Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 372

   Chapter 372 Become a Buddha? Still can't escape

  Ren Qing's expression suddenly became solemn. If nothing else, there should be another Buddha's corpse about to climb from the bottomless abyss to the ground.

   He calculated the time, and indeed the Buddha's corpse should almost be revived.

  Ren Qing knew that the Buddha's corpse was involved in Ci's secrets, so he could take this opportunity to find out.

   His heart is full of mysteries.

  Why did the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva keep the heavens and the heavens in such a strange situation. Are the hundreds of thousands of monks in an infinite loop trapped as prisoners, or are there other plans?

  Ren Qing closed his eyes tightly. In a sense, whether the truth revealed by the Buddha's corpse also determines whether he wants to cut this wave of leeks.

   His mind moved slightly, and the ghost shadow hidden in Kongoji Temple quietly got out of the corner and came to the top of the temple roof.

  Because the outside world is not the night, Ren Qing sent the dream seed to the edge of the exit of the bottomless abyss in order to see more clearly.

  The dream species flickered and disappeared, and when it didn't move, it merged into the surrounding environment.

  Ren Qing has made Soul Butterfly and Dream Seed have a tendency to transform by absorbing the nightmare breath produced by the Nightmare Strange Transformation.

  It's a pity that there are too few monks who commit crimes.

   After the longevity forbidden area is communicated with each other, there will be more monks who do evil, and they will be used as generators that produce a nightmare atmosphere.

  Ren Qing concealed the traces of the spell, and at the same time prepared the body to escape at any time.

   bang... bang... bang... bang

   The movement in the bottomless abyss became louder and louder, and the flesh and blood statues could be heard constantly reciting scriptures, making the town boil.

   "Great Mercy Maitreya Bodhisattva, bless."

   Hundreds of thousands of monks fell to their knees and kowtowed to the source of the sound.

   Their spiritual wisdom has long been different from that of ordinary people because of the Buddha's energy, and they have an inexplicable paranoia about becoming a Buddha.

   may only be awakened when sitting in meditation.

   "We welcome the Living Buddha to cross the sea of ​​suffering."

  The host of Kongoji Temple shouted in a deep voice, and at the same time instructed the monks to carry the utensils, his eyes were full of ecstasy at the Buddha's corpse.

  Wupi Temple in the west of the city also made a lot of movements.

  The remaining hundreds of temples are mainly Kongoji Temple and Wupi Temple. They moved various items to the open space beside the bottomless abyss.

   These include hundreds of earthen jars and a half-meter-sized pestle and mortar.

  Thousands of monks blocked the water from the bottomless abyss, and monks from Wupi Temple and King Kong Temple stood in the most central position.

  The novice was 100 meters away, and his eyes were full of ignorance.

   There are no monks who have a name in the monastery, so they can only kneel on both sides of the street from a distance.

  The monks of the monastery cleaned up the open space in an orderly manner, pulled out all the weeds, and mixed them with cinnabar powder to spread them in the soil.

  It was hard to imagine that what they were about to greet turned out to be a corpse.

   "Hey hey hey hey..."

   Hundreds of young and strong monks pulled the stone giant lotus throne and transported it from the outer edge of the town to the center of the open space.

  When they were ready, they sat cross-legged beside the lotus throne.

  Ren Qing glanced at the Buddha's corpse that was climbing, and could clearly feel the Buddha's energy coming towards him, as well as an unpleasant stench.

   This time, the Buddha's corpse that came to the sky was only a little over a hundred meters in size, and his arms were clinging to the rock wall and went to the ground with difficulty.

  The body of the Buddha was purple and blue, like a long-dead old corpse, and the ulceration of the skin on the back spread to the whole body.

   The closer it is to the exit, the more signs of decay.

  The reason why the Buddha's corpse is so laborious is mainly because the bottomless abyss binds it in it, like countless arms clinging tightly.

  Ren Qing soon noticed that the corpse parasitized by the Buddha's corpse was inside the right leg, and it was a deformed mass of flesh composed of hundreds of corpses.

   Tuanqiu's face was hideous, as if he was suffering great pain.

   "Ahhhhh..."

   screamed.

  The corpse of the Buddha was suddenly torn off the palm-sized skin by the wind, and dark red blood seeped out from it, and maggots could still be seen squirming.

The    scripture chanting became harsh and filled with malice.

  Under Ren Qing's numb gaze, all the skin on the Buddha's body was torn off, and the deformed meat mass also fell off.

  The corpse of the Buddha finally came to the ground, and the **** appearance had no taste of Buddha at all, more like a skin-skinning ghost in the underworld.

   Buddha energy spreads out.

  The monks present all hugged their heads and their necks were covered with blue veins.

  Ren Qing narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath to attach the ghost to the body of the host of Kongo Temple, thereby observing the memory in his soul.

   As a result, the memory of the consciousness is very messy, as if forcibly mixed together.

  Ren Qing had a very terrifying feeling at this moment.

  Why are the monks in the heavens, from children to young adults to old age, they don't even notice the slightest difference.

  Ren Qing discovered that it was not that they had lost their intelligence, but that no one realized it.

   Maitreya Bodhisattva's supernatural powers are very different.

   He divided hundreds of thousands of monks into three states, so that the memory of each state is independent.

   Young children, adults, old age.

  Simply put, monks in childhood do not have memories of their prime and old age.

   In the eyes of young children, his life is very normal, but two of the three days that have passed are shared with the middle-aged and the elderly.

   As for the purpose of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, Ren Qing did not know, but the fear in his heart could not help but become more intense.

