Chapter 285 Promotion to Sixth Level and Transferring Price
Shen Lian endured the pain caused by the dissolution of his divided soul.
“The Mahayana Buddhism is really outrageous.”
The sky above Wuzhuang Temple is already filled with dense scriptures. In just a short time, the scriptures have produced thousands of lines of the Middle Vehicle Buddhism.
There are countless Buddhist teachings of the lower vehicle, and their scale is overwhelming.
Shen Lian's hair stood on end when he looked at it from a distance, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
"The True Scripture...can never be a product of Buddhism. It is just through attachment to the Buddha that it gave birth to such a weird and inexplicable thing."
Shen Lian discovered that the True Scripture can reproduce without obtaining food at all. , if Mahayana Buddhism is left alone, it will be enough to destroy this world.
At the same time, the scriptures indeed contain the mystery of rebirth.
Shen Lian endured the erosion of the Buddha's light. Although his body and soul were on the verge of collapse at any time, he instinctively had a premonition that if he did not die for a long time, his body and soul would probably transform into an immortal.
"Damn, what is the source of the scripture?!"
Shen Lian feels that Xitian Lingshan is not the source.
The ghost knows where Jin Chanzi got the scriptures from, and Xitian Lingshan has probably become a nest for the reproduction of scriptures.
There is a high probability that the Buddhas have never died. Just like the arms of Vipassi Buddha, they have become Mahayana Buddhism and formed a symbiotic relationship with the true scriptures.
“Senior Brother Sha, can you four masters and disciples really survive until I become a land god?”
Shen Lian smiled bitterly. It was difficult to imagine the existence of the highest Buddha Dharma. The current world of Journey to the West is just the tip of the iceberg.
Crack, click, click.
The soul made an overwhelmed sound.
Originally, the birth of the divided soul has severely damaged the soul, and then faced with the all-pervasive erosion of the Buddha's light, there is no time to heal.
“No matter whether the separated soul can see the situation inside the banquet or not, it must leave.”
With a thought in Shen Lian's mind, the roots of the teleportation tree began to shrink, pulling him deeper into the ground little by little. He could see that more than 80% of the space in the soil was occupied by ginseng fruit trees.
The moment he sank into the tree hole, the Buddha's light suddenly stagnated.
The ginseng fruit tree gave birth to a riot.
Seeing this, the scriptures seemed to be frightened and scattered in all directions. The extremely weak soul took the opportunity to look at the clouds and couldn't help but see some clues.
Shen Lian was lying flat in the courtyard of the pawn shop, distractedly repairing the injuries to his body and soul.
With a startled glance, he noticed that the situation inside the banquet was calmer than expected, and that the immortals and gods responded to Mahayana Buddhism in different ways.
But as long as they survive, their strength is improving by leaps and bounds.
Previously, Shen Lian thought that he was capable of fighting against some immortals, but now he has completely given up the idea. Everyone is the same version.
It is obvious that the immortals and gods are exploring ways to refine the scriptures.
A dozen people, led by Zhen Yuanzi, tried to integrate the scriptures into the body and soul, and their behavior was the most radical. However, later generations of monks who wanted to be promoted to land gods all used the same method.
Shen Lian was horrified, realizing the disadvantages of refining the scriptures to become land gods.
When the immortals and gods were integrated into the scriptures, their appearance could not help but appear to be the characteristics of Vipassi Buddha. At first glance, the facial features were the same, but every frown and smile contained some traces of the Buddha, which was creepy.
"If I refine the scriptures in the Nine Realms of the Heavenly Palace, I will move closer to the Buddha."
"Or imitate Zhen Yuanzi..."
Zhen Yuan His mouth was grinning to the corner of his mouth, and Vipashi Buddha's arm was stuffed into his mouth little by little, but his appearance did not appear to be obviously Buddha-like.
Of course, it's not because Zhen Yuanzi's strength is far beyond ordinary.
Zhen Yuanzi may have come into contact with Mahayana Buddhism very early, and has been planning how to refine it, specifically using ginseng fruit trees as [treasure objects].
