MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price-Chapter 550 Only heaven can save the world

  Chapter 550 Only Heaven can save the world

  The deaths and injuries in the inner world are gradually accumulating, and it can be seen that the meritorious monk is becoming more and more crazy.

  There are more and more people committing suicide. There are even many corpses floating in the river, and their souls in the Niwan Palace have disappeared.

  Jingzhou's unique rules are secretly promoting extremes.

  The killing continued for more than half a year, until the cold winter, but it stopped abruptly.

  In the west area of ​​Sanxiang City, the sound of gongs and drums kept ringing, shops were decorated with lights and festoons, and children wearing new clothes could be seen everywhere.

   There is a rice fragrance in the air, and you can smell that there are grains mixed in it. The fragrance even attracts the shrub rats in the deep mountains.

  It looks like the Spring Festival, but in fact it is the Laba Festival that occurs every ten years.

   Laba Festival is a very special festival in Buddhism. It is said that Sakyamuni became a true Buddha on that day.

  The Cishi people in the Jail Hall have the habit of holding the Laba Festival on a large scale every year, but they don't believe in Mantian Buddha.

  Generally speaking, the forces belonging to the Taoist sect will not go to the Laba Festival.

   Even in many areas, it is difficult to find even a temple.

  Ren Qing thus suspects that the person behind the scenes may be a Buddhist monk, at least a disciple of the Bodhisattva.

  The Laba Festival in the inner world also involves the matter of ascension to the Paradise of Paradise.

   is the end of a round of massacres and the beginning of a new round of massacres.

  Monks with perfect merit and virtue will be baptized by Shakyamuni on the Laba Festival every ten years, and will eventually ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss.

  So after the Laba Festival is almost approaching, the towns will become cleaner.

  The monks qualified for ascension have already collected enough merit, and the remaining monks can only wait another ten years, and some have time to obtain merit.

  Two months before the Laba Festival, in fact, there is another saying in the inner world.

  Named "Buddha's birthday".

  The Buddha is not yet born, but the devil is free in the world.

  In order to ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss, the monks will slaughter wantonly within two months. Thousands of people will become one of the victims, but there will always be someone who will survive.

  So in the hustle and bustle of the Laba Festival, you can still see some people who are out of place.

  They usually wear sloppy clothes, walk in the shadowy and damp alleys, and their identities can be prostitutes, beggars, shaved heads, grooms...

  It's all menial jobs that don't get on the table.

  Although they are smiling on the surface, they have hatred from the bottom of their hearts, obviously targeting the meritorious monk who is in power.

  The meritorious monk has no magic skills, even if he controls millions of people, many people will surely learn the truth by accident.

  These people did not say anything, and chose to maintain their lives.

  He only intentionally reduces social interaction, and in the eyes of others, he is a complete lunatic, an unknown mouse in the corner.

  Because they know that only in this way will they not be targeted by the meritorious monk.

   Xiao Gong walked through the crowd with his head down, his robes of unknown color and luster exuded the unique smell of donkey and horse dung.

  He raised his head and looked at the platform not far away.

  Dozens of monks were singing praises of Wu Shan, seeming to praise him as a sage of the tenth generation, which drew applause from hundreds of people watching.

  Wu Shan also enjoys this moment very much. The relics hanging around his neck have been consummated, which means that at least hundreds of people died in his hands.

   Xiao Gong showed a sneer, and quietly walked into the alley not far away, the chill hit his face, as if he had come to a world isolated from the world.

  He walked quickly to the end, and along the way he could see several beggars curled up.

  The beggar glanced at Xiao Gong secretly, and then withdrew his arm touching his waist, obviously they were all eyeliners in charge of watching.

   Xiao Gong took off his turban while walking, revealing a face covered with scars.

  Who would have thought that a few years ago, he was still a famous actor in Xiangxiang, even on the stage in the north and south, he was very famous.

  Xiao Gong felt the sting of the wind blowing behind the scar, and the piercing hatred could not help showing in his eyes.

  In the unbearable memory, there are many betrayals.

  He was tortured, a sharp knife was drawn across his face, and boiling water was poured into his throat. He could vaguely hear several people talking beside him.

   "You said, kill him?"

   "No, it will damage merit."

  When Xiao Gong was reduced from a famous actor to a beggar, he still became a groom in a brothel under Wu Shan's "kindness".

  He didn't know the truth at first, and he respected monks very much, but now...

   "Master Xiao, you seem to be a little late?"

   It was the Heishui Taoist who spoke. Although he was old, his spirit was completely reborn, like a thin hungry tiger.

  Beside the Heishui Taoist, surrounded by a dozen plainly dressed men and women.

  They usually do the most low-level jobs in Sanxiang City, but now they gather together.

   Xiao Gong shook his head slightly, and said in a hoarse and dry voice: "I'm sorry, I went to see the ceremony of becoming a Buddha in various places in the city."

   "What's the matter?"

   "According to the previous scale, the number of Buddhas becoming Buddhas during the Laba Festival has doubled this time."

  The middle-aged woman squinted her eyes and said through gritted teeth, "They want to kill the donkey, God **** it, **** **** it..."

   "Wicked people become Buddhas, but we can only go to hell. We should really let them see what **** is like!"

   "It's better to go to the ceremony of becoming a Buddha..."

   "Quiet."

  The Heishui Taoist interrupted everyone's discussion, and his sharp eyes swept over them.

   "Only you can shake Buddhism?"

   "Don't be kidding, with the current reputation of Buddhism, as long as you are identified as evil, you won't even be given a chance to stand up."

