Fantasy World Transmigration

A thin figure in linen sneaked down the deer terrace while the sky was getting dark. He walked along the inconspicuous corners of the tall loft of the deer terrace, carefully avoiding the patrolling guards, and walked towards the outside of the palace.

When he reached a place where the guards couldn't notice, he picked up the hem of his hakama, kicked his feet, and ran forward staggeringly.

In fact, even running is a luxury for a slave. There is no thick humus layer in the deciduous forest, nor the flat and soft soil on the plain. The garden of the palace is full of shrubs, raised roots and stones. Some will stab themselves in the foot.

Not to mention, in order to prevent slaves and pariahs from sneaking into the garden, King Yiqu ordered people to sprinkle a lot of sharp gravel here. Anyway, the nobles and guards wore felt shoes on their feet, which were warm and comfortable. He can also run freely on the gravel field, catch up with the slaves who can't run fast like the wind, and cut off their heads.

But that figure seemed to have ignored the broken stones that might scratch his feet. He staggered and trotted all the way, and found a hidden place, where there was already a dog Rong wearing a guard uniform waiting there.

When the guard saw the figure, he quickly went up to meet him, and said in a low voice, "Did you bring anything out?"

The skinny slave bowed his knees and said fawningly: "Bring it! The king ordered people to guard it strictly. The servants bribed the guards on duty to get out a little. They are freshly plucked and dried. , not those scumbags that are dropped on the ground and withered to fool you."

"Take it out and have a look!" the guard scolded, seeing that he hesitated, he became even more severe.

In desperation, the thin slave had no choice but to take out the thing wrapped in white cloth in his arms, dark gold, and the dried mandala flowers shrunk into balls, like scattered gold grains, piled up Together, exuding a rich fragrance, the guard greedily leaned in front of the mandala, and took a deep breath.

The thin slave looked at it distressedly, as if the weight had been sucked away by this mouthful, but he didn't dare to stop it, but the guard knew the importance of the matter, so he quickly rewrapped it.

He weighed the mandala flower, and said sharply: "Why is it so small this time? It's less than half a yi. This mandala flower is dried and weighs about two baht. Don't you think so?" Did the genius collect one hundred and twenty mandala flowers? You said... did you keep it for yourself!"

"You dare not!" The thin slave's legs softened when he heard the words, and he said in horror: "I will never dare to disobey the order of the great wizard, but the king's strictness ordered the close guards to take the mandala flower. Book by individual mandala, there are countless golden flowers blooming on each mandala!"

"The day before yesterday, the king executed a servant girl who stole flowers. Now the mandala is controlled by the guards in the palace. I have to pay bribes to hide some. I don't dare to steal too much from each plant. I just pick up those flowers. It slipped through the fingers of the noble guards."

"The false king actually has such a scheming plan?" The guard said in surprise and anger. The matter of smuggling the mandala from the palace is extremely important, and it has something to do with how much the great wizard values ​​him. In front of the wizard, the future is not optimistic, how can he get ahead?

The slave next to him said bitterly: "It was the middle-earth businessman who offered advice. He asked the king for arbitrary power, and he wanted to buy all the mandala flowers in Lutai. He was only allowed to sell them alone. considering!"

The guard sneered and said: "These Middle-earth people, after the great wizard wins the throne, it will definitely make them feel better!"

After putting away the mandala flowers wrapped in white cloth, the guard bowed his head and turned around a few times, then walked out of the palace and went straight to a mansion in the city. After entering the mansion, he handed the things to a The wizard, then took his leave. The wizard carefully held the things and came outside a main hall.

The great wizard Juyan looked at an apprentice wizard with a gloomy face, and poured the dark golden mandala flowers in the white handkerchief into the gold bottle. The bottle was already half full, and the mandala flowers inside were like loose gold ,

Exuding a charming dark golden brilliance, Ju Yanyan held the gold bottle in his hand, and said with an angry smile to the great wizards below who were greedily staring at the gold bottle: "Are you satisfied with just a little witch medicine?"

He sternly said: "In the hands of the false king, there are thousands of times more mandala witchcraft than this. Should we just pick up what he missed and be satisfied, and fight like dogs?"

The great wizard Juyan reached in, grabbed a handful of scattered gold, and with a little force in his hand, he crushed the mandala flowers that had shrunk into soybean-sized balls into powder, brought them to his nose and took a deep breath, secretly The tiny golden dust was inhaled into the nostrils, and within a few breaths, the eyes of Great Wizard Juyan changed.

His cloudy and dim eyes suddenly brightened, as if a powerful thought had been injected into him, and he felt his spiritual sense, which had been blunted by witchcraft, ghosts, darkness, and toxin erosion, become sharp again, and the touch of his thin, loose skin changed. Sensitive, clear and diffuse consciousness.

"It's really a magic medicine!" The great wizard Ju Yan exclaimed.