  Under the effect of the Buddha's energy emanating from the Buddha's corpse, the memories of the temple monks began to intertwine.

   Various emotions are magnified several times.

   Their reverence for Maitreya Bodhisattva turned into fanaticism, but at the same time the fear shrouded in them grew exponentially.

   A full seven or eight hundred monks were completely mad because of this, and their spirits were obviously broken, and they got up and jumped into the bottomless abyss.

  The surviving monks also began to mutter to themselves, not knowing what they were saying.

  The scene became extremely chaotic for a while.

   Only the novice in the monastery was far away from the Buddha's corpse and was not affected by the Buddha's spirit.

  The Buddha's corpse sat cross-legged on the lotus throne, and the skinned body was still dripping with blood, and the smell of blood rushed to the nose and mouth.

   After a while, more than a hundred monks in the monastery died, and the remaining talents completely stabilized their moods, but it was obvious that they had lost their spiritual wisdom.

   They were as undisturbed as walking dead, and their eyes were full of fanaticism.

   Buddha's greedy eyes swept around, as if waiting for something.

   "Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva..."

  Kaoyi folded his hands together and walked out of the crowd. His dilated pupils were full of worship to the Buddha, and he even wanted to sacrifice himself.

  Ren Qing's ghost was attached to his body, and he immediately noticed the strangeness.

   The flow of information is surging.

  【Buddha Soul】

  【It is eroded by the Buddha Qi of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva. After eating, the corpse will not rot for a long time, and it will be transformed into an immortal golden body. 】

  Ren Qing couldn't help but fell into contemplation.

   Buddha's skin, Buddha's bone, Buddha's soul, Buddha's corpse, can it really be used to create a true Buddha?

  Jueyi walked into the depression of the pestle and mortar, and several strong-year-old monks lifted and dropped the medicine pole with a length of more than two meters, which instantly turned into minced meat.

   Just being a monk was not enough, and soon several people walked into the mortar, blood and dregs splattered all over the place, making the scene extremely terrifying.

   After the flesh and blood in the pestle and mortar overflowed, the monk stopped.

   Immediately, the monks of the Wupi Temple took out the complete Buddha skins, and the monks of the Kongo Temple took out the Buddha bones ground into powder.

  Even though they are completely insane, their movements are extremely skilled.

   Dozens of monks climbed onto the feet of the Buddha's corpse, first smeared a layer of the Buddha's soul and flesh, then attached the Buddha's skin to the surface of the Buddha's corpse's skin, and finally brushed gold paint with Buddha's bone powder.

   They are like making a Buddha statue, and the appearance of the Buddha's corpse becomes more and more solemn.

   The sound of chanting scriptures was deafening.

   After every inch of the Buddha's body turned golden yellow, the monk sat back to his original position, but the number of people was scattered.

  The Buddha's corpse made a loud voice: "Would you like to go to the Western Paradise?"

   He asked himself and answered, "Disciple is willing."

   After saying that, the Buddha corpse looked up at the mountains outside the city, because the movement was too large, so that blood seeped out of the gaps in the Buddha's skin.

   He walked out of the city step by step, ignoring the monk who was trampled to death.

  The corpse of the Buddha found a level mountain, and then sat down with his back against his back, and then the whole body began to melt into the mountain, then the bones and internal organs, and finally disappeared completely.

  Ren Qing had doubts on his face, turned the Buddhist dream seed into double pupils and looked towards the mountains.

   He frowned suddenly.

   I saw that the outlines of the peaks looked like Buddhas, but the more I looked at them, the more they looked like earthen jars that monks used to sit and pass away.

   "Monks go through childhood, adulthood, and old age, forming a small cycle."

   "The Buddha's corpse was transformed in the earthen jar, revived in the abyss, and finally returned to the earthen jar, forming a big cycle."

  Chi Clan must have a big picture. It is the cultivator who mastered the status of Maitreya Bodhisattva, and spent several generations setting up the big picture.

   The sound of chanting scriptures in the city suddenly stopped, and the monk's expression returned to calm, and then they each got busy.

  Only by the lotus throne, hundreds of temple dead people were sitting at the same time.

   They were looking forward to attaining Buddhahood, and they were also in pain relief, and they couldn't wait to get into the unused earthen jar.

  The novice sealed the earthen jar, and hundreds of live Buddhas were born in the jar.

   A large number of corpses were thrown into the abyss.

   Only the corpses with the remains of Buddha bones or skins can be turned into Buddha corpses, and most of them are just food.

  Ren Qing glanced outside the city fearfully.

   It seems that although the bottomless abyss is full of unknown dangers, it is undoubtedly much safer than the ground.

   "It's hard to do, do you want to enter the game..."

  Ren Qing's face was full of entanglement, and the situation of the Ci family was in the clouds. Although there was an opportunity for greed, the risk was indeed great.

  A monk who masters Buddhist techniques, regardless of whether he is good or not, will definitely have a very distorted character as his life passes.

   "Forget it, don't think about that for now."

  Ren Qing pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, and then used a ghost to expand the cave of the bottomless abyss.

   The current residence is too close to the sky, and I always feel a little unsafe.

  The hardness of the stone wall is far from being shaken by the ordinary Yangshen realm, but the effect of Youyuan's own corrosion is not troublesome for ghosts.

   He plans to retreat in the bottomless abyss for a while, and study the moon pattern along the way.

   If you can really make a flesh and blood puppet similar to a rabbit toad, then consider whether you want to enter the game, otherwise it will be empty talk.

  Gou is done...

   There is one more chapter, wait a minute

   (end of this chapter)

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