Chapter 55 The Flame Five-Light Buddha Arrives
The moonlight is hazy.
More than a dozen rickety figures walked along the mountain road towards Wuguang Temple.
Because Mrs. Yin had already gone to Chaoge, everything in the mountains was completely silent at this time, most of the fog had dissipated, and there was no trace of the ghosts and monsters.
When many figures came to the mountain gate, their appearance was exposed in the candlelight of the temple.
Their skin was pale, a wax-like substance could be seen exuding from their faces, and their hair was tangled together like the wicks of a candle.
The clothing is somewhat similar to a monk's robe, and the skin is haggard and full of scars.
"Brother Ruzhen, is this the opportunity Tianzun mentioned?"
"That's right."
The old monk Ruzhen pointed to the main hall and saw that the door was open, and he could vaguely see the charred black statue standing in the center. "The incarnation of Tianzun is inside."
Everyone showed reverence and bowed to the statue with their hands clasped together.
The old monk Ruzhen continued: "I listen to the teachings of Tianzun day and night. A saint may come during the Chaoge Festival in more than a month."
"Saint?!!"
"Empress Nuwa will come during the festival."
Ruzhen, the old monk's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and his breathing became heavy, "The Heavenly Lord asked me to become the boy with the statue of Nuwa. Then I will be able to worship the saint and help you become an immortal and attain the Tao."
When everyone heard the four words "becoming an immortal and attaining the Tao", they couldn't hold back their enthusiasm.
"Brother Ruzhen, the statue of Nuwa should have boys and girls. I wonder if we can..."
"The virgin has someone else."
The old monk Ruzhen said in a deep voice: "The boy will choose from the evil spirits in the temple, so we need to destroy all living immortals as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, I will call on the Heavenly Lord to suppress the evil spirits."
"Great kindness."
The old monk Ruzhen said hesitantly: "There is a living immortal in the south hall. It should be the oldest living immortal. It can be traced back to a hundred years ago. It should have become an immortal long ago but there has been no movement."
"Just in case, our first priority is to destroy this living immortal."
"Great kindness."
"The living immortal's name was Yang He when he was alive. Remember not to let him turn into an evil spirit!"
More than a dozen people knelt and sat in front of the mountain gate, staring at the blackened statue and meditating.
………
At the same time, in the South Hall.
Yang He regained consciousness, but the process was more difficult than before, as if he was having a long nightmare and it was difficult to wake up.
Immediately afterwards, he noticed the strange and inexplicable structure of the living immortal.
The living immortal is like an egg.
The egg white on the surface is the Painted Skin Ghost, and the yolk on the inner layer is the real body of the Living Immortal.
The so-called immortality means that the living immortal becomes the guest and devours the painting-skinned ghost. When it is completely digested, the half-human and half-ghost living immortal will completely become an evil spirit and set foot on the evil ghost.
"Is there any mistake?!!"
Yang He discovered that the painted-skin ghost that trapped him was far from ordinary. Even if he fell into a deep sleep, the oppression he brought was comparable to Mrs. Yin.
The corners of his mouth twitched and he curled up inside Painted Skin Ghost.
Yang He's body is so skinny that he looks like a corpse, but he has developed an alternative symbiotic relationship with the Painted Skin Ghost.
The two ghosts were so frightened that they trembled, especially the ghost hands, which crawled into Yang He's arms and remained motionless.
"Identity and quality represent rich opportunities at the beginning, but also represent many dangers."
Yang He really couldn't think of any other way but to wait helplessly for the Painted Skin Ghost to wake up, and then his status as a living immortal would be reduced to nourishment.
"Just be patient for now, maybe Empress Nuwa will help me."
Yang He looked helpless, his pupils reluctantly opened between his eyebrows.
The current situation comes into view.
The living immortal transformed by Yang He is fixed on the main throne in the south hall with rivets. It is larger than the other living immortals. There is a wooden plaque with a message engraved under the throne.
