Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 638 welcomes the final sound

  Heavy breathing sounds one after another.

  The Eighteen Arhats soaked in the seawater are gradually recovering, and their appearance is like a thousand-meter copper statue, which looks extremely majestic.

  However, they do not have the wisdom before the disaster of heaven, and their movements are a little rigid.

  All the monks issued reverent calls, held a grand celebration on the island, and even engraved the names of the eighteen arhats on their flesh, even though the robes and robes were soaked in blood.

  The name of the celebration is "Ultimate Bliss Reaching Heaven", which emphasizes that the body decays and the soul ascends to heaven.

  The Eighteen Arhats still remained motionless like a mountain, and a faint Buddhist aura drifted out, making the expressions of many monks extremely intoxicated.

  They take the initiative to fan the Buddha's air to the face, just to allow the mouth and nose to absorb it immersively.

   Immediately, the consciousness became blurred, the soul seemed to return to the Great Demon Heaven, and the senses were immersed in unspeakable joy, followed by the gradual decay of flesh and bones.

  The crowd on the island was wanton, either ecstatic or sad, and their emotions were amplified to the extreme, and finally turned into a hollow of walking dead.

  After a ceremony, there were tens of thousands of dead bodies at the scene.

   Swarms of scavenging insects surrounded the corpse, the stench was indescribable, and the blood soaked the floor tiles, making the atmosphere of the ceremony strange and inexplicable.

  Hundreds of corpse-moving monks came out. Their facial features had been sealed, so they kept awake and took turns sending the corpses to the Flesh Palace.

  In just a moment, new monks were born, and they cleaned the streets of the temple as if nothing had happened, and they were soon tidy.

  Buddhism relies on the palace of flesh and blood, which can ensure a steady stream of manpower.

  If Ren Qing was present, he would be able to discover the strangeness of the Buddha's aura, and notice that today's Buddhism is very different because of the Supreme Demon.

  After the supreme demon replaces the burning lamp, the Buddha's air is more like the heavenly demon's breath mixed with the Buddha's air, creating a unique breath that is more corrosive.

  Buddha Qi can fundamentally enslave the soul and let the soul be used by the ancient Buddha who burns the lamp.

   "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

  Huikong showed worry, and the veins on his forehead squirmed slightly, apparently also receiving the bliss brought by the Buddha's energy, but his strong willpower forced him to maintain a trace of reason.

  He has been in a strange state recently, and his emotions are always inexplicably ups and downs, so he didn't participate in the celebration of reaching heaven.

  Hui Kong pays close attention to the development of the situation, but reveals something unusual everywhere.

   It's not that it's not going well, but it's actually too smooth.

  Eighteen Arhats took 50 years to fully recover, at least 200 years earlier than expected, indicating that there are millions of Buddhist followers, but the facts are completely opposite.

  The monks sent out by Huikong are not efficient in spreading Buddhism and Xinyang, and the number of general believers who have been recruited so far is only 20,000 to 30,000.

   And they're always in all kinds of trouble.

  It seems that there is an invisible force acting on both Taoism and Buddhism, keeping their power in a very delicate balance.

  Hui Kong didn't know if he was worrying too much, now he had only one way to die.

   While he was in a daze, the eighteen arhats in the sea suddenly moved, and six people headed by the laughing lion arhat walked towards the island.

  All the arhats walked on the water. Under the sunlight, their skin and flesh were browned, and the Buddha energy emitted became more and more intense, and it permeated the surrounding sea for thousands of miles.

  A large number of fish surfaced, densely packed with dead bodies.

  Hui Kong sighed.

  The departure of the Eighteen Arhats means that his remaining rights have been deprived, and Arhat will be fully responsible for spreading the faith.

  No matter how much he feels sorry for himself, it is useless, after all, nothing can be changed.

  Hui Kong stretched out his arm, his skinny flesh was like a mummy, it was almost time for him to die and give birth to his body again.

  He planned to live and dream in the illusion of bliss, but suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head, and couldn't help but gasped.

   "Hiss..."

  Huikong covered his head hard, his temples protruding.

  The memory became blurred, and then there were more strange and messy pictures in the memory.

  Hui Kong in the picture is a little strange, his identity seems to be a Buddhist ascetic monk, who practices alms on foot every day.

   "Past life?"

   "I don't know how many times I have died in Buddhism. Is there a previous life?"

  Hui Kong's facial features were bleeding, and his head seemed to burst.

  He saw that he had worked hard for a hundred years and came to the end of his journey to the west. It is said that there is Mahayana Buddhism there, which can be used to transcend the mortal womb.

   Huikong in his previous life did it, but what greeted him was not Mahayana Buddhism.

  Hui Kong's pupils shrunk.

   At the end of the picture, a Buddha covering the sky and the sun has withdrawn his soul from his body, becoming an ant under the lotus throne.

  Huikong fell into a daze, and did not come back to his senses until the island was shaken.

