Becoming a god starts from planting a Bodhi tree.

Chapter 1: Since ancient times, talented people have been tested by nature. Those who can pass the test will accumulate the power of Tao.
Four o'clock in the morning.

Before dawn, the city is still sleeping under the cover of night, and the muddy yellow street lights extend like veins in the urban area.

Ji Jingqiu jogged out of the community, crossed the overpass between the tall buildings, and ran towards the lower level of the urban area.

This metropolitan area is called Tai'an City. It is the largest metropolitan area on the East 3 Huangxing Star. The high-rise buildings like the Tower of Babel rise into the clouds, like towering trees in the forest. The sky bridges, green corridors and conveyor belts between them have turned into intricate and intertwined "branches" that connect this steel forest.

Ji Jingqiu looked up and saw the gray sky through the gap between the overpass corridors.

He felt like a worm crawling from the trunk to the roots before dawn.

As the depth decreases, there are no street lights and the sky is nowhere to be seen. The only thing left is the colorful neon signs that illuminate the ominous narrow alleys.

He skillfully turned through the alleys, jogging with his breathing steady, until he heard a grateful voice coming from the corner ahead.

"Sister Mei, thank you for saving my life last time. The teacher asked us to give this to you."

"Leave it there, go back if you're okay."

This time the voice was lazy, distant and cold, obviously that of a woman.

"Okay, Sister Mei, if you have any troubles that need to be dealt with, you can always notify us. Although Yangyan Martial Arts School is small, we know how to repay kindness!"

Ji Jingqiu continued to move forward.

As I turned the corner, I passed by three tall and strong young men.

The leader glanced at Ji Jingqiu sideways without stopping.

Seeing Ji Jingqiu coming, the bored Mei Jie's eyes lit up, as if she had spotted an interesting prey, and teased:

"Young man, you haven't committed suicide yet? Last time you came to apply for a job, I thought you didn't want to live anymore, but I didn't expect you didn't want to die."

She was wearing a black cheongsam with gold patterns and a slit that reached her thighs. She raised her delicate chin and held a jade-mouthed pipe in her hand.

Under the alternating light and dark, the charming face and slightly pointed jaw appear more three-dimensional and enchanting.

"Come with me, Old Man Mu has been waiting for you for a long time."

Sister Mei didn't waste any time. She leaned over and walked into the wooden door. Her cheongsam-wrapped figure revealed her graceful curves.

Ji Jingqiu bent down and followed. The narrow wooden door suddenly opened up into a spacious space with an electronic screen as big as a floor-to-ceiling window and various sophisticated instruments, all of which highlighted the extraordinary status of the owner of this place.

A dry cough.

A bald old man came out from the inner room, put on a white coat, and looked sleepy, obviously having just woken up. He ran out in a hurry, forcing a smile on his dry face:
"Here he comes."

“There aren’t many young people who are so punctual.”

Ji Jingqiu said seriously: "Keeping promises is a good habit. When do we start? Also, when will the money be transferred?"

"I'll call you right now." Sister Mei replied with a smile, "We dare not delay your salary."

Hearing the "30,000 yuan arrived information" from the terminal, Ji Jingqiu smiled brightly for the first time.

Old Man Mu squinted his eyes, looked at him, said nothing, and let him lie on the medical bed.

"I'll repeat it to you again. I need you to provide real-time feedback during the drug testing process, so you can't faint in the middle of it..."

Ji Jingqiu listened to his chatter patiently and responded to the recruitment requirements in his mind.

"let's start."

The incandescent light above his head suddenly lit up, shining brightly. Ji Jingqiu squinted his eyes as hard as he could, but could only see a vague outline.

The next moment, more than a dozen complementary psychiatric drug ingredients were injected into his body at the same time, quickly weaving an invisible net through the blood circulation system and beginning to attack the established neurons.

The tidal wave of pain began in the brain and spread to every corner of the body.

The pain was gradual, starting out as just a slight sting in the flesh.

"Does it hurt, kid?"

"Fortunately."

"Bear with it for a while, the pain level of this thing is higher than your evil poison disease."

Ji Jingqiu said nothing.

"Are you short of money?" Old Man Mu asked again.

"Ah."

"What do you need money for?"

