The Secret Way of Immortality

The ground was littered with foul-smelling corpses, immediately attracting crows circling overhead.

Twisted limbs were intertwined, and one could still see Kuntong people, not quite dead, gasping for breath, but the blood foam on their mouths and noses indicated that they were on the verge of death.

The surrounding monks, however, were solemn and dignified, chanting scriptures meticulously, forming an absurdly contrasting scene with the bloody scene.

The selected Kuntong Buddhist disciples were forcibly placed in front of the Deer-Riding Arhat, and amidst the scattering golden light, they received the infusion of the Deer-Riding Buddha's aura.

"Amitabha…"

The Kuntong person named Huang Ming gradually deviated from humanity under the erosion of the Buddha's aura, and his sorrowful expression turned into fanaticism towards the Deer-Riding Arhat.

He could resist the Buddha's aura at first, but how could a mortal body compete with immortals and Buddhas?

In Huang Ming's eyes, the corpses all over the ground suddenly stood up, wearing kasayas and showing compassion, and then souls emerged one after another, drifting towards the Western Paradise in mid-air.

The hatred in his heart was completely relieved, and it turned out that killing was for the sake of universal salvation.

A dull smile appeared on Huang Ming's face, and just as he was about to accept the Deer-Riding Buddha's aura, his consciousness suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

He couldn't help but feel confused. Wasn't he just at his initiation ceremony?

According to the enlightened monks of Linggan Temple, as long as he could be recognized by the Deer-Riding Arhat, he could sit at the foot of the Buddha's throne after death.

Huang Ming waited for a long time, and his agitated mood gradually calmed down.

At this moment, a figure composed of distorted light appeared. Huang Ming was afraid, and could only chant the name of the Deer-Riding Arhat.

He thought it was the heart demon recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. If he couldn't overcome it when encountering it, he would become obsessed and fall into the eighteenth level of hell after death.

Huang Ming forced himself to stare at the figure, and silently recited "Everything is false", trying to awaken his consciousness, but he heard the figure speak.

"Huang Ming, is what you see really real?"

Huang Ming was stunned, and looked up in disbelief.

He found that the "heart demon" was constantly changing, from the Deer-Riding Arhat to the Maitreya Bodhisattva, or even the Ratnasambhava Buddha, and even the Three Dao Ancestors were not spared, which seemed shocking.

Huang Ming's spirit was on the verge of collapse, and his consciousness let out an incredible cry: "How can it be so real? I have never seen the Buddhas in the classics, it's impossible…"

Ren Qing used the Toe Leaving Technique to influence the dream, quietly invading Huang Ming's Niwan Palace: "Open your eyes, Huang Ming, open your eyes…"

The reason why he took action was because there was indeed something wrong with the Deer-Riding Buddha's aura.

Under the protection of the monks, in addition to the statue possessed by Ren Qing, there was also a palm-sized box, which contained the most concentrated Buddha's aura.

Ren Qing could perceive that the box should be sealing part of the Deer-Riding Buddha's aura, but for some reason, the rest of the Buddha's aura had no reaction.

Huang Ming woke up in a trance. Only a few breaths had passed outside, but he seemed to have experienced a hundred years in a dream.

He instinctively looked around again, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking to the size of a needle, and his kneeling feet couldn't help trembling.

Where was the Western Paradise? The Buddhist sect… was just a land of evil.

Huang Ming saw the souls of his clansmen being devoured by the Buddha's aura in the sky. Each distorted face was filled with despair and the desire to survive.

"Save me…"

"Kill me…"

The river composed of Buddha's aura was actually filled with tens of thousands of terrifying souls.

Huang Ming laughed uncontrollably, causing dozens of monks to surround him, and the killing intent was already revealed in their eyes.

Ren Qing sighed. Immortals and Buddhas are all dead ends. Living in this world, if you are unlucky, you can't even control life and death.

Huang Ming shuddered, and the fear in his heart was replaced by the desire to survive.

Because he knew that once he died, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to be destroyed, and he would definitely turn into the pile of bones behind the Buddha.

Huang Ming kept calling for help in his heart, and fell into darkness again before the monks approached.

After testing the Deer-Riding Buddha's aura, Ren Qing became even more unscrupulous. Using the dream's characteristic of being close at hand, he directly pulled Huang Ming into Dream City.

Huang Ming came to the sky above Dream City, saw the blossoming town, and heard the scriptures chanted by the Cishi people during morning class.

Unconsciously, the fear and anxiety gradually faded away, leaving only peace.

Ren Qing also used the Toe Leaving Technique to change other people's minds for the first time, but he still underestimated the power of this immortal ascension technique.

He deliberately waited for the Buddha's aura to transform Huang Ming into a fanatic, but he still easily destroyed his cognition, and then reshaped it.

Huang Ming not only abandoned his belief in the Deer-Riding Arhat, but also became extremely hateful of the Buddha, and developed a yearning for Dream City.

When Ren Qing used the Toe Leaving Technique, the distance was tens of thousands of miles.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing about the Toe Leaving Technique is that it can use the influence of dreams to make the target of the technique suffer from various diseases.

If Huang Ming feels that he has caught a cold in the dream, his body will also have problems.

This is the core element that constitutes the Toe Leaving Technique, "Disease originates from dreams, and controls the dreams of the world".

Ren Qing planned to develop Huang Ming into an informant, and he no longer needed to communicate with the remnant soul of Song Zongwu, so he let a little Dream Flower come to his Niwan Palace.

The content of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Vajra Sutra poured into Huang Ming's mind, along with the calculus disease seed, and some weak Buddha's aura.

