Chapter 110 [Dragon Ghost Way (Alchemist)]
The waiter looked at Yang He's uncertain face and was so frightened that his legs became weak.
"Third Prince, spare your life! I really don't understand the rules of the Dragon Palace. If you accidentally bump into the Third Prince, please show your respect."
"It has nothing to do with you. How many people are already seated at the birthday banquet?"
"Back to the third prince, there are twenty-seven dragon kings in total. I heard that they all came from the rivers and rivers outside, and the young master from Chentangguan Li Mansion is also there."
"Where are the Dragon Kings of the Three Seas in the South, North and South?"
The Dragon King of the Four Seas is an immortal who served in Heaven before the Romance of the Gods. His strength may not be as high as that of Taiyi Zhenren who worked hard to become an immortal, but he is definitely not comparable to the ordinary.
"The dragon kings from all walks of life entered the birthday banquet with invitations. I didn't see the dragon kings of the three seas."
Yang He's expression was uncertain. He didn't understand what the Dragon King of the East China Sea meant. Could it be possible that the Dragon King of the Three Seas would also serve the birthday banquet table.
"Huh?"
He looked at the waiter, whose mouth and nose were already bleeding.
The waiter was almost scared to death.
Yang He communicated with Tonggui, and the aura he unconsciously exuded was restrained, and the waiter suddenly took a big breath of relief.
"Stay back."
"Thank you, Third Prince."
The waiter didn't dare to look up again, and his heart almost stopped as he looked at each other for just a moment.
Seeing that Yang He was about to leave, the waiter hesitated for a few moments and then said: "Third Prince, there is something I want to tell you."
"Say it."
"There are... waiters worshiping Nuwa in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. They even carved a statue of Nuwa out of rocks to worship her day and night."
When Yang Heyi heard what the waiter said, he couldn't help but think of the message of the Buddha.
[Vulture Buddha: As a disciple of a saint, you can hear the ordinary people praying to the saint, and there seem to be many desperate voices in the East China Sea Dragon Palace. 】
The information about the corpse Taoist usually reveals the current situation, such as being seriously injured and on the verge of death, or being transported somewhere in a coffin, but the information about Wushou Buddha is very vague and really weird.
"Have the believers who worshiped Nuwa said anything?"
"No...I don't know, Third Prince, I can go find out more."
"What's your name?"
"Liu...Liu Haizhu was originally a cloth merchant from Chentangguan."
Yang He turned around and left, and after taking a few steps he said again: "Liu Haizhu, if anything happens to the statue of Nuwa, please notify me immediately."
"Okay, the villain knows."
Liu Haizhu's expression was flattering and he kowtowed excitedly.
The Dragon King of the East China Sea is almost the same as a corpse. The third prince will definitely inherit the position of Dragon King in the future. Wouldn't his own status rise with the tide?
Yang He no longer paid attention to Liu Haizhu's thoughts.
He was only vaguely aware of the relationship between the Wugou Buddha and the Nuwa statue. At the same time, Jin Zha also said that saints would pay attention to disasters in ancient records.
If the saint comes, the storyteller must avoid it in advance.
Being affected is also a dead end.
Yang He no longer thought too much and immediately swam towards Zishan Palace.
During the journey, in order to adapt to the turbulent sea water, the body instinctively transformed into a dragon. Scales covered the skin and the dragon tail controlled the balance.
"Interesting."
The experience of transforming into a dragon is extremely novel, and the slightest movement of the mind can switch between human and dragon.
It's a pity that Yang Hexu has his appearance. It's just that after transforming into a dragon, his physical body strength increased by 30 to 40%, and he was able to breathe freely in the water.
He came to the door of Zishan Palace and stood at the window to observe the various dragon kings.
I originally thought that all the so-called dragon kings were possessed by evil spirits, but it turned out that all of them had normal intelligence and occasionally communicated with each other in low voices.
Twenty-seven Dragon Kings occupy two tables,
Nezha, on the other hand, was alone at one table, looking out of place.
