Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 502

  Chapter 502 Immortals and Buddhas are all wrapped in skins

  The pungent and unpleasant smell of corpses all over the ground immediately attracted crows hovering above.

  The twisted limbs are entangled with each other, and the surviving hole man can still be seen panting heavily, but the blood foam from the mouth and nose shows that he is dying.

  The monks around are solemn and solemn, and are chanting scriptures meticulously, forming an extremely ridiculous contrast with the **** scene.

  The selected Confucian Buddha son was forcibly placed in front of the sitting deer arhat, and the golden light scattered in all directions, receiving the instillation of the sitting deer Buddha's energy.

   "Amitabha..."

  The Kongdong man named Huang Ming gradually deviates from human nature under the erosion of Buddha spirit, and his sad expression turns into fanaticism for Sitting Deer Arhat.

  He was able to resist the Buddha Qi at the beginning, but how could a mortal body be able to resist the Immortal Buddha.

  In Huang Ming's eyes, the corpses all over the ground suddenly stood up, wearing cassocks and showing compassion, and then a series of souls emerged, floating towards the Western Paradise in the mid-air.

  The hatred in his heart was completely relieved, it turned out that killing for gain is to save all sentient beings.

  Huang Ming had a dull smile on his face, and just as he was about to accept the Qi of Silu Buddha, his consciousness suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

  He couldn't help but feel confused, wasn't he still in his ordained ceremony just now?

  According to the Taoist monk of Lingling Temple, as long as he can be recognized by Sitting Deer Arhat, he can sit at the bottom of the Buddha's throne after death.

  Huang Ming waited for a long time, and his throbbing mood gradually calmed down.

  At this time, a figure composed of distorted light appeared, Huang Ming was terrified, so he could only recite the name of Sitting Deer Arhat.

  He thought it was the inner demon recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. If he could not overcome it when he encountered it, he would go mad and fall into the eighteen levels of **** after death.

  Huang Ming forced himself to look at the figure, and silently said "everything is false", trying to wake up his consciousness, but he heard the figure speak.

   "Huang Ming, are the things in your eyes real?"

  Huang Ming was stunned, and looked up in disbelief.

  He found that the "inner demon" was constantly changing, from the Sitting Deer Arhat to the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, or the Baosheng Buddha, and even the Three Patriarchs did not fall behind, which seemed appalling.

  Huang Ming's spirit was on the verge of collapse, and his consciousness uttered an incredible cry: "How could it be so real, I have never seen the Buddha in the classics, it is impossible..."

  Ren Qing quietly invaded Huang Ming's Niwan Palace with the help of the toe-off technique's influence on dreams: "Open your eyes, Huang Ming, open your eyes..."

  The reason why he made the move was because there was indeed something wrong with Zuolu Buddhaqi.

  Under the protection of the monks, apart from the statue possessed by Ren Qing, there is also a palm-sized box, which contains the most intense Buddha spirit.

  Ren Qing could sense that some of the sitting deer Buddha Qi should be sealed in the box, but for some reason, the rest of the Buddha Qi didn't respond.

  Huang Ming woke up in a trance, the outside world has only passed a few breaths, but he seems to be dreaming, and has experienced a hundred years.

  He instinctively looked around again, his pupils couldn't help shrinking to the size of a needle's eye, and his feet kneeling on the ground couldn't help shaking.

  There is no Western Paradise, Buddhism... only bad land.

  Huang Ming saw the souls of his fellow clan being swallowed up by the Buddha Qi all over the sky, and each distorted face was full of despair and thoughts of survival.

"help me…"

"kill me…"

  In the long river composed of Buddha Qi, there are tens of thousands of terrifying souls.

  Huang Ming laughed uncontrollably, causing dozens of monks to surround him, looking at him with killing intent in his eyes.

  Ren Qing sighed, Immortals and Buddhas are all ways of no return, living in this world, if you are unlucky, you can't even control life and death.

  Huang Ming was shocked, and the fear in his heart was occupied by survival.

  Because he knew that once the body died, he would not even be qualified to fly away, and would definitely turn into the bones of the Buddha.

  Huang Ming kept calling for help from the bottom of his heart, and fell into darkness again before the monks approached.

  Ren Qing became more unscrupulous after testing the Buddha spirit of the sitting deer, and took advantage of the characteristics of the dreamland to be so close to the world to directly pull Huang Ming into the dream city.

  Huang Ming came to the mid-air of Dream City, saw the town full of flowers, and heard the sound of scriptures recited by Cishi people in the morning class.

  Unknowingly, the panic gradually receded, leaving only calm as water.

   It was also the first time that Ren Qing used the toe separation technique to change the mind of others. Unexpectedly, he still underestimated the power of this method of ascent to immortality.

  He specially waited for the Buddha Qi to turn Huang Ming into a fanatic, but in the end he still easily destroyed his cognition, and then reshaped it.

  Huang Ming not only abandoned his belief in Sitting Deer Arhat, but also hated Buddha very much, and had the idea of ​​yearning for Dream City.

  When Ren Qing performed the toe separation technique, the distance was tens of thousands of miles.

  And the scariest thing about the toe-off technique is that it can use the influence of dreams to cause the target of the technique to suffer from various diseases.

  If Huang Ming felt that he was catching a cold in the dream, something would happen to his body.

  This is the core element that constitutes the toe separation technique, "Diseases originate from dreams, and they control the dreams of the world."

  Ren Qing was going to develop Huang Ming into an eyeliner, so he didn't need to communicate with Song Zongwu's remnant soul, so he let a little Menghua come to his Niwan Palace.

  The content of the Daci Maitreya Diamond Sutra poured into Huang Ming's mind, along with diseased stones and a little bit of Buddha's breath.

