Mythology

Chapter 524 The Unspeakable Followers of Yang He
The cave where Yang He was located echoed with hissing sounds, but soon fell silent again, with only occasional gasps of breath remaining.

The demon soldiers guarding the gate muttered a few words but didn't pursue the matter further.

In their view, Yang He, who was possessed by the mirage demon, had no chance of survival.

"Well."

Unbeknownst to Yang He, his body had already grown to over four meters tall, and the five-colored divine light was transforming the mirage demon's erosion into tempering his physical body.

Every now and then, the true body would digest the feedback from the five-colored divine light, and then its body would return to its original shape, with a negligible increase in the foundation of its body and soul.

Yang He really couldn't figure out how to become a saint, so he could only accumulate his foundation through painstaking effort.

"Unfortunately, there are not many places where the Five-Colored Divine Light can be effective. It is only effective against saints. Most of the harsh environments in the Three Realms cannot shake the immortal body."

The five-colored divine light flowed back to the soul, allowing the mirage demon to continue to multiply and thrive.

[Consume 1000 points of Insight to select a character for deep fusion?]

"hey-hey."

Yang He secretly canceled the order, realizing he was already somewhat addicted to the Mirage Demon. He would definitely finish the experience pack before making any further moves unless absolutely necessary.

At the same time, he couldn't help but have a little ulterior motive.

If Jieyin has not yet awakened, and I can ignore the mirage demons set up by Jieyin, wouldn't I have a chance... to seize the saint?

Yang He swallowed hard, though it was almost impossible to possess a saint's body.

But... what if?
How could one miss such an opportunity to rise to the top?

"Let's continue. Judging from the current rate of increase in spiritual vision, the guidance status is still quite stable."

Yang He continued to circulate the Five-Colored Divine Light, and soon became immersed in the slight increase in his strength.

The cave was pitch black, with no distinction between day and night. Time passed by in the blink of an eye, and Lion Camel Ridge remained almost unchanged.

Yang He started paying attention to his surroundings occasionally, but soon stopped caring.

The cave next door was used to accommodate mortals, but it seemed to be prepared for the revival of the dead. Demons were not allowed to eat people; instead, they had to slaughter lesser demons to provide them with food and water.

Yang He thought that the monks who were up to no good were all staying obediently in the cave, and would only teach Buddhist scriptures to other mortals.

He had studied the contents of Buddhist scriptures in depth, but the sentences were incoherent.

It didn't seem like there was a Buddha behind the monks; it appeared that Yang Jian was using the monks to convey something, but Yang He couldn't figure out the truth.

Helpless, Yang He had to keep an eye on the monk's every move and see how things unfolded.

.........

The seasons change, and ten years pass in the blink of an eye for the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Yang He never expected that he would be able to calmly and quietly cultivate in Lion Camel Ridge, without even having to consider anything else. After all, the guidance of the Daoist master far exceeded his ability to deal with it, so unsurprisingly, he would eventually have to rely on deep fusion to reclaim the Daoist temple.

Before we knew it, more than seventy years had quietly passed.

Yang He's aura was not apparent, but his appearance had become somewhat swollen.

This is mainly because most mirage demons live in blood, and there are at least four or five hundred pounds of blood in their bodies. This blood, flesh and bones have become deformed due to the feeding of mirage demons.

However, compared to the benefits gained, temporary weight gain from overwork is nothing.

Yang He's physical strength has increased by 40%, and his spiritual strength by 30%, allowing him to maintain the Four-Character Body Transformation Technique for a longer period.

"If we can stay near the guide, the self-adaptation of the Five-Colored Divine Light will be much more significant."

"kindness?"

Yang He opened his eyes and noticed a commotion arising in the next cave.

He silently released a wisp of yin energy that disappeared into the crack in the wall.

The yin energy mixed with divine sense revealed the scene inside the cave. It was crowded with men, women, and children, who trembled in fear as they faced the panting of the demon soldiers outside.

Despair filled the air, while the stench of sweat and blood seemed commonplace.

The current state of mortals is like that of sardines in a can; it's not just one cave. Yang He saw at least seven or eight such caves on the way here.

Their faces were ashen, and they huddled on the ground, motionless.

A dozen or so monks knelt in a corner, candles burning, as they inserted steel needles, as thick as fingers, into each other's joints.

It seems that suffering can prove the profundity of their Buddhist teachings.

Yang He was puzzled. The monk had golden light flashing between his eyebrows. Judging from his aura, he was clearly Yang Jian reincarnated. However, after a closer look, he didn't quite look like him. It seemed strange and inexplicable.

The monks were also dressed in rags, their faces haggard, but their eyes were full of fanaticism. They talked to each other in hushed tones, their gazes occasionally sweeping over their surroundings.

A moment later, hundreds of ordinary people who had not yet lost hope gathered around the monk, their expressions filled with trepidation.

"Master...Master, can you...really lead us out of this sea of ​​suffering?"

An elderly person, holding their grandchild, carefully squeezed through the crowd.

