Chapter 59: Journey to the West, frame-up

"Bibotan? Marshal Benboerba? Is this Journey to the West?"

Xu Yang has been feeling uneasy for many days. It’s not a big deal, but he always feels that something is wrong, an indescribable feeling.

Until today when I came across this stone tablet, all the confusion I had felt for many days was suddenly cleared up.

"I see. No wonder some of the names sound so familiar, Chechi Palace, Zuanfeng Temple, Marshal Tyrant and General Ben... It turns out this is the world I remember."

The Yellow Eel Temple is this dilapidated temple. The yellow eel in front of you may be a member of the yellow eel spirit's tribe.

Perhaps it lacked some secret techniques, and after the eel gained intelligence, it found itself integrated into the cave and could only eat by suction through its mouth.

"The so-called Pisces Cave should be the two monsters Benboerba and Baerboben. I didn't expect that such a small monster in Journey to the West would have such a high status."

But think about it.

When watching other people’s stories, it is always easy to put yourself into the protagonist’s perspective.

Compared with the Monkey King who fights against heaven and earth, these little monsters are simply insignificant.

But if compared with mortals, the two little demons are also powerful demon kings.

Xu Yang carefully sorted out the clues.

The nine-headed water god worshipped in Xuanzhu Palace should be the nine-headed insect with one head cut off.

The Yinshan Mountain where the Zuanfeng Temple is located is probably the legendary Lion Camel Ridge. The escaped Nine-headed Insect brought his followers here to seek refuge with the three demon kings.

According to the timeline, it should be after Journey to the West.

The story of a hero does not end when the book is closed. No one wants to know the hero’s twilight years, but every hero will reach old age.

After Journey to the West, I guess nothing has changed.

No one knows what kind of dramatic changes happened to the world to become what it is today, and the myths and legends have been shattered.

No one knows the story of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and no one calls out to Sun Wukong because of the evil fog in the sky.

"Even if it is the world of Journey to the West, it doesn't matter. After all, it happens after Journey to the West." Xu Yang sighed.

It doesn't make any sense, it just eases my confusion about this world, and when I encounter certain things in the future, I will have a basic understanding in my mind.

The Nine-Headed Insect founded the Xuanzhu Taoist Palace. The Chechi County Palace and the Sanjun County Palace in Dijie County must have been the Taoist orthodoxy of that time.

The world has changed dramatically. I guess the four masters and apprentices must have passed away long ago. I wonder what traditions they left behind.

Since the people of that era left behind a Taoist tradition, their followers should also know these ancient secrets. Perhaps the powerful forces of today are making progress by stepping on the corpses of ancient gods.

"The four states collapsed, and the Heavenly Court fell. For people like me, it's not without benefits."

Xu Yang thought to himself.

The world is so colorful.

Legend has it that beyond the mountains to the north of the Three Kingdoms, there is an even vaster world, and the fairy mountains overseas hide countless ancient immortals and gods.

With the Warring States silk book that says "nothing can stop me", I can rise from the ninth rank to the eighth rank, the seventh rank,... the first rank, and then to the heaven-defying and country-stealing rank. I may become a great sage in the three realms.

The immortals fell, and the four states collapsed. The left-wing era was in full swing, and the left-wing forces could still stand firm in the world.

Xu Yang stood there for a long time, and the two people behind him didn't dare to breathe.

Suddenly, he came to his senses, cleaned up the eel's corpse, took away everything with words on it, and the soil from the cold altar.

"go!"

"Where?"

"Go home! Of course, Baizhu can't go back. You stay in Qushui. If you have any news about Shuangyu Cave, be sure to report it."

"Yes!!"

The two Bibotan monsters are stronger than I am now, so the cave is still worth exploring.

On the way back, Xu Yang remembered something.

When talking about the impression of Journey to the West, in addition to the powerful demons, there are also those beautiful women.

Chang'e, the Jade Rabbit, the Xingxian, the White Bone Demon, the Rat Demon, the Jade-faced Fox, the Queen of the Kingdom of Women, the Queen of the Golden Palace... I wonder if they or the Taoist tradition are still there?
Especially the country of women...

......

After knowing the background of this world, Xu Yang’s confidence increased greatly.

Even if he is only of the ninth rank, he may be able to become an immortal god in the future.

After returning to the charity cemetery, we immediately rushed to the ghost cave on the mountain.

The ghost cave was filled with dark fog, incense was burning in front of the cold altar, and the room was illuminated by a green light.

Xu Yang walked to the cold altar and poured the soil from the cold altar of the Huanglian Temple onto the altar.

Then pour out the remaining eel corpse and take its remaining blood to water the cold jar.

The cold altar glowed red and slowly absorbed the soil of the cold altar.

According to Xu Yang's perception, the internal space of the cold altar increased by fifty places, and could accommodate a total of one hundred and fifty zombies.

