Chapter 52 Nuwa’s Opportunity
Under normal circumstances, it takes at least two days for the corpse to drain the immortal body.
Yang He felt that Nuwa was absorbing his own Yangshou invisibly. Even if she survived, the Taoist boy might not be able to make any progress in his practice.
So I must die!
But you have to die well!
Yang He stared at the old mason, and the ghost eyes once again attached themselves to the ghost hand.
He threw the copper coin sword, and the ghost hand grasped the hilt of the sword. The extremely rich Yin Qi made the copper coin stained with blood red, and the sword body was covered with pupils.
"Become an immortal!"
The fishy wind arose out of thin air.
The living immortal was so fast that not even Yang He could catch it.
But Yang He knew that the target of the Living Immortal must be the old stonemason. If the Living Immortal could not break the carved eyes of the Nuwa statue, he would be in vain.
The living immortal appeared at the gate of the mountain, with his hands clasped together and his face showing compassion.
The old mason was already as skinny as a stick, with only the remaining Yanghuo looming. He relied on faith to keep him alive. The left eye of the statue began to take shape.
"Become an immortal!"
The living immortal's upper and lower jaws opened half a meter, and the sound of chanting came from the dark mouth.
"If it were allowed to peel off forty-nine human skins, wouldn't it really be possible to become a Buddha instantly?"
Yang He secretly cursed a few times, and while the living immortal was swallowing the old stonemason alive, the copper coin sword slashed across the living immortal's ankle as expected.
Perhaps the Copper Coin Sword could not harm the peeled body of the Living Immortal, but the bloated skin passed through it without any hindrance.
A chunk of flesh fell off.
The living immortal looked up to the sky and howled, tearing the old stonemason to pieces with his sharp teeth.
Yang He put away his flesh and blood, but the expected death did not come. The living immortal ignored the Taoist who attacked him, and instead went to eliminate the group of ghosts.
As soon as the chisel fell, a headless ghost picked it up and continued carving the eyes.
The statue of Nuwa has an indescribable demonic nature. As long as the will is loosened, both humans and ghosts will regard her as their mother.
Many pilgrims wanted to rush out of the main hall, and Taoist Master Qingfeng quickly closed the door.
Yang He's scalp was numb.
He was extremely calm after turning into a corpse, but he also had the urge to step forward and look at him. His parents who had raised him up in his previous life flashed in his mind.
Early morning rain and dew hung on the surface of the statue of Nuwa, with dewdrops dripping from her face.
It seemed as if the Nuwa Empress was crying.
Empress Nuwa's left eye was completely completed with only a few centimeters left.
Yang He narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't understand what the Nuwa statue was, since it was involved in the follow-up plot of the Ghost in the Stone, his help might be helpful in completing the allusion.
And...
He had a vague hunch that the carved eyes might have unknown benefits.
Yang He no longer hesitated and came to the statue in three steps and two steps. In the world of allusions, being submissive was not his style.
Whoosh.
The Living Immortal stood behind Yang He, grabbing his neck with both arms and turning him 180 degrees.
"I use myself as bait, what are you using to fight me?!!"
Yang He vomited blood, but a smile appeared on his lips.
The ghost hand had already snatched the chisel, and was guided by someone to hit it on the left eye of the statue of Nuwa. The finishing touch made the eyes brighter.
The living immortal froze in place.
The statue of Nuwa suddenly disappeared and the ghosts died suddenly.
Click click click.
Numerous cracks spread all over the body of the living immortal, and blood overflowed. Yang He could clearly see that the statue of Nuwa was already in the body of the living immortal.
There was a muffled sound.
The statue of Nuwa broke out of her body and then disappeared into the depths of Wuguang Temple in the blink of an eye.
After a long time, until the thick fog dispersed, Taoist Master Qingfeng opened the door of the main hall and noticed Yang He lying motionless on the ground.
"Brother!!"
"Uncle!!!"
