Becoming a God Starts From Planting a Bodhi Tree

Chapter 1 Since ancient times, talented people have been punished by heaven, and those who can pass the test gain spiritual strength.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Dawn has not yet arrived, the city is still sleeping under the night, and the yellowish street lights extend like veins in the urban area.

Ji Jingqiu jogged out of the community, crossed the overpass between high-rise buildings, and ran towards the lower levels of the urban area.

This urban area is called Tai'an City, and it is the largest urban area in East 3 Huangxing. The tall buildings like the Tower of Babel tower into the clouds, like giant trees in the forest. The overpasses, green corridors and conveyor belts between them have become intricate and complex. The intertwined “branches” link this steel forest.

Ji Jingqiu raised his head and saw the gray sky through the gaps between the overpass corridors.

He felt like a bug crawling from the trunk to the roots before dawn.

As the depth drops, there are no street lights here, and no sky can be seen. Instead, the colorful neon signs of each house reflect the ominous and narrow section of the narrow alley.

He skillfully turned around the alleys, keeping his breathing steady as he jogged, until a grateful voice came from the corner ahead.

"Sister Mei, thank you for your life-saving grace last time. The teacher asked us to give this to you."

"Leave it there, go back if you have nothing to do."

This time, the voice was lazy and distant and cold, and it was obviously that of a woman.

"Okay, Sister Mei, if you have any trouble that needs to be dealt with, you can inform us at any time. Although Yangyan Martial Arts School is small, it also knows how to repay each other with a ring of knot grass!"

Ji Jingqiu continued to move forward.

As I walked around the corner, I passed by three tall and strong young men.

The leader glanced sideways at Ji Jingqiu without stopping.

Seeing Ji Jingqiu approaching, the bored Sister Mei's eyes lit up, as if she had spotted an interesting prey, and she joked:

"Young man, you haven't committed suicide yet? Last time you came to apply, I thought you didn't want to live, but I didn't expect you didn't want to die."

She wore a black cheongsam with gold patterns and slits that reached to her thighs. Her delicate chin was raised, and she held a jade-tip pipe in her hand.

Under the alternating light and dark light, the charming face and slightly pointed jaw become more three-dimensional and enchanting.

"Follow me, Old Man Mu has been waiting for you for a long time."

Sister Mei didn't waste any time and leaned into the wooden door. Her figure wrapped in cheongsam showed off her graceful curves.

Ji Jingqiu bent down to follow. The narrow wooden door suddenly opened up. The space inside was very spacious. The electronic screens and various sophisticated instruments that were comparable to floor-to-ceiling windows all highlighted the extraordinary nature of the owner of this place.

A dry cough.

A bald old man walked out of the back room, took a white coat and put it on. He looked sleepy and had just woken up. He hurried out with a smile on his dry face:

"Here he comes."

“Not many young people are so punctual anymore.”

Ji Jingqiu said seriously: "It is a good habit to keep one's word. When do we start? Also, when will the money be paid?"

"I'll call you now." Sister Mei answered with a smile, "We don't dare to delay your wages."

Hearing the "30,000 yuan arrival information" from the terminal, Ji Jingqiu showed a sunny smile for the first time.

Old Man Mu looked at him with squinted eyes, and without saying anything, let him lie down on the medical bed.

"I'll repeat it to you again, I need you to provide real-time feedback during the drug trial, so you can't faint in the middle..."

Ji Jingqiu patiently listened to his ramblings and replied to the recruitment requirements here in his mind.

"Let's get started."

The incandescent light above his head suddenly turned on, and it was bright. Ji Jingqiu tried his best to squint his eyes, but he could only see a vague outline.

The next moment, more than ten kinds of psychopharmaceutical ingredients that cooperated with each other were injected into his body at the same time, quickly weaving an invisible net through the blood circulation system, and began to attack the established neurons.

Tide-like pain started from the brain and spread to every corner of the body.

The pain was gradual, starting with just a slight sting in the flesh.

"Boy, does it hurt?"

"fine."

"Be patient for a while, the pain level of this thing is higher than your poisonous disease."

Ji Jingqiu said nothing.

"Are you short of money?" Old Man Mu asked again.

"Um."

"What do you need money for?"