  Boom.

  The island is driven by six arhats, heading towards the depths of the sea.

  It is definitely not enough to revive the Eighteen Arhats. Next, many sleeping Bodhisattvas will be revived. These monks who descended to earth are just tools to awaken the Buddha.

  Huikong watched the fanatical monks, feeling a sense of absurdity welling up in his heart.

   "Isn't **** just like this?"

  Being a slave for life and never being reborn, the so-called transcendence and becoming a Buddha is just an illusory long-cherished wish.

   After all, they are ants...

"Ha ha ha ha."

  Hui Kong took a deep breath of Buddha's breath, couldn't help laughing, but tears flowed from his eyes, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

  At this moment, a mysterious technique appeared in his mind.

  Hui Kong didn't know what the magic spell meant, but it was better than not being able to reincarnate forever, even if the spell spell had unimaginable drawbacks.

  He stumbled into the meditation room and practiced spells amid ear-piercing cheers.

  The moon sets and the sun rises, and soon the monks in the temple gradually forget one person, that is the abbot Huikong who often accompanied the statue of the lamp.

  The six arhats pushed the island, and the remaining twelve arhats went to the mainland, and at the same time, their bodies had creepy mutations.

  The skins of the arhats festered, and when the new skin grew well, there were many fleshy chambers on the surface.

   Their mission is not to destroy the Taoist forces, but to breed more monks.

  The reshaped world is like a huge chessboard, in which the two heavens compete with each other, but before the supreme demon descends, the outcome is still unknown.

  The top monks in the Taoist sect are just land gods in the Yangshen Realm, and the Twelve Arhats occupy the southern area like rotten ones.

   It didn't take long for monks to be bred in batches.

  The forces of the Daoist sect were forced to have no choice but to integrate the common people and evacuate to the relatively safe Zhongzhou, resulting in a large-scale refugee wave.

  Accompanied by the influx of refugees is the famine of food shortage and rice shortage.

  In the ancient times when productivity was backward, fleeing for refuge would usually lead to a famine, and many mortals would die as a result.

  The Hall of Jailers sits in the world in the stomach, and the food reserves are enough for mortals outside to eat for ten thousand years.

  But Zhou Zuosan did not make a move, and still let the gods secretly make arrangements, just like pieces on a chessboard.

  He seems to be waiting for the next reaction of the three ancestors, and the immortal gods are also concerned about this, and want to verify the conjecture in their hearts.

   As a result, the famine had only started for half a year, and there was continuous light rain in Beijing.

  Usually when the sun is still rising, the rain falls on the earth.

  Because of the abundant rain and the uninterrupted exposure to the sun, the production of various grains has reached a new high in the past century, and the mountains and plains are full of golden farmland.

  Obviously, the hypothesis put forward by Zhou Zuosan is likely to be true, "The creatures outside have no cognitive errors, and it has always been their cognitive problems. The Three Dao Patriarchs are not extraterrestrial demons."

  San Dao Patriarch had compassion for all living beings, so the identity of an extraterrestrial demon would not be established.

  At the beginning, the alienation of the pre-disaster creatures by the ancestors of the Three Daoists should be a means of repairing the past, trying to bring the distorted world back to normal.

  The result is useless, maybe there are indeed extraterrestrial demons?

  In the end, San Daozu completely gave up, chose to descend to reshape the world, and used the survivors 20,000 years ago as the foundation of civilization.

  Even if the jailer hall is mentally prepared, it is still frightened by real fear.

  As the outcasts of the Three Dao Patriarchs, they can only hope that Ren Qing will be promoted to the Dao of Heaven.

   Otherwise, regardless of the ancestors of the Three Dao, or the Supreme Demon, they are all enemies to the Jail Hall. After all, they are not my race, so their hearts must be different.

  Santaozu's response continues to ferment, not just to end the famine.

  With the sound of crying, some babies born in various towns were accompanied by visions and even protected by rare and exotic animals.

  With the eyeliner of the Jail Hall, at least two hundred Chosen Ones were born one after another.

  Why do they say they are the chosen ones? Because their souls are incomparably in line with the way of heaven, and their physique is still a Taoist body with all meridians.

  They practiced spells, completely getting twice the result with half the effort.

  The Taoists with the upper limit of the Yang God Realm will break through the bottleneck of the Yang God Realm and reach the Paradox Realm with the help of these chosen sons.

  Zhou Zuosan did not hesitate, and sent immortals to various parts of the world in the stomach.

  They searched for the reincarnation of the pseudo-souls of ancient monks, and soon found a dozen of them, many of whom were geniuses who had created the jailer method.

  Back then, Ren Qing sent the souls of a group of ancient monks to be reincarnated, hoping to give birth to some mainstays of the Jail Hall, but unfortunately ended in failure.

  False souls are false souls after all, even if they have the same disposition, their fates are always worse, which makes it difficult to become immortals.

