The Secret Way of Immortality

Deaths gradually accumulated in the inner world, and one could see that the Merit Monk was becoming increasingly frantic.

More and more people committed suicide, and even the rivers were filled with corpses, their souls from the Niwan Palace having vanished.

Jing Prefecture's unique rules were subtly fueling extremism.

The slaughter continued for more than half a year, but it came to an abrupt end in the dead of winter.

In the western district of Sanxiang City, the sounds of gongs and drums rang out incessantly, shops were decorated with lanterns and streamers, and children in new clothes could be seen everywhere.

The air was filled with the aroma of rice, with a hint of grains mixed in, the fragrance even attracting voles from the deep mountains.

Seemingly a Spring Festival celebration, it was actually the Laba Festival, held once every ten years.

The Laba Festival is a very special festival in Buddhism, said to be the day when Sakyamuni attained true Buddhahood.

The Maitreya followers of the Forbidden Prison Hall have a custom of holding large-scale Laba Festivals every year, but they do not worship the myriad Buddhas in the sky.

Generally speaking, forces belonging to the Daoist sect do not celebrate the Laba Festival.

In fact, in many areas, it is difficult to even find a single temple.

Ren Qing therefore suspected that the mastermind might be a Buddhist cultivator, at least a Buddhist disciple with the Bodhisattva fruit position.

Moreover, the Laba Festival in the inner world is also related to the matter of ascending to the Western Paradise.

It is the end of one round of slaughter and the beginning of a new round.

Monks with fulfilled merits will receive Sakyamuni's baptism every ten years during the Laba Festival and ultimately ascend to the Western Paradise.

Therefore, towns and cities tend to become quieter around the Laba Festival.

Monks with the qualifications to ascend have already accumulated enough merit, and the remaining monks can only wait another ten years, with plenty of time to acquire merit.

Two months before the Laba Festival, there is actually another saying in the inner world.

It is called the "Buddha's Unborn Day".

When the Buddha is not yet born, demons are free in the world.

Monks will slaughter wantonly within these two months in order to ascend to the Western Paradise, and tens of thousands of people will become victims, but some will always survive.

Therefore, in the clamor of the Laba Festival, one can still see some people who are out of place.

They usually dress slovenly, walking in the shadowy, damp alleys, their identities including prostitutes, beggars, barbers, grooms...

All are low and despicable jobs that cannot be brought to the fore.

Although they wear smiles on their faces, they have hatred from the bottom of their hearts, clearly directed at the Merit Monks in power.

Merit Monks do not have spells to protect themselves, and even if they control millions of people, there will inevitably be some who accidentally learn the truth.

These people do not make a sound, choosing to maintain their lives as before.

They intentionally reduce social interaction, and in the eyes of others, they are complete madmen, unknown rats in the corners.

Because they know that only in this way will they not be targeted by the Merit Monks.

Xiao Gong lowered his head and walked through the crowd, his robe, its original color unknown, emitting the unique stench of donkey and horse manure.

He raised his head and looked at the platform not far away.

Dozens of monks were praising Wu Shan, seemingly extolling him as a saint of ten lifetimes, eliciting cheers from the hundreds of onlookers.

Wu Shan was also enjoying this moment, the relic hanging around his neck was already complete, representing that at least hundreds of people had died at his hands.

Xiao Gong sneered and quietly walked into the alley not far away, a chill coming over him, as if he had entered a world isolated from everything else.

He hurried to the end, and along the way, he could see several huddled beggars.

The beggars glanced obscurely at Xiao Gong before retracting their hands reaching for their waists, obviously all lookouts responsible for surveillance.

Xiao Gong took off his headscarf as he walked, revealing a face covered in scars.

Who would have thought that a few years ago, he was a famous actor in Xiangxiang, a resounding name even on the stage in the north and south.

Xiao Gong felt the stinging pain caused by the wind blowing over the scars, and an utter hatred could not help but flow from his eyes.

In the unbearable memories, there was a sense of betrayal and separation.

He suffered all kinds of torture, blades slashed across his face, and boiling water was poured into his throat, and he could vaguely hear a few people talking beside him.

"What do you say, kill him?"

"No, it would damage our merit."

When Xiao Gong was reduced from a famous actor to a beggar, he became a groom in a brothel thanks to Wu Shan's "kindness".

He originally did not know the truth and was very respectful to the monks, but now...

"Master Xiao, you seem to be a little late?"

The speaker was none other than the Black Water Daoist, although he looked old, his spirit had been reborn, like a lean, hungry tiger.

Around the Black Water Daoist were a dozen simply dressed men and women.

They usually did the most menial and despicable jobs in Sanxiang City, but now they were gathered together.

Xiao Gong shook his head slightly, and said in a hoarse and dry voice: "Sorry, I went to see the Buddha-becoming ceremonies in various parts of the city."

"Any situation?"

"According to the previous scale, the number of Buddha-becoming ceremonies this Laba Festival has doubled."

The middle-aged woman narrowed her eyes and said with gritted teeth: "They want to kill the donkey after it grinds the mill, damn them, damn them..."

"Evil people become Buddhas, but we can only go to hell. We should let them see what hell is like!"

"Why not go to the Buddha-becoming ceremony..."

"Silence."

The Black Water Daoist interrupted everyone's discussion, his sharp eyes sweeping over them.

"Can you shake the Buddhist sect with just you?"

"Don't joke around. With the Buddhist sect's current reputation, as long as they determine that you are heretics, you won't even have a chance to turn over."

