The Secret Way of Immortality

While climbing, Ren Qing observed the traces on the surface of the rock wall.

He determined that the Buddha corpse that left the Bottomless Abyss should have shed its corporeal form, somewhat like an insect emerging from its pupa.

“Could Cishi be deliberately raising strange creatures similar to Buddha?”

Ren Qing shook his head. It seemed that the Bottomless Abyss was more than just a mass grave for Cishi; it should possess some special significance.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

A hurricane howled, and several fresh corpses swept past above his head.

He could clearly detect faint traces of Buddha energy mixed within the corpses, which were ultimately absorbed by the Buddha's Dream Seed in his brow.

Ren Qing's expression showed a hint of surprise. After mastering the Rebirth Art to the level of Yin Official, he could vaguely see through some of the essence of Buddha energy.

The appearance of Buddha energy was like colorful glass, capable of guiding evildoers towards good, even more like a proper spell than the Jailer's Dharma.

But its core was mixed with a stench of decay.

Ren Qing's eyes stung slightly, as if he saw boundless resentment from within the Buddha energy, with countless remnant souls wailing in agony.

The Primordial Fetal Membrane actively resisted the erosion from the Buddha energy, and the slight tingling of his skin immediately brought him back to his senses.

A sense of dread arose in Ren Qing's heart.

As expected of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, he was far from comparable to the Deer Riding Arhat. He almost fell for it again.

It was hard to imagine how mortals could live in an environment filled with Buddha energy.

Would they… still be human?

Ren Qing placed the fetal flesh close to his body and quickened his pace towards the surface.

As he approached the light of the Bottomless Abyss's exit, an increasingly rich Buddha energy rushed towards him, but at the same time, there was also a scent of incense.

Ren Qing was already very close to the ground. He was not in a hurry to leave the Bottomless Abyss, and directly used his Heavy Pupils to their fullest extent to look.

What came into view was not the hell on earth he had imagined, but a town.

The streets were bustling with traffic, and the Bottomless Abyss was like a river spanning the town. The walking residents didn't care about it at all.

The bricks of the entire town were like glazed glass, and every few dozen meters there was a simple altar, with statues of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva placed on them.

There were also many temples, but they all enshrined the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva.

The incense burners in front of the gates emitted smoke, which swirled in the sky above the town, making it seem like a fairyland.

It was hard to imagine that not long ago, Buddha corpses were crawling out of the Bottomless Abyss.

Ren Qing noticed that the appearance of the Cishi people was very strange. Most of them had fair complexions, full foreheads, and large, fleshy ears.

Just like the Buddha statues sitting in the temples, they gave him a feeling of extreme Buddhist nature.

Ren Qing tried to use Ghost Shadows to touch the outside world and found that although the Buddha energy in the air was extremely rich, it was still within an acceptable range.

He glanced at the deep darkness and vaguely heard roars.

Ren Qing exerted force with his arms and then climbed out of the Bottomless Abyss. The dazzling sunlight carried residual heat, as if pulling him from the region into the human world.

The Buddha's Dream Seed slowly absorbed the Buddha energy, adding a “卍” to his brow.

Because of the blessing of the Disaster Elimination Dharma, Ren Qing's existence was like a drop of water merging into the sea, without causing any waves at all.

He could be considered to have experienced the feeling of ***. I'm afraid that after the Disaster Elimination Dharma is promoted to the Yang God realm, he will directly pass through the flowers without a single leaf sticking to his body.

Ren Qing looked around, with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

He swept over the hundreds of people on the street, and didn't even see a woman. All of them were men shaped like Buddhas.

“Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, bless.”

“Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, bless.”

………

Ren Qing's attention was drawn to the ascetic monks on the street.

The ascetic monk was at least seventy or eighty years old. His old body prostrated every three steps, and he practiced in the city with a pious expression.

If Ren Qing hadn't discovered the tens of thousands of corpses in the Bottomless Abyss, he would have thought that the Cishi Buddhist monks were vegetarians.

He casually found a secluded corner to change into similar monk robes, and then wandered around the city wantonly.

The town was named "Heaven Above Heaven", and it was full of Buddhist elements. Everyone seemed to be the most devout monk.

However, Ren Qing had not found any women along the way.

But there were children in the town, which meant that Heaven Above Heaven was not without reproduction, and there must be some secrets hidden in it.

Seeing this, Ren Qing silently used Ghost Shadows to touch the ascetic monk's body.

Information flow surged.

【Hui Wu】

【Age: Three】

【Lifespan: One thousand three hundred and fifty years】

【Art: Maitreya White Bone Scripture】

【Created by the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, cultivation requires swallowing gold essence every day until the body turns into an indestructible golden body before it can be practiced.】

Ren Qing was stunned for a few breaths, and then almost couldn't maintain the Disaster Elimination Dharma. He quickly canceled the summoning of the information flow several times, but it was still true.

Even if the age and lifespan were swapped, he wouldn't be so surprised.

But Ren Qing looked at the ascetic monk's face, which was full of vicissitudes, and his skin, which was full of ravines, could not be only three years old.

Why did his lifespan reach more than a thousand years?

As for the style of the Maitreya White Bone Scripture, although it was strange, it was normal in this world.

Ren Qing took a deep breath, walked closer to the ascetic monk Hui Wu, and used his Heavy Pupils to the fullest extent, but he didn't find even a trace of abnormality.

