Chapter 132 The Buddha Seizes the Opportunity
Yang He had already sorted out his thoughts. The difficulty of Plague Scattering Ghost could be said to be a narrow escape, but with the accumulation of three allusions, he could play a decisive role in the Conferred God War.
[The identity of
[Scribe: You have benefited a lot from meditating on the migratory vortex. Even your husband praised you repeatedly, but you don’t know that going too far is not enough. By the end of the evening class in the school, your head has disappeared. 】
[Trader: Any calligraphy and painting with swirling patterns are very easy to sell in the town. You tried to copy them, but you died suddenly at night. 】
[Please select the identity you play in the allusion]
Yang He looked at the three permanent characters and quickly excluded the corpse boy.
The corpse Taoist boy is already on the list, and there is a high probability that he will be in the eyes of Yuanshi Tianzun. Even if he thinks that he is in Cao Ying and his heart is in the Han Dynasty, the saint will suffer if he doesn't like the corpse Taoist boy.
The third prince is a little better, but currently his presence in Chanjiao is not strong.
But he is still a member of the Chan Sect after all, and Lu Yue's arrangement in Xiqi this time is for Jiang Ziya, and becoming a plague messenger will do more harm than good.
"It seems that only Wushu Buddha can be worshiped. Nuwa's disciples don't have so many taboos."
Empress Nuwa is no longer alive, and any actions of Buddha Vulgar will not arouse any criticism as long as they are to quell the disaster.
The key is that Wu Guo's body can suppress the insect ghost.
The Immaculate Body is the most domineering immortal body Yang He has ever seen. The body seems to have the rules set by the saints. The five internal organs and ghosts will die immediately after leaving the body.
[Whether to consume 2 points to teach the identity of
"OK."
[Wugou Buddha: As a disciple of a saint, you can hear the common people praying to the saints. You can hear the lamentations of the ordinary people everywhere in Yanqu Town. The saints are crying. You should be called to come down to earth to save the world. 】
Yang He hesitated again and again, and took the black cat with him. In addition to the copper coin sword, he also chose corpse nails and leather bag Taoist robes.
"It's a pity that Buddha Wushu only has five years of life. If he had one more year, he would have been able to maintain his cultivation in the evil ghost realm for a long time."
"Let's go."
Yang He's eyes flickered, and at the moment of determination, there seemed to be countless wailing sounds in his ears, and the image of a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones emerged in his mind.
………
Outside Yanqu Town.
Qingsong and Qingsong were holding a candle on the hillside, and they could see the flames swaying slightly.
Qingbo's face was full of fear. The candle lamp was related to the Yang Fire in the Mingshan Mountain. Once it was completely extinguished, it meant that his master was gone.
They looked towards Yanqu Town, where dark clouds enveloped all the buildings.
Even with the Eyesight Talisman, one cannot clearly see the current situation of mortals. All that is known is that the giant face in the center of the clouds opens its vortex and is devouring living beings without restraint.
Even the hilltop where the two of them were located has been affected.
The flight paths of mosquitoes swirled, and the new shoots of vegetation appeared in a swirling shape.
It can be seen that it won't be long before the vortex will completely destroy Yanqu Town.
Qingbo released paper birds one after another, looking extremely confused.
Because of its limited cultivation, the paper bird will destroy itself if it is ten miles away. Yanqu Town is already remote, so how can there be a fellow disciple ten miles away.
"It's too late, junior sister, I feel like the clouds are almost full."
The two stood there blankly.
In a sense, the predictions made by the Golden Spirit Mother for Li Qi were very accurate.
If Yang He hadn't intervened, the right time, place and people would have been in Li Qi's favor, and the latter would have become the messenger of the plague by joining Lu Yue's sect.
Qingsong let out a long sigh and pretended to be calm.
"Junior sister, please return to Xiqi. I plan to go to Yanqu Town. No matter whether the master is dead or alive, someone must collect his body."
"Brother, why don't I follow you? If you both die..."
Qingbo burst into tears, and before he finished speaking, Qingsong had already put the talisman between his eyebrows.
Her eyelids trembled, and she suddenly fell asleep.
Qingsong smiled and said nothing, summoned two paper horses, one escorted Qingbo, and he rode the other straight to the smoke-filled Yanqu Town.
After approaching the entrance of the town, he sensed the location of Mingshan through the candle lamp.
Mingshan is not far from the entrance of the town, but it seems to be standing still. There has been no feedback from Zhudeng several times.
Qingsong hesitated for a few breaths, then stepped into the range of dark clouds.
As if the dark clouds were lifted, the current situation of the town came into view.
Yanqu Town seemed to come to life, the vortexes within sight were spinning, and the buildings became topsy-turvy as a result.
Qingsong saw hundreds of mortals walking hard.
Traces of the whirlpool can be seen all over their bodies, and they even carry heavy snail shells on their backs and have talismans on their foreheads to help resist the whirlpool.
"Master..."
Mingshan followed behind, trying his best to maintain hundreds of spiritual talismans.
Qingsong's pupils shrank, his master was no longer human.
Most of Mingshan's body was covered in the vortex, his Taoist robe was shattered, his facial features were distorted, and his internal organs could be vaguely seen on his exposed chest.
He had already lost consciousness, but his instinct was still protecting mortals from escaping.
"Master, Master!"
Qingsong tried to call, but received no response. Mingshan was not completely eroded by cochlear disease because his consciousness was holding on.
He had a cramp in his stomach, and cochlear disease infected everyone indiscriminately.
"Fortunately, we can leave Yanqu Town in just a few steps. As long as Master can make it to Xiqi and Uncle Nezha is here, he can definitely save his life."
