Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

I saw blood and flesh continuously disintegrating from the four-eyed body.

Before long, only a golden skeleton remained standing in place, like a flag at the bow of a ship, fluttering in the wind.

But in the next moment, flesh sprouted on the golden skeleton.

Clean flesh and blood grew back.

Wu Ping didn't know what to say when he saw this.

The little monk came down.

He took out a small dagger and kept scraping the residual toxic substance from his own bones.

The piercing sound gave people goosebumps.

"First, stop scraping your bones to treat the poison. What are you trying to achieve?"

In his heart, Wu Ping was actually prepared for this person to make a move.

But instead of attacking or saying anything, he still had a smile on his face.

He truly was a lunatic.

The young monk with four eyes raised his hand and bowed, saying, "Some time ago, I unintentionally heard the profound scriptures spoken by the donor, and I found them to be quite similar to my past experiences."

"I once cultivated for three thousand years."

"In the first three thousand years, I cultivated Buddhism. The Buddha taught that everyone is equal, so why couldn't I become a Buddha? However, despite my great perseverance and great opportunities, I still couldn't become a Buddha and eventually attained enlightenment in a state of confusion."

"In the second three thousand years, I also cultivated Buddhism, but in the end, I became an enemy of the Buddha. I realized that becoming a Buddha requires great opportunities rather than just perseverance. I gained some understanding from the Buddhist scriptures, such as the saying 'The Sea of Bitterness has no bounds; turning back is the shore.' To become a Buddha, one must let go of the butcher's knife and attain enlightenment on the spot."

"I turned back in time and realized that the first three thousand years were all wrong. I made a great vow to let all people in the world let go of their butcher's knives. Becoming a Buddha is a butcher's knife, becoming an immortal is a butcher's knife, killing is a butcher's knife, attachment is a butcher's knife. What does it mean to let go?"

"After five hundred years of bitter realization, I finally came to the conclusion that perhaps death is letting go, and going to the Pure Land is letting go. I follow the path of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. If I don't go to hell, who will? I killed those who wanted to become Buddhas, those who wanted to become immortals, those who killed others, and those deeply trapped by their attachments."

"But in the end, I became an enemy of the Buddha." "920" "But I initially wanted to cultivate Buddhism. If I had cultivated as an enemy of the Buddha from the beginning, would the result have been different? Why did I only attract those who were in pain and send them to the Pure Land? Is there something wrong?"

"The venerable monk said that this was a small mistake. It is seen as a mistake by people in the world, but it is seen as a favor by those in the Pure Land. However, I am a person in the world, so I cannot become a Buddha and can only become an enemy of the Buddha. I thought I had gained understanding and sent the venerable monk to the Pure Land."

"In the second three thousand years, I attained enlightenment but did not enter the Pure Land."

"In the third three thousand years, I was confused. Could I have been wrong again?"

"So in the third three thousand years, I cultivated the path of the Sea of Bitterness, the path of all living beings. I walked the world for three thousand years, experiencing the suffering of all living beings, birth, aging, sickness, and death, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. But in the end, I only accumulated dust and attained enlightenment with regret."

"The donor once said, 'Jump out of the three realms, not within the five elements, untainted by a speck of dust, all worries are empty.'"

"How can one be untainted by a speck of dust and have all worries be empty?"

The young monk's eyes were filled with fiery determination, and his gaze was full of hope.

I hope Wu Ping can answer his doubts.

But as Wu Ping listened to these words, he was really overwhelmed.

This person is not only crazy, but also insane!

Compared to him, the Dalai Lama is simply a small fry.

One is just hot-tempered, while the other is mentally ill.

You, a Buddhist practitioner, want to become a Buddha?

Describing it as deviating from the orthodox teachings is an understatement.

It's not a problem if you want to become a Buddha, after all, who doesn't want to become a Buddha? What's the point of being a Buddhist practitioner if you don't want to become a Buddha?

It's like a soldier who doesn't want to become a general is not a good soldier.