The grandson pursed his lips, his ribs clearly visible from hunger, and could only utter muffled sobs. He probably wouldn't last more than a few days.

"Amitabha."

The monk gently stroked his grandson's forehead and poured the blood into his mouth.

He murmured breathlessly, "Fellow villagers, the suffering is about to end, and the demons' rule over the world will come to a complete end."

The mortals all raised their heads, their eyes igniting with a faint flame.

"Really...really? When will Buddha descend?"

"Our Buddha is compassionate and cannot bear to see sentient beings sink into the clutches of demons. Demons roam freely in Lion Camel Ridge. This is the calamity of the Dharma-ending Age. However, calamities are numbered, but the Buddha's Dharma is boundless."

The monk's voice carried a seductive power: "Only by sincerely worshipping the Buddha can we receive the Buddha's mercy, receive his great power, cleanse the demons, and lead us to the Western Paradise!"

The other monks knelt down, clasped their hands together, and faced the candlelight.

The candlelight flickered, as if one could see the paradise through its halo. Mortals were all excited, their eyes filled with deep reverence.

Yang He was puzzled and couldn't figure out what message Yang Jian was trying to convey.

He didn't think it was the Buddha's doing. If the purpose of creating a group of monks was to convert ordinary people, why go through all that trouble? Why not just use the Buddha's light to guide them directly? Even Arhats' outward Buddha light is something that ordinary people cannot resist.

He was distracted by the movements of the mortals, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

The monks began chanting sutras, and more and more ordinary people joined in.

"All phenomena are without self; they are subject to arising and ceasing. When arising and ceasing cease, there is bliss in Nirvana..."

The mortal man's face flushed sickly, as if he were grasping at the last straw.

The chanting became orderly in the darkness, quickly drowning out the wails that rose and fell, and then the sound of demon soldiers knocking loudly came from outside the door.

"Quiet!!"

"If we don't quiet down soon, there won't be any food tomorrow!!!"

Ignoring the demon soldiers' warnings, the monks chanted sutras in waves, the obscure Sanskrit imprinting itself on their minds. The participants were excited, and their tones became uniform.

suddenly.

The most devout among them froze, their limbs twitching without warning, their joints twisting at abnormal angles, and veins bulging on their foreheads—a truly horrifying sight.

However, despite their pain, their faces displayed an extreme joy.

They seemed to be receiving an unparalleled blessing.

More and more mortals followed suit, totaling twenty or thirty people, while the rest of the mortals, fearful, pushed and trampled each other, trying to get away.

Bang bang bang.

The bones shifted wildly, and the once gaunt skin rapidly swelled, turning grayish and rough in texture, eventually stretching into a filthy robe. Yes, human skin was transforming into a robe.

Inside their bodies, a human-shaped being was being conceived.

When the human skin completely turned into a cassock, the limbs and head of the being inside emerged, and the appearance of the new flesh was almost the same as before.

There's something indescribable about it... a dignified and solemn appearance.

A faint golden light emanated from between their brows, and their bodies and souls had transformed into Yang Jian. There were now twenty or thirty 'Yang Jian' figures in the cave.

There are also ordinary people whose transformation is not obvious, and whose body and soul are on the verge of collapse.

Their flesh was swollen, their distended abdomens were growing larger and larger, and they desperately tried to ask the monks for help, but their limbs were already out of their control.

"Master chef, save me!!!"

"Help!!"

Snapped.

A muffled thud echoed out, and the cave fell silent once more.

The dozen or so people, their bodies and souls out of control, lost all life force and became corpses. The survivors then let out terrified screams and scrambled backward.

To ordinary people, the actions of monks are no different from those of demons.

Taking this opportunity, Yang He cleared his mind, his fiery eyes wide open, and he couldn't help but recall Yang Jian's divine power, the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Scripture.

"I see, it was... Yang Jian's instinct to save himself."

"However, Yang Jian's consciousness is probably about to sink into the Buddha's light, which is why the monks are behaving so strangely."

Yang He's gaze fell on the soul emerging from between the corpse's eyebrows.

Previously, it was not noticed that the soul was indeed a fragment of Yang Jian's soul, which was conceived by the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Scripture, and the ability to assimilate was indeed possessed by the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Scripture.

"Yang Jian was most likely imprisoned in Yindu and brainwashed, and Nezha and the others were probably the same."

Yang He looked worried. Yang Jian's condition was very bad. Under normal circumstances, Yang Jian could be reincarnated through the splitting of his soul, but the split soul had no memory at all.

He estimated that the Zimu River and Luotai Spring had already begun to take shape as a cycle of reincarnation.

Yang Jian probably threw his divided soul into the Zimu River, which is why the monk appeared in the mortal realm of the Taoist temple.

"No, if we don't take action, Yang Jian and the others will definitely convert to Buddhism."

"If I wait until I regain control of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field before heading to Yindu, it will definitely be too late."

Yang He continued for a long time, and then a powerful yin energy quietly spread out, seeping into the cracks in the stone wall and permeating the adjacent cave.

