Chapter 130 The opportunity to become a plague messenger
The old gentleman was slightly surprised and looked at Yang He with a look of relief on his face.
Even though Yang He did not expose the three ghosts, the insect ghosts still had an invisible influence, and the light around him seemed to be twisting and rotating.
"Very good, very good. Since you are willing to carry the sage on your back, come up quickly. The vortex contains countless knowledge that others cannot ask for!"
His words were full of urgency, and he couldn't help but glance out the window from the corner of his eye.
The whirlpool of dark clouds gradually moved toward the school. The old gentleman was so frightened that his whole body trembled and he couldn't help urging Yang He.
"This is a sage. As long as you yearn for it, you can understand the vortex."
"Quick!"
Yang He smiled and said nothing, noticing that after the old man shed his shell, his aura had dropped to that of a first-time evil spirit, while the snail shell was full of yin energy.
Obviously, the old gentleman wanted to use the snail shell to avoid the vortex.
The whirlpool attracts people to become evil spirits, and then cleans away the evil spirits. It seems that only those like Yang He, who can give birth to insect ghosts in their bodies, can survive.
"Sir, is there an immortal master in the Song Dynasty?"
"The Immortal Master is not in the Song Mansion!"
The old gentleman's voice became hysterical, and his whole body was trembling because of fear, "The immortal master has temporarily left the Song Mansion because of something. Hurry up and take the sage on your back immediately!"
"If you don't want to understand the vortex, then find someone else!!!"
Yang He didn't ask any more questions, but still walked slowly towards the snail shell.
Waves of waves stirred up in Niwan Palace. After Insect Ghost digested the two vortexes, his cultivation level obviously showed a slight increase.
Yang He secretly sighed that he was indeed raising Gu.
Under normal circumstances, the promotion of insect ghosts would be very cumbersome, but in the end, they can rely on vortexes to break through the bottleneck. According to the number of vortexes in Yanqu Town, it is enough to support hundreds of insect ghosts.
When the old gentleman saw that Yang He did not resist, he couldn't help but admired: "You must not neglect it and follow Yang He's example."
No one in the school agreed, they were just staring at the snail shell.
The vortex inside and outside the snail shell seems to have magical properties. If you are not careful, you will be immersed in it. The so-called snail disease has taken over the brain.
They opened their mouths uncontrollably, making overwhelming sounds from their upper and lower jaws.
The tongue came out bit by bit, getting bigger and bigger.
Some scribes remained conscious, but they could only watch the creatures with tongues, while their own heads were reduced to snail shells inhabited by slugs.
"Woo woo woo."
"Save me! Save us!"
The neck shows signs of breaking, and once the head is detached, it will turn into a human-headed snail.
Spiritual vision skyrocketed.
Yang He stopped calmly, his eyebrows opened and his eyes widened.
"You have a great head, and you are born to carry a sage on your back."
The old gentleman was impatient. The whirlpool of dark clouds had already reached the window. He heard a popping sound, the window was blown open by the strong wind, and rain poured down.
"Hurry!"
"As long as you come into contact with the vortex, I will help you understand the sages. Don't panic about any changes. They are all the magical effects of the vortex!"
Yang He looked directly at the vortex, and the lines of the snail shell were already reflected in the Niwan Palace. The insect ghosts were greedily digesting it, and they would be promoted to evil ghosts at any time.
The old gentleman approached Yang He and secreted mucus all over his body.
At this moment.
Click.
The old gentleman's expression was astonished. A fine crack appeared on the surface of the snail shell, and the changes in the scribes also stopped abruptly.
"You..."
They gasped for air and covered their mouths in fear.
The scribes couldn't help but look at Yang He, and a horrifying scene appeared.
Yang He was still looking directly at the vortex, but there was an extra arm behind him. To be precise, it was a skinny mummy arm.
The palms of the mummy’s arms have blood-colored eyes! !
Bang bang bang.
The ghost hand turned into a length of four to five meters and wrapped around the old man like a long snake.
"No, no, no, sir, I have been teaching and solving mysteries for forty years. I don't want to die, so why should I die in the vortex? Yang He, please let me go..."
Before he finished speaking, Ghost Hands had already taken the old gentleman out of the school.
After having thousands of transformations and hundreds of ghosts mixed with the Yuan Jing, even if it is not a permanent role, the ghost hand still has the strength of the evil ghost realm, plus the blessing of the pupil ghost, it is not something that the old gentleman who abandons the snail shell can resist.
"No!!!"
The giant slug transformed by the old man was swept into the vortex of dark clouds.
After a few breaths, Guishou brought back a piece of earthworm bone and flesh again. It was slightly smaller than the bone and flesh formed by Butcher Chen, but the quality was excellent.
The copper coin sword was about to move. As soon as Yang He retracted the flesh and bones, the sword came out from his chest. More than a dozen red ropes tied up the flesh and bones and devoured them.
After all, this Yin weapon has been refined by Master Taiyi, and its spirituality is far beyond ordinary.
The snail shell in front of Yang He also shattered into pieces.
He closed his eyes and digested the new method in his mind, "Plague Insects Transformation into Ghost Sutra".
The Sutra of Insects Transforming into Ghosts is comparable to the third level of the Mystical Eye of Heaven, with a total of four levels, and there are a lot of notes on how to practice it between the lines.
The insect ghost neighed excitedly, only half a step away from the evil ghost realm.
"Hmm."
The remaining breath of the vortex acted on Yang He's body.
There were vortexes appearing between the flesh and bones, and he frowned slightly. The vortexes began to spread all over the organs, and even swirled in the blood.
Click click click.
Yang He's head swelled and he continued to get closer to the so-called immortal master.
