Chapter 98 Patrol Yaksha travels
The black cat bared his teeth. After being promoted to evil spirit, he finally had the courage to face Mrs. Yin directly.
As a result, Mrs. Yin turned her neck three times, her black hair grew wildly, and her upper and lower jaw stretched to more than two meters.
roar! ! !
There are cracks spreading on the floor and walls of the ancestral hall.
Yang He's scalp was numb. It seemed that instead of awakening Mrs. Yin's intelligence, the blood of the Corpse Immortal caused the latter to lose control for some unknown reason.
The black cat was so frightened that its limbs became weak, and it hid in the shadow of the corner with its tail between its legs.
The talisman ignites spontaneously without fire.
Yang He's spiritual vision began to increase sharply, and it could be seen that Mrs. Yin was getting closer to the evil ghost. It was unknown whether it was because of the corpse immortal's blood.
Bang.
Mrs. Yin disappeared, and silence fell outside the ancestral hall.
However, Yang He felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart. He turned around and noticed a bunch of black hair in the corner. As it grew, flesh and bones were taking shape.
A deep sigh echoed.
The talismans arranged by Jiang Ziya were wiped out one by one, the tablets of the ancestors of the Li family were broken into pieces, and the ancestral hall was about to be destroyed.
There was a gloomy wind, and Mrs. Yin had already appeared in the ancestral hall.
The height of three to four meters brought an unparalleled sense of oppression. Even if Jiang Ziya noticed something strange now, he might be out of reach. After all, his old man's body was damaged not long ago.
puff.
Yang He vomited blood, and the storyteller's weak body could not withstand the erosion. It was all up to the two ghosts to desperately resist the Yin Qi entering the body.
He gritted his teeth and persisted, mainly because the storyteller was related to his connections with Jiang Ziya.
"Son~~"
Mrs. Yin ignored Yang He and came to the coffin step by step.
The bloody footprints on the ground were clearly visible. After all, Jiang Ziya's spiritual talisman array could not be completely ineffective since he had not yet reached the level of evil spirit.
Mrs. Yin stood in front of the coffin and stretched out her hand to touch the cover.
Yang He's expression was subtle, and Mrs. Yin was like a mother who claimed the bodies of her children, but she didn't dare to open the coffin to confirm whether it was Nezha.
"Mrs. Yin, don't worry, it's not Nezha inside the coffin."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yin opened the cover, and the body of the Taoist boy covered with red hair came into view.
She was not impatient at all, and even though Nezha was not in the coffin, she did not do anything drastic, as if she was afraid of disturbing the Taoist boy.
"Mrs. Yin, I'm here to teach Yang He, a third-generation disciple of the Chan School. There is my senior brother in the coffin. You must be able to tell that the body is being reshaped."
Mrs. Yin did not reply.
The blood of the Corpse Immortal is indeed useful, but the effect on Mrs. Yin is average, and it seems that it can only briefly awaken some memories.
Yang He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and opened his mouth, "Mrs. Yin, you actually did not admit your mistake. You should have been pregnant with twins."
Mrs. Yin leaned over and brushed away the red hair. The corpse boy looked eleven or twelve years old, but because of his thin stature, he seemed to be the same age as Nezha.
"The two of them were reincarnations of immortals' spiritual beads, but they were broken into two halves."
"One half is Nezha, who was reincarnated successfully, and the other half is a corpse Taoist who accidentally fell into a mass grave and became half human and half corpse today."
Mrs. Yin's eyes became gentler, and she carefully closed the cover, then picked up the coffin and wanted to leave the ancestral hall.
"Don't!"
Mrs. Yin made a move, and the black hair burst through the door and window like a tsunami.
"Mrs. Yin, our senior brothers came to Chentangguan to rescue Nezha. It won't take long for our senior brothers to wake up smoothly."
Mrs. Yin became extremely irritable, and her black hair instantly pierced the ground.
Rumble.
It kind of means directly razing Li Mansion to the ground.
