I Became the Sun God

The temple is not a big temple.

It's just an ordinary small temple in the mountains.

On weekdays, we rely on the villagers down the mountain to have the most basic living security.

The incense money collected during festivals is the temple’s biggest source of income.

But it’s just the holidays.

There are not many people in this temple on weekdays. After all, no one is full and runs to the mountain to worship Buddha every day.

Fusang people believe in the animism of all things, and their reverence for various gods is reflected everywhere, but they do not go specifically to worship Buddha.

And in this temple, the life of the old abbot is coming to an end.

The host is over ninety years old, which is considered a longevity even in Fuso.

Since he has been reciting Buddhist scriptures all his life, the host has long been indifferent to life and death.

Feeling that his life was about to come to an end, the old abbot called his two disciples.

In the sad eyes of his disciples, the old abbot calmly explained his funeral affairs:

"When I die, you can bury my body in the backyard."

"I have lived here all my life as my master, and I want to rest here forever when I die."

"After living for so many years, I have no regrets about being a teacher."

"If I have to say something, it's probably because I was too lazy when I was young."

"When I became a master in my sixties and accepted you two as my disciples, I began to regret my laziness in my youth."

"However, human life is limited after all. I have been reading Buddhist scriptures for decades, but I still can't figure out why."

"This world..."

The old monk looked out the window, where the red sunset covered the sky:

"Gods, immortals, demons, demons...all appear."

"The Buddha we believe in must also exist, but my teacher has not been able to gain wisdom from Buddhist scriptures. I am afraid that I will not see the Buddha after death."

"You guys...if you feel at peace here, study the Buddhist scriptures carefully. You may be able to gain supreme wisdom and become a true monk."

"If you think it's a miserable place, just bury yourself as a teacher and go down the mountain."

"As a teacher... apart from this little regret, this life is enough."

The old monk's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally lost all vitality. He sat there cross-legged and passed away.

"Master!"

The two disciples burst into tears immediately.

Although everyone has their own ambitions, and not everyone likes the life of a monk in the mountains, the old monk's kindness in raising them is genuine.

Now that the old monk passed away, the two disciples suddenly felt sad.

After a long time, the older disciple wiped his tears:

"Junior brother... do as Master says."

"Bury Master's Dharmakaya in the backyard, and then...you can go down the mountain. I am on the mountain, so you can rest assured."

"Senior brother..."

The young disciple looked at his senior brother blankly.

Senior brother forced out a smile:

"You are still young and your mind is uncertain."

"If you like the world of mortals, go and have a walk in the world of mortals."

"If you feel tired, come back. Senior brother will guard this home for you."

…

With simple arrangements, the old monk was finally buried in the backyard.

The young disciple did not go down the mountain.

Because the master has just been buried, the two disciples still need to guard the master for a while.

After disposing of the master's body, it was already late at night.

According to the master's request, the two disciples must go to bed on time. Now that they have been delayed for so long, the two disciples naturally go back to their respective rooms.

However, the master had just passed away, and the two disciples had no intention of sleeping, tossing and turning with their own thoughts.

Qin Ran looked at this scene and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle:

"On the contrary, the father is kind and the son is filial."

"In that case, I will make up for your regret and let Chaofan appear here."

As Qin Ran finished speaking, a large amount of black liquid appeared out of thin air around the old monk's body in the soil.

The black liquid invaded the old monk's body and rapidly transformed his essence.

The originally thin flesh and blood became plump again, but it became extremely black and blue.

The withered and yellow nails have also turned black and green, and are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old monk's face was distorted, and the eyes on his black and blue face disappeared, leaving only large blue blood vessels.

The blood vessels seemed to come alive, and were constantly squirming, converging in the middle of the old monk's face.

puff!

With a muffled sound, an extra eye appeared out of thin air on the old monk's face.

It was a huge one-eye that grew back after the flesh and blood were torn apart.

The one eye was covered with blue bloodshot eyes, wide open, and looked extremely crazy and persistent.

The rickety soles of the feet have also become a lot larger, turning into a pair of black and blue flat feet.

"Reciting sutras...reciting sutras..."

The monster in the mud crawled out silently and walked toward the meditation room muttering to itself.

Looking at the monster's figure, Qin Ran nodded with satisfaction.

The Master of Aobo was finally born.

The so-called Qingfang Master is a monster created by Qin Ran using the corpse of an old monk.

The principle of shaping is also very simple.

The black liquid parasitized the corpse, swallowed the divine power provided by Qin Ran, and transformed the corpse on a large scale.

Not only did the corpse's appearance change, it even possessed incredible powers.

Not only that, because of the memory remaining in the cells, this so-called Qingbo master can also show corresponding obsessions.

Of course, a monster is a monster after all.

Obsession is only the basis for Master Qingbo's actions. As Master Qingbo continues to absorb spiritual energy, he will eventually transform into a terrifying monster.

You know, in the myth of Fuso, Master Qingbo was the result of the fall of the mountain god.

Mountain god...

Every move he makes has the power of the mountains, but he is still addicted to obsession.

This is the master of Qingfang created by Qin Ran.

And this kind of Qingbo master will also be the source of everything that follows.

Dong Dong Dong…

Walking into the Zen room quietly, Master Qingbo sat cross-legged in front of the wooden fish and began to beat the wooden fish rhythmically.

The crisp sound echoed throughout the temple, seeming a bit strange and evil.

"Um?"

"Why is there the sound of wooden fish?"

The two disciples heard the voice immediately, got up in tacit agreement and walked towards the Zen room together.

Through the candlelight in the meditation room, they could vaguely see a tall figure sitting there.

"Come in... chant sutras..."

As if sensing the presence of the two of them, a hoarse and crazy voice suddenly sounded in the meditation room.

Hearing that voice, the hairs on the two disciples' bodies stood up.

They could clearly feel the malice and madness in the voice.

It seemed that if I didn't go in to chant sutras, I would be disrespectful to the Buddha, and I would encounter indescribable terror the next moment.

"Is this a demon?"

Such thoughts arose in the minds of the two disciples at the same time.

They looked at each other and then walked in with fear on their faces.

Then, they saw the completely twisted Master, with his huge evil one eye.

"Reciting sutras..."

In the voice full of malice, the two disciples had no choice but to start chanting sutras.

If you don’t recite sutras, you will die.