In an instant, the candle went out.

The chanting stopped abruptly, not because of the sudden darkness, but because a strange voice interrupted their thoughts.

Yang He's voice echoed deep within everyone's minds.

"Skeletons serve as seats, vengeful spirits as incense, I beseech the eternally unchanging corpses, the immortal and indestructible ghosts, the Buddhas of immeasurable merit, the ever-changing demons, the root of all energies, and the all-pervading source of defilement..."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The monk clutched his head tightly, trying to banish the invading, decadent music, but his throat twitched uncontrollably, as if words were about to spill from his lips.

"Skeletons...skeletons as seats, vengeful spirits as incense, I pray to the eternal..."

The monks no longer uttered scriptures, but instead repeated the invocations of spirits in their minds, followed by the second and third people.

Yang He stared intently at the monk, the divine technique naturally adapted from the immortal transformation technique.

He never imagined it would spread like a plague among monks, and even ordinary people would begin chanting, their voices becoming deafening!

The Buddha's light trembled violently on the monk's body, trying to resist the Immortal Transformation Technique. However, Yang He, as the source of the Immortal Transformation Technique, had already caused the Five Saints to suffer a setback.

Yang He was not a saint, but he possessed an indescribable quality that was subtly superior to that of a saint.

The chaos in the cave intensified. The demon soldiers guarding the cave, who had been warning the mortals just moments before, couldn't help but start reciting scriptures themselves.

Yang He's scriptures did not lead them to become monks.

However, it exhibits strange characteristics.

The mortal is a red-haired corpse, becoming incredibly strong, impervious to pain, and able to fully recover from even the most severe injuries by burying himself in the ground.

The demons, by aligning themselves with the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, have increased their supernatural powers and are no longer affected by blood offerings, allowing their cultivation to grow at all times.

“It’s an immortal!!!”

"May the immortals protect us!!!"

boom!
The demon soldiers opened the gate that sealed off mortals and took the initiative to guide them, chanting scriptures as they walked, their voices causing debris to fall from the rock walls.

Both humans and transvestites are deeply immersed in a strange frenzy.

Yang He's eyes twitched. "I am the true ancestor of mankind, but in this version, I feel like I have been reduced to an indescribable evil god."

No one paid attention to the cave where he was, but Lion Camel Ridge was already in a state of chaos.

Despite their fanaticism, Yang He's followers still retained their intelligence. After gathering a group of lesser demons who had not yet become immortals through chanting scriptures, they immediately occupied the lower part of Lion Camel Ridge to defend and await an attack.

Within the Wanhua Tiandao Temple, the believers' Taoist practice will become increasingly vigorous.

Yang He estimated that they would revert to their original forms after leaving the Daoist temple, but due to the influence of the Myriad Transformation Tree, their cultivation would not stop until they reached the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

In a sense, it was the Myriad Transformations Tree that sensed Yang He and cooperated in taking self-rescue measures.

"Let's take a look at Yang Jian first."

Yang He used the Immortal Transformation Technique, and a blurry image suddenly flashed before his eyes.

In the fog-shrouded capital of Yin, a pool of viscous blood was located in the center, where twenty or thirty figures, all of whom were immortals, were immersed.

Yang He met five of the Four Emperors and Five Elders.

Most of them already have a dignified and solemn appearance, and are actively absorbing the Buddha's light surging from the bottom of the blood pool. Their celestial positions in the Heavenly Court are being transformed into fruition positions.

At the edge of the blood pool, Yang Jian and Nezha stood out conspicuously.

Their bodies were pierced by countless writhing, blood-red giant clams, which seemed to be alive, with dense Buddhist Sanskrit characters floating on their surface.

Besides, Pigsy was also in the pool, but his condition wasn't as serious as Yang Jian's.

Yang Jian was enduring immense pain; most of his hair had fallen out, and his bare scalp was now marked with the grotesque scars of ordination.

The Buddha's light attempted to penetrate his seven orifices and erode his foundation.

Unlike the Four Emperors and Five Elders who actively transformed into immortals and Buddhas, Yang Jian was completely passively undergoing a conversion process akin to torture.

At this moment, the Buddhist light that the Immortal Transformation Technique had severed from the divided soul gradually reflected on Yang Jian's body.

The Buddhist light that Yang Jian's body and soul were imbued with paused, no longer as pure and intense as before, and the giant clam shell binding his flesh and bones also receded by more than half.

He opened his three eyes a crack, a sharp glint flashing in them.

The image vanished in an instant.

Yang He regained consciousness, which meant he had bought Yang Jian a chance to catch his breath. As long as they could seize the opportunity, they would both have a chance to escape.

"That's all I can do. The rest is up to fate."

Yang Tong also confirmed one point: the other sage, Zhunti, was stationed in Yindu, and the giant clam shell was the object associated with Zhunti's position.

"In that case, I think I should probably move over to a different spot."

"After all, the closer you are to the guide, the better the effect of the Five-Colored Divine Light."

(End of this chapter)