Yang He's Yang Fire went out twice, and his body temperature dropped sharply, but he could feel that Mrs. Yin was already trying her best not to hurt herself.
At this time, there was a faint light on the horizon, dispelling the haze everywhere in Chentangguan.
Bang.
The coffin fell at the door of the ancestral hall.
When Yang He looked at Mrs. Yin again, the black hair disappeared, the skin showed a little blood, and the heart started beating again.
"That's all, I didn't plan to practice in the ancestral hall. In that case, let's find Nezha first."
The ancestral hall was almost destroyed, with half of the eaves collapsed.
"Eighty-nine years have passed, and Nezha's talent is probably comparable to that of a ghost."
Yang He took the unconscious Mrs. Yin to the locust tree. After hesitating for a moment, he again took out a sufficient amount of corpse immortal blood from the coffin.
From the current point of view, Mrs. Yin's transformation into a ghost is irreversible.
Yang He didn't know for sure, but it felt right to give it a try.
If the blood of the Corpse Immortal can be achieved, it will indirectly change the fate of mother and child.
Maybe you can get a talisman.
As soon as the blood of the Corpse Immortal came close to Mrs. Yin, the black hair took the initiative to wrap around and absorb all of it.
Mrs. Yin couldn't tell the difference on the surface, but her consciousness slowly came back to life, her brows showed fatigue, and she was still mumbling Nezha's name.
Yang He put away the coffin and turned around to leave, not intending to have too much contact with Mrs. Yin.
Mrs. Yin said, "Thank you, Taoist Master, for the rescue. I don't know what to call you?"
"Yang He."
"Hey, since I became pregnant with Nezha, I often suffer from soul separation in my sleep, and I can think of strange memories every day when I wake up."
A trace of fear flashed in Mrs. Yin's eyes, and she stood up weakly with her back against the locust tree.
"Taoist Master, I also know that I am becoming more and more sleepy, as if...as if I will fall into an eternal dream at any time."
"Mrs. Yin, please take care. I'm afraid it's difficult to cure Soul Leaving Syndrome, but you can try to keep your consciousness as clear as possible in your dreams."
The mansion was noisy, and a large number of soldiers were coming to the ancestral hall.
After all, the blood of the Corpse Immortal is only an auxiliary. Yang He even suspected that it would be meaningless even if the completely insane evil spirit drained the body of the Corpse Immortal.
Only half-human and half-ghost can take effect, but the details depend on Mrs. Yin herself.
"Taoist Master."
Mrs. Yin continued with a smile: "There is a temple north of Chentangguan. Jin Zha mentioned it to me, and Nezha is imprisoned in the pagoda." "Pagoda..."
Yang He had a slight headache and felt panicked when he heard the word pagoda.
In my impression, Li Jing and his son had an unclear connection with Western Buddhism. Even if they rebelled against Dashang after the Conferring God War, it felt more like Western Buddhism was deliberately cutting its losses in time.
He looked in the direction of the temple.
It was just dawn and the temple was already bustling with people.
"Taoist Priest, the main reason why I never left the ancestral hall when I lost my soul was because I sensed in my dream that there was a danger outside the door."
"Also, be careful about Li Jing."
Yang He didn't have time to ask, Li Jing's breath was about to arrive.
"Heizi, let's go!"
He was weak and weak, and the tip of his tongue was filled with blood when he breathed. The storyteller's body had been drained of energy due to the erosion of Yin Qi.
The black cat sprang out from the sole of the foot and was now two meters in size.
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Yang He hugged the black cat.
One person and one cat jumped up lightly before the soldiers were about to break into the ancestral hall. A faint black mist enveloped the whole body, walking covertly in the shadows, tossing and turning before leaving the Li Mansion.
As soon as Yang He set foot on the street, he chose to take back the black cat.
The sun has risen.
There are many people coming and going in Chentangguan, and Yang Heming does not look out of place among them.
Dragon patterns can be seen everywhere in the city, and portraits of the Dragon King are posted in front of every house. The locals love the real dragon beyond words.