  Xiao Gong and others' eyes flickered, most of them had already accepted their fate before, and it was the Heishui Taoist who came to tell them the secrets of Buddhism.

  However, they do not fully trust the people of Heishuidao, and they also have a lot of concerns, mainly because the other party also believes in certain existences.

  The upper world is only the Western Paradise. Since it is not Buddha, there are only evil spirits in hell.

   "Heaven can overthrow Buddhism."

   "But I need to let more people know the names of the immortals and gods in the heavens."

  The scene suddenly became silent, but soon a middle-aged man responded.

  His whole family died at the hands of the meritorious monk. Later, the children of his cousin's family also drowned to death inexplicably. In the end, no relatives were spared.

   Xiao Gong also did not hesitate too much, and the rest of the people no longer worried.

   To them, is it important whether it is the evil spirits of hell? If the meritorious monks cannot be completely wiped out, where can there be a pure land?

   "The Heavenly Court is divided into eight divisions, with a total of 365 immortals and gods."

   "The first four chapters fight against thunder and fire, and the lower four chapters are full of stars, three mountains and five mountains, clouds and rain, and punish the gods of good and evil."

The expression of the Heishui Taoist became extremely serious, and he said in unquestionable words: "In the next ten years, each of you will be responsible for spreading the name of a fairy god, and you will go to various towns, can you do it? "

  They have nothing for a long time, and they are just unwilling to keep their own lives, so they don't care about the hard work.

   "But... can we do it?"

   The person who spoke was a boy under the age of 20. The eyes of the Heishui Taoist slowed down, and he touched his head and said, "Ma Shan, do you still remember the fairy you saw under the banyan tree a few years ago?"

   "..."

"Remember."

   Ma Shan let out a sigh. The dozen or so companions who worshiped together in those years had all died in Sanxiang City one after another, and he was the only one.

   "The Immortal gave me a kind of Immortal Gu, called Shut Mouth Gu."

   "As long as you refine the mouth-closing Gu, and put the note with words on the bottom of your tongue, even if you tell hundreds of people, they won't be able to say that sentence before the mouth-shutting Gu dies."

  Heishui Taoist took out a beetle the size of a fingernail from his arms, with the word "closed" on its back, which looked extremely mysterious.

  【Shut mouth Gu】

  【After refining, it can make people unable to utter words, and it needs to be supported by one liter of saliva every day. 】

  【You can nourish the closed mouth Gu by not speaking for ten years, and be promoted to Law Order Gu. 】

  The Heishui Taoist let go of his palm, and the mouth-closing Gu penetrated into Ma Shan's tongue, and the latter only felt that he had mastered some kind of supernatural power.

  In contrast, his mouth became parched, and he swallowed several times without saliva.

   "It's okay, the shut-mouth Gu is a technique bestowed by the immortal, it needs to swallow saliva every day to survive, just drink plenty of water."

  Ma Shan tried to use the shut-mouth Gu, and immediately showed abilities beyond cognition.

  The expressions of all the people were excited, and they could see the hope of destroying Buddhism in their lifetime, even if it took ten years of hard work.

  The people of Heishui Taoist released the shut-mouth Gu one by one, and even gave them a bamboo tube, which stored the dormant Gu worms in case of accidents.

   "Ma Shan, you are going to Linshan City, the name of the immortal **** you spread..."

   "Plague to send immortals."

  Ma Shan couldn't help nodding, feeling deeply shocked, as if he could see more than three hundred gods standing in the clouds.

   "Duke Xiao, you are going to the Big Yellow Mountain, the name of the immortal that spreads..."

   "Mr. Dou Juxing."

  The names of the gods were told to everyone. Even if they wanted to know the background of the gods, the people of Heishui Taoist could answer them fluently.

   This made Xiao Gong and others couldn't help but believe in the authenticity of Tiangong.

  While speaking, Taoist Heishui used the law order Gu: "You have to disguise the Heavenly Court as an ancient relic, don't be too deliberate."

   After explaining clearly, they left the alley one after another.

  Everything was seen by Ren Qing.

  With the fungus soul of Ren Qingyang God Realm, plus the body of Gu insects that have been promoted to Ghost Envoy Realm, theoretically speaking, the inner world can be flattened.

   But he chose to spread the way of heaven.

  Because Ren Qing had to bring various forces to the inner world, and had to take the opportunity to lay out the heavenly court, he used a seemingly troublesome method.

   But he is not without gains.

  In fact, as long as it is not suicide, the soul of the unjustly dead can still be kept for seven days, so even the corpse is taken into the underworld of the underworld.

  Ren Qing originally thought that the probability that the soul of a mortal corpse could turn into a zombie was probably too low to be appalling.

   But unexpectedly, after the corpse suffered a disaster during its lifetime, the soul was full of resentment and actively absorbed the dead energy in the underworld.

   Zombies crawled out of the underworld one after another, and the number of corpse veins has completely surpassed that of demon veins.

  As long as there is no war, the scale of the underworld will continue to grow. No wonder in the myth of the previous life, the underworld should be divided into ten temples, because the forces cannot be concentrated together.

  The ghouls are well aware of this, and they are gradually delegating power internally.

   Otherwise, he wouldn't have time to practice, and there would definitely be zombies promoted to the Yang God Realm one after another, and the underworld would also have to change its dynasty.

   "Hell is empty, and evil spirits are in the world."

  Ren Qing squinted his eyes, and then he had to convince all the forces that the surface world was just a scam arranged by the people behind the scenes.

  (end of this chapter)