But wanting to become a general is different from wanting to become an emperor.

You're purely rebelling.

It's strange that you can achieve anything through cultivation.

The first three thousand years laid the foundation for the next three thousand years.

But in the end, you turned to cultivate Buddhism.

You are a Buddhist practitioner, cultivating Buddhism as an enemy!!??

Seems like you're insane.

Sending someone to the Western Paradise is for their own good?

Wu Ping wanted to laugh. If that's the case, then all demonic cultivators are virtuous people because they have killed many.

Does that count as doing good for others?

After all, they are sending them to the Western Paradise.

Hmm~ why doesn't that count?

They also killed those who wanted to become Buddhas, helping them put down their butcher knives.

Outrageous, truly outrageous!

As for the last three thousand years, cultivating all sentient beings and transforming into a member of the Sea of Bitterness.

Can an ordinary person achieve that cultivation?

In Wu Ping's past life, Ananda, one of the ten direct disciples of the Buddha, had this idea.

What was the result in the end?

He fell in love with an ordinary girl and became lovesick.

A bit like a "licking dog" ancestor's meaning.

"I am willing to turn into a stone bridge, enduring five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, five hundred years of rain, just to have her pass by on the bridge."

Look, this is the result of running to repair all living beings.

Even Buddha has told you that the Sea of Bitterness has no bounds, and turning back is the shore, yet you still dive headfirst into it.

Not listening to good advice leads to losses right in front of your eyes.

Sigh...

Wu Ping let out a long sigh.

This sigh made Four Eyes very excited, no, it should be said that he has been excited since he first saw Wu Ping.

He felt that in this lifetime, he was going to make it!

He had never seen someone without a future.

Who doesn't have a future? Either they are about to die, or they will become immortal ancestors in the future.

And they will be great achievers, not just ordinary immortals, Buddhas, or demons.

Being enlightened by such a person will definitely bring great gains.

And the high monks he had visited before were all sighing and frowning before speaking.

How similar it is to Wu Ping now!

However, the current Wu Ping is just annoyed.

"What benefit do I have if I answer your questions?"

Wu Ping replied.

Four Eyes: "Ah?"

He was a little stunned.

"I said, what benefit do I have if I answer your questions?"

Wu Ping repeated.

Four Eyes felt a bit embarrassed.

"Little monk, little monk, empty and without possessions, focusing on not being tainted by dust... there is no benefit to give to the donor."

While speaking, Wu Ping caught a glimpse of the monk's robe and a hole in it.

He was annoyed.

A beggar coming to freeload.

Wu Ping remained silent.

Seeing this, Sì Mù started to panic and immediately bowed down, saying, "I have investigated you, and I heard that you once said in the Seven Blood Sect that 'wherever three people go, my master will be among them.' I have spent three thousand years in the mortal world, learning theories and confirming them with your words. You have enlightened me and become my mentor. I bow to you."

"Get lost! You're an old monk who doesn't even know how long you've lived. I'm supposed to be your master? Are you kidding me?"

"You have no shame."

"Get up, get up, get up. Let me make it clear first. Listen to what I say. I'm not a Buddhist cultivator, so I don't understand all your twists and turns. Buddhist cultivators are all about being stubborn. Even after their bodies are cremated, they still have a mouth, and in the end, they even have relics. They're so stubborn."

"But after you listen to me, leave immediately. I really don't want to see you. It gives me a headache."

Wu Ping couldn't guarantee that he could defeat him.

But what he could guarantee was that he absolutely couldn't kill Sì Mù completely.

He had to wait until the Buddha Whip was refined before he could deal with these mentally deranged powerful cultivators.

The young monk stood up and nodded.

"Please speak, Master."

"You seek to be untainted by the world, but you are a person of the world yourself. Once you appear in the world, you are tainted. The so-called Bodhi tree has no tree, and the bright mirror has no stand. Originally, there is not a single thing. Where can dust alight? This is all I can comprehend. As for the thoughts within, you can slowly comprehend them yourself. Don't disturb me while I'm working."

