Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

"It turned out to be true!"

In the wasteland behind the small temple, Lu Guangming looked at the corpse demon in front of him and really had his own consciousness, no longer brainlessly attacking others, and his heart was a little unbelievable. When dealing with the Corpse King Sect fifty years ago, he witnessed the horror of the Corpse King Sect with

his own eyes, a disciple of the Corpse King Sect controlled hundreds of corpse demons, and once bitten and not dealt with in time, the corpse will change, the early stage is simply a disaster, if you fight the corpse king sect's corpse demon in the city, it will fight more and more! Including the rest of the members of the Jing Ye Division,

they were also amazed, if the Jing Ye Division also mastered this kind of power, then the Corpse King Sect would not be worth mentioning even if it was revived.

But such a powerful force should be the secret of this temple, and I don't know how to master it.

But killing Lu Guangming could not have imagined that if he wanted to learn Meng Yuan, he could teach it directly for free, the original intention of the Great Compassion Mantra was to spread the Dharma, and others would not stop him if they wanted to learn it, and he was worried that there was no way to spread Buddhism.

As for the multi-heart sutra, it is more like the general outline of the Dharma, it is an exposition of Buddha and Bodhisattva, if there is no wisdom root but it is difficult to understand, and the Great Compassion Mantra can be recited sincerely, and there is no need to understand the Dharma Samadhi.

"Little Master Miao, won't the corpse demon that has been transformed by the Buddha scripture hurt people in the future?"

Meng Yuan shook his head: "No, they are just because the Buddhist scriptures gave birth to their own spirituality, and most of these corpse demons were good and simple villagers before their deaths, so their nature is not bad, and others may not be."

That's the case, but as long as they can get rid of the control of the Corpse King Sect.

"Roar-" The

aura emanating from everyone in the surrounding Jing Yesi made the corpse demons feel uneasy and a little restless, but because Meng Yuan was here, they were all settled.

Seeing the current appearance of these corpse demons, Meng Yuan's heart moved: "Corpse demons, riddled with evil qi, ignorant, now you get rid of all the evil from the corpse, you can be a family, it is better to call it a zombie."

Zombies!

As soon as Meng Yuan's words fell, I saw that more than twenty zombies in the forest felt one after another, as if they had completely got rid of the shackles, and strands of white hair actually grew on their rotten bodies, while a few more grew black hairs.

No one expected this change, that is, Meng Yuan just wanted them to get rid of the title of corpse demon, remembering the zombies he knew in his previous life, so he simply let them receive this title.

And a huge group of merit invisible to the naked eye flew into Meng Yuan's body from those twenty zombies, and instantly grew in the dantian, originally just like a strand of hair, now they are all catching up with the thickness of the ponytail.

If the alchemy body is enough, it is enough for one arm.

Could it be that I have created a race? Meng Yuan's heart was beating wildly, thinking about the legendary Nuwa Creator and the Styx Ancestor, it didn't seem to be an exaggeration. However, the

disciples of Xiaofa Temple and Jing Yesi did not know what was happening, and they all looked at the changed zombies vigilantly.

When a few zombies that sucked the blood of blood relatives had changed from white hair to black hair, the aura emitted by their bodies was comparable to building a foundation. This is not all the credit of Meng Yuan, the

corpse king sect disciples have been refining corpses in that valley for ten years, and I don't know how many materials were used to refine these dozens of bodies, originally let them suck the blood of blood relatives to break through themselves, and now Meng Yuan gave the name of zombies, and it was directly intensified.

Suddenly, a ghost light lit up like a ghost fire from Meng Yuan's side, and Lu Guangming exuded the coercion of the Golden Pill Realm to sweep towards the zombies.

"Roar!"

"Roar-" I saw a

zombie roaring up to the sky, scarlet eyes locked on him, the corpse qi of twenty zombies gathered into a mass, and I saw that the grass and trees within a radius of several miles began to dry up quickly.

The transformed zombies seem to be more spiritual, and of course, seem to be more ferocious.

Meng Yuan stepped forward to calm them, but the zombies who faced him were very obedient and stopped one by one.

Lu Guangming's face remained unchanged, just a few heads of foundation building realm and qi training realm, and it could not become any climate.

But that sutra... Be sure to get it!

Lu Guangming nodded: "Good, the body is stiff, the dead body is resurrected, and the zombie is much more image than the corpse demon."

"Go down, live and practice, and do not go into the evil path." Meng Yuan instructed the zombies.

"Roar!" The zombies roared in unison in response to him, and then jumped and disappeared into the mountains.

The old monk on the side looked at Meng Yuan's eyes brightly, and there was a deep desire, others did not notice, but he noticed, this is a brand new race, how can mortals do it?

Yasuya recorded the changes of the zombies and left, the small temple could not accommodate so many people, but Nalu and a few captains stayed, saying that some details needed to be discussed.

"Little Master, are you interested in joining my Jing Yeji to become a captain under me?" He saw that Meng Yuan had already practiced to the middle of the Qi Cultivation Realm at a young age, and he had an extraordinary temperament, comprehended the profound Dharma, and had a promising future.

Otherwise, who is qualified to be a captain in the Qi Training Realm.

Meng Yuan shook his head: "Poor monks are monks, and they can't enter Vanity Fair.

"In that case, I wonder if I can pass on that Buddhist scripture to me Yasuyaji?" Rest assured, I will not cause you to suffer losses, whether it is treasure or exercises, as long as I have it in the Yasu Yeshi can be exchanged. Lu Guangming said that he intended to open the bidding code.

This condition is not insignificant, after all, it is a country's cultivation institution, and the resources it has are incomprehensible.

Meng Yuan did not agree easily, not not not to pass on, but not to pass it on lightly, nor to take it empty.

He originally wanted to let Lu Guangming solve the trouble of the Wang family for him, but it was inappropriate to think about it, as the saying goes, people's hearts are separated by belly, and there are many things that promise to be secretly behind their backs in person, and it is a waste of human favor.

But if you want something precious, in the future, the Great Compassion Mantra will be widely spread to the world, and this is not embarrassing.

"I wonder if Jing Yesi can send me a copy of the Wang family's intelligence?" Meng Yuanfu asked softly.

After hearing this, Lu Guangming looked at him a little strangely and reminded: "It's okay, if Master Miao Evil has any difficulties, I also have some face, I can make peace for you, but the Wang family is not simple."

"Thank you Commander Lu, it's just that the little monk still doesn't bother to rule you in private affairs."

Seeing this, he didn't say more, Lu Guangming immediately left Meng Yuan's room and returned to the guest room to sleep with a few subordinates, as for the Buddhist scriptures, he naturally paid with one hand and delivered with the other.

Meng Yuan also blew the oil lamp on the table gently, and the entire temple was completely plunged into darkness, and only a slight breathing sounded. The

news that Lu Guangming, the commander of the Jing Ye Division, appeared in Luoxia Town had unknowingly spread rapidly to all forces, and when they arrived, they represented the eyes and swords of the imperial court.

For a while, it was a good time for chickens and dogs to jump.

"Little Law Temple, is this the temple of my Ten Thousand Law Sect?" A middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a fiery robe and wearing a large gold ring asked Shami on the side.

Nasha's lips were red and white, and a cinnabar was lit in the center of his eyebrows, and anyone had to praise his good looks.

"Master, we have never heard of it in the three hundred and thirty-three temples under the Ten Thousand Laws Sect."

"Oh? That's interesting, so let's check it out here first. "