"There are currently 150 vacancies. The upper limit for controlling zombies is 100. The extra 50 will be stored in advance for future use."

For the next few days, Xu Yang stayed at home.

In addition to practicing the basic skills, the next step is to practice Yaksha magic and water magic.

It is the rainy season now, so the answer to this version is the water method.

The next day.

At daybreak, a white shadow flew into the backyard.

"Master, there are two corpses of the Ganqi monks."

Baizhu said excitedly.

"Where are you from?"

“It should be from the next county.”

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Xu Yang looked at the corpses in front of him. The number of Corpse King Kong will soon be 20, so Yizhuang will have 20 True Qi combat forces.

Bai Zhu was about to leave when Xu Yang stopped her.

"Wait, continue to track down clues in the Water Palace, and hunt down the monks by the way. Don't expose the patrolling sea yakshas unless it is absolutely necessary. Even if you have to, don't expose yourself at the same time."

"Yes!" Although Bai Zhu was puzzled, he still did it.

Then Baizhu and Rongshen left.

Under the shadows, the Taoist's eyes were dark green, coffins were lined up in rows, and there was dark fog, just like the underworld and hell.

Xu Yang already has full knowledge of dozens of large and small forces in the three counties.

There are many who know how to fight on water, such as the Red-faced Yaksha.

But there are not many soldiers who can fight on water, and the only one in the open is General Black Fish.

This patrolling sea yaksha must play a special role.

Therefore, the most important thing is not to expose yourself. Even if you are exposed, it should be within the scope that you can control.

At this time, news came from the prison gate in the distance.

This is from Yaksha Manor, which means that news has come from Changtong.

"Red-faced Yaksha, real name Ren Chengzong, a cultivator from another county, native place unknown, currently 256 years old."

In addition to this basic information, there are also some insights about Yaksha Dharma.

"My last name is Ren." Xu Yang smiled strangely, "Zombies have been born in the Ren family since ancient times. Old Master Yasha, it seems that you are destined to be the mount of this Taoist priest."

In the dead of night, when everything is quiet, the sound of rushing water echoes the thunder in the sky.

Waterside edge.

A Taoist priest with a hooked nose stood, and beside him stood four evil ghosts with terrifying death faces.

They are: the whole body is on fire, the heart is pierced by a sharp knife, the face is covered with yellow mud, and the hair turns into green grass.

This person was standing on the shore, muttering to himself, but no one knew what he was saying.

The water rippled, and a soaking wet ghost slowly walked out from the inky black water.

"Water ghost, what's that thing down there?" The Taoist's voice was hoarse, like nails rubbing against the wall.

The water ghost opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

puff...

The cold black fork pierced the evil ghost from behind.

The Taoist priest only realized at this time that something was wrong.

A huge number of blue-skinned Yakshas emerged from the bottom of the water.

"No! Five ghosts help me!!!" The Taoist priest's body was covered with winding runes, and his figure slowly faded.

Unfortunately it was too late.

A water dragon interrupted the man's spellcasting.

The steel fork pierced his chest.

The hook-nosed Taoist priest opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground unwillingly. The five ghosts who had shared life and death with him were instantly reduced to ashes.

The patrolling Yaksha pulled the body back into the river.

In the bushes a mile away, the young Taoist priest covered his mouth tightly, fearing that he would be discovered by the Yaksha.

Just wait like this until dawn.

"Ghost! Yasha killed someone!!"

Fenglong County, Five Ghosts Temple.

Five ghosts of different colors walked back and forth, their heads taller than the courtyard wall.

This is the residence of the ninth-rank Taoist priest Wugui Taoist.

"What? Yaksha? Are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes!!"

"You are so good, you red-faced demon, you are bullying me!!!"

As the Taoist priest escaped, the news of the Yaksha killing people gradually spread throughout the three counties.

Many disciples disappeared without reason, and some sects wondered if it was the work of Yaksha Village.

The mountains and forests surrounding Yasha Manor.

A group of Yaksha Taoist priests were carrying a bamboo sedan chair as they passed by. In the open-air sedan chair sat a four-eyed Yaksha with a candle on his head and wings on his back.

The five ghosts blocked the way of the red-faced yaksha.

"Old Yaksha, return my disciple's life to me!!!"

In an instant, yellow sand was hundreds of feet high and rocks flew through the air.

The Five Ghost Taoists appeared.

"What's going on?" The red-faced yaksha frowned.

"Humph, you still don't admit it? I'll tell you in detail."

After listening to the five ghosts' story, the red-faced yaksha almost vomited blood.

"Who? Me? How can I be called a blue-skinned Yaksha?! Who is framing me?!"

boom!
A fierce battle broke out in the mountains and forests.

Both sides were injured to varying degrees.

The troubled Red-faced Yaksha gradually became low-key and had no intention of paying attention to anything else.

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