"What do you do for free?"

"...Esthesia is one of the few diseases in the Federation that allows euthanasia. You can actually survive until the age of sixteen. I really want to praise you for your greatness."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, tell me about your journey over the years?"

"More money?"

"This time I will add a 20% emotional surcharge for you."

"I don't want to die."

"This doesn't sound like a reason, it sounds like self-deprecation. Let's try another one."

"Since ancient times, high talents have been punished by heaven. Those who can pass the test will accumulate Taoist power."

"…Interesting," the old man whispered.

Ji Jingqiu suddenly trembled all over. The medicine injected into the body began to take effect. Dozens of hundreds of neurotransmitters released a large amount of information like a tide. The pain began to intensify, far worse than before...

At this moment, a large number of lights and shadows of unknown meaning flashed in his mind, like a raging film projector, and the past flashed through his mind like a revolving door.

In my previous life, I was diagnosed with ALS just after I graduated from college. When I was confused and didn't know the future, I saw a child falling into the water.

His parents were both police officers. He did not hesitate and jumped into the cold river to save the child. However, he eventually drowned due to sudden muscle weakness.

The moment he fell to the bottom of the Qiyou River, he was thinking that this life should not be in vain and he had not embarrassed his parents.

And when I opened my eyes again.

I traveled to this world myself.

It's just that it didn't get off to a good start. The original person he traveled to has been suffering from a terminal illness called "evil disease" since he was born.

The Nephilia is the "remnant" of the Federation's gene editing craze 120 years ago.

This terminal disease is a congenital genetic mutation and is not fatal, but euthanasia is the most humane option.

Its etiology and pathogenesis have not yet been clearly determined, and its main symptom is lifelong irregular and cyclical body pain that cannot be suppressed by drugs.

The pain level of poisonous syndrome is rated at level 7.

Medically, pain is classified on a scale of 1-10, with the most classic toothache ranging from 4-7.

This is a terminal disease that once carried congenitally, you will face daily "toothache" from birth, and it cannot be suppressed by medicine.

Euthanasia is the most humane comfort the federal government can provide. …

The incandescent lights overhead went out.

The outline before my eyes gradually became clearer.

"Boy, are you okay?" Mu Lao's voice sounded.

Ji Jingqiu took a deep breath, grinned, and got up.

"That's it for this time. Come back in a month so there won't be any side effects. I'm going on a long trip starting tomorrow."

Ji Jingqiu looked at the time. It had only been half an hour since he lay down on the medical bed.

He suddenly felt that the money in his hand was a little unsafe and said cautiously:

"Is this the end? Let me explain first, I will not refund the money..."

Hearing the young man's worried tone about his refund, Mu Lao's face twitched and he said angrily:

“Take back your worries, you’ll definitely get your money’s worth!”

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

It didn't sound like a compliment, but Ji Jingqiu, who had received the emotional surcharge, wasn't going to care about it.

Just when Ji Jingqiu was about to leave.

Suggestions, whether well-intentioned or malicious, suddenly sounded from behind.

"Are you over sixteen? Let's practice martial arts."

Ji Jingqiu paused.

Mu Lao behind him took off his white coat and said calmly:

"The disease usually doesn't last past the age of three, but you actually made it to sixteen. It seems like you really don't want to die."

"If you don't want to die, then practice martial arts. As long as you achieve some success in martial arts, your symptoms will be greatly alleviated."

Ji Jingqiu's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked doubtfully: "Why haven't I found this statement on the Internet?"

Mu Lao sneered:

"Because in today's federal martial arts, one can only start practicing martial arts at the age of sixteen! But before you, I have never heard of a patient with evil syndrome who could survive to the age where he could practice martial arts!"

"Take it, this visualization is wasted on me."

Ji Jingqiu caught a scroll thrown by Old Man Mu.

He spread out the visualization chart and was deeply shocked for a moment.

The crimson sky is burning, lava is flowing on the earth, and everywhere you look is a scene of purgatory.

With just one glance, he felt a mental impact from this painting. This was an extraordinary thing.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu." Ji Jingqiu changed his title and sounded respectful.

The elders in the family have taught us to respect those who are capable and willing to teach them their skills.

