Chapter 321 Mahayana Buddhism [Ksitigarbha]
The name of the central god is [Zheng Lun], and he has been living in heaven since ancient times.
Looking at the entire eight parts of the ghost market, there is no righteous god with more qualifications than Zheng Lun. He is one of the few plague immortals who has experienced the calamity of heaven and earth.
The Plague God Lu Yue had five disciples in total, Zhou Xin, Li Qi, Zhu Tianlin, Yang Wenyao, and Zheng Lun was the youngest disciple.
The four Zhou and Xin were named the Righteous Gods of the Plague Department when they were in the ancient heaven. They respectively represented the four major messengers of plague in the southeast, northwest and northwest. Only Zheng Lun was not the Righteous God, but he survived.
After the calamity of heaven and earth, the four great messengers of plague have been reduced to giant Nuo immortals.
Zheng Lun took over the Ministry of Plague and selected two righteous gods of the Ministry of Plague within three hundred years. Their relationship was somewhat like a teacher and a friend.
The two saw Zheng Lun deep in thought and did not disturb him.
"Did I... sit in the position of the God of Plague for too long and forget a lot of things?"
Zheng Lun couldn't help but mutter to himself, his breath became unstable, and his mouth and nose sprayed endlessly. Endless bacterial mist swept across the palace.
No matter how he recalled it, he couldn't remember where the inexplicable familiarity came from.
But one thing is certain, the sense of familiarity should come from the calamity of heaven and earth. It is very likely that I have met Shen Lian before and after the disaster.
"Zheng Lun calm down, otherwise you will become a moral god."
"Zheng Lun?!"
Zheng Lun did not respond to the two of them, like a demon In a daze, he held the seat handle with both hands and exerted force. The skin and flesh suddenly made a tearing sound. At the same time, the blood and flesh boiled, and the spine began to bear the burden.
"Exit!"
He waved his hand, and the Plague monks at his feet flew out of the door.
Mycelium grew rapidly on the ground and walls, and organ-like mushrooms appeared in a matter of seconds. The other two gods were horrified.
The muscles in Zheng Lun's feet under his robes were extremely atrophied. After he left the seat tremblingly, his stomach and intestines seemed to be peristaltic.
He looked ferocious and suspected that Shen Lian was probably the reincarnation of a certain immortal god from the ancient heaven.
"Where does the sense of familiarity come from?"
"Is it the Hunyuan Dao Fruit held by Yuanshi Tianzun?"
Zheng Lun's eyes widened, and he looked through the monks who participated in the Hunyuan Dao Fruit in his memory. No one matched the inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"The Tai Dao Fruit of the Moral Heavenly Lord? Or the [No Life Dao Fruit] of the Lingbao Heavenly Lord?"
His feet were trembling, and being out of the chair for a long time worsened the condition of his body and soul. , but still can't figure out Shen Lian's identity.
It didn't take long.
The intestines and stomach burst out of the body, and a mass of intestines and stomach gathered together filled the palace in an instant, and other organs became ready to move.
Zheng Lun knew that if he continued to hold on, he would inevitably go crazy. He, the righteous god, could no longer leave the throne of the Plague Department.
"Zheng Lun!!"
"Think about the Plague Department. Once you lose control, we will all be martyred."
Under the reminder of the two righteous gods, Zheng Lun sat back in his seat with difficulty. The strangeness in his body disappeared, and his intestines and stomach slowly retracted into his body.
The throne is surrounded by countless Taoist rhymes, which help Zheng Lun suppress the immortal seeds.
"I'm fine, at least for now."
Zheng Lun looked deeply at Shen Lian in the mirror and felt that the latter's body and soul were extremely stable and his immortality was integrated.
“Yan Guan, what is his name, and which Taoist temple in the outer sect did he study under?”
Zhengshen on the left replied: "Tianwen, studied under Night Khan Taoist Academy, well, according to Feng Jing, he worshiped... Li Liuru's disciple."