Sì Mù stood still in his place.

His eyes were confused, and he muttered, "The Bodhi tree has no tree, and the bright mirror has no stand. Originally, there is not a single thing. Where can dust alight..."

"But what is the Bodhi Tree? What is the bright mirror stand?"

"The Bodhi Tree, the bright mirror stand..."

He looked up, his eyes burning as he looked at Wu Ping.

His thirst for knowledge was evident.

"Get lost!"

"Didn't you say you would leave after listening?"

Sì Mù shook his head. "I didn't promise."

"You son of a bitch! You nodded!"

"Hmm? Is that so? But why is nodding considered agreement? Can't nodding be a refusal?"

"I have spent three thousand years wandering and learning in a certain realm, and in that culture, nodding means refusal, while shaking the head means agreement. Ah, it has troubled me for a long time. If you misunderstand my intentions, don't blame me."

"Fuck you all! You bald monks have such stubborn mouths. Die for me!"

Wu Ping became furious and attacked.

With terrifying force, he threw a punch!

Sì Mù didn't dodge, evade, or block.

He took Wu Ping's punch head-on.

The head was instantly shattered by the impact.

The fragmented body flew backwards and fell into the sea of clouds.

Wu Ping breathed a sigh of relief: "Idiot."

But before this sentence even landed, the half of the body came back.

It landed on the bow of the ship and restored its original form.

"The monk swears to the principles he holds in his heart, promising not to fight back or resist. If you have means, go ahead and use them on me. But I beg you to answer my doubts, otherwise I will stay here and accompany you in the future. Please don't blame me."

"You bastard, you're a damn monk, you're a scoundrel, a hooligan. Fine, if you want to play like this, then follow me. You better stick with me and never run away, I'm telling you."

Wu Ping was itching with anger.

He said these words.

Immediately, he exerted all his strength to drive the flying boat towards the Canghe Island.

He couldn't bear it anymore. Wu Ping wanted to quickly snatch the spirit stones, break through to the Dragon Gate Realm in the Doomsday World, and then find the relic to refine the Buddha Whip and beat this little monk to death.

Imprisoned forever in the Buddha Whip, enduring eternal torment.

It's so disgusting, so shameless!

I've never seen anyone so shameless!

Wu Ping vomited!

It is said that monks are shameless, I've only heard of it before, but today I have witnessed a living example.

Damn!

Seeing Wu Ping's dark and angry face, the four-eyed monk smiled and asked, "Where is the benefactor going?"

"Wherever I'm going, it's none of your business. I'm going to dig up your ancestral grave."

"Then tell me, what is the Mingjing Platform, what is the Bodhi Tree? I will take you there."

"Get lost, you bastard."

Bang!

Without reservation, Wu Ping kicked the little monk out of the flying boat, and his physical body disintegrated in mid-air.

"Ah, that feels good."

Although Wu Ping knew he couldn't kill this guy.

But this kick was really satisfying.

As expected.

Before long, the little monk returned...0

He still had a smile on his face, while Wu Ping still had a "mmp" in his heart.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he spoke up.

"I am the Bodhi Tree, my mind is the mirror stand. Now, shut up. If you want to follow, then follow. Don't disturb my plans, otherwise don't expect me to say a word to you."

The four-eyed little monk nodded incessantly.

As if he had found a treasure, he said:

"I understand, I understand, this humble monk understands!"

"I am the Bodhi Tree, my mind is the mirror stand. The Bodhi is originally without a tree, and the mirror stand is also not a stand..."

Smack!!!

"Go chant on the side, don't nag in my ear."

A slap landed on the bald head of the four-eyed monk, sending him flying into a corner.

On his bald head, there was a bright red handprint.

Rubbing his head, he continued to silly smile in the corner.

Wu Ping shook his head.

No hope, no hope.

You bald donkey, just you wait!