He endured the severe pain and faced it, only to freeze in place with a glance from the corner of his eye.
It was clear that behind Qingsong was the outside of the town, but for a moment, he could only see layers of streets and alleys.
"The town itself is also a whirlpool. All the houses are spinning. There is... no chance of escaping from Yanqu Town." Everything was in vain.
Qingsong knelt on the ground, and dozens of townspeople around him also lost their strength one after another.
The scene was extremely chaotic, with the woman sobbing softly, the unnoticed baby falling to the ground, and the old man turning around and wanting to go home to die.
The items he carried were discarded on the street corner, but Mingshan was still walking tirelessly.
"It is simply not something that ordinary people can resist. Under the methods of the Jiejiao Immortal, we are no different from ants, and our struggle is completely in vain."
Qingsong retched repeatedly, and the hair on the top of his head penetrated into his brain.
He wanted to walk toward Mingshan, but he staggered and fell. The bones in his legs had softened, and his skin began to secrete mucus.
"Saints save us, why is the world full of suffering!"
Qingsong's eyes were empty, and he saw the crooked statue of Nuwa not far away.
He smiled self-deprecatingly. The statue of the god was actually affected by the vortex. Nuwa's face was replaced by the vortex, and her limbs were twisted.
Even so, the townspeople still feel that Nuwa can protect them.
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The vitality of the green pine is about to be cut off.
Sudden.
A slight chanting sounded.
Qingsong originally thought it was a fantasy before his death, but soon the chanting became more and more intense. It was not something a mortal could produce, and it was so majestic.
"With great determination, I submit myself to the rituals of my destiny, knead the earth to create a human being, transform all things into being, and create rituals for marriage..."
He noticed that the statue of Nuwa had returned to its original state at some point.
Empress Nuwa had a compassionate expression, and two lines of blood and tears flowed.
Click.
Cracks spread on the surface of the statue, blood soaked the ground, chanting sutras disappeared, and a faint ray of sunlight penetrated through the clouds to illuminate the surroundings.
The townspeople were silent and prayed devoutly to the Nuwa Empress.
Qingsong witnessed the statue of Nuwa falling apart with his own eyes, and then a stone statue carved from pure white jade appeared.
"I am a disciple of Empress Nuwa, the Immaculate Buddha Yang He."
Qingsong had heard rumors about disciples of saints walking around the world.
Whenever there is suffering, disciples of saints will come to save all living beings, but... hasn't Nuwa Empress no longer been born?
Some people say that when the Dragon King of the East China Sea flooded Chentangguan, he saw the disciples of the saint.
But ten years have passed.
Yang He opened his eyes, and the halo behind his head turned into the shadow of Nuwa. The vortex within a hundred meters stopped, and the giant face above his head also restrained.
The three Yang Fires were burning brightly, and the Five-Way God took advantage of the situation.
The insect ghost was attached to the copper coin sword and did not dare to react at all. The oppressive feeling brought by Nuwa's phantom was really terrifying.
The noisy murmur of the Five-Way Gods rang out from Yang He's body.
"Master, Master, we are alive again!"
"This ghost place is more evil than Chentangguan. Master, whose handiwork is it?"
"Master, I feel someone is watching you!"
"Find him and eat him!!"
"Eat it!!!"
Yang He ignored the Five-Way God, closed his eyes and communicated with his innocent body, and the ordinary joys, angers, sorrows and joys around him intuitively poured into his mind.
The Immaculate Body, as the immortal body involved in the saint Nuwa, not only has the wonderful function of burning Yangshou and promoting the improvement of the realm, but at the same time, it is equivalent to the incarnation of the saint in the mortal world.
Yang He opened his eyes again, and Nuwa's shadow did the same.
"Nuwa..."
Li Qi appeared at the end of the street and couldn't help but show fear when facing Yang He, even though the latter's revealed cultivation level was only in the weak ghost realm.
But the way the saint's disciples arrived was truly shocking.
"Junior Li Qi has met people from the Nuwa sect. This place was done by Immortal Lu Yue of Jiejiao. The only way to prevent the spread of the cochlear plague is to have someone who can digest the migratory vortex Taoism."
Li Qi's meaning was very clear. As long as he became the messenger of plague, the disaster would be quelled.
He didn't think Yang He could stop the cochlear disease. Unless the saint personally took action, how could the plague formation covering the entire Xiqi be broken easily.
Li Qi wanted to continue to explain, but he heard Yang He sigh deeply.
"The suffering of all living beings is my suffering."
The words just fell.
The Buddha was filled with countless cracks, and then pupils appeared one after another in its eyes. The pupils were different, and they were all mortals from Yanqu Town.
The townspeople suddenly felt that their cochlear disease was getting better, and the alienation in their bodies was slowly disappearing.
Just like the Empress Nuwa once endured Chao Ge’s boundless resentment.
With the help of his impeccable body, Yang He can also withstand ordinary sufferings.
Even if ordinary people understand the Taoism of Migration, it is difficult to give birth to insect ghosts, and they can only turn into evil spirits under the erosion of cochlear disease.
Yang He only felt severe pain coming, and at the same time, he seemed to feel the same pain as thousands of others.
Thousands of Taoist traditions that faced the vortex directly came into their minds. Large and small vortexes appeared in the Niwan Palace. The insect ghosts screamed and frantically digested the feedback from the vortex.
The copper coin sword buzzed and began to transform into a Yin treasure.
Li Qi's hair stood on end as he noticed that Yang He's head was constantly breaking and healing, and that all the vortices in Yanqu Town were actually shrinking.
"You...what are you doing? The opportunity is mine!!!"
(End of chapter)