The atmosphere in Jingshan today is a bit strange. There are many more soldiers patrolling the streets, and quite a few martial monks walking on the road with sticks in their hands.
Seeing this spectacle, the martial arts practitioners in Jingshan also began to rub their hands together in anticipation.
They didn't know what had happened, but they could sense that something big was going to happen.
The biggest thing in Jingshan was Chen Youliang's treasure.
While these people were eager to get started, Li Chang'an sat on the roof of Fenghe Tower, drinking wine with Zhang Sanfeng while waiting for the dragon vein to be born.
Wu Cheng and Zhang Zhiwei stood solemnly behind them.
Near Fenghe Tower, Guangliang and Biqing followed a group of martial monks, hiding around and secretly observing the rooftops.
Their task remained to keep an eye on Li Chang'an and the others, and report back on the situation as needed.
At the foot of Jing Mountain, Yang Zhi stood inside a cave, his official hat covering his horns, making him look no different from an ordinary person.
He was surrounded by Buddhist masters from all walks of life, who were constantly chanting scriptures and mantras.
As they spoke, starlight began to emanate from the dragon corpse.
Yang Zhi could feel the scales on his body tearing through his skin and growing back continuously.
The pain and itching were almost unbearable for him, but he gritted his teeth and continued to endure it.
When he first saw the dragon corpse, he could feel that he and the dragon corpse had some kind of connection in the dark. After a period of time, he found that he controlled the dragon corpse.
This was what he hadn't told Li Chang'an: he could control the dragon.
So Yang Zhi was waiting for the Buddhists to revive the dragon's corpse, so he could control the dragon and do whatever he wanted.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. He was eager to see the expressions on the faces of the Buddhist monks when they discovered that the dragon they had painstakingly resurrected was under their control.
That would be really interesting.
As starlight continued to shine from the dragon's corpse, blood and flesh grew back on the parts of the dragon's corpse that had been corroded by time.
The starlight spread from the tail to the head, eventually covering the entire dragon's body. Blood and flesh continued to grow, and soon a complete dragon appeared before everyone.
Yang Zhi could sense that the dragon was about to open its eyes; it was just one step away from being resurrected.
At that moment, the sounds of chanting and reciting mantras around us gradually stopped.
All the monks breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the dragon before them, and then they all turned to look at Yang Zhi.
Yang Zhi's smile vanished instantly. He looked at everyone staring intently at him and suddenly felt a little scared.
"Master, has the dragon vein been completely refined?"
The abbot looked at him, shook his head, his eyes filled with fanaticism, and his tone was somewhat manic: "Almost there."
"What's missing? Your disciple will find it for you."
Yang Zhi nodded with a forced smile, but he had a bad feeling about it.
"Haha, no need to look anymore, we're just missing the Dragon Soul."
The abbot laughed loudly, and with his laughter, all the monks around him also laughed.
Upon hearing the words "Dragon Soul," Yang Zhi's face turned deathly pale, and a sense of alarm rose in his mind.
"Master, there are some things you are saying that I don't understand."
"It's okay if you don't understand now, you'll understand in a bit."
A voice came from behind him. Yang Zhi turned around abruptly and saw a group of people in black robes standing behind him. The faces of the people in black robes looked exactly like his own.
Before he could even wonder what was happening, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and then his whole body went limp.
"Shaolin Temple's Yuanzhen greets His Majesty the Eastern Emperor!"
"Huiming of Lingyin Temple greets His Majesty the Eastern Emperor!"
The monks in the cave, upon seeing the suddenly appearing man in black robes, all stood up and bowed in respect.
"Donghuang Taiyi of the Yin-Yang School greets all the masters."
Donghuang Taiyi returned the greeting to the monks around him, then picked up Yang Zhi, who was lying on the ground, and walked straight to the lotus platform.
The abbot stood to one side, looking at the puzzled expression on his disciple's face, and said, "Sanjie, Sanjie, don't blame your master for being ruthless. For the sake of Buddhism's grand plan, I can only ask you to suffer."
As he spoke, he said to Donghuang Taiyi, "The manpower has been deployed to various parts of Jingshan. Now we'll see if your Yin-Yang School's formations are as powerful as the legends say."
Donghuang Taiyi did not speak, but placed Yang Zhi on the lotus platform and stroked his body with his hand.
"The Yin-Yang School's formations can even conceal the secrets of heaven, so what's there to worry about with a mere spirit-gathering formation?"
Xing Tong still harbored resentment about the loss he suffered last time, and now that Donghuang Taiyi was backing him up, he couldn't help but become arrogant.
"As long as you kill those martial arts practitioners, the formation will naturally gather their blood essence."
"Amitabha!"
The abbot chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Then rest assured, as long as the dragon soul returns to its place, our Buddhist warrior monks will begin to take action. At that time, we request His Majesty the Eastern Emperor to activate the great formation and collect enough blood energy."
Donghuang Taiyi nodded, then stripped Yang Zhi, who was lying on the lotus platform, of all his clothes.
"Aren't you curious why I look exactly like you?"
"Because this body of yours belongs to me."
Donghuang Taiyi stroked Yang Zhi with a sickly smile on his face. He touched him very carefully, not missing an inch of skin, as if he were caressing a work of art.
"When I found you back then, your soul had already left your body. In order to preserve the dragon soul, I placed you inside my own body."
"Then I myself found a new corpse to parasitize."
"For so many years, I have longed to return to my own body day and night."
"Do you know that because of you, my body is now covered in scales, like a monster?"
“Every day I have to endure the stinging and itching sensation that is unbearable as the scales grow.”
"I have endured this kind of pain for countless years."
"Now, I can finally be free."
Donghuang Taiyi picked Yang Zhi up and held him tightly, savoring every inch of his skin.
Ah~
Feeling the touch of his body, he let out a sickly moan, then stuck out his tongue and kissed Yang Zhi's lips, then raised it high, as if offering it as a sacrifice to some supreme god.
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