"Li Liuru?"
" It should be the residual thoughts of a crazy plague fairy in the old heaven, and now it has disappeared."
The so-called residual thoughts refer to the crazy immortals in the ancient heaven. They were affected by the flat peach tree and were able to briefly go to the eight parts of the ghost market in the future. .
But for Cannian, the experience of future generations is nothing more than a dream.
Not to mention that Cannian's real body is already approaching madness.
San Zhengshen once tried to influence Can Nian to explore the beginning and end of the calamity of heaven and earth. In the end, all his actions were of no avail. Instead, they would increase the speed of Can Nian's death, and nothing happened.
Zheng Lun opened his eyes in surprise, and then his expression returned to the same as before.
He scanned the list of immortals recorded by the old Heavenly Court Plague Department and quickly found Li Lian's name. The information indicated that the latter died in the Immortal Prison Prison.
Zheng Lun could recognize Li Liuru at a glance.
He had seen Li Liuru when he was in the Supreme Realm, but he was not qualified to enter the Daodetianzun's discussion, so he only had a glimpse.
"Li Liuru is not dead, and he was saved from the calamity of heaven and earth because of the Heavenly Plague?"
"Impossible, how can anyone change the established facts with the help of innate spiritual roots..."< br>
Zheng Lun suppressed his distracting thoughts and became more inclined to believe that Li Liuru was supposed to be detached from the disaster, while Tianwen only had contact with Cannian.
“Who is Tianwen’s true identity? A certain immortal Buddha who once lived through countless tribulations in the world?”
The horror of the calamity of heaven and earth is indescribable. None of the righteous gods of the old Heavenly Court were spared. Zheng Lun is just opportunistic and has managed to survive until now.
He took a long breath and said to the two of them: "The matter of Tianwen will be put aside for the time being. Perhaps this person was once the reincarnation of the Plague Immortal from the old heaven, so there is no need to deliberately interfere."
"Okay."
The other two righteous gods transformed into immortals after the calamity of heaven and earth, and they don't understand why.
Shen Lian has been sitting cross-legged for a long time. His soul has been refining the dragon fish robe in his dantian for more than two days.
Even if it is not a Taoist treasure, the mystery of the Dragon Fish Robe is far beyond ordinary.
The repair speed of the dragon fish robe after being damaged is visible to the naked eye, and it has a certain degree of intelligence. If Shen Lian is about to die, the dragon fish robe can swallow his body and soul and escape.
At the same time, all injuries can be transferred to the dragon fish robe, so there is no need to worry about the treasure being damaged.
The dragon fish robe grows a dragon skin every once in a while, which can offset a round of fatal damage. It can have up to nine skins.
Shen Lian glanced at the top of his head from the corner of his eye, and the peek was still with him.
"Trouble, it should be the elders of the inner sect or the righteous god of the Ministry of Plague. Are they paying attention to the outer sect competition or Cordyceps sinensis?"
Shen Lian smiled helplessly. The monks have been parasitized by the peach saplings. , it won’t take long for the peach saplings to grow.
He was very curious, what happened to the plague monks in the Immortal Prison Prison in history?
Is it Cordyceps sinensis deliberately kept in prison?
Bang bang bang.
Approaching the vent, there was a violent knocking in the corridor. Some monks could not bear the erosion of the peach saplings and were about to collapse.
The bodies of the two previous heavenly soldiers continued to proliferate with flesh and blood.
Shen Lian saw the shadow reflected on the wall through the vent. The body was no longer human, as if something was about to be born.
"From what Li Liuru said, there were no similar disasters in the prison area where he was, up to Tai Daoguo."
"It shows that the various areas of the Prison Immortal Room are isolated from each other."< br>
"Something seems to be imprisoned deep in the south corner."
Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, and the white bone spine extended out of the prison again. He did not see the corpse at all, and lush roots grew out of the joints.
The infectious nature of peach trees is becoming more and more exaggerated.
