Chapter 317 The Reverse Version of Daozi (Two in One)
The ten-story ghost market near Emperor Huang Zengtian is the deepest level that ordinary monks can touch, and it is usually opened every five years.
Once the ten-story ghost market is opened, it will attract the attention of a large number of alchemists.
October 15th is not the opening day, the ten-story ghost market is completely silent.
The endless streets are lined with shops, stretching for hundreds of miles. Lanterns with human heads are hung in front of the shops, roaring to attract business.
Even if there are no customers in the ten-story ghost market, ghosts are still used to keep things lively.
Compared with the smart and stupid weapon ghost, the ransom ghost in charge of running the store is hiding in the dark, with a frightened expression and resentment leaking out of his body.
You must know that the ghosts who can redeem money on the tenth floor of the ghost market have reached four thousand years of practice.
The reason why they are so afraid is mainly because of the throbbing of resentment in their bodies, and their abdomens are slightly bulging uncontrollably, as if they are six months pregnant.
It is as if something is pregnant inside of me.
If the money redeemer hadn't been restrained behind the store counter, he would have escaped long ago.
"Amitabha."
A strange-looking monk walked slowly through the street, a faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, and his mouth and nose bleeded invariably.
Bang.
The muffled noises kept coming, and the lanterns with human heads turned into minced meat.
The monk has a total of eight heads. Each head has a Buddha finger inserted between its eyebrows, which is attached to the periphery of the main head, like a strange lotus platform made of human heads.
He sighed and said to himself: "If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can be here, he will definitely save you from the sea of suffering and take refuge in Leiyin Temple."
Obviously, the lanterns with human heads are all because of the monks. He was tortured to death, yet he looked so worried, which seemed extremely awkward.
The monk stopped and was greeted by seventy or eighty figures.
The figure comes from a monk from the Plague Department, and his cultivation level is above the seventh level. After seeing the monk, his face couldn't help but look hot, and his attitude seemed respectful.
"The headless venerable is Yin Huasheng, an inner disciple of the Xiawen Department."
Yin Huasheng is already in the ninth realm, but he bends down and bends his knees when facing the monk.
He knew that [Headless Arhat]’s status under Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was second only to the Seven Arhats, and his strength was comparable to that of land gods.
It is said that the Headless Arhat has been in the Nine Realms for more than three hundred years.
He has never been promoted to a land god. It is purely because Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hopes that he will understand mana consciousness and the supreme connection between heaven and man before making a breakthrough.
"Amitabha, has Donor Yin practiced Buddhism?"
"Headless Master, I have been exposed to Buddhism for half a year."
Yin Huasheng opened his mouth as he spoke and spit out a strange ball. .
The round beads are like "living beads" for chickens that are about to hatch. You can see that they are made of flesh and blood and bones.
And as soon as he left the body, Yin Huasheng's plague pill began to riot, and the immortal seeds multiplied wildly.
"Yes, Benefactor Yin has some Buddhist wisdom, and the relics are very complete."
Headless Arhat nodded slightly. Yin Huasheng took back the so-called relics with satisfaction.
Others expressed admiration.
The rest of the plague monks are parasitic on the sons of the temple monks.
According to the Buddhist teachings provided by Xiaoleiyin Temple, as long as the temple monk's descendants are refined into relics, the immortal seeds can be completely prevented from getting out of control.
However, it can be seen that although the plague monks who own the relics are no longer obsessed with it, the dependence of the plague pill on the relics has greatly increased.
Without the relics, the immortal species will no longer have even the slightest buffer and will directly riot.
Over time, monks from the Plague Department who also practice Buddhism will become subordinates.
Of course, they don't care at all. Anyway, they are either controlled by the God of Plague or Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. There is not much difference.
"Headless Venerable Master, when will we leave for Lu Zu Temple?"
"Wait a moment."
"Lu Zuguan is already the promised land recognized by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later. You and I are just going through the motions."
Headless Arhat Smiling without saying a word, he clasped his hands and crossed his legs while chanting sutras.
Yin Huasheng showed respect, listened carefully to the scriptures of the Headless Arhat, and unknowingly regarded himself as a member of Buddhism.
He indeed did not take Lu Zuguan seriously.
According to the information collected from the shallow ghost market, Lu Zuguan is not a cave at all, but just a few towns where ordinary warriors gather.
Ordinary? Warrior?
Aren't warriors just a group of blood-eaters with abundant energy and blood? No matter how much they practice, they only make themselves taste more delicious.
It should be Lu Zuguan’s blessing that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva values them.
As for the rumors that Lu Zu watched the inner immortal Buddha.