The decoration inside the hall is like a mourning hall, with filial piety cloth hanging all over the beams, and four blazing braziers placed in the corners, which appear purple-red in the sea water. The waiters continuously sprinkle paper money.
The guests had dragon heads and bodies, and they sat in silence at the round table.
Various dragon kings?
In fact, he is a monk with a dragon ghost inside his body.
Moreover, there are also differences between dragon ghosts. It is not easy to have the characteristics of dragons, which makes their heads more like pythons and koi.
There is a single horn on the top of the head, and the scales appear sparse.
Some people even wore the head of a catfish, with only the stretched beard and traces of a real dragon barely visible.
【Dragon Ghost Way (Alchemist)】
[Once mastered, the dragon ghost will be parasitic in the spine, and it can control the wind and rain with the help of the dragon ghost, but it will go through the pain of skinning and turning into a human every year, and then the dragon ghost bloodline transformation will be successfully passed. If it cannot survive, the dragon ghost will break out of the body. 】
Their situation is completely opposite to that of Yang Hesuan, who practiced the Dragon Ghost Way but did not become a dragon.
Although Yang He has never been exposed to the dragon ghost path, the dragon blood in his body is pure, equivalent to that of a newborn dragon that has never practiced.
"Hey, they seem to know the existence of the Dragon King's birthday banquet."
Yang He noticed that the Dragon Ghost cultivator looked nervous, but also showed some enthusiasm. He completely regarded the Dragon King's birthday banquet as an immortal fate.
At the same time, the realm of most dragon ghost monks is no more than innate (evil ghost).
Ha~~
Nezha couldn't help but yawn repeatedly.
In his opinion, the Dragon Ghost monks are just rotten fish and rotten shrimps, not worthy of his own action. Just showing a little bit of Yin Qi is enough to scare him.
This is indeed the case. The monks are always on guard against Nezha.
"Weird."
Yang He was secretly speechless.
He was already preparing to face the Dragon King of the Four Seas at the same time, but the result was a group of ordinary monks with similar realms, which was really unexpected.
He also couldn’t understand what the Dragon King of the East China Sea was doing.
"Huh." Nezha raised his eyebrows, feeling that someone was peering at him from outside the palace.
“Where did Xiaoxiao come from!!!”
He took out the Qiankun Circle, and there was extremely rich smoke and dust overflowing from his mouth and nose. The sea water was boiling, and the Dragon Ghost monks invariably protected his vitals.
Nezha jumped on the table and tried to take action.
At this moment.
The door of Zishan Palace opened, and the waiter called respectfully.
"The Third Prince of Donghai has arrived~~~"
Nezha narrowed his eyes, murderous intent flashed across his face.
He had a pleasant conversation with his mother before, but he came to the East China Sea Dragon Palace without any warning. After waiting for half a day, his patience had already been exhausted.
The dragon ghost monks were horrified and looked at each other in disbelief.
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The door was pushed open.
When Yang He entered the palace, he could see that he belonged to a real dragon in every feature. His aura was not obvious, but the sense of oppression he brought was like substance.
“Hasn’t the East China Sea Dragon Palace been destroyed for three hundred years? Where did the third prince come from? !!”
The fear of the Dragon Ghost cultivator was palpable. Aren't all the dragon sons and dragon girls buried in the apse?
Take a closer look.
Yang He did have an inconspicuous transformation into a corpse. The patterns on his scales were like corpse spots, and his sharp claws were slightly purple, obviously containing corpse poison.
"Bah!!!"
When Nezha became interested, Hun Tianling tied up the Qiankun Circle and shook it hard.
Rumble.
The sea water is divided into two halves.
Yang He was horrified, Nezha really didn't make sense at all. Faced with Nezha from a hostile perspective, the devil boy was still a devil boy.
He summoned the tripod, and the circle of heaven and earth stopped in front of his head.
"Third Prince of Dragon Palace, how come you have my junior brother's magic weapon?"