Shen Lian couldn't help but squeeze out three words through his teeth, "Experimental Field."
"The incident that occurred in the Prison Immortal Room in the 27th year of Zhenguan was more like man-made. After learning The experimental site where the calamity of heaven and earth is about to occur.”
"Except for Sanqing, I'm afraid there is no one else."
Shen Lian snorted and retreated into the darkness again. It was obvious that the parasitism caused by the corpses of the heavenly soldiers was far more serious than before.
He urged Long Yu Pao to transfer the peach saplings attached to the bones to Long Yu Pao.
The dragon fish robe swims around the flesh and bones, quietly peeling off the parasitic peach saplings, but it is also entangled by countless roots.
“If you want the dragon fish robe and the peach tree to coexist, you must prioritize them.”
Shen Lian's mind moved slightly, and the Buddha treasure of the Tathagata Fruit fell into the mouth of the dragon fish robe. The latter chewed the dates wholeheartedly, digesting the Dharma of the Middle Vehicle.
The lone-like light is so bright that it fills the Dantian with love and joy.
The lotus platform helps the dragon fish robe to digest, the breath of the treasure surges, and three layers of dragon skin grow.
The two are in a stalemate.
Shen Lian did not cover the peach saplings, and his body and soul state became unstable. On the surface, it looked exactly like being parasitized by the peach trees.
Zheng Lun frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning of Shen Lian's adventure.
I thought that Shen Lian would make a plan and then act, but he still suffered from the parasitism of the peach tree, and the advantages he had accumulated before were lost.
The Righteous God on the left [Yan Guan] said with a slight hesitation: "We can't wait any longer, the Prison Immortal Room will fall soon, and they must go deep into the depths immediately to meet... Mahayana Buddhism."
Zheng Lun tapped the handle with his index finger and said in a deep voice: "Okay."
The righteous god on the right nodded and passed dozens of floors of the ghost market to the ruins of the old heaven.
"Immediately go to the north and go to the deep prison No. 4. After three days, the survivors will worship through the inner door and receive the supreme inheritance."
After that.
The Right God pressed his palm, and air flow appeared out of thin air in the corridor of the Immortal Prisoner's Room.
Boom.
The doors of each prison were broken, and the monks escaped from the confinement of the prison, but they were more or less bloated.
Only Tian Shou's condition seemed to be relatively stable, except that there was an extra head on his neck.
The second head was parasitized by the peach saplings, its facial features were distorted, and the skull cracked a gap between the eyebrows, with sprouts sprouting.
“Damn it!”
Tian Shou was obviously transformed into a headless Arhat, but due to the loss of the scriptures, his Buddhist practice was completely lost, and he could only choose to practice again.
The Tradition of the Plague Tribe, which was once despised, has to endure hardships in practice.
Tian Shou cursed repeatedly and was full of resentment towards Shen Lian.
"If it weren't for him, how could I have fallen to this point? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to accept humiliation and join the Plague Tribe to practice the so-called immortal seed. From then on, there is no hope for the road."
Tian Shou gritted his teeth, exuding malice as if it were real.
"I must become a land god and eat him... alive!!"
He stepped out of the prison, his expression restored to a springlike state, "Fellow brothers."
All the monks turned their attention to Tian Shou, who continued: "Everyone, listen to my advice. The outer sect competition mainly tests the ability to deal with dangers, not personal strength."
"Zhengshen has never limited promotion. The quota for the inner sect is for us to cooperate and win together."
Tian Shou glanced at the person with the most serious body and soul, clasping his hands with a subtle expression, and thirty-six relics flashing around him.
"As long as I am here, I can guarantee that the vast majority of our brothers and sisters will survive."
"Daozi, you..."
The monk covered his head, his back was almost open, and his consciousness became blurred.
He covered his chest, and the relics and peach saplings in his body had a backlash, causing the flesh and blood to proliferate and completely losing the ability to move.
