The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing's expression immediately turned serious. If there were no surprises, another Buddhist corpse was likely about to climb from the bottomless abyss to the surface.

He calculated the time, and indeed, it was about time for the Buddhist corpse to revive.

Ren Qing knew that the Buddhist corpse was involved in the secrets of Maitreya, and he could take this opportunity to investigate.

His heart was full of mysteries.

Why did the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva want the Heaven Above Heaven to maintain such a bizarre situation? Were the hundreds of thousands of monks in an endless cycle prisoners trapped within, or was there something else?

Ren Qing closed his eyes tightly. In a sense, whether the truth revealed by the Buddhist corpse was true or not also determined whether he should harvest this wave of韭菜 [jiǔ cài, leeks, meaning 'easy targets'].

With a slight thought, the ghost shadow hidden in the Vajra Temple silently emerged from the corner and came to the top of the temple roof.

Because it was not nighttime outside, Ren Qing also sent the Dream Seed to the edge of the bottomless abyss's exit in order to see more clearly.

The Dream Seed flickered in and out of sight, and after it stopped moving, it merged into the surrounding environment.

By absorbing the nightmare aura produced by the Nightmare Transformation, Ren Qing had caused the Soul Butterfly and Dream Seed to show some signs of transformation.

It was just a pity that there were too few cultivators committing crimes in the Eternal Imprisonment.

Only after the Changsheng Forbidden Zone was mutually accessible could there be more evildoers to act as generators for producing nightmare aura.

Ren Qing concealed the traces of his spells, while also preparing his main body to escape at any time.

Boom… Boom… Boom… Boom…

The movement within the bottomless abyss became louder and louder, and the blood-flesh statues could be heard constantly chanting scriptures, causing the town to boil.

"Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, bless us."

Hundreds of thousands of monks knelt on the ground, kowtowing towards the source of the sound.

Their minds, due to the influence of Buddhist aura, were no longer like ordinary people, and they had a strange obsession with becoming a Buddha.

Perhaps they would only wake up when they passed away.

"Welcome the Living Buddha to cross the sea of suffering."

Jue Yi, the abbot of the Vajra Temple, shouted in a deep voice, while directing the monks to move the instruments, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy at the sight of the Buddhist corpse.

The Wangpi Temple in the west of the city was also making a big move.

The remaining hundreds of temples were mainly based on the Vajra Temple and the Wangpi Temple, and they moved all kinds of items to the open space next to the bottomless abyss.

These included hundreds of earthen vats and pestles half a meter in size.

Thousands of monks surrounded the bottomless abyss, with the monks of the Wangpi Temple and Vajra Temple standing in the very center.

The novices were a hundred meters away, their eyes filled with ignorance.

The monks who were not affiliated with any temple could only kneel far away on both sides of the street.

The temple monks orderly cleaned up the open space, removing all the weeds and paving it flat with vermilion powder mixed in the soil.

It was hard to imagine that they were about to welcome a corpse.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho…"

A hundred young and strong monks dragged a giant stone lotus throne from the outskirts of the town to the center of the open space.

Once ready, they sat cross-legged around the lotus throne in layers.

Ren Qing glanced at the climbing Buddhist corpse and could clearly feel the Buddhist aura coming towards him, along with a foul stench.

This time, the Buddhist corpse that came to the Heaven Above Heaven was only a little over a hundred meters in size, its arms clinging to the rock wall as it struggled towards the ground.

The Buddhist corpse was purplish-blue all over, like a long-dead corpse, with the ulceration of the skin on its back spreading towards its entire body.

The closer it got to the exit, the more rotten it became.

The reason why the Buddhist corpse was so laborious was mainly because the bottomless abyss bound it within, like countless arms gripping it tightly.

Ren Qing quickly noticed that the corpse parasitized by the Buddhist corpse was a deformed mass of flesh composed of hundreds of corpses on the inside of its right leg.

The faces on the mass were contorted, as if suffering great pain.

"Ahhhhh…"

A scream came.

The Buddhist corpse suddenly had a palm-sized piece of skin torn off by the strong wind, and dark red blood seeped out, with maggots wriggling faintly visible.

The chanting of scriptures became ear-piercing, filled with resentment.

Under Ren Qing's scalp-numbing gaze, the skin of the Buddhist corpse was completely torn off, and the deformed mass of flesh also fell off as a result.

The Buddhist corpse finally came to the ground. Its bloody appearance had no resemblance to a Buddha at all, and it was more like a skinning ghost from hell.

Buddhist aura spread out.

The monks present all held their heads, their necks covered with blue veins.

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, attaching the ghost shadow to the body of the abbot of the Vajra Temple, Jue Yi, in order to observe the memories in his soul.

As a result, Jue Yi's memories were very chaotic, as if they had been forcibly stirred together.

At this time, Ren Qing had a creepy feeling.

Why did the monks of the Heaven Above Heaven not notice any strangeness in their appearance, from childhood to adulthood to old age?

Ren Qing discovered that it was not that they had lost their minds, but that no one realized it.

The divine power of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva was very unique.

He divided the hundreds of thousands of monks into three states, making the memories of each state independent.

Childhood, adulthood, and old age.

Simply put, monks in childhood would not have the memories of adulthood and old age.

In the eyes of a child, his life was very normal, but he did not know that two of the three days that passed were shared with adulthood and old age.

As for what the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva's purpose was, Ren Qing did not know, but the fear in his heart could not help but become more intense.

Under the influence of the Buddhist aura emitted by the Buddhist corpse, the memories of the temple monks began to intertwine.

