Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

"Hmm?"

The male cultivator woke up in a daze.

When he stiffly turned his head and saw Wu Ping, he suddenly remembered everything that had happened before.

With a sobbing voice, he pleaded, "Senior, senior, spare me, please spare me. I am just an independent cultivator who came to Mount Lianfo to make some money. I beg you, senior, spare me..."

Wu Ping remained indifferent and said, "Shut up!"

"You go and bring that thing to me, and I will let you go."

The man followed Wu Ping's finger and looked over.

On the bone lotus seat filled with the aura of Time Qi, something eerie was constantly wriggling and shaking.

He swallowed his saliva and asked, "S-Senior, if I bring it over, will you let me go?"

Although he didn't know what it was,

he could only go and get it now.

If he didn't go, he would die. If he did, there might be a glimmer of hope for survival.

Who wouldn't want to live if given the chance?

"Hmm."

Wu Ping let go.

The man landed in front of the bone lotus seat.

He cautiously reached out.

Just as he was about to grab it, a burst of light erupted from the ghost fire in the Jizo statue!

It illuminated the entire underground space.

Screams and exclamations filled the air.

"There's someone! There's someone here."

"Where?"

"I saw it, I saw it. A person, the scent of a living person."

"His body is mine, it's mine."

"As long as I have a body, I can escape, I can survive!"

"Hahaha, such weak cultivation. Body, body, here I come!"

The ghost fire in the Jizo statue lit up, like a bright lamp in the darkness.

The presence of Wu Ping and the other person was instantly exposed.

The man grabbed the Jizo ghost fire on the lotus throne, listening to the murmurs around him and the faces that appeared in the condensed resentment.

The man panicked and shouted, "Save me! Save me! Otherwise, I'll crush it!"

"Save me, get me out of here, save me!"

Wu Ping looked on coldly.

In the previous moment, he was still floating in the air.

But in the next second, he was already in front of this person, grabbing the man's neck with one hand and breaking and tearing off the man's arm.

On hand.

He picked up the Jizo ghost fire.

Although the Jizo ghost fire has the word "fire" in its name.

But the touch was soft and fluffy.

There was only a faint warmth in his hand, and the Xigong gradually extinguished.

The surrounding resentment attacked.

Wu Ping activated his spiritual power and was about to perform a spell.

The Jizo ghost fire in his hand seemed to sense something after desperately absorbing the spiritual power in Wu Ping's body.

One piece of information after another entered Wu Ping's mind.

It turns out that this place is called the Demon-Sealing Bone Tomb.

In ancient times, the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha fought against a powerful deity, suffered serious injuries, and was unable to recover. After returning to the Western Pure Land, he chose to sit in meditation and leave his physical body, seeking a glimmer of hope.

After his meditation, his body lost control of his true spirit and was destroyed by the invasion of powerful divine power, leading to the destruction of the flourishing Ksitigarbha Esoteric Buddhism.

Later, a powerful being tried to destroy the corrupted physical body of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, but ultimately left a trace behind.

It turned into the current Jizo ghost fire.

However, contrary to the rumors, everyone believed that the Jizo ghost fire was the transformation of the constant sand relic of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha after his meditation, but in fact, it was the product of the aggregation of the evil thoughts of sentient beings absorbed by the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha.

And it carries the two Dharma gates of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha.

The Ksitigarbha Zhenhai Sutra and the method of refining the Buddha Whip.

Later, a diligent monk obtained the Jizo ghost fire, as well as these two Dharma gates.

The diligent monk had no impure thoughts in his heart, but he held the two gates of transcendence in his hands, and over time, he couldn't help but have thoughts he shouldn't have.

The diligent monk was dull-witted but deluded himself into becoming a powerful Buddhist practitioner like the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha.

He made a grand vow to suppress all demons in the world!

Since then, he began to crazily capture demonic cultivators and suppress them in this Demon-Sealing Bone Tomb, day after day, year after year.

At first, this ascetic monk was able to maintain his original intention, but later, as more and more demonic cultivators were captured, he became more and more unrestrained. What is a demon?

Anything that goes against his will is considered a demon.

In the end, he fell into demonic cultivation.

With malicious intent surging, the Jizo Ghost Fire within his body sensed it and began to burn wildly, from the inside out.

Eventually, the ascetic monk's flesh and blood rotted away, leaving him half-dead.

This is how the name "Rotten Buddha Temple" came about.

The abbot who established this temple was truly rotten.

Looking at this information, Wu Ping couldn't help but feel puzzled: "In theory, there is also evil in one's own heart.

Wu Ping knows what kind of person he is.

But the Jizo Ghost Fire seems to be very close to him.

Looking at his hand, the originally dim Jizo Ghost Fire, after absorbing Wu Ping's spiritual power, began to emit a bright light.

Creating a barrier of faint light.

Blocking all resentment and ghostly things outside.

Wu Ping felt amazed.

The Jizo Ghost Fire suddenly drilled into his body.

This frightened him.

He quickly checked his body.

Finally, in his sea of consciousness, Wu Ping found its figure.

