Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 381

   Chapter 381 I am all beings and all beings are me

   At noon the next day, the evils brought about by evil thoughts began to gradually ferment, but it was not as serious as Ren Qing imagined.

   As soon as the sun rose overhead, smoke rose from the city.

   Everything foretells the unusual.

  The monks do not need to drink or eat in the sky. The Buddha's energy can help them supplement their body needs in a subtle way, and at the same time, the flesh and bones will be eroded.

   They can practice Maitreya's White Bone Sutra and Maitreya's Skin Bag Sutra by virtue of their alienated bodies. As long as their souls become Buddha souls, they can step into the sitting and transforming realm.

   But just one night, the sky is completely different.

  A large number of monks set up iron pots to set up fire, and firewood crackled at the bottom of the pot, obviously for cooking food.

  There is a simple granary in the sky, but the food mainly comes from the refugees. It is the old food that the latter brought with him when he came to the town. On weekdays, it is piled up and discarded in it and no one cares.

  The inside of Jinguang Temple is completely silent.

   Wuwu was only a novice at Jinguang Temple last night, but after he transformed into a mature adult consciousness the next day, his identity became a full-fledged monk.

   He was stopping in front of several brothers who were behaving strangely, and just wanted to stop them from bringing the burlap sacks dragged from the granary into the temple.

  The sack exudes an unpleasant stench, and you can vaguely see bed bugs crawling, apparently filled with rotten grain.

   "Junior Brother Wu Nian, what happened?"

"hungry."

  Wuwu wanted to ask the young Wunian, but the latter just glanced at him, and his eyes were full of unknown Muna.

  Wunian is the abbot of Jinguang Temple only when he is old, but his status in the temple was not low when he was young, and the monks around him did not hinder him.

"hungry?"

   Wuwu was stunned for a while.

   He had long forgotten his experience of being in the outside world, and no matter how he recalled it, he could hardly remember what the word "hunger" represented.

   This situation is not only in Jinguang Temple, but all over the city, and it can be found from the white smoke rising from the house.

   But Wuwu didn't think much about it and helped Wu Nian to carry the food.

  The grain was dumped on the open space in the courtyard, and the burlap bags turned out to be dark brown rice covered with mold, and many of them were even eaten by rice bugs.

   All the monks were deeply uncomfortable seeing this.

   Wu Nian and the others washed the rice as usual, and then impatiently placed the iron pot and firewood in the courtyard.

  The firewood was quickly lit, and the flames illuminated the monks' faces.

   When the iron pot boils, the rice should be fragrant, but the permeating smell has no fragrance at all, but it is extremely pungent and unpleasant.

   Wuwu looked at Wu Nian a few times, and found that the latter was swallowing his saliva constantly, and his eyes were fixed on the iron pot.

   When the fermented rice was just cooked, they quickly lifted the lid of the pot.

  How could it be that it was too hot just after it was baked, so the monks gathered around the iron pot and pulled the rice with their bare hands, hurriedly stuffing it into their mouths.

  The rice was pitch black, and there were dead bodies mixed with various bed bugs.

  The monk's hands and mouth were scalded into blisters one by one because of the temperature, but it didn't slow them down in the slightest.

   They also looked at the monks at Jinguang Temple from the corner of their eyes from time to time.

   "Cough cough cough..."

  The old abbot slowly came to the courtyard, and he was very calm about the strange scene in front of him: "Take it to the ground to die."

   Wuwu was slightly surprised: "This..."

The abbot    did not reply, dozens of monks had already rushed forward, **** the monks beside the iron pot, and prepared to take them to the bottomless abyss.

   In fact, it can be seen from the corpses piled up into mountains in the bottomless abyss that most monks did not meet the conditions for sitting in their lifetimes.

   In fact, there are so many monks who can sit in meditation. Just by the fusion of consciousness, nine out of ten can be eliminated.

   When Ren Qing was on his way in the bottomless abyss, the frequency of corpses falling from the top of his head was exaggerated to the level of raindrops.

  Pure faith also represents pure evil. I am afraid that dozens or hundreds of monks are quietly dealt with every day.

   As soon as the ropes tied Wu Nian and other monks, the escorting monk's eyes fell on the steaming iron pot.

   Wu Nian showed a strange smile and asked, "Aren't you... hungry?"

  The Adam's apple of all the monks of Jinguang Temple rolled down.

   They soon couldn't hold back the hunger in their hearts, as if countless ants were crawling in them, and their bodies kept shaking.

  When a monk couldn't hold back and rushed towards the iron pot, the other monks rushed forward, rushing to put rotten rice in their mouths.

   The whole sky went into madness.

   There were only over 10,000 monks suffering from schizophrenia, but the calamity spread to half a million people without warning.

  Ren Qing sailed in the bottomless abyss on a ghost ship, and noticed the strangeness in the sky.

   But he didn't use Menghua to check it in detail. He only knew that some monks were pursuing their own appetites, which seemed extremely crazy.

  Ren Qing glanced at the sky, and then accelerated the speed of the ghost ship, trying to bypass the huge Buddha corpse as much as possible to avoid being affected.

   When he came to the edge of the range where he cast the spell, he immediately used ghosts to dig up the cave.

  The gravel rolled down.

  A large number of Buddha corpses crawled towards the source of the movement, but it was difficult to feel Ren Qing's breath, so they spun around like headless flies.

