Chapter 68 Walking alone on the immortal road
"Hee hee hee."
The paper man let out a creepy laugh, his makeup turned into a fox face like a Peking Opera mask, and he said with a sharp voice: "Please come inside, Taoist Master Qingfeng of Qianyuan Mountain, and we will host a banquet on the table~~"
"You dare to be evil!!"
Taoist Master Qingfeng took out the magic talisman, lit it and turned it into a spiritual light that fell on the paper man.
The paper man ignited without fire and was destroyed in hysterical wails.
The wailing caused the other paper figures to laugh mockingly.
Taoist Master Qingfeng looked solemn as he saw paper figures emerging from the cracks in the window. Paper figures with bright makeup were everywhere around him.
"Invite us to the bright mountains and clear waters of Qianyuan Mountain, and have a feast at the main table~~"
"Not good."
Taoist Master Qingfeng just wanted to protect his disciples, but two paper figures had already wrapped them up, and then a horrifying scene appeared.
Click click click.
There was a sound of bones colliding, and the clear mountains and clear waters shriveled up little by little.
The bones disappeared, the flesh and blood shrank, and the human skin clung to a thin layer. Before Taoist Master Qingfeng could take action, the two Taoist boys had become paper figures.
"Master!"
The clear mountains and clear waters submerged into the palace, and groups of paper figures began to attack the living people indiscriminately, and the soldiers gradually became human paper figures.
"The driving pile has not lost its function. The Nuwa statue's loss of control is limited to the four halls. General Huang must be informed as soon as possible, otherwise..."
Taoist Master Qingfeng knew that he had to pass on the news, so he opened his mouth and spat out, and the paper birds hidden in his stomach rushed to the main hall.
As long as Huang Feihu notices something strange, they can get out of trouble if they hold on for a while.
"Huh?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng's pupils narrowed slightly when he saw an extra figure outside the fourth hall.
The figure is a Taoist in his fifties or sixties, staring at him with a twisted expression, coughing continuously, and blood flowing out.
"Yang He, you have been spotted by the statue of Nuwa, and you are destined to have this disaster!"
"Finally let Pindao seize the opportunity, I will take your opportunity!!"
Ugh...
The Taoist retched, and then the five ghosts of heart, liver, spleen, lung, and kidney came out of his throat.
Compared with other organs, the liver ghost's aura is extremely weak and its size is significantly smaller. It should be re-created after being damaged.
Boom, boom, boom.
The inner ghost swelled continuously, and all the paper birds released by Taoist Master Qingfeng fell to the ground.
"The movement of the five ghosts is a disciple of Chan's teaching. This person has reached the level of elixir (powerful ghost). Could it be that this person is responsible for the loss of control of the Nuwa statue?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng remembered that Yang He mentioned the five ghost monks.
But if you think about it carefully, it's unrealistic. A severely damaged sitting elixir state cannot possibly affect the statue of Nuwa, who is equivalent to an evil spirit.
The Taoist glanced at Taoist Master Qingfeng with contempt, and then disappeared into the confines of the four palaces.
Just as Taoist Master Qingfeng was about to step forward to stop him, the sharp murmur of the paper man rang in his ears again, and the weird and harsh laughter became more intense.
“Don’t be reckless on your big day!”
"Qianyuan Mountain Qingfeng Taoist invites you inside to host a banquet on the table~~"
Taoist Master Qingfeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his flesh and bones shriveled under the load, and in just a few breaths he was reduced to a paper man, unable to display his cultivation.
Everything he looked at were paper figures with bright makeup.
"Please~~"
The wind blows.
More than a dozen paper figures carried Taoist Master Qingfeng to the palace.
When Taoist Master Qingfeng came to his senses, he had already appeared in the temple, which was the room where the statue of Nuwa with the most serious flaws was banned.
Fiery red satin hung from the beams, and its color was particularly eye-catching in the dim candlelight. Lanterns were hung along the walls, painted with patterns such as mandarin ducks and peonies, but they became distorted and hideous in the flow of light and shadow.