After the calamity of heaven and earth, the immortals and Buddhas also had to refine the scriptures. Now, there are only three or four people who control the power of transforming mortals into immortals.
It is even more difficult for land gods to stay in the mortal world forever.
A fairy Buddha appears out of thin air? At best, it is only in the Nine Realms. With the background of the Headless Arhat, no matter how many backgrounds he has in his previous life, he has to give way to Lu Zuguan.
Besides, Yin Huasheng felt that Lu Zuguan was more like a demon grazing.
This speculation is also consistent with the rumors of ghosts and gods protecting the Tao.
A trace of greed flashed in Yin Huasheng's eyes.
The demon hiding in Lu Zuguan probably possesses the treasure of the ancient heaven, so that it can breed blood food in batches, and maybe it can get its hands on it.
At this moment.
The ten-story ghost market rang out with the wails of the money-sending ghosts.
A large number of scriptures overflowed from the doors and windows of each shop, and the money redeemer ghosts rolled around, and their bodies were covered with burn marks flowing with pus and blood.
The headless Arhat couldn't stop crying and sobbed empathetically.
"Amitabha, it is good, it is good."
The monks in the Plague Department felt shuddering. The money-ransom ghost was obviously the work of the headless Arhat, and the latter's pretentious behavior was extremely weird.
Yin Huasheng said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, it's the eminent monk from Xiaoleiyin Temple who is here."
The hands and feet of the redemption ghost were twisted and broken, and the skin and flesh changed little by little, and the resentment turned into Buddha's light, and then A strange-looking monk appears.
In a moment, more than a hundred monks appeared in the ten-story ghost market.
Most of the monks have achieved eight realms of cultivation. They have relics inlaid between their eyebrows, and the Buddha light they emit is different, indicating that the Taoist traditions are different.
They respectively come from fetal egg dampness and have the characteristics of monks under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
“Junior brother, I didn’t expect you to visit Lu Zu Temple in person.”
“Amitabha.”
The cultivation level of the Nine Realms is slightly abrupt, and there are five Buddha fingers between his eyebrows.
"The reincarnation of Diting turned against the guest. After finishing Lu Zuguan's trip, the young monk also needs to go back and forth to the Night Sweat Taoist Temple to settle the cause and effect."
But his face was ugly. After all, he chose the reincarnation of Diting himself. .
At that time, when I witnessed Di Ting finish seizing the body, Shen Lian's soul should have been wiped out. However, who would have thought that Di Ting's soul was gone instead.
Even the burned out fire did not revive and listen again.
Although Luo Que has not yet been held accountable by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he understands that if Lu Zuguan and his party do not go well, he will definitely be affected.
Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva might ask him to become a listener.
But his breathing was short, and he shuddered when he thought of the birth of Di Ting.
Di Ting is a special kind of weapon demon. It needs to go through the torture of eighteen levels of hell before it has a 12% chance of being born.
No matter how strong the soul is, it will lose its memory after being reduced to listening.
"Senior brother, I will give you a few words of kindness to the Bodhisattva. It is a pity that you have turned into a true listener because of your qualifications." You."
But you know that the headless Arhat is beating himself up.
Lu Zu observed that blood was eaten everywhere. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s main target was high-level warriors, and the headless Arhat could naturally absorb some of the blood.
The arrival of the end involves interests, and the leaderless Arhat will naturally not agree.
"Let's go, the Plague Department will cooperate with us to block Lu Zuguan with the Ghost Gate Formation. If nothing else, there will be civil strife in Blood Food."
"Over time, the quality of Blood Food will inevitably be affected."
After the Headless Arhat finished speaking, Yin Huasheng quickly took out the token.
Crack, click, click.
The streets shook and a ghost gate was erected leading to Lantian Street.
Yin Huasheng waved his hand and said: "Comrades from Xiaoleiyin Temple, please!"
Headless Arhat ignored Yin Huasheng, nodded and came to the door.
It can be vaguely seen that Yanliang Town is shrouded in darkness.
Yin Huasheng felt inexplicably uneasy. The ghost gate was like the bloody mouth of a man-eating beast. He didn't know what Lu Zuguan was waiting for them.
The monks entered the ghost gate one after another, followed by the plague monks.
Only three of the Nine Realms have not left yet, waiting for feedback from their subordinates.
Even if you don’t feel that Lu Zuguan is a threat, you still have basic vigilance. After all, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva attaches great importance to Lu Zuguan’s blood food.
But he frowned slightly: "We can't contact them, where are you, Benefactor Yin?"
"Same, but they are all fine..."
