Becoming a God Starts From Planting a Bodhi Tree

Chapter 98 Invite the gods into the temple and choose the four demons

Day one.

Ji Jingqiu was panting and stood leaning on a knife.

Zhuang BuTong said expressionlessly: "Take a rest and continue later."

Ji Jingqiu breathed a long sigh of relief and took the time to regain his strength.

Today's Senior Zhuang is completely different from the previous two times. There is a looming sharpness in his body, like a long sword about to be unsheathed, giving Ji Jingqiu an extraordinary sense of oppression.

Ji Jingqiu placed Qingzhu across his knees. While recovering his physical strength, he continued to figure out the fusion of secret techniques, and at the same time used the knife-nurturing method to warm the Eternal Sword.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Senior Zhuang.

At this moment, this dilapidated training room is like a quiet and solemn dojo, and time flows extremely slowly.

A few inches of sunlight filtered through the ancient window lattice and fell mottledly on Zhuang BuTong, casting a faint golden glow on this slovenly man.

This is a rare peaceful and warm scene.

But I don’t know why…

However, Ji Jingqiu felt a dangerous and strange aura from the front, namely Zhuang BuTong.

That breath seemed to have been dormant for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to be released at this moment, pouring out slowly but firmly.

It's like a reflection of another world, which has found an anchor point and is trying to descend and intertwine with reality.

But in the blink of an eye.

This weird feeling is gone.

Zhuang BuTong was covered in sunshine, and the air was filled with long-lost tranquility and peace.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and continued his practice.

And not far away from him.

Zhuang BuTong was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and resisting some kind of force.

I don’t know when.

Suddenly, a slender hand crossed his chest from behind, and finally gently held his head.

There was a gentle wind caressing his ears, and the whisper seemed to go straight into his heart, arousing his most primitive desires.

Zhuang BuTong opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the sunlight was gray-white, as if covered by a thick layer of dust. The air was filled with a dull iron gray, and the world was desolate and dead.

The figure behind him caressed his face, trying to drag him into an endless dream.

Low laughter came from behind.

"A-Zhuang, you have finally made up your mind, but you are still far away. You haven't reached the stage of breaking through the sixth limit yet. None of them are willing to help you. Only I am willing to help you..."

"Just like when I was the only one in the whole world who responded to you, wasn't it?"

Zhuang BuTong's eyes were dark.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the past. He saw himself at the knee of his teacher, listening to the teacher telling ancient stories. Then he suddenly jumped up and vowed that he would create another mountain for the world of martial arts. The teacher doted on him. He gently stroked his head, gave him a thumbs up, and said he was ambitious...

Zhuang BuTong slowly closed his eyes, paying no attention to the demonic sound behind him, and focused on sharpening his mind.

This thing is called "Dream Demon".

Over the years, he has used the other party's presence to sharpen the sword transformed by his energy and spirit, but the price is to be continuously infected by him and dragged into the depths of the wilderness.

The infection is so deep that even martial arts masters are unwilling to have too much contact with him, let alone try to pry into his mind.

But on the contrary, he also used the opponent's essence to lock the location of the sixth limit.

Zhuang BuTong said silently in his heart.

Teacher, this disciple is about to do it.

Regardless of failure or success, the Sixth Limit will truly appear in this world.

He stayed up until the demonic sound disappeared behind him.

Zhuang BuTong opened his eyes and said calmly:

"continue."

…

…

The third day.

Urgent! Urgent!

Is there any way to make the sword of the heart sharper?

Although it was a good way to rest his mind, he didn't have much time at the moment.

After deduction, Ji Jingqiu completely integrated this secret method with his own Eternal Sword and Soul-Calming Method, and finally named it [Ji's Eternal Sword].

This secret method uses one's own energy and mind to forge the sword, so Ji Jingqiu skipped this step.

There are already five knives in his inner world, which is equivalent to directly raising five knives.

Each one is the most orthodox [Eternal Sword]!

In this regard, Zhuang BuTong was far behind him.

It is worth mentioning that he originally wanted to call the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sword...