【Great Compassionate Maitreya Vajra Sutra】

【Created by Ren Qing, suitable for calculus disease seeds, can gradually turn flesh and blood into metal, and can be used to enter the Vajra Body after completion.】

Huang Ming trembled uncontrollably. When the Dream Flower disappeared, his body had already adapted to the infusion of the Deer-Riding Arhat's Buddha's aura.

His flesh and blood turned bronze, and the Buddha's aura flowed from his pores throughout his body.

The monks of Linggan Temple had rosy complexions, and many kind eyes looked at Huang Ming, only thinking that they had discovered the hope of inheriting the fruit position.

Huang Ming's expression returned to normal, and his bones made a crisp sound.

Under the gaze of the monks, his deformed hands, feet, and body actually returned to normal, and he immediately turned into a thin man of more than three meters.

Huang Ming put his hands together, responding to the expectations of the monks: "The Deer-Riding Arhat is above."

In fact, he only had hatred for the Deer-Riding Arhat in his heart, and he could vaguely see the dreamlike town.

There were countless monks traveling in Dream City, and there was also a temple dedicated to the Buddha. The Buddha in the main hall vaguely resembled a figure.

Although the monks have no taboos, they exude the aura of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Vajra Sutra, and there is no trace of Buddha's aura at all.

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Huang Ming established his Dao in his dream, and he was no longer confused.

"I have been summoned by the Deer-Riding Venerable, and the Buddha wants us to gather believers."

Huang Ming said without joy or sorrow, and the other monks did not suspect it because of this. After all, the other party could master the Buddha's aura as soon as he received the ceremony.

If nothing unexpected happens, Huang Ming will be the next Deer-Riding Arhat.

Ren Qing saw that the movements of Lingyin Temple were not unexpected, and then withdrew his consciousness, letting the fungus soul pay attention to Huang Ming's situation at any time.

He was not in a hurry to guide Lingyin Temple to Xiangxiang. After all, there was the layout of the nameless ascetic monk, and the trouble was not the Deer-Riding Buddha's aura.

But how to peel off Song Zongwu's soul. There are tens of thousands of souls in the Buddha's aura, and it makes your scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Ren Qing was also very curious about the fruit position of Buddhism, and wondered what the difference was from the immortal position. He hoped to figure out the truth of the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha and prepare for dragging the Buddhist sect into the muddy water in the future.

He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly thought of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva he had contacted before.

It seems that only when the Buddha's aura feels threatened will it actively release the soul. The Arhat fruit position should be more rigid than the Bodhisattva fruit position.

Ren Qing did not immediately arrange means to target the Deer-Riding Buddha's aura, but found a secluded cave to practice in seclusion.

He originally wanted to wait for the crack in the Heavenly Dao to recover before being promoted, but now it seems that he should break through the world in his stomach to the Immortal Ascension Ladder as soon as possible.

Ren Qing needs to use strange objects to fill the rules of the restricted area, and refine war machines to lay the foundation for the future battle of true immortals.

Especially the Longevity Restricted Area, there is only one obvious grave in it, which is not enough.

Ren Qing closed his eyes and meditated, just taking advantage of this time to let Linggan Temple collect the population, which will be used to expand the ecology of the world in his stomach.

He could vaguely perceive that the immortal position of the Gluttony Law involved a lot, and more population was beneficial and harmless, and the Jailer Hall also needed reserve forces.

During Ren Qing's retreat, Jingzhou was still shaking the ground, and the area of the swamp desert was gradually decreasing unconsciously because there was no corpse of the drunken Taoist sitting in town.

Only Xiangxiang was full of vitality, but the endless forest in the south showed a trend of expansion, but the speed was not obvious.

Ren Qing put all his energy on sorting out the Immortal Ascension Law, and ignored the outside world.

In order to become an immortal and attain enlightenment, he must be careful and cautious, and a little carelessness will lead to the end of his soul and body.

Time flies like a white horse passing through a crack.

It is difficult to feel the traces of time in the world in the stomach. After the popularization of cultivation, the people have long been free from the limit of fifty years of life.

Fireworks bloomed in the sky above the town, which also represents the arrival of the Spring Festival again.

The customs of various races are different, and even the languages are different, but no matter where they are, there is always a festival to celebrate the departure of winter and the arrival of spring.

Wuweicheng was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, and sickly children put on clothes and ran to the streets to play under the instructions of their elders.

Body Martial Arts has now become the entry-level method of the Jailer Hall, and even the Sending Children Niangniang Temple will directly implant disease seeds when delivering babies to pregnant women, and they can practice Body Martial Arts at the age of five.

Even if it has some impact on the children's physique, they can still use medicinal pills to nourish it after all, and it is difficult for premature death to occur.

Huang Ming walked in Dream City, but the streets, which were indistinguishable from day and night, became extremely deserted.

He climbed to the top of the city wall, and the distant Wuweicheng was lively and noisy, with old people and children traveling together, which was exactly what the "human world" should be like.

Huang Ming stared silently, and only reacted when a figure appeared beside him.

Facing Ren Qing, who was unfathomable, he didn't know what to call him at all, and he opened his mouth wide and couldn't squeeze out a few words.

"Huang Ming."

"If eating vegetarian food can become a Buddha, then cattle and sheep can become immortals…"

Ren Qing did not participate in the Spring Festival. Although Zhou Wu and others had greeted him in advance, it was difficult for him to put his mind back into ordinary people.

Huang Ming was still pondering the meaning of the words when Ren Qing's figure disappeared.

In the evening breeze, he was left alone with the murmur before leaving: "Immortals and Buddhas are just corpses wrapped in skins, I don't want to become a corpse…"

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