The disadvantages of Buddhahood have been transferred to the ginseng fruit tree.
The ginseng fruit tree has undergone drastic changes. The upper half of it already has the prototype of three to four quarters of the Buddha Vipassana. The lifelike face will wake up at any time, but the aura of demons exuding is even stronger.
When Zhen Yuanzi completely refines the scripture, an earth-shaking demon will be born! ! !
"The demon transformed from the innate spiritual root may not be able to survive for a hundred thousand years!"
"Damn it, Zhen Yuanzi transferred the price to the ginseng fruit tree! I am afraid that a demon with a hundred thousand years can easily change the three realms The pattern. "
The mother's taboo can affect all mortals, and the ginseng fruit tree will only be more terrifying.
Compared with Zhen Yuanzi and other immortal gods, the seven or eight people headed by Bodhi Patriarch were just the opposite. They had no intention of refining the scriptures at all.
While enduring the erosion of Mahayana Buddhism, they understood the true scriptures.
Patriarch Bodhi’s lifetime understanding of the Tao flows into the center of his eyebrows, forming vague Tao rhyme lines, which seem to contain Taoist inheritance.
The Taoist rhyme patterns are combined with each other, just like the handwriting of oracle bone inscriptions.
The scripture is like a twisted larvae.
The word Dao is like a wriggling mayfly.
If things go well, Patriarch Bodhi will be able to create his own sutra, and achieve the same goal as Zhen Yuanzi through different paths, but without the drawbacks of becoming a Buddha.
"I see, it seems that there is more than one path to the land gods."
Shen Lian suddenly felt that his trip was worthwhile.
As expected of Patriarch Bodhi, he can keenly seize the hidden opportunities of Mahayana Buddhism.
"Speaking of which..."
No matter how Shen Lian looked at it, Patriarch Bodhi's method was extremely feasible, and gradually the vague words of Tao were looming.
But the problem is that the Bodhi ancestors of later generations are crazy.
Did Zhen Yuanzi attack and kill Patriarch Bodhi?
Otherwise, from Shen Lian’s perspective, Patriarch Bodhi would not have failed. He was only one step away from the birth of Daozi, and there would be almost no chance of overturning.
The other immortals chose a safer approach.
They did not refine the scriptures, nor did they dare to conceive the word Tao. They only accepted the baptism of the Buddha's light, causing themselves to begin to shed their skins.
The improvement in strength after feathering is inevitably much weaker. Shen Lian tried his best to maintain the split soul. Once the split soul disappeared, he would also lose the connection with Wuzhuang Temple, and even the surface world would disappear.
The only good thing is that the split soul quietly walked into the banquet.
Wuzhuang Temple is like a tornado, but there are no dense scriptures where the banquet is, barely maintaining the remaining vitality of the divided soul.
Time passes.
Seeing that the ten days are about to end, the refining scripture has no intention of ending.
"Hmm?"
Shen Lian's heart was shaking. In the last half day, Patriarch Bodhi suddenly woke up.
Obviously the Tao character between the eyebrows has not yet been formed, but Patriarch Bodhi took the initiative to interrupt the retreat, his eyes became dull, and his white beard swayed in the wind.
Shen Lian could not sit still, his clothes soaked with sweat.
Patriarch Bodhi faced the west, as if he saw something, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he murmured vaguely.
The immortals who condensed the word Tao together quickly opened their eyes.
Tieguai Li kept asking Patriarch Bodhi, but the latter had no response, and the complete Tao character between his eyebrows gradually shattered and disappeared.
For the first time, Shen Lian saw Ancestor Bodhi looking like a dying old man.
There was deep despair on his face.
Patriarch Bodhi's body and soul were falling apart inch by inch. Only after Tieguai Li and other immortal gods dispersed the Taoist characters between his brows did he avoid following in his footsteps.
Shen Lian sighed in disbelief: "Master...what did he see?"
Bodhi Patriarch cried and laughed. The skin of the originally crane-haired childlike face was full of ravines, and his back was bent. His old age is evident.