"The heroic spirits of our ancestors can use this to communicate with us. It can help us, listen, and see the traces of ghosts and gods everywhere. With their power, it can make us sharpen our senses, sink into the spirit world, and contact those great ones. Immortal power. Seeing spirits, enlightening ghosts and gods."

Ju Yan said with emotion: "That's why you are so eager and greedy to get this elixir, concoct it into a witch medicine that breaks through the realm, pleases the gods, and increases mana."

"Using this elixir, wizards can communicate with ghosts and gods. Warriors are infinitely powerful and braver when using this medicine. Even slaves who use it can work smarter. It can increase wisdom and make us more sensitive to the will of ghosts and gods. , and even make the warriors more flexible, powerful, replenish energy and physical strength."

"But this kind of treasure!" the great wizard Juyan said angrily, "It's actually in the hands of those idiots and trash from the Quangao family, and in the hands of that false king of Yiqu. That false king is even in a hall of the palace, Use the fire to bake a lot of spiritual incense, so that the mandala can fill the room. With those stupid and corrupt nobles, have fun in the hall and enjoy it wantonly, which is called the meeting of bliss.”

"This has attracted many dignitaries for King Yiqu!" A great wizard added: "Many tribal dignitaries are no longer interested in ancestors and ghosts and gods! Some nobles who have been to the Gathering of Bliss told me; , smell the wonderful scorpion of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, indulge in pleasure, and live up to being a noble person in this life."

"Otherwise, what's the point of living like those slaves and pariahs?"

"And the nobles who have smelled the wonderful fragrance of mandala incense from the heavenly flowers in the Paradise of Paradise are convinced of the Pure Land of Paradise. Even the monk who claims that the three pure lands opened up by the gods and Buddhas of Lingshan, which is not inferior to the Paradise of Paradise, can't convince others. Yesterday he even claimed that his Amitabha Pure Land and Posa Pure Land also have immeasurable mandala fragrance." Another great wizard said.

"Hahaha!" These words aroused mocking laughter in this secret secret room.

Ju Yan sneered and said, "It's that liar who is holding a bottle and showing people his West Paradise Pure Land? Does anyone believe his nonsense?"

As soon as Ju Yan finished speaking, all the laughter stopped immediately, and all the great wizards became silent.

Ju Yan laughed a few times, and then snorted coldly: "There are still many people who believe that they don't believe in ancestors and ghosts, but they believe in the nonsense of a barbarian from a Western ghost, who detailed the so-called reincarnation, the Western Paradise Pure Land, even if these things were just copied by the barbarian a few days ago! Even if he said this today, he would slap himself and change his words tomorrow. But there are still people who believe him and believe him deeply."

"Maybe we can also fabricate our own pure land!" A wizard said:

He boldly put forward this suggestion, thinking that he would receive rebuttals from several great wizards, but surprisingly, none of the great wizards spoke up, so after receiving this silent encouragement, a whispered discussion began in the secret room. Adapt this statement.

The silent Ju Yan sighed silently, he didn't know that this was digging his own foundation.

But after taking the mandala, Ju Yan firmly believed in the Paradise of Paradise where smallpox grows, and he also believed in the infinite bliss in the Pure Land of Paradise! If there is no Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, how can such a wonderful flower as mandala bloom? The aristocrats of the Yiqu country are wizards, and they are all obsessed with the unrestrained and carefree happiness after smoking mandala, and then yearn for the pure land of bliss where this strange flower grows.

Since the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss exists, after death, who would not want to log into the Land of Ultimate Bliss and enjoy boundless bliss?

This is why several great wizards dare not obstruct the theory of the Paradise of Paradise, and dare not offend the Amitabha Buddha who opened up the Paradise of Paradise...they also have a time to die.

In the picture of Heavenly Demon Bliss, Chen Ang looked at the souls that had just floated in. These are some old nobles in Yiqu City. Every winter, it is the day when the old people pass the big test. The winter master, It is the time when the vitality is restrained and the blood energy is dormant, so winter is like a pass. After a winter, when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, when the vitality germinates, most of the elderly who are physically aging and mentally weak can survive the winter of the coming year.

These aristocrats are the old people who couldn't stand it. Thanks to the flood of mandalas in Yiqu City, they all passed away without pain.

Into a real hell.

"Transfer these souls to World No. 76, and prepare for the Styx corruption experiment." Chen Ang smiled slightly, showing a gentle smile comparable to the gentle smiles that medical students show to rabbits and mice.

"It's still starting now. There are too few experimental resources! Too few! When the Pure Land Sect is flourishing and everyone recites the Buddha's name and enters the Paradise of Bliss, my tens of thousands of experimental projects will be able to start!" Chen Ang sighed: " The soul quality of these mandalas suckers is too poor, so they can only be used for Styx corruption experiments, to study the soul ecology after soul corruption, and to use waste."

"When those practitioners with strong will and soul come in, I will be able to start the project of hell torture and fission of soul and will!" Chen Ang's voice was full of regret.