Words Before he finished speaking, Yin Huasheng noticed that the aura of one person's soul had become dim, as if he had been attacked by a demon.
"There is a demon."
In a daze, similar situations began to intensify.
One-third of the Plague monks were seriously injured, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people died.
The monks were not much better. From the headless Arhat pinching the Buddha string, it can be seen that Lu Zuguan was well prepared for their arrival.
“There are many demons and demons, and the Tao has been around for five or six thousand years.”
Yin Huasheng's uneasiness became more and more intense.
His immortal species is called [Heartpalpitations], and he can vaguely detect unknown dangers. Lu Zuguan may not be as simple as it seems.
"Headless Master, why don't I tell the Lord of the Plague Department to send more monks?"
"Monsters of four to five thousand years are just beasts who occupy the mountains and become kings. "
Headless Arhat glanced at Yin Huasheng coldly, "Do you think there are land gods in the world? You... followed him."
There was no doubt about his words, but he had no intention of leaving.
Yin Huasheng's hair stood on end, his premonition of immortality was stronger than facing a land immortal.
When he was about to become possessed when he tried to transform into an immortal, he was not so frightened. What kind of terrifying monster was behind the door?
But he did not enter the ghost gate. Yin Huasheng gritted his teeth and followed closely.
The headless Arhat was left alone to stare at the ghost gate uncertainly.
After a brief trance, Yin Huasheng regained consciousness, and then found that he was no longer on Lantian Street, scattered with the other monks.
The scene that greeted his eyes made him shudder, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
There is no mortal town, it is clearly a demon town made of flesh and blood.
Buildings turned into organs, countless eyes opened on the walls and floors, countless human hands and giant trees reached into the sky, and the smell of blood hit your nostrils.
Strange dragons, mandrills, fish demons, poisonous insects, ghosts...
Ben Bo'er Ba'er and Ba Bo'er Ben shuttled between the waters, sneaking up on the unsuspecting monks.
The warriors led by Zuo Yan also fought with more than a dozen monks. Who can tell me what is inside Lu Zu Temple?
Taoist and Buddhist monks could not help but fall into the encirclement and suppression of massive demons, and the environment of Lu Zuguan continued to deteriorate, making it impossible for them to fully display their strength.
“Cough cough cough.”
Yin Huasheng covered his mouth and coughed violently, with blood on his palms.
He noticed that he was actually sick, with large areas of redness and swelling appearing on his skin, the temperature of his organs began to rise, and his robes were soaked with sweat.
Obviously, there are traces of the Plague Immortal Seed being used in the city.
Yin Huasheng looked incredible. Such a large-scale disease was at least caused by land gods, but the power of the fairy seeds was much different.
He opened his mouth and spat out, avoiding the endless stream of strange dragons.
"Plague Department, you dare to conspire with Xiaoleiyin Temple, you are so bold!!!"
He screamed in the sky, the bright Buddha light rose into the sky, the Buddha's fingers between his brows burned intensified, and the ground under his feet turned into a golden color.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the True Realm of Martial Arts is blessed by the Immortal Seed of the Plague Department.
The first reaction was that the God of Plague set up a trap through Lu Zuguan. Otherwise, why would Yanliang Town have the aura of the Immortal Seed of Disease?
“If you step into the boundless Buddha land, my Buddha will live forever!”
When the strange dragon comes into contact with the Buddha soil, the demonic aura disappears, and the swastika is imprinted on the forehead.
It turned around, biting its kind crazily, and after continuously swallowing flesh and blood, the Buddha transformed into a strange dragon and emerged with characteristics unique to various insects.
He put his hands together, and his bronze skin looked like a Buddha statue.
Yin Huasheng took a few steps back, but did not hesitate to come towards his position. He raised his hand and saw a lotus seal composed of Buddha light.
“No, no, no, it has nothing to do with me or the Ministry of Plague.”
Yin Huasheng couldn't argue, so he had to call out the flying sword to block the lotus seal.
But he sneered a few times, "Kill you and break the situation, otherwise there will be another threat, which will give you the opportunity in vain."
"I don't know, absolutely and the plague It has nothing to do with it."
"No one can refine more than a dozen kinds of immortal seeds."
"Sir, you see, I have been corroded by the immortal seeds."
Yin Huasheng tried his best to explain, but what greeted him was the Buddha's light, which illuminated thousands of holes and potholes everywhere.
As soon as the two met, Yin Huasheng's decline immediately became apparent.
However, the relics in Yin Huasheng's body were affected by the energy of the soul, making it difficult for the immortal seeds to function, and his body and soul were injured after just a few encounters.
