Chapter 107 The Resurrected Storyteller
The dragon's head has a ferocious appearance and its mouthparts are chrysanthemum-shaped. After being burned by karma fire, its size is only 23/10 of its original size.
It was the dragon ghost that Yang He attacked when he was retreating in the wilderness.
“Senior brother is amazing!”
Yang He's tone was like coaxing a kid in kindergarten, but Nezha really did this.
Nezha raised his head proudly, then retracted his three-headed and six-armed Dharma Body, and his appearance reappeared as that of a handsome child of about ten years old.
"Hmph, livestock are very clever. When they see that they are at a disadvantage, they want to escape into the East China Sea. I have no choice but to kill one of them."
While they were talking, the two towering swords were moving.
"The dragon body of the evil beast was a hundred meters long and could not be taken back to the Li Mansion, so it was burned. The remaining dragon head will be left to your junior brother for disposal."
Yang He accepted it happily, and the junior brother just wanted to hold the senior brother's thigh.
"I plan to make a furnace of elixirs to see if I can save Master Jiang's disciples."
According to Jiang Ziya's instructions, transforming into a dragon requires a ghost dragon corpse. Although the dragon corpses collected so far are mixed, we can give it a try for the time being.
"Junior brother, if it's not enough, I will peel off the Dragon King of the East China Sea..."
"Enough is enough."
Seeing Nezha eager to try, Yang He quickly stopped him.
Nezha's strength has greatly increased after he reshaped his body, but there is no way he can be a match for the Dragon King of the East China Sea, especially since the Dragon King of the East China Sea does not know whether he is a dragon or a ghost.
Yang He took out the tripod and put the dragon head inside.
The three-legged cauldron was full of broken limbs, and the cover could no longer be closed. The eyes of the cauldron were moving randomly, urging Yang He to refine it as soon as possible.
Nezha stared at the three-legged tripod curiously, and then couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"Junior brother, mother, kiss them..."
"Mrs. Yin did not say anything to blame. Jin Zha Muzha and you have blood thicker than water. Senior brother, they all see the suffering you have suffered in the past three years."
Li Jing's eagerness for quick success and instant gain to refine Nezha can already show that he is a father in vain.
Even if Nezha doesn't kill, Mrs. Yin will not let Li Jing go after she regains consciousness. The behavior of Randen Taoist can also show the attitude of Chanjiao.
Nezha squatted beside the three-legged tripod and was silent for a long time. Yang He was already preparing for the alchemy.
"Junior brother, have you received a red paper?"
"What red paper?"
Nezha handed the crumpled red paper to Yang He, "I have torn up three of the ones that suddenly appeared on my body, but they will appear again if I am not careful."
Yang He reached out and took it, "This is an invitation from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, an invitation to a birthday banquet, but it is definitely not a good thing for the Dragon King of the East China Sea to invite us."
There was a long congratulatory message written on the back of the invitation, and the handwriting looked crooked.
‘Budze in spring brings brilliance to all things. Today is the birthday of the Dragon King of the East China Sea. We plan to hold a birthday banquet in the Zishan Hall. We will prepare peach cups. We respectfully invite you to come and talk about your family relationship and wish you good luck. ’
Yang He imitated the handwriting and wrote a few strokes, feeling extremely awkward.
"Junior brother, you are amazing, you can make alchemy and you can also read."
Yang He's mouth twitched, thinking about it, Nezha was only seven or eight years old, and he was locked up in Linglong Pagoda for three years. How could anyone teach him to read and write.
"Brother, I will teach you from now on."
"That's not necessary." Nezha scratched his head and said, "Just let Master teach me how to read. I'm not interested in alchemy either."
Yang He looked helpless, and then looked for Donghai Dragon Palace to distribute his invitations.
As a result, there was no red paper at all.
"Will invitations only be received by living people?"
Yang He took the initiative to cancel the corpse's immortal body. The moment the yin fire turned into yang fire, a chill came to his heart, and the invitation appeared in the lining pocket.
