Chapter 129 Yanqu Town is raising Gu (please vote for me)
Generally speaking, the black cat is slightly weaker than ordinary ghosts, but as a storage bag, its strength is actually very comprehensive.
After Yang He finished his work, the sky turned dark and boundless without realizing it.
The lights are still bright outside the window, and people are coming and going everywhere in Peibaicheng. Now there are vendors setting up stalls everywhere in the streets and alleys.
Yang He looked in the direction of the Yamen and vaguely sensed Red Chang's aura.
"It seems that the Zishi Sect is indeed doing something secretly. The fierce ghost monks from Da Si have come to Peibaicheng again. The days to come will not be peaceful."
He was curious about how Da Si would deal with Zi Shi Jiao.
It stands to reason that the Imperial Court of Da Si has lasted for three thousand years and cannot be shaken by the Zishi Sect, so there is no need for him to worry too much.
Yang He had already attached his eyes to Old Man Yang, and was ready to remain unchanged in response to any changes.
[Vulgar Things: Plague]
[Related allusion: "Plague Scattered Ghost", whether to spend 10 points of spiritual vision to enter the allusion world]
"OK."
[Identities
[Police Agent: You encountered an accident while burning your body. Some people saw a vortex of black smoke surrounding the Yamen. You died suddenly and inexplicably that night, with no trace of your body left. 】
[Clay figurine seller: You tried to imitate the clay figurines sold by others, but ended up not setting up a stall for a day and a night. When the body was found at home, the neck was twisted seven times. 】
The two faces in front of Yang He were reduced to ashes, and their deaths were extremely tragic.
It turns out that cochlear disease may have spread, the town is full of whirlpools, and no one can resist the effects of the whirlpools.
[Please select the identity you play in the allusion]
Yang He had a clear purpose this time and directly found the characters related to the Song Dynasty.
"Even if the immortal master in the Song Dynasty is not the source of cochlear disease, he is still involved."
Soon, he settled on a role.
[Scribe (White): You are a distant relative of the Song Dynasty. You study hard in school every day. At some point, you noticed that your classmates seemed to be acting strangely. 】
There were no imperial examination scholars in the Shang Dynasty, but wealthy families generally had some retainers.
[If you do not choose an identity, you will go to the world of allusions with your real body]
"Just him, well, bring the insect ghost into the world of allusions."
Yang He had already planned that the vortex in Yanqu Town was to promote the birth of insect ghosts. With the presence of insect ghosts, the influence of the vortex should be avoided.
[Whether to consume 2 points of spiritual vision to teach the identity of
He originally thought that the insect ghost would follow the copper coin sword to the world of allusions.
But he didn't expect that the insect ghost would consume his spiritual vision alone.
"OK."
"The vortex method, it turns out that the vortex contains some kind of Taoist inheritance."
"What the hell?"
Yang He raised his eyebrows, suddenly realizing that something was wrong with his identity as a scribe.
The moment he taught the vortex method, the scribe's face began to change, his head suddenly swelled, and his appearance was completely different.
The face is like a full moon, the eyes are like beads, and there is a strange and inexplicable smile on the corner of the mouth.
There are also differences in character information.
[Scribe (green): While you were studying hard at Song Mansion Academy, you seemed to be able to comprehend something from the vortex that was everywhere. 】
Yang He's face was full of astonishment, and he didn't understand why the scribes looked so different.
"The Immortal Master of the Song Dynasty mentioned by Chen Captou seems to have a similar appearance. Could it be that he only needs to use the vortex to breed insect ghosts?"
"No matter, let's go in first and talk about it later."
[Whether to consume 2 points of spiritual vision to teach the identity of
Yang He tried to teach the three-headed and six-armed Dharmakaya, but the quality of the character did not decrease, but instead became faintly green and bluish.
[Whether to consume 2 points of spiritual vision to teach the identity of
[Whether to consume 40 points of spiritual vision to teach the identity of
[Scribe (Blue): While you were studying hard at Song Mansion Academy, relying on the blessing of your innate magical powers, you seemed to be able to comprehend something from the ubiquitous vortex. 】
After turning into blue quality, the scribe's appearance became somewhat restrained, and you wouldn't notice the difference unless you stare carefully.
"Select [Scribe]."
………
Mr. Song once served as an official in Xiqi. When he was old and returned to his hometown, he set up a school at home and personally taught knowledge to his descendants.
Even if you look at the entire Song Dynasty, the school is the most conspicuous building.
The rain was falling in patter, and the water vapor was rising in a vortex. A dozen oil lamps illuminated the classroom, which was filled with scribes.
Yang He's position was close to the corner. After waking up, he noticed the strange atmosphere.
There was silence in the school.
Everyone was staring down at the books, with fear in their eyes, and any sound would be infinitely amplified.
"Cough cough cough."
Yang He's sudden cough made them even more panicked.
"Yang...Yang He."
The scribe approaching Yang He remained motionless and reminded in a low voice: "Yang He, don't talk anymore, first... Mr. Even if he has to go to school, he will be unhappy."
"What will happen if sir is unhappy?"
The scribe did not respond to Yang He, and glanced at the latter with his peripheral vision.
When he saw Yang He's head, his pupils couldn't help but tremble, and he quickly lowered his head and closed his eyes. At this time, there was the sound of heavy objects being dragged outside the door.
Snap, snap, snap.
Accompanied by violent gasps, it was terrifying.
Yang He frowned slightly, and the slight tingling in his internal organs brought him back from his thoughts. He thought that if there were insect ghosts, he would no longer be affected by cochlear disease.