  【Great Mercy Maitreya Diamond Sutra】

  【Created by Ren Qing, it is suitable for gallstone diseases, it can gradually turn skin and flesh into metal, and it can be used to get started with the diamond body after it is completed. 】

  Huang Ming trembled uncontrollably, and by the time the dream flower disappeared, his body had already adapted to the infusion of Buddha Qi from Sitting Deer Arhat.

  His flesh turned into a brass color, and the Buddha's energy flowed through the whole body from the pores.

  The monk in Lingling Temple had a ruddy complexion, and looked at Huang Ming with many kind eyes, thinking that he had found the hope of inheriting the fruit status.

  Huang Ming's expression returned to normal, and his bones made crisp sounds.

  Under the watchful eyes of the monks, his deformed limbs and body returned to normal, and he suddenly turned into a skinny man over three meters long.

  Huang Ming clasped his hands together, and responded to the monk's expectation: "Sit on the top of the deer and arhat."

  In fact, in his heart, he only has hatred for Sitting Deer Luohan, and he can still see that dreamlike town in a trance.

  There are countless monks walking through the dream city, and there is also a temple dedicated to the Buddha. The Buddha in the main hall is vaguely similar to the figure.

  Although the monks have no taboos, they exude the breath of the Maitreya Diamond Sutra, and there is no trace of Buddha's breath at all.

   Huang Ming stood up in his dream, and he has long since lost the slightest bit of hesitation.

   "I was summoned by the Venerable Sitting Deer, and the Buddha asked me to gather believers."

  Huang Ming said without sadness or joy, and the rest of the monks did not doubt it, after all, the other party could grasp the Buddha's energy just after receiving the ceremony.

   If nothing else happens, Huang Ming will be the next Arhat sitting on a deer.

  Ren Qing saw that the movement of Lingyin Temple was not unexpected, and then withdrew his consciousness and asked Junhun to pay attention to Huang Ming's situation at any time.

  He didn't rush to guide Lingyin Temple to Xiangxiang. After all, there was an unknown ascetic monk's layout, and the trouble was not sitting on the deer Buddha's spirit.

   It's about how to strip out Song Zongwu's soul. There are tens of thousands of souls in the Buddha's aura. Thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

  Ren Qing is also very curious about the status of Buddhism, and I don't know the difference between it and the status of immortals. He hopes to find out the truth and reality of the ancient Buddha, and prepare for pulling Buddhism into troubled waters in the future.

  He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly thought of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva he had met before.

  It seems that only when the Buddha Qi feels threatened, will the soul be released actively. The Arhat status should be more rigid than the Bodhisattva status.

  Ren Qing didn't immediately deploy means to deal with sitting deer Buddha Qi, but instead found a secluded cave to retreat and practice.

  He originally wanted to wait for the rift in the Heavenly Dao to recover more than half before being promoted, but now it seems that he should break through the world in his stomach to climb the fairy ladder as soon as possible.

  Ren Qing needs the rules for filling restricted areas with strange objects, as well as refining war equipment, so as to lay the foundation for the future battle between true immortals.

  Especially in the restricted area of ​​longevity, only one grave mound inside is obviously not enough.

  Ren Qing closed his eyes and meditated, just taking advantage of this period of time to let the Inspiration Temple collect population and use it to expand the ecology of the world in his stomach.

  He could vaguely sense that the immortal position of the Taotie method is very involved, more population is beneficial but not harmful, and the Jail Hall also needs a backup force.

  During Ren Qing's retreat, Jingzhou was still shaking, and the area of ​​Shuizawa Desert was gradually shrinking unknowingly due to the absence of corpses of Taoist priests of wine and meat.

   Only Xiangxiang is full of vitality, but the endless forest in the south is showing a tendency to expand, but the speed is not obvious.

  Ren Qing puts all his energy into sorting out the methods of ascending immortals, and ignores the outside world.

  In order to achieve immortality and Taoism, he must be careful, and if he is a little careless, he will end up with his soul scattered and his body dead.

  Time is like a fleeting moment.

  The world in the stomach can hardly feel the traces left by the years. After the popularization of practice, the people have already got rid of the 50-year limit of heaven and man.

  Fireworks bloom in the mid-air of the town, which also represents the coming of the Spring Festival again.

  The customs of different races are different, and even the language has deviations, but no matter where the world is, there is always a festival to celebrate the coming of winter and spring.

  Wuwei city is decorated with lights and festoons, and sick children put on clothes and run to the streets to play under the instructions of their elders.

  Physical martial arts has now become the entry method of the Jail Hall, and even the Songzi Niangniang Temple will directly implant disease types when delivering pregnant women, and one can practice physical martial arts at the age of five.

  Even if it affects the child's physique, after all, it can be nourished with the help of pills, so it is very difficult to die prematurely.

  Huang Ming walked in Dream City, but the streets became extremely deserted regardless of day or night.

  He climbed to the top of the city wall, and the Wuwei City in the distance was bustling and noisy, with old people and children walking together, just like what should be in the "world".

  Huang Ming stared silently, until there was an extra figure beside him, before he realized it.

  Facing the unknown Ren Qing, he didn't know how to address him at all, and he couldn't squeeze out a few words with his mouth wide open.

   "Huang Ming."

   "If you can become a Buddha by being a vegetarian, you can become an immortal..."

  Ren Qing did not participate in the Spring Festival. Although Zhou Wu and others had greeted him in advance, it was already difficult for him to return his mentality to a mortal.

  Huang Ming was still thinking about the meaning of his words, but Ren Qing disappeared.

  In the evening wind blowing, only his murmured voice before he left: "Immortals and Buddhas are all wrapped in skins, I don't want to become a corpse..."

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