The content of the red paper is the same. I don’t know what the Dragon King of East China Sea wants.
Yang He frowned and carefully recalled his contact with the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. His behavior was very disorderly, and the patrolling Yaksha was not intelligent either.
Nezha said worriedly: "Junior brother, your cultivation level is too low. Since you can fake death to avoid the invitation, don't go to the Dragon King's birthday party."
"Yeah."
Yang He urged the corpse to dissolve the immortal body, and the invitation was wiped out in his hand.
"It seems that the Dragon King does not invite the dead to his birthday banquet. Brother, please be careful and don't act recklessly. The Dragon Palace in the East China Sea is unfathomable."
Nezha hummed a few times and nodded in agreement.
Yang He did not dare to neglect, he had to refine the elixir before falling to the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and instill a steady stream of Yin Qi into the tripod.
Five-color flames wrapped around the cauldron, and the flames smelled like karma fire.
The pieces of the stump began to dissolve, and thick smoke billowed out.
Nezha stayed in the corner and watched the alchemy.
After a while, Nezha waited until there was no movement in the back room before getting up to meet Mrs. Yin.
Yang He concentrated on refining the elixir, and soon only the viscous black water was left in the cauldron. Even without the auxiliary medicine, the storyteller had partially transformed into a dragon, and the medicinal properties could stimulate the physical body to be reborn.
The three-legged tripod is full of spirituality, which is very obvious when refining elixirs, and can help suppress the medicinal properties.
"Hey."
Yang He was not sure whether he could bring the storyteller back to life by transforming into a dragon. If he failed, it would be a waste of resources.
"It shouldn't be a big problem, since Buddha Vimalakirti was able to come back to life."
The most difficult thing to resurrect is the soul, but the panel doesn't care whether the soul is intact or not. Yang He only needs to consider whether the storyteller is alive.
Gurgling.
There are arms grabbing outwards in the black water, and you can hear nails scratching the inner wall of the tripod, as if countless souls are wailing in despair.
【Hualong Danshui】
[After taking it, it will corrode the body and soul, and you will experience eternal pain during the period, causing the body and soul to undergo irreversible transformation into a dragon and ghost. 】
Yang He secretly gasped, then threw the storyteller's body into the tripod.
The corpse cannot take the elixir and can only absorb it by boiling it, just like when Master Taiyi practiced Qi for Yang He.
"If Jiang Ziya knew that I was repeatedly tormenting his disciples, would he retaliate when he becomes a god? Haha."
The corpse merged into the elixir water, and the sound of dragons and tigers roaring was heard.
The three-legged tripod seemed to be raising poisonous insects, and there were a large number of poisonous insects inside that were killing each other.
Yang He opened his wrist and used the remaining blood of the Corpse Immortal as a medicine. His brain felt dizzy, and the blood drained out, almost extinguishing the Yang Fire. Fortunately, the ghost pupils kept the vitality of his internal organs.
After resting for a while, the voice inside the cauldron became strange.
Flesh torn and bones broken.
Accompanied by the whimpering of swallowing it alive, it looked less like refining a corpse and more like refining a dragon.
Boom, boom, boom.
The tripod jumped and rolled, making holes one after another.
Yang He looked uneasy and tried his best to suppress the tripod from exploding. The ground was shaking slightly and the courtyard wall almost collapsed.
There is an increase in spiritual vision.
"What the hell? Can alchemy affect spiritual vision?"
Yang He's scalp was numb. At this time, the black hair restrained the tripod. Mrs. Yin quickly fixed it and hoisted the penis into the sky in the backyard.
Just as he was about to say thank you, Mrs. Yin's voice sounded.
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"Yang He."
A bunch of black hair fell on Yang He's head, and then got into his scalp, "If you encounter danger in the future, I can help you at any time."
Mrs. Yin did not disturb Yang He, and left quietly after caressing Yang He's head.