[Yang Hemiaozhu, who became a living immortal at the age of twenty-one, experienced a total of 14,742 fires and is now insane. 】Based on the fact that one experiences a fire torture every ten days, the Living Immortal has existed for at least a hundred years.
Moreover, the wooden sign is extremely old, and the information is obviously lagging behind. This living immortal is probably close to two hundred years old, which is horrifying.
"Damn it."
"I feel like I chose to become a living fairy just to serve as snacks for Painted Skin Ghost."
Yang He noticed that the painted skin ghost in the outer shell would deliberately imitate the living immortal inside. The image also had three eyes and three hands. The stone arms growing out of its chest could definitely be used as a potential ghost.
He would do the next best thing, if Nuwa's opportunity was not available, he would find a way to obtain the stone arm.
Sudden.
Chanting was heard from all directions, and the content was praising Nuwa.
"Consider the rites of destiny with your heart, create human beings from the ground, transform all things into being, make rites and marry people, multiply human beings, create the Sheng Emperor, entertain all living beings..."
Yang He frowned, feeling irresistible jealousy in his consciousness.
It seems that someone is repeating that only by getting rid of all the living immortals can we monopolize the love of Empress Nuwa and escape the sea of suffering and become an immortal!
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Even if Yang He was mentally prepared, he almost fell into it.
When he came back to his senses, the Painted Skin Ghost showed signs of awakening due to chanting sutras, and at the same time he was ready to swallow him.
The surface of the Living Immortal Stone is activated little by little, and the skin begins to proliferate.
The ability to move will be restored in half a day at most.
Dozens of living immortals in the South Hall, stimulated by jealousy, wished to eat their own kind alive, and looked at Yang He more and more intensively. After all, the latter was most likely to enjoy Nuwa's love alone.
Why choose boys and girls? I'm afraid it's not raising gu! ! !
"Can I use a living fairy to eradicate the painted skinned ghost in its outer shell? No, my body bones are too fragile, and I will die if I am not careful."
"We must find a place to take shelter first."
If you stay in the South Hall, you will definitely die, so why not try to slow down the time for the Painted Skin Ghost to wake up?
Although Yang He couldn't move, his ghost hand could barely stretch.
The ghost hand penetrated the Painted Ghost with trembling hands, and then pulled out the rivets pierced into the limbs one by one.
The living immortal successfully broke free from the lotus throne and crawled out of the hall with difficulty.
Yang He remembered that Miaoyin had said that there was a cellar near the south hall where waiters were kept, which was a good place to hide himself and see if he could fish in troubled waters.
The cold wind howled, mixed with a faint burning smell.
It seemed to be floating away from the main hall.
Fear flashed in Yang He's eyes, and he quickly found the entrance and exit of the cellar with the help of pupil ghost. Because it was covered by vegetation, even if someone passed by, it would be difficult to notice anything strange.
Bang.
The cellar door was opened, and blood rushed into his mouth and nose.
Yang He was about to get inside when suddenly Tonggui gave a frantic warning.
【Spiritual vision: 139.6 points】
The spiritual vision has been growing relatively slowly, but it suddenly jumped to nearly five points.
Yang He noticed that at the entrance of the mountain shrouded in fog, there were more than a dozen people mutilating themselves.
They kept scratching the skin with red-hot daggers, shouting "Tianzun".
Extremely thick black smoke overflowed from the doors and windows of the main hall.
The blackened idol came to life.
Click.
Yang He was horrified to see the charred statue twisting its skull, but what was exposed was not the brain, but almost overflowing...
kerosene.
The blackened statue also had three eyes. The moment it opened, the temperature of the Wuguang Temple surged, as if the statue itself had turned into a wick.
"Five Lights Temple, Three Eyes, Buddhist Gate, Wick..."
Yang He vaguely remembered that in the Romance of the Gods, Taoist Ran Deng’s magic weapon, the glazed lamp, seemed to turn into a person. After the Conferring the Gods, he followed Taoist Ran Deng to the west to become a Buddha.
"It seems that the common name is Ma. What is the name of fire... Flame Five Light Buddha?"
(End of chapter)