Yin Huasheng did not dare to resist. His chest was covered with blood and his ribs were dented.
“I know who he is!!”
Yin Huasheng's limbs were torn apart and he collapsed to the ground helplessly.
But then he grabbed Yin Huasheng's neck and said coldly: "Who is it?"
"It's Tianwen, Tianwen, the Taoist disciple of the Ministry of Wen."
Yin Huasheng gulped. Panting, "He has been collecting spiritual materials that are beneficial to various types of immortals. I have seen the list investigated by the elders. Night sweats, giant transformation, hot shots, tongue diseases..."
"That's him! It's Tian Wen and Lu Zu cooperated to set up a plan!”
Yin Huasheng felt the arm holding his neck loosen, but then became extremely solemn. He looked up at the top of the 100-meter-long banyan tree.
He followed the gaze and stopped breathing for half a breath.
A man stood firmly on a tree branch, with Dao patterns formed by condensed germs all over his body, and above his head was a golden body of martial arts sitting cross-legged.
The martial arts golden body seems to be in harmony with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and is otherworldly.
"Tianwen is Lu Zu. No wonder he can attract the attention of the Fourth Nuo Immortal. I am afraid he is the reincarnation of an immortal god from the ancient heaven."
But he squinted his eyes. Everything in the city was centered on Shen Lian. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva underestimated Lu Zuguan's strength.
Yin Huasheng’s mouth opened wide and his mind went blank.
Boom.
Shen Lian used the force to swoop in, his body expanding to ten meters.
But he continued to chant sutras, and the strange dragons transformed into Buddhas nearby died suddenly one by one. Their size reached over fifteen meters, like a giant bronze Buddha.
"We are both Dharma, Heaven and Earth. There is a huge difference between you and me. A giant immortal species will never be able to match one or two tenths of the Dharma." .
"Tianwen, don't you feel uncomfortable with the backlash of immortal seeds?"
"Why don't you worship at Leiyin Temple, the Bodhisattva will naturally enlighten you."
Yin Huasheng squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "Be careful, Your Majesty, I have seen Tianwen grow to a giant size of twenty meters. Now that he has set foot in the Ninth Realm, he will be even more terrifying."
The shadow intensified and reached twenty-seven meters in mid-air.
"Amitabha."
But shook his head and said: "Even if Tianwen has reservations and wants to take things by surprise, the upper limit of his strength is already there."
"How can the nine realms obtained from the true scriptures be compared with the immortal seeds."
Yin Huasheng looked enthusiastic and said impatiently: "Honorable Sir, the villain has not betrayed you. I hope the Bodhisattva can reshape it for me. Flesh!”
He stared but didn't let go, seeing the huge shadow transformed by Shen Lian hit the ground. The moment he raised his hand, the strange phenomena caused by the Thousand Arm Fist appeared frequently.
A sudden blow hit Luo Que between his arms, causing waves of air.
Poof.
After a mouthful of copper blood spurted out, his arms were directly beaten to ninety degrees, countless bones were broken, and he flew thousands of meters backwards.
A deep pit was made on the ground, and the bronze Buddha was lying awkwardly.
Shen Lian has nine heads, twenty-four bear-like ape-like arms growing out of his ribs, snake-like scales covering his vitals, and pale ivory at the end of his white bone spine.
Yin Huasheng was stunned, struggling to stay away.
When I thought I had seen through Shen Lian, I didn't know that he was far from his strongest state.
The bronze Buddha stood up quickly, its broken arm restored to its original state. His first reaction was not to fight back, but to continue to enlighten the strange dragon.
The strange dragons became nutrients one after another, and the bronze Buddha reached twenty meters.
The temporary increase in physical strength gave him the courage to face Shen Lian head-on.
Shen Lian tilted his head and asked in a deep voice: "Is it over? Let me see the strength of your Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lineage. The Baolai we killed before is really vulnerable."
< br>"Baolai is dead?"
"Well, you can also bury him with him."
But before he could react, Shen Lian swatted out a palm and filled the sky with overwhelming smoke and dust.
The next moment, the irresistible force separated the smoke and dust, and fell heavily on the chest of the bronze Buddha. The sound of broken ribs could not be heard.
There was fear in Que Que's eyes, and he suddenly felt a desire to retreat away from Lu Zuguan.
However, Shen Lian didn't give him a chance at all.
Finally, you encounter a large sandbag, why don’t you give it a good beating?
Twenty-four arms used the Thousand Arm Fist at different angles, but they failed to focus on one thing and were beaten to a bloody pulp.
Yin Huasheng only saw that Shen Lian was suppressing him from one side.