"Huh?"
Yang He narrowed his eyes, and there were people following him closely from the Li Mansion.
He steeled himself and entered the market near the dock.
The market is crowded with people, and the worship of gods is also the most prosperous. Shrines dedicated to the Dragon King can be seen everywhere, and the incense is never cut off.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
As the sea breeze blows, it forms like waves.
Yang He walked through the crowd, and Tonggui adjusted his body as much as possible. "Fortunately, Heizi is reliable and brought the food in the ancestral hall with him."
He took out the dry food and ate it wholeheartedly.
Yangshou is still close to exhaustion, but Yang Fire will not be extinguished in a short time.
At this moment, the spiritual vision began to increase, which was comparable to that of facing Mrs. Yin directly, and the sound of gongs and drums was heard from the end of the market.
Yang He remained calm and stood in the corner observing the situation.
"Xunhai Yaksha is going on a trip!!!"
The market was extremely noisy. Twelve people gathered around the statue, four of them carried it on their shoulders, and eight of them held incense and led the way.
The face of the statue is like indigo, with long cinnabar hair shawl, a huge mouth with sharp teeth, and fish gills on the neck. Seven parts are like fish and three parts are like humans.
"Respectfully invite the patrolling Yaksha to travel, and hope God's grace will be great."
"Bless our fields to be fertile, the seedlings to grow strong, and there will be no drought or flood this summer..."
The four people held the statue high, their palms already bloody.
Their faces were full of enthusiasm, and it could be heard from the public comments that the trip of the statue had lasted for two days and two nights, and no changes in attendants were allowed during this period.
The smoke intensified and swept away amid the shouts.
Only Yang He noticed that Xunhai Yaksha was alive.
At first, it was just the little finger of the statue that trembled slightly, but not long after, the statue's mouth and nose began to breathe out incense from the outside world.
The shadow reflected on the ground twisted and turned into a winding dragon's tail.
The shadows extended, passing by people one after another.
They didn't notice anything strange at all, and continued to cheer for the patrolling Yasha's outing, spreading out the fish scales that had been dried in advance.
Yang He heard that a merchant in the teahouse a hundred meters away was asking the store owner.
"Boy, I came to Chentangguan to sell pickled fish. This is the first time I have seen a similar folk custom of parade. What is the origin of the patrolling yaksha?"
"Guest return officer, Patrolling Yaksha is rumored to be a subordinate of the Sea Dragon King in the Middle East. He is responsible for..."
The words are not finished yet.
The shadow of the dragon's tail flashed past, and the merchant's smile suddenly froze.
The merchant could not move, only his eyes conveyed a look of terror, his chest heaved violently, and his face gradually turned purple.
"Sir, are you okay?"
The merchant opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to breathe air.
Boom.
The blood vessels in his pupils bulged out, his stomach expanded uncontrollably, and he suffocated to death. Seawater flowed from his mouth and nose after his death.
Similar situations keep popping up, and the corpses are without exception those of foreigners.
Jin Zha hurried to the market, accompanied by twenty or thirty soldiers. He originally came for Yang He, but then he realized something was wrong.
The seven or eight corpses did not cause chaos, but instead made the people more fanatical.
The statue has returned to normal, except that its lips are stained extremely bright red.
Jin Zha shuddered, there were hundreds of statues of Patrol Yaksha in the city, and today there were nineteen of them just out and about, distributed in various streets.
Li Jing strictly prohibited his soldiers from damaging the statues, and Jin Zha didn't know what to do for a while.
"Someone, take the body to the open space outside the market."
"Yes."
The soldiers immediately obeyed.
Soon the corpses were placed in a row. Even if they had been dead for a long time, sea water still gushed out from their mouths and noses, and the corpses took on the appearance of a swollen giant.
"Master Jiang Xian's disciple is also a foreigner, why did he survive?"
Jin Zha had a hunch that only by finding Yang He could he find out the truth about the dragon disaster.
(End of chapter)