Xiao Gong and others' eyes flickered. Most of them had already resigned themselves to their fate. It was the Black Water Daoist who came to their door and told them the secrets of the Buddhist sect.

However, they did not completely trust the Black Water Daoist, and they also had many concerns, mainly because the other party also believed in certain existences.

The only Upper Realm is the Western Paradise. Since it is not the Buddha, then it can only be the evil ghosts of hell.

"The Heavenly Court can overthrow the Buddhist sect."

"But I need more people to know the names of the immortals and gods of the Heavenly Court."

The scene suddenly became silent, but soon a middle-aged man responded.

His whole family died at the hands of the Merit Monks, and later his cousin's children also drowned inexplicably, and in the end, none of his relatives survived.

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Xiao Gong also did not hesitate too much, and the others no longer had any concerns.

For them, does it matter whether it is evil ghosts of hell? If the Merit Monks cannot be completely eliminated, where is there a pure land?

"The Heavenly Court is divided into eight departments, with a total of three hundred and sixty-five immortals and gods."

"The upper four departments are Thunder, Fire, Plague, and Battle, and the lower four departments are Constellations, Three Mountains and Five Peaks, Gods of Rain and Clouds, and Gods of Punishing Good and Evil."

The Black Water Daoist's expression became extremely serious, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "In the next ten years, each of you will be responsible for spreading the name of one immortal and god, and you will have to go to towns and cities everywhere. Can you do it?"

They had already lost everything, and the only reason they kept their lives was unwillingness. How could they care about the hardships of travel?

"But... can we do it?"

The speaker was a young man who was not even twenty years old. The Black Water Daoist's eyes softened, and he touched his head and said: "Ma Shan, do you still remember the immortal you saw under the banyan tree a few years ago?"

"..."

"Remember."

Ma Shan exhaled. More than a dozen companions who worshiped together back then had all died in Sanxiang City, leaving him alone.

"The immortal gave me a kind of immortal Gu, called the Mute Gu."

"As long as you refine the Mute Gu and place a piece of paper with words written on it under your tongue, even if you tell hundreds of people, they will not be able to say that sentence until the Mute Gu dies."

The Black Water Daoist took out a beetle the size of a fingernail from his arms, with the word "mute" patterned on its back, which looked extremely mysterious.

[Mute Gu]

[After refining, it can prevent people from uttering words, and requires one liter of saliva every day for sustenance.]

[The Mute Gu can be promoted to the Law Gu by nourishing it with ten years of silence.]

The Black Water Daoist loosened his hand, and the Mute Gu drilled into Ma Shan's tongue. The latter only felt that he seemed to have mastered some kind of supernatural power.

Relatively, he became dry-mouthed and swallowed several times without saliva.

"It's okay. As a spell given by the immortal, the Mute Gu needs to swallow saliva every day to survive. Just drink more water."

Ma Shan tried to use the Mute Gu and immediately showed an ability beyond recognition.

Everyone's expressions were excited. They could actually see the hope of destroying the Buddhist sect in their lifetime. What if they had to work hard for ten years?

The Black Water Daoist issued the Mute Gu one by one, and even gave them bamboo tubes, which contained dormant Gu worms in case of emergencies.

"Ma Shan, you are going to Linshan City. The immortal and god you will spread the name of is..."

"The Plague Spreading Immortal."

Ma Shan couldn't help but nod his head, feeling deeply shocked, as if he could see more than three hundred immortals standing in the clouds.

"Xiao Gong, you are going to Dahwang Mountain. The god you will spread the name of is..."

"The Wood Star Lord of the Dipper."

The names of the immortals and gods were told to everyone, and even if they wanted to know the background and origin of the gods, the Black Water Daoist answered fluently.

This made Xiao Gong and others couldn't help but believe in the reality of the Heavenly Palace.

While speaking, the Black Water Daoist had already used the Law Gu: "You must disguise the Heavenly Court as something left over from ancient times. Don't be too deliberate."

After explaining clearly, they left the alley one after another.

Everything was seen by Ren Qing.

With Ren Qing's Yang God Realm's bacterial soul, plus the Gu worm body that had already been promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm, he could theoretically flatten the inner world.

But he chose to spread the Heavenly Court.

Because Ren Qing had to bring the various forces to the inner world and had to take the opportunity to set up the Heavenly Court, he used a seemingly troublesome method.

But he was not without gains.

In fact, as long as it is not suicide, the souls of those who die unjustly can still be preserved for seven days, so even the corpses are collected into the Yellow Springs of the underworld.

Ren Qing originally thought that the probability of ordinary people's corpses and souls forming zombies would be frighteningly low.

But unexpectedly, after the corpses suffered disasters before their deaths, their souls were filled with resentment, and they actively absorbed the death energy in the Yellow Springs.

Zombies crawled out of the Yellow Springs one by one, and the number of corpse veins had completely surpassed that of demon veins.

As long as there are no wars, the scale of the underworld will continue to grow. No wonder in the myths of the previous life, the underworld was divided into ten halls of hell, because the power could not be concentrated in one place.

The Corpse Ghost knew this well and was gradually delegating power internally.

Otherwise, where would he have time to cultivate? Moreover, there would definitely be zombies who would be promoted to the Yang God Realm one after another, and the underworld would have to change dynasties anyway.

"Hell is empty, and the devils are in the world."

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes. Next, he must make the various forces believe that the surface world is just a scam set up by the mastermind.