He was just an ordinary mortal.

His legs were slightly disabled, and his stomach had shrunk to the size of a fist due to prolonged fasting, and his lungs had congenital diseases.

Ren Qing then checked all the nearby people one by one, and the situation was the same.

Children, the information flow showed that they were one year old; middle-aged monks, the information flow showed that they were two years old; old monks were three years old.

The monks all practiced alternative spells. The Maitreya White Bone Scripture accounted for the vast majority, and some were the Maitreya Skin Scripture.

But no matter what the spell, no traces of cultivation could be seen on the outside.

【Maitreya Skin Scripture】

【Created by the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, cultivation requires swallowing gold skin every day until the body turns into an indestructible golden body before it can be practiced.】

If Ren Qing wasn't focused on keeping a low profile, he would have wanted to grab a few monks and take them to the Eternal Prison to explore their memories.

He used Ghost Shadows to explore Hui Wu's bones and flesh, and as a result, he noticed that the soul in the Niwan Palace was as old as the body.

In addition, there were traces of swallowing metal in Hui Wu's stomach, indicating that he had indeed practiced the so-called Maitreya White Bone Scripture.

“Cough cough cough cough…”

Hui Wu belatedly raised his head and looked at Ren Qing with blurred eyes.

This was the drawback of the Disaster Elimination Dharma. When things related to Ren Qing affect others, it is very likely that the other party will notice his existence.

Hui Wu's pupils dilated, and a man suddenly appeared in front of him.

He saw that the man was wearing a white monk's robe, and his otherworldly aura was unlike that of a mortal. There was a “卍” shaped pattern on his brow, which looked mysterious and extraordinary.

A faint Buddha energy poured into his brow, causing the swastika to emit fluorescence.

“It must be the true body of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, who has come to save me and help me become a Buddha.”

As soon as Hui Wu had this thought, his state of mind became extremely pure, and the Buddha energy in the air poured into his body as if guided.

The Buddha energy destroyed Hui Wu's body, and soon made his vitality near death.

Ren Qing was just about to use Dream Spell to erase Hui Wu's memory, but then he realized that the latter seemed to have misunderstood something.

Hui Wu was in tears, got up and sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures.

Countless eyes around him looked at him, containing undisguised envy, but Hui Wu was clearly about to die completely.

“Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva…”

“Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva…”

They stopped and put their hands together to chant the scriptures, and some monks even knelt on the ground, as if facing the Buddha.

More and more monks gathered, and the scene even showed signs of getting out of control.

Ren Qing clicked his tongue and silently retreated to the side.

Before long, hundreds of monks walked out of the temple named "Vajra Temple" and bathed and dressed Hui Wu in the street.

The tattered monk's robe was replaced, and every inch of skin was carefully scrubbed with clean cotton cloth.

The many monks watching did not feel the slightest strangeness, and even regarded this matter as an honor, as if witnessing the imminent arrival of the Buddha.

After Hui Wu was completely taken care of, he could no longer see the appearance of an ascetic monk, but instead looked like an abbot who had been in a high position in a Buddhist temple for a long time.

“Respectfully send off Dharma Master Hui Wu to Nirvana…”

The leading middle-aged monk shouted respectfully.

Then four young and strong monks walked out, supporting Hui Wu, who was already in a state of confusion, and walked towards the Bottomless Abyss.

Hui Wu then underwent strange changes all over his body.

His flesh began to gradually dry up, the pupils of his eyes turned blood red, and blood with a metallic luster kept flowing out of his facial features.

When Hui Wu came to the Bottomless Abyss, his teeth and nails had turned bronze, and the Buddha energy contained in them became more and more intense.

The content displayed in the information flow was also different.

【Hui Wu】

【Age: Three】

【Lifespan: One day】

【Art: Maitreya White Bone Scripture】

More than a thousand years of lifespan disappeared, as if it was forcibly stripped from Hui Wu's body for some unknown reason.

But Ren Qing also confirmed it because of this.

Cishi may have a special method of prolonging life. For him, even if he doesn't prolong his life for a thousand years, five hundred years is tempting enough.

Ren Qing naturally wanted to obtain the secret of prolonging life.

However, the first thing is to ensure his own safety. After all, it involves the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, who is at least equivalent to a Land Immortal.

The monks also brought a clay jar, and Hui Wu was put into it, then filled with charcoal and firewood, and finally completely sealed with mud.

“Flesh body Buddha?”

Ren Qing immediately remembered that in his previous life, Jiuhua Mountain had a funeral method for monks called sitting transformation, which was to put the corpse into a jar, and when the flesh and blood turned into withered, it would become a flesh body Buddha.

There was movement from the clay jar, followed by Hui Wu's terrified wailing.

“I don't want to become a Buddha, I don't want to become a Buddha, Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, save me…”

Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out by the deafening chanting of scriptures.

This ritual lasted for several hours, until Hui Wu completely died, and the monks finally returned to calm.

They opened the clay jar again, and there was only Hui Wu's grim corpse inside.

The monks cleaned the copper-colored blood stains on the clay jar, and were indifferent to the corpse, with a slightly respectful expression.

They skillfully drilled holes in the soles of the corpse's feet and the top of its head with tools, and then pulled out the bones one by one.

The bones emitted a metallic luster. If you didn't look at the appearance, you would only think they were made of gold.

There is another chapter, a little later.