  Ren Qing quickly used You Yuan to corrode a two-meter hole.

   After he hid in, he sealed the hole with stone powder mixed with viscous liquid. The strength of the stone wall was definitely not as strong as the original, but it was enough.

  The bottomless abyss extends in all directions, ghosts know if there are any monsters that can't be beaten...

  Ren Qing just had this idea when heavy footsteps sounded from the bottomless abyss, walking towards him from far to near.

   He could also feel the terrifying Buddha aura, and even across the stone wall, he could clearly smell the stench of corpses.

  Boom…Boom…Boom…

   Ren Qing cursed a few times, and immediately stopped digging the rock wall.

  The ghost checked the situation and found that it turned out to be a giant corpse Buddha hundreds of meters above the head, and the corpse gas had even formed a thick fog.

  The size of the corpse Buddha is so exaggerated that his hands can rub against the stone walls on both sides, and the scriptures recited in his mouth are like roaring in his ears.

   But after a while, the footsteps of the dead Buddha disappeared again, as if they had never appeared.

  Ren Qing used the ghost shadow to drill out of the cave to check carefully, but the bottomless abyss did not show any trace of the behemoth at all.

   He couldn't help but wait for a while before digging up the hard stone wall again. This time, there was no more movement in the bottomless abyss.

   It is very likely that the bottomless abyss is not only the Buddha's corpse, but what area it leads to, the well-informed Chen Changsheng can't tell.

   Ren Qing spent more than half an hour relocating the cave.

  Unconsciously, it was already evening outside.

  He thought that the sky would be very lively, after all, there were already signs of loss of control when he was on his way, and it would be impossible to say that hundreds of people would not die.

   But what Ren Qing did not expect was that the town was still shrouded in peace.

   It's just that the smoke from the temples is wafting up, almost all the monks have started to cook food, and the granary has been emptied by them.

  Ren Qing took a deep breath and couldn't help closing his eyes to check the number of patients with schizophrenia, and was immediately shocked by the countless evil thoughts.

   In just half a day, hundreds of thousands of monks have contracted a stubborn disease, but the degree of symptoms varies.

   "Something's wrong..."

  Ren Qing's brows were furrowed tightly, and he suddenly realized something in hindsight.

   He communicated with the dream flower magic weapon in the city, carefully looked at the monk's soul, and immediately found the place that he had been neglecting.

   The monk's soul has a pale golden luster, the three souls and seven souls are extremely rigid, and the most important soul aura does not know where to go.

The    soul seems to be alienation caused by the erosion of Buddha Qi, but now that I think about it, there are no more "people" in the conventional sense.

  Buddha Qi has the strange property of accommodating body and soul, so once the monks of the past dynasties reached the right fruit, they would be swallowed up by the Buddha Qi.

   Although monks are only mortals, they are also unavoidable. After Buddha qi converts them, their souls become part of Buddha qi.

  The monks in the heavens seem to have sound minds.

   But the fact is that the spiritual wisdom of the monks is only bestowed by the Buddha's spirit, and as early as they set foot in the sky, they have already lost their souls.

   turned into a puppet with independent thinking.

   is similar to a science fiction concept of Ren Qing's previous life, that is, uploading human thoughts to the cloud server to form mechanical immortality.

  So when Ren Qing infected the first monk with schizophrenia, it was like a virus invaded the network and spread directly.

   Besides, the "anti-virus software", Buddha Qi, is completely defenseless against schizophrenia.

  Ren Qing cast the law of heaven and earth, attaching the ice crystal prisoner to his brain, so that he was absolutely calm, and the layout of the Maitreya Bodhisattva became clear.

  The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva is obviously using the monks to sit and transform, to forcibly strip out the countless souls contained in the Buddha's energy.

  Ren Qing guessed that the souls were all in the form of corpse Buddhas, freed from the ban of Buddha Qi.

   What specific methods the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva used, he could only get a glimpse of it, and it should have something to do with the reincarnation of the tenth generation of Buddhism.

  The ordinary soul stripped from the Buddha's aura will turn into an ordinary corpse Buddha.

   Only the great-civilized Maitreya Bodhisattva of the past dynasties can gradually transform into a hundred-meter corpse Buddha, and finally be sealed in the mountains outside the city.

   "Sure enough, they can reach the level of Earth Immortal, and none of them are good."

The layout of    Earth Immortal takes hundreds of thousands of people as chess pieces at every turn. He is in the Yangshen Realm, but he has no strength to participate in the game.

  Ren Qing thought of the Supreme Demon, as long as the monk who masters the animal pen method will eventually become alienated into the Supreme Demon without exception.

  Buddhism is just the opposite, the Buddha Qi is actually composed of countless monks.

  I am all beings and all beings are me.

  Ren Qing figured out the situation of the Ci family, but he let out a long sigh of relief, explaining that the Great Ci Maitreya Bodhisattva was not in the sky for the time being.

   He was secretly glad that he didn't rashly contact Buddhist techniques, and regardless of whether the information flow could be exempted from the drawbacks, the hidden danger was too great.

  Ren Qing is getting ready for the night in Nanshan Small World.

  Because it is far away from the relationship between heaven and heaven, the dream of Nanshan Small World can also be mixed with the illusion of the fairy in the mirror, making the generated stump and broken leg more realistic.

   should be able to indirectly improve the efficiency of life extension.

   There is one more chapter, wait a minute

   (end of this chapter)

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