The peach trees grew up, and strong resentment overflowed.
You can vaguely notice that there is a ghost taking shape at the bottom of the tree. Unreserved greed sweeps away the surrounding monks, and weird laughter echoes.
The others shuddered, but Tian Shou shook his head and said: "A ghost is about to be born, so there is no need for us to stay longer."
The monk who came out of the same monastery hesitated and said: "Dao... Daozi's approach is right. Eliminating the danger first can ensure that the vast majority of people can pass the outer sect competition smoothly."
"My Buddha is compassionate. "
Tian Shou bowed his head to the corpse and swept his peripheral vision towards the prison where Shen Lian was.
In his opinion, Shen Lian could not threaten him at all. After all, almost all the monks present had already practiced Buddhism and were on the opposite side of Shen Lian, so the other side had nothing to worry about.
Besides, the turbid atmosphere in the prison is obviously caused by the loss of control of body and soul.
"Without the relics, we won't be able to hold on for long before we become a Nuo Immortal."
Tian Shou stepped into the depths.
The monks followed one after another, and the demon that was about to be born in the corpse also forced them to go with Tian Shou.
More than 80% of their mana is used to suppress the peach saplings.
Even if the demon born is just a thousand-year-old demon, it is very likely to cause the body and soul to lose control, not to mention the high probability of being a ghost.
The footsteps disappeared, and the aisle was shrouded in faint lights.
The resentment is getting worse.
Zheng Lun noticed that only two people did not choose to leave the prison.
One is Shen Lian, who is calm and in seclusion temporarily, and the other is Gao Qiu, who is hiding in the corner and shivering, abiding by the agreement with Shen Lian.
.........
Gao Qiu was extremely frightened, feeling that his body and soul were being eaten away by the peach saplings bit by bit.
He is only in the seventh realm. The advantage is that the peach saplings grow very slowly, but the disadvantages are more obvious and he is unable to stop it.
Gao Qiu was also aware of the noise caused by Tian Shou.
But Gao Qiu knew that Tianshou would never be able to protect a useless person.
He can only place his hope on Shen Lian.
The cold and dampness penetrated into his body, and his internal organs gradually lost their vitality. The peach saplings were almost inseparable from his body.
Gao Qiu looked at the flickering candle lights outside the door, and his consciousness began to sink.
The patter of footsteps sounded.
"Senior brother?"
Gao Qiu raised his head and saw a figure under the dim candlelight.
The figure's silhouette was extremely long, his movements were slightly stiff, his heavy breathing was extremely labored, and he was obviously walking towards his position.
"It's not senior brother..."
Gao Qiu's eyes widened in retrospect, and the strong resentment caused the temperature to drop sharply.
The figure is bloated and deformed, and the clothes are ragged. A blooming mushroom grows on the back, which is an invisible taboo acting on Gao Qiu.
Gao Qiu covered his mouth and nose, his own energy and blood leaking out uncontrollably.
Even if the seven orifices are sealed as much as possible, they still become nutrients for the mushrooms. The mushrooms bloom more intensely and their colors become brighter.
The ghost stood at the door, watching Gao Qiu struggling as if he was drowning.
It seems to have some of the remaining memories of its life, and enjoys torturing living people, with a weird giggle coming from its mouth.
At this moment, the ghost's expression was ecstatic, and his moral character began to skyrocket.
Visible energy and blood flow into the mushrooms.
Gao Qiu forced himself to look out the door, looking surprised and uncertain. The walls of the corridor were showing signs of melting due to the scorching heat of Qi and blood.
The candle light was blocked, and the prison was plunged into darkness.
Boom.
There is a man walking fast.
Muscles filled the four to five meter gap in the Immortal Prisoner's room. Sparks erupted from his joints as they rubbed against the wall. He violently rushed into the prison and punched him.
Dong.
There was a muffled sound, and the ghost's head was embedded in the chest, and countless bones were broken. Its limbs instantly turned into minced meat, leaving only a mushroom.