There are many dents on the body surface of the bronze Buddha, the eyes are half exposed, and the internal organs are scattered all over the floor.
"Heavenly Plague!"
After that, his eyes widened, the Buddha's light concentrated in his palms, and the bronze color of the rest of his body faded.
He harnessed the Buddha's light condensed by the Middle Vehicle Dharma to spread thousands of miles.
No matter how strong the physical body is, it can only rely on the incomplete immortal seed. How can it compare with the Middle Vehicle Dharma given by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
The two cannot be confused at all! !
At this moment, the martial arts plague pill turned into reality and poured into Shen Lian's tongue.
Bah.
The water of the Milky Way filled with germs flies out, mixed with the Taoist charm that only immortals can have.
Under the erosion of germs, the Dharma of the Middle Vehicle became dim and dull. As soon as the water of the Milky Way touched Que's forehead, it embedded itself into the skull without any resistance.
“Ahhhhh!”
The complications of the addiction fairy seed all work together to end it.
The Buddha's fingers are burned out, and the Middle Vehicle Buddhism can no longer pose a threat. The germs eat the flesh and bones, and the limbs twitch, as if they are seriously ill and about to die.
Yin Huasheng cried and laughed sometimes, and his emotions were broken.
"The Immortal Seeds of the Wenbu...are actually comparable to the true scriptures. What are we looking for? Why do Wenbu want to practice Buddhism at the same time!!"
The pictures brought by Shen Lian shocked Yin Huasheng, who had a narrow-minded mind. broken.
It is an indisputable fact that the Wenbu fairy species can easily lose control. As a result, Shen Lian told himself that Wenbu still has a way forward and can continue to climb.
Is Shen Lian just an exception?
Yin Huasheng doesn’t know, but Shen Lian will definitely have the answer after he reaches the level of Zhengshen.
This answer may be able to save the plague department that is on the verge of death.
Yin Huasheng retched and bit the relic, "Daozi! Daozi!! My relic can sense the Headless Arhat!!"
"The Headless Arhat is on the tenth floor. Ghost City, he is... escaping!"
The Headless Arhat must have discovered it, but their auras were dim.
There is no need to enter Yanliang Town, he can just push the matter to the latter. After all, even if the latter recovers, he will fall to the eighth realm without any threat.
"Jie Jie Jie."
"You are as timid as a mouse. If you two bald donkeys come together, it will be difficult to deal with."
In Shen Lian's hand, there is a giant hand made of flesh and blood. sword.
锵.
The bone blade is unsheathed.
Even if the headless Arhat had the means to save his life, a horizontal sword move would be enough to eat a pot.
Then the true meaning of martial arts accumulated in Thousand Arms Fist was gathered into the bone blade, 80% of the energy and blood nourished the sword energy, and the power was unreserved.
Only the martial arts plague pill, Shen Lian hesitated and did not use it.
The dazzling sword light illuminates Yanliang Town, and the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard is extremely harsh. The long-awaited horizontal sword move has already surpassed the pinnacle of all martial arts in the world.
It even gives people the illusion that it can smash the sky.
Whoosh.
The sword flashed past, and a rising sun rose from the horizon, disappearing into the ghost gate in the blink of an eye.
After seeing this, the remaining souls had to admit that if all warriors were like this, Xiaoleiyin Temple would indeed have no meaning in existence.
Kaka.
With just one knife, the ghost gate collapsed, and the fracture was extremely smooth.
"He's not dead." Yin Huasheng reminded him with a flash of his eyes: "Daozi! The Headless Arhat is not dead!"
But he breathed a sigh of relief. It would be terrible to kill the Headless Arhat through the air.
The spine of white bones penetrated the ghost gate that was about to collapse, and when it was retrieved, it contained a piece of human skin.
"Not completely dead, but life is worse than death." Shen Lian picked up the human skin.
Que was trembling violently all over. The human skin was shaped like a cassock, and the surface was actually engraved with three lines of the Middle Vehicle Buddhist teachings refined by the Headless Arhat.
Mortal sword skills forcibly peeled off the scriptures of the Headless Arhat! ! !
"It's okay. He lost the scripture and couldn't return to Xiaoleiyin Temple. Besides, he doesn't know who I am. There will be plenty of time to settle accounts."
But he realized his fate and Listening carefully is no different.
Before he could speak, Shen Lian grabbed it and threw it into the banyan tree hole.
The moment he turned around, Yin Huasheng had already committed suicide, his expression showing expectations that he had never had since he had been a member of the Plague Ministry for thousands of years.
(End of this chapter)