The statue of Nuwa is still on the altar wearing a wedding dress, with her nine fox tails waving slightly.
The seven or eight tables and chairs were all filled with paper figures as guests, their pale faces outlining their facial features, intertwined with each other, making it creepy.
Near the main table of the statue of Nuwa, Mingshan Mingshui and Zhou Ji were already sitting at it.
The three of them were behind each other. Taoist Master Qingfeng was just about to speak, but he noticed that Zhou Ji shook his head with a gloomy face, indicating that he would act according to the situation.
“I don’t know if senior brother has escaped.”
Taoist Master Qingfeng smiled helplessly, vaguely having a bad premonition that the groom might be Yang He who had disappeared before.
If Yang Hedu can't help, they may be in trouble tonight.
At this moment.
A paper man said loudly: "Wulongshan Wuxiang Taoist, please come inside and host a banquet on the table~~"
Zhou Ji couldn't help but ask: "Wulongshan belongs to Chanjiao, right? Who is Taoist Wuxiang?"
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"Not sure."
Taoist Qingfeng remembers that Wulong Mountain is the dojo of Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, and Taoist Wuxiang is likely to be a registered disciple.
The paper man slowly floated into the hall, it was the Five Ghost monks.
Taoist Wuxiang was different from them. He was obviously prepared. The five internal organs ghosts wore Yin weapon vests that covered their aura and quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Zhou Ji saw Taoist Wuxiang sitting next to him.
"Taoist Master Wuxiang, are you a foreign immortal master? As long as you can inform King Wu Cheng of the situation here, you can get the opportunity to face the saint directly."
Taoist Wuxiang smiled and said nothing, while the ghosts with five internal organs began to whisper in the corner.
No matter how Zhou Ji tried to coerce and induce him, Taoist Wuxiang had no intention of responding. He just sat at the main table and waited for the banquet to begin.
Taoist Master Qingfeng couldn't help but say: "Wuxiang, are you targeting Senior Brother Yang? What is your purpose? You dare to target the Immortal disciples."
"Disciple of Immortal?"
Taoist Wuxiang repeated again and again, his expression becoming extremely gloomy.
"Why am I a mortal with naked eyes? Why is Yang He born with an immortal body? Why is it that the Twelve Golden Immortals accept him as his disciple? The opportunity for the coming of a saint is within reach. What purpose do you think I have?!!"
Taoist Wuxiang's expression was distorted, and the malice in his eyes was worse than evil.
"Why can't I be Yang He?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng's pupils were shaking, "Taiyi Immortal Master knows this and will never let you go. You should think twice before you act!"
"Every move I make is in line with the rules of teaching."
While Taoist Wuxiang was talking, the ghost with five internal organs lifted up the red cloth covering the mural.
A strange mural caught everyone's eyes. It was not the previous creation of Nuwa, but a lifelike wedding room.
Lines outline a man.
Yang He was sitting on the bedside in the mural, wearing a bright red dress, and then pacing around with a sigh, seemingly unable to escape from the mural.
Taoist Wuxiang said excitedly: "Did you know? All the statues of Nuwa are carved by stone women and ghosts."
"Those lonely souls and wild ghosts who died in the barren mountains and wild ridges merge into the mountains, with people and animals, and over time they will form stone ghosts."
"For the stone ghosts, the festival of Nuwa Empress is also an opportunity. Evil spirits can also worship the saint, but they must absorb enough Yang Fire to give birth to souls."
Taoist Wuxiang became more and more excited as he spoke, "Yang Heyang's fire is extremely strong. Since he is targeted by the statue of Nuwa, he will definitely die!!"
He stared at Taoist Master Qingfeng and said word by word: "Yang He did not die because of me. I only want the corpse of the innate immortal body, so even Taiyi Immortal Lord has no reason to take action against me."
"You are crazy!!!"
Taoist Master Qingfeng said: "You and I are both disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun..."
"The road to immortality is yours alone. No wonder you are innate, while I was an alchemist forty years ago."
(End of chapter)