The ghost wanted to release the taboo, but the mushroom was caught at the root.
“You like Qi and blood, don’t you? I’ll let you suck it all!!!”
Shen Lian smiled ferociously and smashed everything together, spitting out a huge amount of blood from his open mouth, which had reached the limit that the ghost could temporarily digest.
Obviously it is a ghost that feeds on qi and blood, but it is suffering from the erosion of qi and blood.
Gao Qiu's eyes became clear and he rolled and crawled away from Shen Lian.
He had seen Shen Lian's terrifying true form, which was more than twenty meters tall, and was afraid that the latter would smash him into powder along with him on a whim.
Bang.
The ghost couldn't bear it and exploded with energy and blood. Shen Lian was covered in blood and was horrifying.
The God of Plague Department fell into silence.
Even though they had learned that this Taoist master was good at the physical body, they never thought that the sickly Plague monk would use his blood to explode ghosts.
And Shen Lian's method of using fairy seeds is different from that of Wenbu.
Why does the immortal seed, after being integrated into flesh and blood and bones, actually replenish the physical body, form a unique Taoist inheritance, and go straight to the physical body to become a saint?
There are no traces of Shen Lian being parasitized by peach saplings.
He was carrying the corpse of the ghost, his eyes showing solemnity.
"Junior Brother Gao, come closer."
Gao Qiu quickly followed the instructions, holding on to his body and soul which was on the verge of collapse. However, after taking a few steps, he saw Shen Lian throwing the body out the door. .
There was a creepy chewing sound outside the door.
Shen Lian did not hesitate to expose the ghost gourd and directly absorbed Gao Qiu into it.
Although the Plague Department is at the bottom of the Eight Departments of the Ghost City, after all, it is closely related to the Ancient Heavenly Court, and its foundation is still very deep, and the magic weapon is not rare.
Shen Lian ducked sideways, and three or four meters of roots left a crack in the ground.
“What the hell?!”
Shen Lian returned to his normal state and moved flexibly to the aisle. The monster transformed from the corpse of the heavenly soldier came into view.
It was a strange and inexplicable flesh-and-blood peach tree.
The flat peach tree has ten branches in total. The branches are thick and show the texture of skin, and even have fingernail-like structures at the ends.
Like two intertwined palms.
The most incredible thing about Shen Lian's fingers is that there are incomplete scriptures engraved on his palms, which are somewhat similar to Buddhist scriptures, but the handwriting is crooked.
The scriptures emerged inside and outside the palms, trying to piece together a complete sentence.
"Damn, it's really Cordyceps Sinensis. Can it breed true scriptures?"
Shen Lian's scalp was numb.
Wouldn’t this mean that the Immortal Prisoner’s Room was indeed a large petri dish.
Roar! ! !
The Buddha's hand raised its head to the sky and screamed, reborn in just a few breaths, and the "Swastika" appeared in the palm, but the lines were slightly distorted and very unnatural.
This thing is not a demon, nor is it an immortal Buddha.
If we insist on classifying it, it should belong to the unformed Mahayana Buddhism.
It is just like the arm of Vipassana Buddha that Zhen Yuanzi took out when he realized Taoism, except that the deformed Buddha hand in front of him is missing an important link.
Poof.
Shen Lian spit out a mouthful of blood, and the Buddha's hand had reached the level of a land god.
If he used all the Immortal Mysterious Skills without reservation, he might be able to fight with him, but it would be unrealistic in the small space of the Prison Immortal Room.
The Buddha's hand crawled with all ten fingers, and its growth made it difficult to move.
Shen Lian took the opportunity to throw away the Buddha's hand and looked around the doorways on both sides of the corridor. He could see the general information of the prisoner engraved on the vents.