At the moment, all Ji Jingqiu had to do was to make these five knives sharp enough to cut through everything.

After pondering for a moment, Ji Jingqiu continued to carry forward the spirit of asking questions when you don't understand, and directly dialed Master Luo's number.

The answer he received was that given his current situation, it would be the quickest way to directly ask for the divine will of the Supervisor God to come into his body.

"Please ask the Supervisor God..."

Ji Jingqiu went directly to Longhu Dojo

[Xuanzhen]: Is Junior Brother Ji in a hurry?

[Cicada]: It’s urgent! Brother, please help!

[Xuanzhen]: Okay! wait for me!

Ji Jingqiu blinked. Senior Brother Shi seemed to be easy to talk to, but why didn't anyone in the group pay attention to him?

There was hope for Longhu Dojo, so Ji Jingqiu directly contacted Lou Qinglan to help him arrange the fastest drive.

It is indeed beneficial to rely on a big force. At least there will be someone to arrange such trivial matters.

Soon after.

[Xuanzhen]: Junior Brother Ji, I've done it for you. You can just go to the temple. (Spread flowers.jpg)

[Cicada]: Thank you, senior brother! (Kneel down to the boss.jpg)

[Xuanzhen]: It’s a trivial matter. By the way, Junior Brother, is there any way you can liven up the atmosphere in the group? I see that no one seems to be talking much...

Ji Jingqiu pondered for a moment, looked through the few groups he had, found the two most active groups, summarized the commonalities, and quickly replied -

[Cicada]: What a whimper!

[Xuanzhen]: Is this really okay... (In a daze.jpg)

[Cicada]: Don’t worry!

After replying, Ji Jingqiu got up and, under Lou Qinglan's arrangement, boarded the spaceship heading to the Temple of the Superintendent God.

The temples of the gods are not located in the three cities, but are distributed throughout the planet.

The ecological environment of the Four Guards Stars is not suitable for human habitation, and the Federation's transformation of it seems to be limited to three cities.

Ji Jingqiu took the star branch's spaceship to the temple. Along the way, he could see the desolate land covered with traces left by warriors.

Fist marks, knife marks, sword marks...

Looking down from a high altitude, he could see an obvious fan-shaped scratch mark among the vast mountains, as if a warrior had wiped out half of the mountain range with one punch.

…

It was five o'clock in the evening when Ji Jingqiu arrived at the Supervisor Temple in the wild.

"Closed?"

"Haha, this little brother, please come back tomorrow morning." The gatekeeper of the temple said with a smile, "If you don't want to go back, you can check in at the side hall. When the hall opens tomorrow morning, you can enter to worship the god."

Ji Jingqiu looked helpless. He was very pressed for time. Could it be that he really had to wait here until the temple opened tomorrow?

"The young man is already here, let him in. The Supervisor God won't mind if he wants to come."

Just when Ji Jingqiu was about to go to the side hall.

Suddenly an old man came out from behind and said calmly.

When he saw the old man, the warrior guarding the gate clearly showed respect. Before he could reply, a priest happened to arrive and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter, since you came here with the quota of Longhu Dojo, you can be regarded as half of my family. Let's go, I will bring you to meet the true king."

Ji Jingqiu turned around and thanked the old man for speaking up. He had a vague guess in his heart that this person could change the attitude of the temple priest, and his identity was by no means simple.

I don’t know if he was an expert from the Longhu Dojo. When he saw that he had come to the Longhu Dojo, he casually helped me.

The old man didn't say anything more, waved his hand to indicate that he could go in, turned around and left.

The priest led Ji Jingqiu into the spacious temple, telling him various precautions along the way.

For example, if you want to invite a ray of divine energy from the True Lord, you must first take a bath and change clothes to show respect, then burn incense to worship the god, and recite scriptures in front of the True Lord's seat...

Hearing so much red tape, Ji Jingqiu felt a little silent for a while.

Excuse me, do you need half a day to do preparatory work?

This is too formal!

God should be in your heart, not on the surface!