Three days.

It took a full three days for Wu Ping to see the distant Zanghe Island.

Finally, they were about to arrive.

It wasn't easy.

Finally, they would set foot on the ground.

Wu Ping took out a scroll and wanted to see the information about Zanghe Island.

The four-eyed monk appeared out of nowhere again and said, "So, Master Wu is coming to Zanghe Island. No need to look at the scroll, just ask me. I've been to Zanghe Island many times and know everything about it."

T: ........

He extended his hand and slowly brought together five fingers.

The four-eyed monk didn't understand, "What does this mean?"

"This is a gesture from my hometown, it means shut up. Shut up, shut up. Your annoying chatter has been going on for three days. Can't you let him rest? I'm annoyed just listening to you now."

"That little monk is not speaking anymore."

Their eyes returned to the corner that belonged to him.

Muttering to himself, "Does the Chu Yang Dynasty have this gesture? Why don't I know?"

The flying boat landed on Changhe Island.

Although it is an island, Changhe Island is very large.

Moreover, it is the kind of island that extends into the river.

The entire island is covered by a peculiar formation that can protect it from being submerged by the river.

Ordinary people can also enter the river within the range of the formation, breathe underwater, and settle on the submerged area of Changhe Island.

Explosions from a distance can be heard everywhere on Changhe Island.

Those are the demonic cultivators from the Seven Blood Sect fighting against the Buddhist cultivators from the Diamond Sect.

Currently, the cultivators on both sides have occupied the eastern and western areas of Changhe Island.

The distribution is roughly equal.

The demonic cultivators want one half, while the Buddhist cultivators want to reclaim the other half.

Feeling the spiritual energy on the island,

Wu Ping arrived at a black market where independent cultivators gathered.

Just like the battlefield of Lanfo Mountain, as long as the situation is relatively stable, there will always be people who want to make money.

As long as there is a place to make money, these people will go there.

Indeed, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

Unlike other black markets, the black market on Changhe Island is extremely chaotic.

Just as Wu Ping entered, he witnessed at least five fights.

The biggest reason for this situation is that no one is in charge.

The original managers have fled, and the demonic cultivators and Buddhist cultivators are at war.

Who cares if it's a black market or not?

There is no concept of order here at all.

Squatting in front of a stall,

Wu Ping picked up a detailed map of Changhe Island and asked, "How much?"

The stall owner looked up at Wu Ping, dressed in embroidered silk clothes.

His eyes sparkled.

He hasn't spoken yet.

Four Eyes preemptively said, "He sees you dressed so extravagantly and wants to rip you off."

"Fuck your bullshit, you little monk. I haven't even given a price yet. How can it be ripping someone off?!"

After scolding Four Eyes, the stall owner looked at Wu Ping and said, "I see that you're from out of town. This map contains detailed information about our Canghe Island. It's not expensive, just five hundred spirit stones."

Upon hearing this price, Wu Ping couldn't help but smile.

Even his voice had a hint of laughter as he spoke, "Five hundred spirit stones for this piece of junk? Do you really not know how to write the word 'death'?"

"Five hundred spirit stones."

He swung his palm and slapped him, the slap landing on the empty air above the stall owner's head.

How strong is Wu Ping?

Can a mere Soul Ascension cultivator withstand it?

Obviously not.

So the result was a slap, leaving the stall owner's head empty.

He kicked the corpse away.

He put away the things the person was selling.

Although they were just mosquito legs, they were still meat. Wu Ping never did anything meaningless.

The surrounding crowd was indifferent.

As if they had long been accustomed to such scenes.

But later on.

A group of cultivators in uniform clothing emerged from the crowd, surrounding the two of them.

Someone stepped forward.

"Look unfamiliar, new here?"

"Someone new dares to act so arrogantly..."

The man exploded.

It was everywhere.

Four Eyes said, "Why didn't Martial Brother Wu wait for him to finish speaking before killing him?"

"None of your fucking business."

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