At this moment, it was hiding under the Spirit Palace that stood tall in the sky, suppressing countless resentful spirits and evil ghosts in the Soul Sea of the Forgotten River.

Carefully extending its tentacles, it absorbed the golden rain of merit falling from the sky.

For every bit it absorbed, it grew stronger.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ping's face turned dark.

He hadn't even thought about whether or not to use this thing, after all, there was a precedent of the Rotten Buddha.

Who knows if this thing will backfire?

But what happened?

This thing drilled into his body on its own.

And it even absorbed his merit!

Can he tolerate this?

In an instant, the surface of the Soul Sea surged and crashed.

The Ghost Fire of Earth Store rolls within it as the waves surge.

Suddenly, the Ghost Fire of Earth Store is directly thrown out of the Soul Sea.

It appears again in Wu Ping's palm.

As a result...

Before Wu Ping has a chance to throw this thing away, it drills back into his body.

It firmly takes root at the bottom of the Soul Sea, constantly absorbing and cleansing the evil remnants of the zombies' souls in the Soul Sea.

With its movements, Wu Ping can feel that the merits on the Demonic Tree seem to be growing faster.

This feeling... is like a tenant without money, working hard to do housework, begging the landlord not to kick them out.

"This thing can absorb the evil of the zombies' souls to help itself gain more merits, but it also absorbs merits itself."

"So, is it working for itself?"

Wu Ping feels something is not right.

But he can't quite put his finger on it.

However, it seems that this thing is still useful. At least it can help clean the Soul Sea and the Forgetfulness River that evolved from the River of Forgetfulness Underworld Immortal Slaughtering Array within his body, and it can also gain merits!

Even after it recovers, it can help him cultivate the Virtuous Fire True Body.

Wu Ping is also a little envious of the two Dizang King's Dharma he carries.

The Dizang Zhenhai Scripture can enrich his means and possess extremely strong suppression power!

But that's not the most crucial part.

The most crucial part is the Buddha-whipping staff.

This Buddha-whipping staff is not specifically used to restrain Buddhist cultivation.

Instead, it quotes the words of Dizang King Bodhisattva: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Only by entering hell can one save hell.

To beat others, one must first beat oneself.

But here, Wu Ping has a question.

"Didn't Dizang King Bodhisattva say that if hell is not empty, he will not become a Buddha? Does that mean hell in this world is empty!?"

"So, has Dizang King Bodhisattva become a Buddha?"

"No, if there is hell in this world, then... how did those spirit children and Elder Ouyang casually reincarnate and cultivate again?"

"No one is managing it?"

"That's not right either. Maybe the information from my two worlds is mixed up?"

"No, no, no..."

Suddenly, Wu Ping's heart trembled.

A suspicion that should not have arisen suddenly emerged.

He turned his head and looked at Ba Hui, who was hanging on his shoulder.

From the moment he heard the term "divine seed," he knew that there were gods in this world, gods who ruled everything, but their rule was later broken by immortals.

He thought about the myths of his previous life.

The gods governed everything. There were rain masters for rain, wind lords for wind, dragon kings for the seas, mountain gods for mountains, even kitchen gods for stoves, matchmakers for marriages, and wealth gods for wealth.

Wasn't this the governance of everything?

The only difference was that in the end times, one couldn't cultivate immortality.

Furthermore, it was said that without emptying hell, one couldn't become a Buddha.

If we take it to the extreme, if there is no hell, or if hell is destroyed, does that count?

If this thing no longer exists, then it should be considered empty.

If it's empty, it confirms the words of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Without emptying hell, one cannot become a Buddha!!!

But if it's empty, then one becomes a Buddha!!!

But if it's really as Wu Ping suspected, then what about the gods before the outbreak of the end times?

Where did the gods go?

Or, does the end times world really have gods?

If they exist, where are they when the end times have already erupted?

If they don't exist, how can Ba Hui on his shoulder be explained?

This is the divine seed!

New questions kept popping up in his mind.

Wu Ping felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

He quickly suppressed his thoughts.

These questions were not something he should be thinking about at his current level.

At least he shouldn't think about them in this world. He would study them thoroughly when he returned to the end times world after dealing with things here.

And Wu Ping was about to go back soon!

Because of the Buddha whip.

It's best to refine this thing with the relics of a high monk. The more profound the blessings of the Buddha Dharma, the greater its power.

Note that it is the Dharma, not the realm.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, those who are proficient in the Dharma will also have a high realm.

Go find their relics?

This is not seeking relics, this is seeking death.

But what about the end of the world?

Esoteric Buddhism, Tibetan Buddhism, Theravada Buddhism, Mahayana Buddhism, they are all flourishing, and they are all ordinary people.

In this world of cultivation, in the end, everyone will have their thoughts focused on cultivation. I dare to ask, which cultivator does not want to become a Buddha or an immortal?

But before the end of the world, there was no concept of Transcendent power.

Pure!

In the past, when Wu Ping watched the news, those social discussions, the relics were all stored in jars and placed everywhere.

This thing doesn't have an expiration date.