When he was about to die, Zhen Yuanzi successfully swallowed the arm of Vipassi Buddha.
As soon as the refining was completed, a large amount of scriptures sank into Zhen Yuanzi's body like a swallow returning to its nest, and its strength was increased by at least hundreds or thousands of times.
The upper part of the ginseng fruit tree has turned into flesh and looks exactly like Vipassana Buddha.
In fact, it has a strange and magical nature.
The corpses around the ginseng fruit trees all appeared to be demonized.
Because the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple were clustered together, they gathered into a group with the breeze and bright moon as the center, and then they were buried deep among their roots.
Han Xiangzi’s spiritual root and fairy bone still remain, protecting a ray of soul.
Zhen Yuanzi flicked his sleeves, and the skins of the immortals and gods were superimposed together. After imprinting a scripture on them, he asked Patriarch Bodhi to take them. The latter's injuries stabilized in the blink of an eye.
It’s just that Patriarch Bodhi has completely fallen into madness.
The perspective of the split soul became increasingly unclear. Shen Lian tried his best to maintain a little aura and still stared at Wuzhuang Temple intently.
Zhen Yuanzi looked around, ignoring the dead and injured disciples.
He calculated with his fingers, "The speed of time in Wuzhuangguan is different from that of the Three Realms. Today happens to be the first day of the 27th year of Zhenguan."
"On the first day, the world has been turned upside down."
"Who could have imagined that the next three hundred and sixty-four days will be..."
Zhen Yuanzi stopped abruptly, Then countless scriptures poured out of the sleeves.
“Who?!”
Shen Lian did not hesitate to cut off the vitality of the split soul, and suddenly lost the sense of Wuzhuangguan, lying flat in the courtyard and gasping for air.
After a long time, he relaxed with relief.
“The emergence of Mahayana Buddhism is only the beginning of the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan.”
You know, in the same year, after Patriarch Bodhi returned to Xianyue Sanxing Cave, he swallowed the three monkeys in the world. Start looking for traces of Sun Wukong.
A lot of things must have happened during this period, which were closely related to Jin Chanzi.
"Who re-established the Nine-Nine-Eighty-One Dilemma? Jin Chanzi?"
Shen Lian calmed down, perhaps only by following Sha Wujing's example in seeking scriptures from the West can he understand everything and the role Jin Chanzi played in the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan.
Considering the truth of the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan, it is better to delve into how to become a land immortal.
“Hey.”
“Refining the true scriptures and creating your own true scriptures.”
Shen Lian preferred to create his own true scriptures, but Patriarch Bodhi’s despairing look was still there. It is clear to my eyes that it is destined to be extremely dangerous. If you refine the scripture, transferring the price is relatively simple.
"Besides, to create your own scriptures, you have to bathe in Mahayana Buddhism, and use the baptism of Mahayana Buddhism to transform the Taoist inheritance."
The Mahayana Buddhism obtained by Zhen Yuanzi is enough for one arm, which is converted into scriptures. The length is estimated to be about a hundred sentences.
There are one or two sentences in Patriarch Bodhi that are as powerful as the sky.
"Promote to the sixth level first, so as not to cause constant trouble in Xiaoleiyin Temple."
Shen Lian took out the demonized ginseng fruit, and a prompt appeared on the career panel.
[The "Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree" career has been triggered, and you can take up the job at the cost of 20 points]
[Infinite Corpse Roots - Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree compatibility is 95.78%]
[Whether to synthesize the Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree, you will be promoted exceptionally Infinite Corpse Roots】
After Shen Lian confirmed that it was correct, he got into the underground river in Yanliang Town. After all, the promotion of the banyan tree will make his own specialness intensify.
When promotion begins.
Shen Lian didn't notice at all that thick black energy was inexplicably flowing out of his flesh and blood.
The banyan tree slowly absorbs the black energy and grows stronger.
If Zhen Yuanzi were around, he would definitely realize that when Shen Lian was promoted to a profession, the cost was similar to his transfer price, only more controllable.
(End of this chapter)