【Qingyu Taoist, from the Plague Department, went crazy while guarding Pantaoyuan and was imprisoned here. 】
[Luo Yuanwei, from the Plague Department, went crazy while guarding Pantaoyuan and was imprisoned here. 】
[Sheng Bao, from the Plague Department, went crazy while guarding Pan Taoyuan and was imprisoned here. 】
………
Shen Lian looked for clues and soon came to the end of the aisle.
There is a path that continues downward at the end, which is obviously a separate cell. The corpses of more than a dozen Plague monks are scattered everywhere.
The death state should be that after losing control of body and soul, he was attacked by the rest of the crowd.
The Buddha's hand was approaching tirelessly, and the squeeze of the aisle caused the flesh and bones to shatter, and the permeating fishy smell was extremely pungent.
Shen Lian stopped.
He looked up and noticed a talisman stuck at the entrance of the path.
The talisman has complex lines, but it has no effect. It only has a symbolic meaning, indicating who is responsible for banning the existence within it.
Shen Lian touched the talisman and secretly used his wisdom.
[Lingbao Magic Talisman]
[The magic talisman engraved by Lingbao Tianzun symbolizes the Tao Qi of Shangqing Cave. 】
“It seems that the paths chosen by the three Qing Dynasties are indeed very different.”
The Hunyuan Daoguo of Yuanshi Tianzun advocates refining the true scriptures, and beheads the fourth corpse to get rid of the shortcomings of the true scriptures; The Tai Dao Fruit of the Daode Tianzun created the True Sutra, by which all sentient beings of the eight classes can escape from the mortal world and become immortals.
Lingbao Tianzun seems to want to breed a kind of true scripture.
"Is it possible that Lingbao Tianzun imitated the process of forming the scriptures in the Immortal Prisoner's Room?"
Hoo! ! !
The flesh of the Buddha's hand was bloody and covered with mushrooms. The fingers were twisted like dead branches, constantly squeezing the wall, and the joints made a tooth-piercing clicking sound.
Shen Lian swept through the pile of corpses and twisted off one person's head.
There was a remnant soul in his head, which was forcibly taken into his Niwan Palace. The Zifu quenching method turned the remnant soul into a layer of disguise for Shen Lian.
Shen Lian possessed himself and went in and out of the entrance, and the light and shadow changed and he looked completely different.
“After the end of the Hunyuan Dao Fruit, there is the Tai Dao Fruit, and finally there is Lingbao Tianzun’s Dao.”
“After the bell rings the end of the Hunyuan Dao Fruit, if the prisoner The Immortal Room is arranged by Lingbao Tianzun, and he will definitely come here."
A chill ran down Shen Lian's spine. The purpose of the outer sect competition was definitely extraordinary.
What exactly does the God of Plague want to test with the help of a group of mortals?
"Fortunately, the teleportation tree is in place, otherwise we don't know how we will die."
Shen Lian continued to walk for a long time, and when he came to the so-called prison No. 4, he suddenly realized that the area of the prison was twenty or thirty meters in size. .
"Hiss..."
A Buddha's corpse was hanging in the air. The solemn face was eroded by the years, the robe was in tatters, and the exposed flesh was full of cracks.
Life is cut off, but the corpse is still breathing instinctively.
Whenever you exhale, colorful Buddha light pours out, and a large number of larvae are active in every inch of the prison, all of which are the Dharma of the Middle Vehicle.
The scripture is: In response to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s question, the Buddha said that the Tathagata accomplished ten kinds of Buddhist wheels by the power of his original vows, and was able to ward off the evil deeds of gods and demons...
“Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva It seems that the Three Purities Discourse is really a body dismemberment conference.”
The Yuanshi Tianzun is Vipassi Buddha, and the Lingbao Tianzun is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
“If we can get close, myna won’t have to worry about being promoted to the sixth level.”
"It's a pity."
From the outside, Shen Lian felt that his body and soul could not withstand the erosion of Mahayana Buddhism. If he walked within ten meters, he would probably lose his soul.
Speaking of which, should it be used to feed dragon fish robes?
(End of this chapter)