"What can you do for free?"

"…Drug poisoning is one of the few diseases in the Federation that allows euthanasia. You actually managed to survive until you were sixteen. I really want to praise you for being amazing."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Can you tell me about your mental journey over the years?"

"More money?"

"I'll give you a 20 percent emotional surcharge this time."

"I don't want to die."

"That doesn't sound like a reason, it sounds more like self-mockery. Change it."

"Since ancient times, talented people have been tested by nature, and those who can pass the test will accumulate spiritual power."

"...Interesting." The old man whispered.

Ji Jingqiu suddenly trembled all over. The drugs injected into his body began to take effect. Dozens or even hundreds of neurotransmitters released a large amount of information like a tide. The pain began to intensify, far worse than before...

At this moment, a large number of meaningless lights and shadows flashed in his mind, like a runaway film projector, and past events flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

In my previous life, I was diagnosed with ALS right after I graduated from college. When I was confused about the future, I saw a child falling into the water.

Both of his parents are police officers. He did not hesitate and jumped into the cold river to save the child. However, he himself drowned due to sudden muscle weakness.

The moment he fell to the bottom of the Qiyu River, he was thinking that this life should not be lived in vain and he did not bring shame to his parents.

When I opened my eyes again.

I traveled to this world.

But the start was not good. The original body he traveled to had been suffering from a terminal illness called "evil poison disease" since birth.

The evil toxicity is the "remnant" of the Federation's gene editing craze one hundred and twenty years ago.

This terminal illness is a congenital gene mutation. It is not fatal, but euthanasia is the most humane option.

There is no clear conclusion on its cause and pathogenesis, but its main symptom is lifelong irregular and periodic body pain that cannot be suppressed by medication.

The pain level of toxicosis is rated as level 7.

Medically, pain is divided into levels 1-10, with the most classic toothache being level 4-7.

This is a terminal disease that once inherited, the child will have to suffer from daily "toothache" from birth, and it cannot be suppressed by medication.

Euthanasia is the most humane comfort the Federation can provide. …

The incandescent lights overhead went out.

The outline in front of me gradually became clear.

"Boy, are you okay?" Mu Lao's voice rang out.

Ji Jingqiu took a deep breath, grinned, stood up and crawled away.

"That's all for this time. Come back in a month. That way there won't be any sequelae. I'm going on a long trip starting tomorrow."

Ji Jingqiu glanced at the time. It had only been half an hour since he lay on the medical bed.

He suddenly felt that the money in his hand was a little unsafe, and said cautiously:

"Is this the end? Let me make it clear first, I won't return the money..."

Hearing the boy's tone of worry about him returning the money, Mu Lao's face twitched and he said unhappily:

"Take back your worries, you are definitely worth it!"

It didn't sound like a compliment, but Ji Jingqiu, who received an emotional surcharge, didn't intend to care about it.

Just when Ji Jingqiu was about to leave.

I don't know whether it was a suggestion with good intentions or bad intentions, but it suddenly sounded from behind me.

"You are sixteen years old, right? Let's practice martial arts."

Ji Jingqiu paused.

Mu Lao behind him took off his white coat and said calmly:
"People with the evil poison usually don't survive past the age of three, but you managed to make it to sixteen. It seems like you really don't want to die."

"If you don't want to die so badly, then practice martial arts. As long as you achieve some success in martial arts, your symptoms will be greatly alleviated."

Ji Jingqiu's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked in confusion: "Why haven't I found such a statement on the Internet?"

Mu Lao sneered:

"Because in today's Federation martial arts, one can only start practicing at the age of sixteen! And before you, I have never heard of a patient with evil poison syndrome being able to survive to the age where he can practice martial arts!"

"Take it. This visualization picture is wasted here."

Ji Jingqiu caught the scroll thrown to him by Old Man Mu.

He spread out the visualization diagram and was deeply shocked in an instant.

The red sky was burning, lava was flowing on the earth, and everywhere you looked was a scene of purgatory.

With just one glance, he felt a shock on the spiritual level from the painting. This was definitely not an ordinary thing.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu." Ji Jingqiu changed his address and spoke in a respectful tone.

The elders in my family have taught me that we should be especially respectful to people who have abilities and are willing to teach others.