Suddenly, some unfamiliar memories appeared in my mind. It seemed that after understanding a certain Hui Vortex Taoism, I would gradually come into contact with the truth.
"The source of the cochlear disease is indeed Jie Jiao." Yang He seemed to be scratching his head. He was so close to the secrets of Yanqu Town, but separated by a thin layer of window paper.
"Photograph!"
The ghost eyes open and close.
The scribes woke up one after another, their expressions still remained frightened.
Yang He's exposed skin was covered with a large number of pupils, and the surrounding walls also opened gaps. In an instant, the entire school was shrouded in the gaze of countless pupils.
They didn't notice that as their eyes continued, the traces of the vortex were disappearing.
Yang He had a smile on his face, but his appearance had completely reduced to a face like a full moon and eyes like beads. Just standing there felt like real oppression.
He felt that the efficiency of comprehending the whirlpools one by one was too slow, so he simply did them all at the same time.
The Niwan Palace caused a stir, and the insect ghost was promoted to the evil ghost. The size became larger, but it still looked like a shellless snail.
The digestion of the vortex intensified, and various sects of Taoist traditions of varying depths emerged.
Yang He discovered that the Taoist inheritance was not only about raising ghosts, but also included a lot of alchemy and weapon refining.
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Although most of the methods are relatively superficial, the number is there, and each one can give him a new perspective on low realms.
"It's an immortal...immortal master!!"
"The immortal master saved us, otherwise the evil spirit would twist our heads off."
"Immortal Master!!"
They had seen the Immortal Master more or less. Before the rain fell, the Immortal Master was resting in a wing not far from the school.
Every time I pass by, I can see the immortal master motionless at the window.
The huge head is extremely conspicuous.
"Could it be Yang Hexian? I went home at midnight a few days ago and noticed a figure that looked very much like an immortal master in the inn."
"Impossible, don't all immortal masters look the same?"
The ghost pupils between Yang He's brows closed, and the pupils on the ground and walls disappeared, and all the vortices in the school disappeared out of thin air.
No matter how serious the external cochlear disease is, the whirlpool will not spread again.
Yang He swept away all the scribes and then reminded: "I suggest you not to leave the school easily. There are dangers everywhere in Yanqu Town now, and cochlear disease has already spread."
"Thank you, Master!!"
They saluted in unison.
Yang He looked down at his palm, and his fingerprints had turned into whirlpools, "Does any of you know the origin of the Song Mansion Immortal Master?"
All the scribes looked at each other and realized that there was more than one immortal master.
"I...I know."
"The Immortal Master came to the Song Mansion five days ago. At that time, cochlear disease had not yet appeared, and the Immortal Master had already mentioned that there would be a plague coming. I faintly heard him calling himself...a traveler."
"Bringer of Plague."
"Yes, the immortal master is indeed the messenger of plague."
Yang He has figured out the current situation in Yanqu Town.
Huiwo Taoism brought a lot of fragmented memories, and he barely pieced together the cause and effect by relying on the vague impression of reading the novels of the gods in his previous life.
There are twelve golden immortals in Chanjiao, but there are no distinctions in Jiejiao. Apart from the four direct disciples, there are also seven immortals who follow him.
The source of cochlear disease was arranged by Jie Jiao Lu Yue.
Lu Yue may be a bit unfamiliar, but later on, this person was canonized as the God of Plague by Jiang Taigong, and his full name was "Emperor Plague Huang Haotian".
That's right, it's the ghost god Haotian Emperor who is the source of plague eyes.
Lu Yue's actions in Yanqu Town were to recruit plague envoys and use the lives of thousands of people in the town to raise and screen the poison.
Yang He didn't know whether Xingwen Messenger was Lu Yue's disciple.
But the existence of the Plague Messenger is to expand manpower for Jiejiao to attack Xiqi.
Yang He even suspected that Lu Yue's arrangements in the villages and towns near Xiqi were just casual, even if mortals died as a result.
"Crazy!"
He cursed a few times secretly, and at the same time he also realized the horror of Jiejiao Immortal's methods.
"Lu Yue's strength is probably comparable to that of the Twelve Golden Immortals. The most important thing is that this person does not have any psychological burden."
"In the original work, many members of the Jiejiao disciples always seemed to think that they were the righteous party, and the massacre of Xiqi was just following the way of heaven, which is outrageous."
"But anyway..."
Yang He narrowed his eyes, becoming the messenger of plague would help complete the allusion.
The allusion of Plague Scattering Ghost is likely to be about Lu Yue's attack on Xiqi. Unsurprisingly, Chanjiao should have won. After all, Xiqi was the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, and its destruction meant that it had exhausted its strength.
"Even if Chanjiao wins this battle, I'm afraid it will be a miserable victory."
"Difficult to do."
Yang He walked out of the school slowly, and the ghost ghost began to rob more of the vortex orthodoxy. The inferior method does not mean it is worthless.
He could faintly notice that more than a dozen immortal masters had been born in Yanqu Town.
"The immortal master of the Song Dynasty is most likely a member of the Jiejiao disciple. After learning about the opportunity in advance, he came to Yanqu Town to reap the benefits."
"But."
As Yang He walked along the road, the pupil ghost swelled to half a meter in size, hanging behind his head and flickering with light. Wherever he passed, there were densely packed pupils.
"I'm determined to be this twenty-five-year-old guy!"
Yang He digested countless vortexes, and the insect ghost was already showing signs of being promoted to a fierce ghost. It became increasingly difficult for the other two ghosts to suppress the insect ghost.
"It doesn't matter if you die a few more times. It would be a pity to miss the identity of the plague messenger."
"Huh?"
Yang He belatedly looked into the distance, and Tong Gui felt a familiar aura entering the town.
"Junior Brother Qingfeng? It doesn't seem to be the case."
(End of chapter)