Mingshan Mingshui burst into tears, and Li Feng lowered his head in silence with a sad face. There were not many casualties among the pilgrims. After realizing that Yang He had sacrificed himself to save their lives, he asked Taoist Master Qingfeng for his name.
After returning home, I want to set up a monument to worship.
Elder Qingfeng Taoist burst into tears, blaming his junior brother for being useless.
"Breeze."
"Huh?"
Yang He opened his eyes and looked at Taoist Master Qingfeng jokingly.
"Senior Brother Yang, are you not dead?"
"I'm still half a breath away. I'll die if I ask you a few words."
Master Qingfeng's face was full of astonishment, and Mingshan said in horror: "Uncle, are you ready to turn into an evil spirit and cause harm to the world?"
"Fart!"
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"I am upright and upright, but am I willing to become an evil person?"
Yang He felt the vitality passing by, shook his head and said: "Qingfeng, the statue of Nuwa should be consecrated, right? What will happen next?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng looked around and quickly found an old temple priest.
Zhu Zhu from the old temple trembled and said: "Returning to the Immortal Master, I only know that the consecration of the Nuwa statue in previous years was performed by living immortals. Once the Nuwa statue is consecrated to a living being, it will temporarily reside in Wuguang Temple."
"What to do in Wuguang Temple?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng looked at Yang He and said, "Say it!"
"The Wuguang Temple usually closes the mountain for about fifteen days, allowing the statue of Nuwa to select a pair of boys and girls among the existing living immortals."
Yang He asked curiously: "What is the role of boys and girls?"
"I...I'm not sure. Miaoyin mentioned that he would practice with Nuwa, which may be involved in the celebration of Nuwa's birthday."
Yang He licked his chapped lips, thinking of his new green character.
[Living Immortal (Green): You have been a monk in Wuguang Temple for many years, and you took the initiative to accept the baptism of fire. Your body is dead, but your soul is trapped in the body of the Living Immortal. 】
Regardless of whether the allusion can be completed, the living immortal must have a chance to exist.
"What about the other 107 Nuwa statues?"
"I don't know, Immortal Master, I have never left the temple in my life. The other Nuwa statues should not have been consecrated by Wuguang Temple."
Old Miao Zhu was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly, but Taoist Master Qingfeng was thoughtful.
"Senior Brother Yang, I heard a rumor."
"Nuwa Empress is half human and half evil, so the most flawless Nuwa statue represents the human side, while the other Nuwa statues will have more or less flaws, representing evil spirits."
Taoist Master Qingfeng came close to Yang He's ear and whispered: "Festivals not only involve sacrifices to heaven and earth, but also ghosts and gods."
Yang He's face turned red and he almost cursed if it weren't for the statue of Nuwa in Wuguang Temple.
The statues of Nuwa that represent people are already so evil. Damn it, how terrifying is the statue of Nuwa that represents evil.
puff.
Yang He's qi and blood attack his heart, and his breathing becomes like a gossamer.
"Brother..."
"You must listen to the next few sentences."
"First of all, I'm not dead. You can use the gloomy wood to make another coffin and take it to Chaoge. As for when I will come back to life..."
"It depends on my mood."
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Yang He died as soon as he finished speaking, and the three masters and disciples couldn't help but look at each other.
Mingshui burst into laughter, and then received a slap from Taoist Master Qingfeng, "The yin energy in Wuguang Temple is very strong, and there must be a gloomy tree. Mingshui, you are responsible for searching for me all over the mountains and plains."
"Yes, Master."
Ming Shui curled his lips in grievance, feeling that his uncle was really a wonderful person.
With the help of officers and soldiers, the gloomy wood coffin was quickly completed. At the same time, he helped the pilgrims build more than a dozen coffins, and then set off for Chaoge.
The surviving temple ministers did not dare to stay anymore, and the Wuguang Temple was already empty.
Lin Luo traveled to a weird world full of weirdness and survived for two years in a weird medical clinic.
(End of chapter)