Various emotions were magnified several times.

Their respect for the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva turned into fanaticism, but at the same time, the fear that enveloped their hearts also increased geometrically.

As a result, seven or eight hundred monks completely went crazy, their minds obviously collapsing, and they got up and jumped into the bottomless abyss.

The surviving monks also began to talk to themselves, not knowing what they were saying.

The scene became extremely chaotic for a time.

Only the novices in the temple were far away from the Buddhist corpse and were not affected by the Buddhist aura.

The Buddhist corpse sat cross-legged on the lotus throne, its skinned body still flowing with blood, the smell of blood rushing to its nose.

After a moment, another hundred or so temple monks died, and the remaining people completely stabilized their minds, but their minds were obviously gone.

They were muddle-headed like walking corpses, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

The greedy eyes of the Buddhist corpse swept over the surroundings, as if waiting for something.

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"Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva…"

Jue Yi put his hands together and walked out of the crowd, his scattered pupils filled with worship for the Buddha, even wanting to sacrifice himself.

Ren Qing's ghost shadow attached to Jue Yi's body, and he immediately noticed something strange.

Information flowed.

【Buddhist Soul】

【Formed by the erosion of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva's Buddhist aura. Eating it can make the corpse incorruptible for many years and transform into an indestructible golden body.】

Ren Qing could not help but fall into deep thought.

Buddhist skin, Buddhist bones, Buddhist soul, Buddhist corpse, could it really be possible to create a true Buddha with this?

Jue Yi walked into the depression of the pestle, and several strong monks raised and lowered the two-meter-long pestle, instantly turning him into minced meat.

One monk was not enough, and soon several more people walked into the pestle, with blood and bone fragments splashing everywhere, making the scene extremely terrifying.

Only after the flesh and blood in the pestle overflowed did the monks stop moving.

Then, the monks of the Wangpi Temple took out pieces of complete Buddhist skin, and the monks of the Vajra Temple took out Buddhist bones ground into powder.

Even though they had no intelligence, their movements seemed extremely skilled.

Dozens of monks climbed onto the feet of the Buddhist corpse, first applying a layer of Buddhist soul flesh and blood, then attaching the Buddhist skin to the surface of the Buddhist corpse's skin, and finally brushing on golden paint with Buddhist bone powder.

They were like sculpting a Buddha statue, and the appearance of the Buddhist corpse became more and more solemn.

The sound of chanting scriptures was deafening.

After every inch of the Buddhist corpse's skin turned golden yellow, the monks sat back in their original positions, but the number of people was scattered.

The Buddhist corpse made a loud voice: "Are you willing to go to the Western Paradise?"

He answered himself: "This disciple is willing."

After saying that, the Buddhist corpse looked up at the mountains outside the city, and because the movement was too big, blood seeped out of the gaps in the Buddhist skin again.

He walked step by step towards the outside of the city, ignoring the monks he stepped on.

The Buddhist corpse found a flat mountain peak, then sat down with its back against it, and then the flesh and blood all over its body began to merge into the mountain peak, followed by the bones and internal organs, and finally disappeared completely.

Ren Qing looked puzzled and turned the Buddhist dream seed into a double pupil to look towards the mountains.

He immediately frowned tightly.

He saw that the outlines of the mountains were like Buddhas, but the more he looked at them, the more they looked like earthen vats used by monks to sit and pass away.

"Monks constantly experience childhood, adulthood, and old age, forming a small cycle."

"The Buddhist corpse sits and passes away in the earthen vat, then revives in the abyss, and finally returns to the earthen vat, forming a large cycle."

Cishi must have set up a grand scheme, a scheme laid out over several lifetimes by the cultivator who controls the fruit position of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva.

The sound of chanting scriptures in the city suddenly stopped abruptly, the monks' expressions returned to calm, and then they each busied themselves.

Only by the lotus throne did hundreds of temple dead people sit and pass away at the same time.

With expectations of becoming a Buddha, as well as release from pain, they all couldn't wait to drill into the idle earthen vats.

Upon seeing this, the novices sealed the earthen vats, and hundreds of fresh Buddhas in jars were born, followed by the process of skinning and bone removal.

A large number of corpses were thrown into the bottomless abyss.

Only corpses with Buddhist bones or Buddhist skin remains could possibly be transformed into Buddhist corpses; the vast majority were just food.

Ren Qing looked at the outside of the city with fear.

It seemed that although the bottomless abyss was full of unknown dangers, it was undoubtedly much safer than the ground.

"It's difficult, should I enter the game…"

Ren Qing's face was full of entanglement. The situation of Cishi was hazy and unclear. Although there were tempting opportunities, the risks were indeed great.

Cultivators who mastered Buddhist spells, regardless of whether they were kind or not, would definitely have extremely distorted personalities as lifetimes passed.

"Forget it, let's not consider these for now."

Ren Qing helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose, and then used the ghost shadow to expand the cave of the bottomless abyss.

His current residence was too close to the Heaven Above Heaven, and he always felt a little unsafe.

The hardness of the stone wall was far beyond what ordinary Yangshen Realm cultivators could shake, but You Yuan had a corrosive effect, which was not a problem for the ghost shadow.

He planned to retreat in the bottomless abyss for a period of time, while studying the moon patterns.

If he could really refine a flesh and blood puppet similar to the rabbit toad, he would then consider whether to enter the game, otherwise it would all be empty talk.

Just be cautious and you'll be fine…

There is one more chapter, please wait.