You can't eat it either. How long can you endure hunger!

It's impossible for me to go back and not be able to find it.

And in terms of the Dharma, Wu Ping cannot guarantee that the great monks in the end of the world are higher than those in the Immortal Cultivation World.

But in terms of devotion, they must be devout!

At least the ascetic monks are like this.

Compared to the long life and infinite possibilities of cultivators, the high monks in the end of the world are much more devout!

Treasure world!

It really is a treasure world.

The most important thing is that the Buddha whip can solve a problem that has been troubling him.

It's those reincarnated and re-cultivated idiots.

You can kill him in this life, but he has means, you can't completely kill him.

He will come back again.

For example, the Dalai Lama's reincarnated child, he will probably come back, just like a madman!

Wu Ping doesn't want them to come back and harm him.

Moreover, after hearing about Elder Ouyang last time, it was too outrageous. When dealing with such people, who knows if he will change his identity and lurk around you.

So, Wu Ping is a bit afraid to hunt down the spirit children of other Vajra Sects.

I'm afraid of being targeted.

Whether he can defeat them or not, Wu Ping is not too worried. What he is worried about is that before killing them, they were in the light while he was in the dark. But after killing them in this life, if these people hold a grudge against him, then it will become him in the light and these people in the dark.

There is a saying that thieves can last a thousand days, but there is no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

There is always a loophole in a hundred precautions.

But now, it's different. The Earth Treasury Town Sea Sutra can suppress true spirits, and the Buddha Whip can kill true spirits.

You dare to run away!?

You dare to rebuild!?

Damn it!

I won't let you off.

"Just wait, you nine heads worth 300,000 points each. I will come find you!!!!"

Wu Ping suppressed his excitement.

He knew he was happy too early.

Whether a high monk is a concept or not, it's still uncertain whether it can be used.

He had to find out after finding it.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the excitement in his body and the continuous speculation in his mind.

Wu Ping activated the Corpse Buddha Funeral Method and began to absorb the resentment from this demonic bone grave.

If he absorbed this massive resentment, what level could his Corpse Buddha Funeral Method reach?

Even Wu Ping himself didn't know.

Since the Earth Treasury Ghost Fire was controlled by Wu Ping, with a thought, the ethereal barrier that enveloped him disappeared instantly.

Seeing the disappearance of the barrier, the things within this resentment became excited again.

"Gone, gone, hahaha, finally gone, occupying his physical body, occupying his physical body!!!"

"Mine, mine, give it to me, give it to me."

"We can't eat it, control yourself and don't eat it. We can only leave by borrowing his physical body!!!"

"Let me go first, let me go first, hahaha, Spirit Palace junior cultivator, how can he stop us!?"

"I will live again!!"

"Today is the day we escape from the Sea of Bitterness and find a way out."

"This little cultivator seems so calm. Could he be pretending?"

"Hahaha, it's a token, a token! This is a disciple of the Seven Blood Sect, or rather, a disciple of our sect. Let's offer our bodies to the senior!!"

Cheers and shouts filled the air.

With a steady hand gesture.

Wu Ping slowly raised his head and looked around.

"Are there any fellow disciples here? Perfect. After all these years, the new era no longer has a vessel for you. You can become my nourishment."

As soon as these words were spoken, mocking laughter echoed amidst the resentment in the surroundings.

"Don't be hasty, don't let anger cloud your judgment, or else we won't be able to leave."

"Right, right. After we leave, depending on our mood, we might spare your life."

"But it depends on our mood. Come on, little one, release your mind and let us take over. It'll be less painful for you."

Wu Ping smiled. These guys must have been imprisoned underground for too long. They didn't even interrupt his long incantation. Their minds were clearly not functioning properly. Even if it wasn't Wu Ping, but someone else possessed by them, these guys wouldn't be able to cause much trouble once they were out: "Sorry for being so efficient for the first time. It's a bit unfamiliar, but I also thank you for talking so much nonsense. Otherwise, I would have had some trouble. As a token of gratitude, I'll show you something good."

In the underground space, a strange pressure emanated from Wu Ping.

Melancholic music played.

"Namo, Hela, Dora, Namo, Aliye..."

A decaying hand reached out from the void created by Wu Ping's hand.

In the eerie atmosphere, that decaying hand seemed to grab onto a certain spot in the void, slowly pulling the entire body out.

"The Funeral Rites of the Corpse Buddha!!!"

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible. How can a mere Spirit Palace cultivator possess this technique?!"

"How can your spiritual power be enough for you to perform a Dao Level spell?!"

"It hurts, it hurts."

"I can't disappear, I can't disappear. I don't want to become your nourishment. I haven't escaped alive yet..."

"Moro trapped me for a thousand years, tortured day and night by the ghost fire of the Earth Treasury. I was so close to escaping, I don't want to, I don't want to..."

The trembling voices filled with fear represented the remnants that were still rampant just a second ago.

Unfortunately, in this small underground space, if they could have escaped, they wouldn't have been trapped for so long. At this moment, the Corpse Buddha opened its mouth.

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