Mu Lao seemed unaccustomed to this kind of address, and snorted:

"No need to thank me, I just think you're a good drug test subject and I don't want you to die too soon.

The path of martial arts cannot be solved by just a visualization diagram. You have to find the rest yourself, such as a martial arts gym or a dojo."

He turned back to the instrument, sorted out today's experimental data, and waved his hand:

"You can leave now!"

Ji Jingqiu bowed, said goodbye to Sister Mei at the door, and left.

Wait for him to leave.

Sister Mei walked in leisurely, and said lazily in the curling green smoke:
"Mr. Mu, did you really give away your ancestral visualization map?"

"You didn't send a fake one, did you?"

"A replica with divine will." Mu Lao said calmly, "I stole it from the clan back then. It's no longer useful to me. What can't I give it to you? If you want to practice, I'll give you one too."

Sister Mei curled her lips and said, "Forget it. Your thing almost crippled a peerless genius known as the sun of martial arts. I can't afford it."

"You can try, you may succeed." Mu Lao joked, "The [Fire House Buddha Prison Visualization Method] passed down in my family does not place much emphasis on talent, but on willpower."

Sister Mei asked curiously for no reason: "Do you really think that boy can master it?"

"If he can't do it, probably no one in this world can do it." Mu Laowei raised his head, his eyes a little dazed.

"How to say?"

"My family's handed-down visualization diagram emphasizes that one must go through tribulations in the world. Both physical and mental tribulations are tribulations. Those who go through ten tribulations are comparable to the lower-level visualization method, while a hundred tribulations correspond to the middle-level visualization method, and a thousand tribulations correspond to the higher-level visualization method."

The current Federation martial arts, including all physical skills and visualization methods, are divided into four levels:

The lower vehicle, the middle vehicle, the higher vehicle and the supreme Dharma.

Sister Mei exhaled smoke lightly and said unhappily, "The ancestor of your family was a madman, no wonder he could create such a method! Can a human survive a thousand tribulations?!"

"This tribulation is not the same as that tribulation." Mu Lao said disapprovingly, "Everyone in the Federation knows that our Mu family's ancestors were kind-hearted. They only saved people and never killed people."

The visualization method passed down by his family is called [Buddha's Hell on Fire], which means that the world is like a burning house and all living beings are sinking in a sea of ​​suffering. Only by saving others and oneself can one reach the Pure Land on the other side.

Mu Lao recalled the look in the boy's eyes not long ago. He had never seen such a strong desire to survive. He murmured:
“Earlier in there, this kid said something very interesting, and it was this sentence that prompted me to give him this visualization method.

I'm not worried about whether he can succeed, I'm just curious about how far this kid can go."

"What?" Sister Mei asked.

After a brief silence, Mu Lao slowly said, "Since ancient times, talented people have been tested by heaven, and those who can pass the test will accumulate Taoist power."

Sister Mei's eyes suddenly focused.

This sentence is surprisingly consistent with the [Visualization Picture of the Buddha's Hell in Fire House]!
Is it a coincidence or...

Mu Lao murmured:

"Thousand Tribulations corresponds to the superior visualization method, but the superior method is not the upper limit of the visualization method passed down in my family. It's just that my descendants are incapable of it."

"Back then, my Mu family ancestor took the lead and established the foundation of the federation for eternity. He first saw the heaven and earth, saw all living beings, then saw his true self, and finally developed his own pure land. Only then did he perfect the Dharma at the age of fifty-six, achieve a body that can transcend all calamities, and light up the supreme wisdom and great supernatural powers."

"But what if there is a person who has been suffering from the trials of God since birth, and every illness is a disaster. He has been on the brink of life and death countless times, and has survived from birth to the age of sixteen...

Do you think this can be regarded as saving oneself from the sea of ​​suffering, or as——

A thousand disasters befall you?"

Sister Mei's pupils suddenly shrank, and she blurted out: "Ridiculous!"

A thousand kalpas is already the best.

Ten thousand calamities befall you, but there is no other way to reach the heaven!

Mu Lao nodded calmly: "Yes, how ridiculous."

How could there be such a person in this world?
I...I am resurrected again
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(End of this chapter)