Looking up at the center of the temple, the statue of the Superintendent of Soldiers stands majestically, with a solemn and majestic aura, which is awe-inspiring.

If I didn't feel wrong that night on Dongsanhuangxing...

Ji Jingqiu quietly stopped, but the priest in front of him was still walking forward, as if he hadn't noticed yet.

Ji Jingqiu clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and bowed slowly three times, silently reciting the name of the Supervisor God in his heart.

The priest in front happened to turn around and saw this scene, his face suddenly became serious, and he felt angry and helpless in his heart.

This kid is too eager!

Hopefully this will not offend the Lord God.

Just as he was about to step forward to stop him, a mysterious and mysterious aura descended, and a mysterious and profound shadow towered over the temple, and the world was instantly filled with a sense of murder.

The Supervisory God really responded to this boy and showed his presence!

The priest knelt down in an instant, listening to the divine thoughts, and soon his expression changed again. In the dark, he heard a long sigh, and the supervisor **** unexpectedly expressed a rare emotion similar to disgust...

He looked up and found Ji Jingqiu sitting cross-legged at some point.

He sighed, not knowing where this son offended the Lord God.

He raised his feet and prepared to step forward to expel this son for the Divine Lord.

He himself doesn't have any ill feelings towards the son, he is just a little anxious, but now the Divine Lord is getting annoyed. Even if a master just supported him, as a temple priest, he must come forward to expel him!

At this moment, a white stream of light came from the sky between the statue's eyebrows and shot into Ji Jingqiu's eyebrows.

The priest's raised feet hung in the air.

Looks confused.

The **** hated this son, but he still passed down the blessing. Why?

No, that doesn't seem to mean disgust.

But...

Unwilling?

The priest, who was already two hundred years old and had served the **** for many years, encountered the first incomprehensible thing in his life.

At this moment, the billowing evil energy fell like a waterfall from the sky towards Ji Jingqiu below.

The priest took a breath of cold air, the **** actually used his own murderous aura to help this boy temper his soul? !

This is the treatment chosen by God!

…

Ji Jingqiu sat down cross-legged, the fire in his heart swaying like a lonely lantern in the wind and rain.

It was as if a pair of chaotic and profound tiger eyes opened in the void, staring at him from a distance.

The endless chilling feeling washed over his mind from top to bottom. Even though he used meditation to stabilize his mind and kept telling himself that this was just an illusion, it was still useless. Is this a test to invite gods into the temple?

Just when he couldn't hold it any longer and was about to escape into the inner scene, a helpless sigh sounded in his ears.

[Aren’t you here to sharpen your sword? 】

Ji Jingqiu's happiness reaches his soul, and he escapes into the inner scene, sharpening the eternal sword in his heart with the evil aura of war descended by the supervising **** of soldiers.

[Let me ask you, do you really want to help the boy named Zhuang break through the sixth limit? 】

Ji Jingqiu was confused and asked in his heart: "Does the Lord God even know this?"

[This matter is very important, and we have been paying attention to it. 】

Ji Jingqiu perked up and said, "I dare to ask the Lord God, why do the top federal officials want to..."

The Supervisor God suddenly interrupted him:

[What do you want to ask, fairness? Where does fairness come from in this world? Is it fair that you were born in hell? Is it fair for children of aristocratic families to be born into aristocratic families? Is it fair that his village is not naturally gifted with wisdom? There is no fairness in this world, only choice. 】

[Moreover, the Federation does not owe Zhuang BuTong in this matter. Without us guarding him here, he would have become a puppet of the evil **** thirty-one years ago. 】

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[This is his own choice, and it is also the destiny of heaven and earth. The sixth limit should appear at this time. Even if there is no Tazhuang BuTong, there will be Ji BuTong and Zhao BuTong to clear the way for all living beings. 】

[Of course... Even if you are as strict as me, you must admit that he has always done a good job, very good! 】

After hearing the last sentence, Ji Jingqiu took a breath and said, "I want to know who is responding to Senior Zhuang? Is it the current situation mentioned by the Lord Shen?"

