
As Yang He thought of this, his chest heaved violently deep underground.

The thought of seizing the body of a saint in one step is terrifying, but now that he is a Primordial Golden Immortal, he certainly has the right to think about it.

The grave returned to peace, and Yang He fell back into a deep sleep.

.........

Six months later. The clouds were heavy with gloom, making it hard to breathe.

A demonic wind swept through Xinghua Village, and the wolf demon crawled to the village entrance. Its appearance had changed drastically; its once burly body had become abnormally bloated and deformed, large patches of its bluish-black fur had fallen out, and a twisted head had been squeezed out from its neck.

The wolf demon's transformation was clearly due to its excessive consumption of humans, which caused its supernatural powers to become uncontrollable.

Roar! !

The wolf demon landed and immediately grabbed a person, swallowing him whole. Its two heads and four eyes scanned the villagers, emanating a foul and violent demonic aura.

"I am the master of Black Wind Cave, under the command of the Second King of Lion Camel Ridge! Is the blood offering ready?"

The village chief scrambled out, "Lord of the cave... the blood offering is ready."

He hurriedly gestured to the villagers to bring the chosen boys and girls. The wolf demon was already close in front of him, blood dripping from the corner of its mouth onto its head.

"Blood food?"

The wolf demon leader chuckled and said in a hoarse voice, "Hehe, the Second King has a new decree. Simply handing over young boys and girls isn't enough. Your entire village! Everyone who can move must come back to Lion Camel Ridge with me! Immediately! Right now!"

"Wha...what?!"

The village chief was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale. "Lord Cave Master! No! Most of the villagers are old, weak, sick, or disabled. They'll die on the road if they don't walk ten miles! Please, Lord Cave Master, have mercy!"

"On a dead end?"

The wolf demon grinned, its jaws wide with bloodlust. "Even in death, they're still food! The Second King wants a good show! He wants to take them all! You won't go? If you don't go, you'll die right now!"

The demonic aura pressed down on the villagers, making their bones creak and nearly causing them to collapse to the ground.

"Well."

The wolf demon suddenly looked towards the mountainside, baring its teeth in fury, "That bald monk is always haunting me, damn it!!!"

"Amitabha."

The villagers had never seen outsiders before; they only saw a monk in a kasaya walking slowly towards them.

The monk had a handsome face and bright eyes, but a vertical golden line between his eyebrows added to his dignified and solemn appearance.

Holding a string of ebony prayer beads, he calmly approached Xinghua Village, as if the suffocating wolf demon had never existed.

"You beast, how dare you act so arrogantly here and coerce living beings?"

The monk looked coldly at the wolf demon, the golden line between his brows shimmering faintly. His peripheral vision inadvertently fell on the back mountain, where he vaguely sensed the dense yin energy, revealing an even deeper sense of murderous intent.

"That bald monk dares to interfere in Lion Camel Ridge's affairs? He's courting death!!"

The wolf demon suddenly swung its sharp claws, bringing a foul-smelling demonic wind as it lunged at the monk!
The monk neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised his hand, and pure Buddhist light emanated from his fingertips, leaving the villagers in disbelief.

"Om!"

Truthful words, when spoken, are like a thunderclap!
The Buddha's light transformed into a precious pearl, striking first despite being behind, easily shattering the sharp claws, and then piercing through both heads without hesitation!

The monk's face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and nearly half of his lifespan had been lost in the Buddha's light.

"Do not……"

The wolf demon froze, its madness solidified, replaced by fear. It opened its mouth, but no sound came out.

next moment.

The enormous demonic body, having exhausted all its strength, crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The demonic aura dissipated, and the corpse shriveled and decayed at a visible speed.

The once arrogant cave master has now vanished into thin air.

The villagers watched all this as if in a dream, yet they couldn't help but feel terrified. Lion Camel Ridge was said to have 3,400 cave masters. If one wolf demon had died, what kind of demon would it be next?

The golden line between the monk's eyebrows maintained a burst of Buddhist light. He looked around at the villagers who were still in shock, put his hands together and said, "Esteemed benefactors, may Buddha protect you. You will survive if you leave the village and head west."

The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment. None of them had ever left Xinghua Village in their entire lives, and the path leading straight down the mountain was more terrifying than the wolf demon.

The monk's advice was brief and to the point, and he then headed towards the back of the mountain.

“Amitabha, the yin energy in the back mountain is too heavy. There may be evil spirits born there. Let’s deal with them together to prevent the birth of a ghost king.”

As the monks stepped into the area behind the mountain, they were met with a wave of yin energy far more refined than they had imagined!

Ice crystals had formed in the air, the grass and trees had withered and died, and the ground was covered with a layer of white frost.

"not good!"

The monk's expression changed drastically. The golden line between his eyebrows suddenly opened, revealing a dazzling glass eye. A powerful Buddhist light surged out from within, transforming into a solid golden light shield that protected his entire body.

He gazed solemnly at the center of the yin energy, where a slightly raised mound of earth stood.

boom! ! !
The grave mound exploded! Soil and rubble flew everywhere!
A small figure lay in the deep pit, seemingly a child of only ten years old, covered in mud, with unusually fair skin.

Horrifyingly, granulation tissue was sprouting from the child's severed limbs, and the complete limbs could grow back in just ten minutes.

"The Ghost King?!"

The child's vital energy was rising steadily, and the monk aged thirty years just by resisting it.

It's not a benevolent creature at all! It's a thousand times more terrifying than that wolf demon!!!
The monk's pupils constricted, sensing an unprecedented threat! Without hesitation, he turned and roared at the still-stunned villagers, "Get out of here! As far away as possible!!!"

The villagers, not understanding what was happening, scrambled away from the back of the mountain, driven by their survival instincts.

The monk himself did not hesitate at all. He pushed the Buddha's light to its limit, and with a light touch of the ground, he quickly retreated, not daring to look back even once.

The child was awake and stared at the monk's back with a subtle expression.

"Yang Jian?"

Yang He wasn't sure if he had mistaken the monk for someone else, but the monk's aura was too familiar, and the golden line between his eyebrows was clearly the manifestation of his third eye.

The information revealed by the talisman confirmed that Yang Jian and the others were indeed at Lion Camel Ridge.

After hesitating for a few moments, Yang He stepped forward and approached the monk. At the same time, his restored cultivation made him look like he was in his early twenties, and his skin revealed large and small fiery eyes.

"evildoer!!!"

The monk knew there was no way to retreat, and the Buddha's light condensed into a sliver that flickered.

Rumble.

The earth shook violently, and after sacrificing thirty years of his lifespan, the Buddha's light directly shaved off half of the mountain peak, and the area above Xinghua Village collapsed.

"You monster..."

Before the monk could rebuke him, Yang He interrupted, "Are you Yang Jian?"

Upon hearing the name Yang Jian, the monk froze, a sharp pain shooting through his temples. He covered his head with his arms and shook his head repeatedly as a flood of memories surged through him.

"Yang Jian...who is he? Who am I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the monk's flesh and bones began to swell.

There was a dull thud.

The monk had already turned into a sky full of minced meat.

Yang He confirmed that the monk was closely related to Yang Jian, but he was probably not the real person. His old comrades were likely to have a hard time.

"They're probably brainwashing Yang Jian, preparing him to convert to Buddhism."

Yang He looked at the new version of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King.

(End of this chapter)