  Zhou Zuosan personally took action, using Daluo Jinxian-level resources to refine the Houtian Dao Body for them, and the soul was also strengthened to the extreme that ordinary people can bear with the help of resources.

   Just as various sects in the outside world were frantically scrambling for the Innate Dao Body, the Jail Hall sent these orphans of the Acquired Dao Body to different towns.

   From the surface, the orphan's aptitude is only a little worse than the innate body, but the body is more or less crippled.

  The Dao Sect is naturally impossible to let go, and the Houtian Dao Body will be divided up soon.

  They called the situation of Dao bodies pouring out one after another as the "World of Great Controversy", which heralds that Dao sect is about to enter an unprecedented prosperous age.

   As everyone knows, the Houtian Taoist body gradually recalls the memory of the previous life with the improvement of the cultivation level.

  The reason why Zhou Zuosan wanted to use Houtian Dao body to mix into Daoism, on the one hand, was to verify a possibility, that is, whether there is a chance that the "Deceitful Dao System" and the "Dao System" represented by the Three Dao Patriarchs could complement each other.

   If he really wants to succeed, Zhou Zuosan doesn't mind letting the hundreds of millions of monks in the world in his stomach change their system and switch to the seat of the Three Dao Patriarchs.

   On the other hand, he found that San Daozu seemed to be wary of something.

  San Daozu's attitude towards the Jail Hall is very indifferent, and he is also neutral towards the Supreme Demon, clearly threatening a greater threat from the dark.

  Since Sandaozu didn't care, he didn't intend to be polite.

  Zhou Zuosan wanted to take the opportunity to occupy the magpie's nest, and use the Houtian Dao body of the Jail Hall to share the resources bestowed by the Three Dao Patriarchs on the Xiantian Dao body.

  Because Ren Qing has not been promoted to Heaven, he wants to ensure the balance between the two parties as much as possible.

  Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Zuosan's guess about the disaster is becoming more and more certain as the supreme demon is approaching.

at the same time.

  The Sanqing Temple is overcrowded, and the ceremony for the master to accept disciples is being held.

  The platform is suspended in mid-air, dragged by white smoke. In the center are an old man with bone bones and eight children in their early teens.

   Tens of thousands of disciples looked at the child with admiration, and their eyes were full of surprise.

   As expected of the innate Taoist body, it has only been a few years since I entered the Tao, and I have already set foot on the perfection of refining and transforming Qi, and refining Qi to transform into a **** is just around the corner.

  There is no bottleneck in their practice, and they will set foot on land as immortals at the age of fifty.

  More than two hundred innate Taoism bodies are distributed in various sects. After all, their resources are limited, and it is impossible to guarantee a hundred land gods at the same time.

  Even though there are only eight Xiantian Taoists, the resources of the rest of the disciples are still deeply affected.

   "From now on, they are the eight heads of the Sanqing Temple. As long as you defeat any one of them, you can get their resource supply."

  In front of his disciples, the head teacher spent an almost impossible fortune.

  The Xiantian Dao body stared at the disciples of the Sanqing Temple coldly, and their sense of superiority made them not feel that they were in the same category as ordinary disciples.

   "Disciple, if it weren't for the birth of the Immortal Physique, with your aptitude, the position of the first seat would never have fallen into the hands of others."

  The skinny old woman talked to herself with her pointed mouth. She looked weak and exuded an unpleasant smell of corpses.

   The two apprentices who followed her also looked a little different from ordinary people.

  A child's hair is light white, and the pupils are pure black. At the same time, his hands hang below his knees, and his back is completely bowed.

   There is also a boy with an extra arm under his ribs, and his right foot is shrunken and deformed.

  They fixed their eyes on the figure of the innate Taoist body, the greed in their eyes seemed to be digging out their hearts and lungs, and their mouths were full of nonsense.

   "You think so, six diseases, Tai Sui?"

   The two boys did not reply. As the reincarnation of the pseudo-souls of ancient monks, they have all the characteristics of evil monks.

  The Jail Hall, like a parasite, secretly began to ingest the blood of the Daomen, trying to infiltrate to affect the situation.

  The outside world fell into a stalemate.

  Buddhism and Taoism tacitly occupy the north and south respectively, waiting for the arrival of the supreme demon.

   Only the Jail Hall has been busy all the time. Zhou Zuowan kept releasing a large number of tasks, signaling the immortals to go to the outside world to arrange.

  Many actions are meaningless in the eyes of Dameng Daoist, and even Zhou Zuosan will overthrow it in a short time.

  But the gods saw Zhou Zuosan's growing head, and understood that they had no other choice but to trust Zhou Zuosan.

  Time passed by little by little, and five hundred years seemed to pass by.

   Zhou Zuosan's voice sounded in the ears of the gods of the Three Realms: "The Supreme Demon, here we come."

  (end of this chapter)