Yang He noticed that there was an extra talisman on the surface of the Qianyuan Mountain seal.
[The talisman given to change the character's established destiny. When playing the permanent role "Zombie Taoist Child", extra spiritual vision can be consumed to allow Mrs. Yin to participate in the allusion. The talisman is damaged and cannot be restored. 】
Yang He continued to refine the elixir until the medicinal properties were completely exhausted.
He did not rush to open the three-legged cauldron, but looked outside the Li Mansion. Unknowingly, he had reached the depths of the bizarre East China Sea.
All the buildings in Chentangguan have been transformed into corals of different colors.
A half-human, half-dragon figure wanders among the corals.
“It feels like instead of going to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, Chentangguan has transformed into the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.”
Yang He opened his ghost eyes and vaguely saw a huge giant thing surrounding the town, which invisibly brought an appalling sense of oppression.
Hum~~~
The sea water creates waves.
Yang He glanced in the direction of the Dragon King Temple.
The original ruins were nowhere to be found, and several palaces appeared. There were a large number of people inside, all wearing white cloth shrouds.
"East China Sea Dragon Palace? Isn't it a bit...too shabby?"
The shape of the palace is square and square. At first glance, it looks like towering tombs. The birthday banquet is not festive, but is no different from a funeral.
The more Yang He thought about it, the weirder he felt, and the tripod began to shake again.
Before he could react, Nezha's aura suddenly disappeared from the Li Mansion. It was obvious that the previous invitation was more than just a notification to the two of them.
Take Nezha directly into the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
boom.
Mrs. Yin has a tendency to lose control again, and her black hair keeps stirring the sea water.
She stood in front of the Li Mansion, staring straight at the East China Sea Dragon Palace, but her expression soon returned to calm, and she turned back to the back room.
Yang He suspected that Mrs. Yin had hidden black hair on Nezha's body and could come at any time.
The allusions become increasingly confusing.
Yang He didn't want to wait any longer, so he opened the cover and got into the pure Yin coffin, burying himself underground, leaving the three-legged tripod alone in the center of the backyard.
"Since Yang He was invited to the Dragon King's birthday banquet, he didn't say which Yang He it was, right?"
Life is cut off.
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Jin Zha came to the backyard and wanted to ask about Yang He's situation, but he only saw a tripod that kept shaking, and the roar became more and more intense.
Suddenly.
The tripod disappeared.
………
When Yang He returned to the main world, the first thing he harvested was the top of the tower.
【Obtain 〈The Top Floor of the Broken Exquisite Pagoda〉】
【Obtain
【Obtain 〈Pure Yin Coffin〉】
Yang He only exchanged the top of the tower, after all, the two Yin vessels were used to accommodate the other characters.
Meow~~
The black cat jumped up to his shoulder curiously.
Yang He thought slightly, and the top and bottom of the tower merged into one, turning into a slightly ridiculous image, a condensed inferior version of the exquisite pagoda.
It's like holding a low yurt in the palm of your hand.
【The broken exquisite pagoda】
[It was originally a mid-grade Yin treasure refined by Taoist Ran Deng. Only the bottom and top layers were left and became a fake Yin treasure. After refining, it can be large or small and can be used to seal ghosts. 】
The quality of the Linglong Pagoda is still a fake Yin treasure, but it is very close to the Yin treasure.
Yang He could only control it for a quarter of an hour originally, but now he was afraid that his Yin Qi would be exhausted in three or four minutes, so he simply threw it into the shadow of his feet.
He summoned the panel to inherit the corpse Taoist boy's cultivation.
The two ghosts in the body began to transform.
Seven days later, the three layers of glass film were formed, and the ghost body went through tempering again, and the number of times the ghost was buried in water was just replenished.
[Vulgar things: aquatic water]
[Related allusion: "Water Buried Ghost", whether to spend 1 point of spiritual vision to enter the allusion world]
"OK."
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(End of chapter)