[It is the current situation, it is himself, and it is also one of the four demons deep in the wilderness of the soul - the dream demon. 】

"Dream Demon?" Ji Jingqiu was slightly startled. Is this related to the artificial intelligence Dream God?

[Yes, one of the essences of the dream demon is to 'respond to and realize the good wishes of all living beings, even in a deformed form'. 】

[Zhuang BuTong was able to get His response and reach the current ending, which can be called an unreplicable miracle. 】

[In a sense... he can be said to be the divine choice of the Dream Demon. The Federation did not humanely destroy him out of safety considerations, which was the end of benevolence. 】

[Normally, we will not disclose these secrets to others. Even if we only gain knowledge of those existences, we will be implicated in them, but you are an exception. 】

Ji Jingqiu pondered: "What does the Lord God mean?"

[Haha, I really hope that their distractions can fall into the trap and actively enter your inner world. 】

Ji Jingqiu was speechless and finally said:

"Please help me sharpen my blade."

【Can. 】

[In addition, we have already sent a ray of divine will to sit in your inner scene to share the burden of your suffering. We can no longer give you divine will. Please come to the temple less often in the future. 】

Ji Jingqiu was thoughtful.

The divine pillar-like sight he could see in the distance were the divine kings of the Federation?

I don’t know how much time passed.

The words of the Supervisor God came faintly:

[Finally...take care of your tiger cub. 】

Ji Jingqiu looked shocked, but the Lord God had already left.

He was silent for a moment and looked at the five eternal knives in front of him.

Washed away by the original evil spirit of the Divine Lord, each one has been sharpened to the current extreme sharpness.

He has done the best he can do.

I feel that the Lord God has left.

Ji Jingqiu, who was sitting cross-legged in the inner world, looked up at the eleven sacred pillars located between the sky and the earth, and gently rubbed Fat Hu, who was napping against his legs.

"You little guy...have you learned how to outsource too?"

…

…

The fifth day.

That night, it rained heavily.

It was also the first rain that Ji Jingqiu encountered after coming to Sishouxing.

Ji Jingqiu did not hold an umbrella. The ultimate gift from heaven and man, the copper skin was indestructible. After smelting the treasure, he was able to make the raindrops roll down on his skin like rolling beads without sticking and soaking into the skin.

This feeling was particularly wonderful, a sublimation of touch, and he never tired of it.

He returned from the Xingchen Group, carried Qingzhu, and strode towards the sparring room.

Rainwater flowed like a waterfall at his feet, and there was faint thunder in the distant sky. The colorful holographic images remained in the rain, illuminating the outline of the building in the dark, combining reality and illusion.

Ji Jingqiu suddenly stopped.

This street had been deserted five days ago, and as expected it was cleared by some people.

But now, a mobile van is parked on the side of the road, and an old man is busy behind the van.

Smelling the aroma of the food in the air, Ji Jingqiu stopped and recognized that the old man was the one who had helped him at the Temple of the Supervising God.

It turns out it’s not the Dragon Tiger Dojo, but...

Ji Jingqiu seemed to have expected something.

He walked straight over.

"Boss, here are two signs, one of which will be packaged."

The old man did not speak, but quietly served him a bowl of clear soup noodles with a poached egg on top.

Ji Jingqiu said in astonishment: "Is this your signature?"

"Young man, how can you know whether it tastes good or not if you don't try it?" the old man said flatly, "Handmade ramen noodles are rare in this era, and they are even rarer in places like Sishouxing."

Ji Jingqiu took a sip and his eyes lit up. He judged the noodles by their appearance. This noodle was the chewiest he had ever tasted in his two lifetimes!

And I don’t know what was added to the noodles. Just one bite, and all the tension and negative emotions he had accumulated these days were wiped away in an instant!

He let out a long breath, like a white dragon under the light of the rainy night, and then swallowed the soup and noodles in one go.

"Cool!"

"Have another bowl, boss."

"No more." The old man glanced at him, "Limited to one bowl per person. Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

"Are you opening a shop here in the middle of the night?" Ji Jingqiu asked without answering.