Nezha did not take back the Qiankun Circle. Instead, the bone circle began to rotate continuously, and the hot flames rushed towards Yang He's cheek.
Not only did the murderous intention not subside, it became more intense.
When it comes to corpse Taoist boys, Yang He will be killed if he says even half a word wrong.
"Senior Brother Nezha."
The moment Nezha heard Yang He speak, he slammed the table hard. Hun Tian Ling tied up all the dragon ghost monks living in the place and blocked their five senses.
Yang He said with lingering fear: "Junior brother was recuperating in the tripod before, but then he came to the East China Sea Dragon Palace for no reason, and was regarded as the third prince of the Dragon Palace for no reason."
Nezha's braids shook as he thought about it, and then he remembered the identity of the storyteller.
"Where is the corpse Taoist junior brother?"
Nezha's words softened, not because of his friendship with Jiang Ziya, but mainly because the storyteller had previously put himself in danger to save himself.
"He is in seclusion. Because he is suspended from death, he cannot hear what is going on outside the window. He may not even know that we have come to the Dragon King of the East China Sea for a banquet."
"That's good, junior brother really needs to rest more."
Nezha nodded and motioned for Yang He to sit next to him.
The two of them communicated as if there was no one around, and the dragon ghost monk shivered without knowing why.
Yang He obeyed the instructions honestly.
"Senior Brother Nezha, what exactly is going on at the Dragon King's birthday banquet?"
Nezha raised his head and said, "I don't know, my junior brother said that Uncle Jiang is also in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, so I have been waiting for him to contact me."
"However, if Junior Brother Yang wants to know, I will find someone to ask."
Before Yang He could react, Hen Tianling strangled the catfish monk and pulled him in front of him. He could hear the sizzling sound of the red ribbon coming into contact with the flesh.
"Senior, senior, spare your life!!"
Brother Catfish tried desperately to break free, but to no avail.
Yang He's eyes twitched, and he deeply suspected that Nezha just picked the one he disliked the most, and he seemed to be taking the opportunity to vent his anger.
He quickly asked: "Who are you and where did you get the invitation?"
"Junior Taoist Yunze has been practicing in Qingshui Ze. Although he calls himself Qingshui Ze Dragon King, his magic power is not half as good as the two immortal masters."
"As for the invitation, it was purely out of thin air."
Nezha sneered, "What qualifications do you, a loach, have to participate in the Dragon King's banquet?"
"Don't kill me!!"
Taoist Yunze's eyes were slightly red, "Everyone among us alchemists knows about the Dragon King's Banquet, which is held every ten years in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. It really comes out of thin air and suddenly appears in my arms."
Yang He looked around at the dragon ghost monks, and the truth should be quite different.
"Senior Brother Nezha."
Nezha let go of Hun Tianling, Taoist Yunze hesitated and sat down next to Yang He.
Taoist Yunze realized that this Dragon King's birthday banquet might not be simple.
The two of them are obviously disciples of the Immortal Family, and they cannot possibly see the opportunity of the East China Sea Dragon Palace. Is it possible that something big will happen next?
Nezha looked at Taoist Yunze: "Are you considered the Dragon King?"
"In fact, they are all self-proclaimed. The Dragon Palace of the East China Sea has been destroyed, and the Dragon Palaces of the other three seas are no longer born. There are very few real dragons in the world."
Taoist Yunze added with a sneer: "If you live for thousands of years and undergo training, maybe you can turn into a real dragon that soars in the sky."
Yang He smiled and said nothing.
In my impression, whether it is The Romance of the Gods or Journey to the West, the real dragon seems to be miserable.
It is either the mount of a Bodhisattva or the spiritual beast of a great immortal. It is also full of treasures and is rare for use in medicine and refining.
Yang He vaguely remembered that the white dragon horse in Journey to the West was named Guangli Bodhisattva, but it ended up just coiling around the pillar in the gate of Lingshan Mountain.
(End of chapter)