Mu Lao seemed not used to this kind of address and snorted:

"No need to thank me, I just think you are a good candidate for the drug test, and I don't want you to die too quickly.

The journey of martial arts cannot be solved by just relying on a visualization diagram. The rest you have to find your own way, such as martial arts gyms, dojos, etc. "

He turned around and came to the instrument, sorted out today's experimental data, waved his hand and said:

"You can leave now!"

Ji Jingqiu bowed, said goodbye to Sister Mei at the door, and left.

Wait for him to leave.

Sister Mei wandered in and said lazily amid the curls of green smoke:

"Mulao, did you really give away your family's ancestral visualization diagram?"

"You didn't give me a fake one, did you?"

"A replica with divine will." Mu Lao said calmly, "The one I stole from the clan is no longer useful to me. What can't I give as a gift? If you want to practice, I will give it to you."

Sister Mei curled her lips and said, "Forget it, your thing has almost failed a peerless genius known as the Sun of Martial Arts. I can't bear it."

"You can give it a try, maybe you can succeed." Mu Lao joked, "The [Fire House Buddhist Hell Contemplation Method] passed down in my family does not place much emphasis on talent, but on willpower."

Sister Mei was curious for no reason: "Do you really think that boy can do it?"

"If he can't practice it, probably no one in this world can." Mu Laowei raised his head, his eyes a little distracted.

"How to say?"

"The visualization diagram passed down in my family emphasizes the tribulations of one's entry into the world, and the tribulations of the body and mind are all tribulations. Those who have survived ten tribulations are comparable to the inferior vehicle visualization thoughts, a hundred kalpas correspond to the middle vehicle visualization thoughts, and a thousand kalpas correspond to the superior visualization thoughts."

Today's federal martial arts is based on physical skills and visualization methods, and its grades are divided into four levels:

Inferior vehicle, middle vehicle, superior vehicle and supreme dharma.

Sister Mei blew out the smoke and said angrily: "That ancestor of your family is a madman, no wonder he can create such a method! Can a person survive thousands of calamities?!"

"This tribulation is not the other tribulation." Mu Lao said disapprovingly: "Who in the Federation doesn't know that my ancestor of the Mu family is the most kind-hearted. In his life, he only rescues people and never kills."

His family passed down a contemplation idea called "Fire House Buddha Hell", which means that the world is like a house of fire, and all living beings are sinking into the sea of ​​suffering. Only by crossing others and crossing oneself can one reach the pure land on the other side.

Mu Lao recalled the look in the boy's eyes not long ago. He had never seen such a strong desire to survive, and murmured:

"Earlier, this guy said something very interesting inside, and it was this sentence that prompted me to give him this insight method.

I'm not worried about whether he can master it, I'm just curious about how far this kid can master it. "

"What are you talking about?" Sister Mei asked.

After a brief silence, Mu Lao said slowly: "Since ancient times, high talents have been punished by heaven, and those who can pass the test will accumulate Taoist power."

Sister Mei's eyes suddenly condensed.

This sentence is extremely consistent with the "Visualization Picture of Buddha Hell in the House of Fire"!

Is it a coincidence or...

Mu Lao murmured:

"Thousands of kalpas correspond to superior contemplation, but superior contemplation is not the upper limit of my family's inherited contemplation. It's just that future generations are incompetent."

"Back then, my ancestor of the Mu family took the lead and established the foundation of the federation for eternity. He saw the heaven and the earth, all sentient beings, and his true self. Finally, he derived himself from the pure land. Only then at the age of fifty-six did he perfect the method, achieve the body of all tribulations, and light up the world. Great wisdom, light and supernatural power.”

"But if there is a person who has been tortured by the thief God since he was born, every time he gets sick is a disaster, he wanders on the edge of life and death countless times, and he survives from birth to the age of sixteen...

Do you think this counts as crossing oneself into a sea of ​​suffering? Does it count as—

Adding to the calamity? "

Sister Mei's pupils shrank suddenly and she blurted out: "Absurd!"

A thousand kalpas is already the best.

Thousands of calamities have been added to the body, the supreme road to heaven!

Mu Lao nodded calmly: "Yes, how ridiculous."

How could there be such a person in this world?

I...I am resurrected again

(End of chapter)