The old man shook his head. He was also a young man who couldn't get enough of oil and salt.

"Want to hear my story?" the old man said suddenly.

Ji Jingqiu put down his chopsticks, hesitated slightly, and nodded.

“…It’s going to be a long story.”

The old man placed the packed takeout in front of Ji Jingqiu and whispered. The light in his eyes changed instantly, as if lead-colored clouds were suppressing the sky. His eyes were deep, looking towards the end of the alley deep in the dark night rain. .

This moment.

The clouds in the old man's eyes seemed to have collapsed, heavy rain poured down like the outside world, and a sense of sadness and silence surged in the air like an undercurrent.

The story...begins.

"If it's too long, I won't listen! Otherwise the noodles will become lumpy."

Ji Jingqiu stood up and decisively refused.

Just kidding, how can he find time to listen to long stories now? He is so busy that he can't wait to stay in the interior to warm up the Eternal Knife 24/7!

It’s not too late to listen to the story after everything is over.

Before the old man could open his mouth, he closed it in confusion.

"I won't pay the money." Ji Jingqiu waved his hand and picked up the packed takeout on the table, "If I'm not wrong, you should know Senior Zhuang. Could it be his master?"

"I'll bring you the noodles, and my bowl will be used as errand payment."

"If you are free these two days, you might as well come here and wander around a bit." Ji Jingqiu paused, "There are not many two days left anyway."

As soon as these words came out, the old man's eyes were as sharp as a heavenly sword, able to penetrate all falsehoods and disguises. His figure was as steep as a sacred mountain rising from the ground, and he could not stop looking up!

But Ji Jingqiu didn't say any more.

Before leaving, he gave a thumbs up: "Besides, this noodle is so chewy! It's really worth it this time!"

Well, you can eat the noodles pulled by the martial arts master, and you will gain blood this time.

He strode to the sparring room with his face in hand, and the emotions accumulated over the past few days were swept away.

It seems that the situation is not completely bad, and there are still people who are willing to stand on Senior Zhuang's side.

Return to the training room.

There was only one broken lamp flickering in the room, emitting a sizzling sound of electricity. Sometimes it was hidden in the darkness, and sometimes it was illuminated by the flickering light. Zhuang BuTong, with a quiet expression on his face, was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room as before.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Ji Jingqiu placed the takeaway noodles in front of him.

I helped him unpack it.

Zhuang BuTong slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clear soup noodles in front of him with a rare dazed expression.

"I just met an old man on the roadside who told me that hand-made ramen noodles are limited to one bowl per person. I brought you a bowl, senior."

Ji Jingqiu smiled, feeling a little emotional about the relationship between master and disciple.

He didn't listen to the story, but he could sense from the old man's every move that the martial arts master who stood at the top of the Federation long before had never abandoned the disciple he once regarded as his pride.

Likewise, Ji Jingqiu's heart rose again with vigilance.

Why did the old man come to see Senior Zhuang in person? Was he unwilling, or... couldn't?

"Incubus..."

This is the biggest secret of Senior Zhuang. The higher the position, the more he seems to be afraid of him.

On the contrary, low-level warriors like them seem to have no taboos...

Ji Jingqiu felt something in her heart.

And at this time.

Zhuang BuTong smelled the familiar aroma of hot noodle soup deep in his memory.

He looked at the noodle soup in front of him quietly, with a softness in his eyes.

He always knew that the teacher never left him.

Thirty-one years of suffering were not only for him, but also for the teacher.

He slowly picked up the noodle bowl and carefully ate the soup and noodles in the bowl without leaving any residue.

After putting down the bowl.

Zhuang BuTong raised his head and looked at Ji Jingqiu: "Have you rested?"

Ji Jingqiu was awe-inspiring.

In the past few days, Senior Zhuang's momentum has become stronger and stronger day by day.

Similarly, under the training of Senior Zhuang, his martial arts skills are also improving at an astonishing speed!

He gently caressed Qingzhu on his knees and stood up slowly, his momentum not weak at all.

"Please give me some advice, senior."

(End of chapter)