As a result, just after adapting to the role, cochlear disease followed him like a shadow.
It's just that compared to the previous two times, the snail feeling is not fatal. How should I put it? Instead, it occurs with an indescribable pattern. Yang He noticed some records in the book on his desk.
"It has been raining for three days, when should we stop?"
〈The gentleman did not let us leave the residence. He himself seemed to be seriously ill. He had been sweating during morning class and his clothes were soaked〉
〈It has been raining for five days, but my husband’s serious illness has not improved and his walking speed is getting slower and slower〉
〈Sir, he is too scary〉
The record ended abruptly. The real situation must be far more appalling than the words describe, otherwise all the students would not be sitting on pins and needles.
Yang He glanced out the window, and the rain seemed to only cover the Song Mansion.
The clouds in the sky were entangled with each other, forming twisted vortices, and the cold wind was filled with a fishy smell.
"Haha."
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Yang He did not act rashly and closed his eyes to communicate with the three ghosts in his body.
The pupil ghost and the potential ghost were slightly silent, perhaps mainly because of the evil spirits behind Yanqu Town, which made the two fierce ghosts dare not let out their breath.
The insect ghost is still contained in the copper coin sword, and it is extremely active moving between flesh and blood.
Yang He could not control the insect ghosts with his arms and fingers, and could only communicate with the insect ghosts in disguise through the copper coin sword, which was very limited in use.
"Wait."
With a thought in his mind, the ghost pupils quietly opened in his hair.
Yang He stared at the exposed growth rings on the table. The circles overlapped to form a vortex. The pain in his organs became more intense after staring for a moment.
Not surprisingly, that is a sign that cochlear disease is out of control.
Yang He was not surprised but overjoyed. While looking directly at the vortex, the insect ghost slowly crawled along the blood vessels into the Niwan Palace, and then turned into a vortex.
He visualized the whirlpool in the Niwan Palace, and tiny details of the Dharma came into his mind.
"Heart Gu"
The method is extremely inferior, its realm is only the first two levels, the words are unclear, and it is not even as good as the Qi-gaining technique of Taoist priests.
But Yang He is sure of one thing. Cochlear disease is indeed a different kind of preaching and teaching, and the specific purpose is unknown.
The vortex of growth rings on the table slowly disappeared.
"It's interesting."
"The highly contagious cochlear disease, the appearance of insect ghosts will be highly consistent when they are born, and the Taoist inheritance can be understood by looking directly at the vortex..."
"Why do you feel like Yanqu Town is raising gu?"
Yang He digested the contents of the heart voodoo, and then turned his attention to another vortex.
Snap, snap, snap.
"Good morning, everyone! Today I am at school again. You should concentrate on learning and diligently seek knowledge."
An old and hoarse voice sounded.
Yang He was distracted to check, and suddenly saw an incredible scene.
The old gentleman was naked from the waist up, with snail shells growing out of his high bulge on his back. His limbs were limp and he crawled on his spine.
As we walked, the snail shell continued to grow.
Yang He digested another vortex, and obtained almost the same insect-ghost technique. He simply concentrated it on the cracks on the wall to form a large-area vortex.
He was looking for patterns. After all, the Taoist tradition might have come from Emperor Haotian, and he might be able to find a suitable method for cultivating ghosts with plague eyes.
"Study well and study diligently."
The old gentleman climbed to the front of the school. Everything he passed was covered with mucus. His eyes looked at the many scribes who were lowering their heads to read.
"This chapter is the opening words of the saint. It has profound meaning. Read it aloud."
The old gentleman had lost all his intelligence, but he still maintained the habits he had during his lifetime. Everyone quickly started to read aloud according to the book.
Yang He relied on his outstanding reactions and did not reveal any flaws.
There was a scribe whose recitation was slowed down by half a beat, and his face suddenly looked frightened. In an instant, two snail eyes stretched in front of him.
"The key to learning is concentration. If your mind is not calm, how can you learn?"
Whirlpools appeared in the eyes, the scribe's expression was dull, his pupils couldn't help but turn, and his recitation became extremely hysterical.
Soon, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and veins popped out on his forehead.
The scribe's intracranial pressure continued to intensify, his skull made an unbearable noise, and swirling cracks spread.
The old gentleman smiled with satisfaction.
He curled up in the shell, his limbs began to shrink and detach, his image was completely reduced to a snail, and the yin energy exuding from his body intensified.
When we first met, the old gentleman was like an evil spirit.
In just a few moments, he has transformed into a fierce ghost.
The old gentleman took off all his clothes, and his boneless body sank deeply into the snail shell. After a while, he slowly emerged from it.
Snap.
After discarding the snail shell, the old man turned into a giant slug.
Yang Heyi looked at the sky. A whirlpool of dark clouds was entrenched at the top of the eaves. He was afraid that the old man would soon follow in the footsteps of Chen Captou.
Yanqu Town is raising voodoos, so the unqualified voodoos must naturally be cleared away.
"Sir...Sir, I want to choose one of you to carry the vortex on his back. Don't worry, I will help him put it on."
"The vortex contains the sages, and reading thousands of books is worse than carrying the vortex on your back."
None of the scribes dared to answer the question, their whole bodies were trembling uncontrollably.
at this time.
They noticed that Yang He stood up and walked towards the old gentleman.
"Sir, I want to carry the sage on my back."
Yang He stared at the snail shell with interest. Such a perfect vortex must contain an extremely superior method of raising ghosts, right?
(End of chapter)