I went shopping on Friday and shaved my head while pressing the swollen pig's trotters.
There will be at least three chapters updated today. When I get up, I will start typing hard.
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"Reincarnation!"
Yin Xuege stared blankly at this magnificent, simple, dignified treasure wheel. The whole body is densely covered with strange patterns, and the changing colors of 'samsara' are quietly suspended there. In the three thousand small portals, there are all kinds of ghosts, demons, zombies, skeletons, ghosts, evil spirits, ghost beasts and other strange creatures. The shadow flickers.
The three thousand rays of light emitted from the Chaos Source Clock locked the small doors one by one.
The Samsara and Dharma Source Bells vibrated at the same time, and they echoed each other, constantly emitting strange light and buzzing sounds.
The Three Thousand Netherworld Demon Path, this is the most fundamental path of life and death in the world of Yuanlu, which belongs to the Netherworld, to death, to the side of heaven that is extremely quiet, absolute silence, and ultimate destruction.
No matter what race or type of cultivator they are, if they want to transcend death and truly survive eternally, no matter what kind of exercises they major in or what magical powers they practice, they must have the knowledge of the Three Thousand Underworld Demon Dao. It takes a certain amount of understanding.
Wuming, who was standing behind Yin Xuege, and the Listening Beast beside him, both sat cross-legged and knelt on the ground at the same time. They also released all their spiritual consciousness, quietly comprehending the breath of the underworld conveyed in reincarnation, and feeling the unfathomable great truth of death.
Buddhist monks and even the Buddha have the path to cessation and nirvana. Understanding the path of the underworld and demons is a necessary lesson for eminent Buddhist monks. In the world of Yuanlu, the real high-level Bodhisattvas and Buddhas must go through the training of samsara and calamities, and crawl through the samsara of life and death for dozens or hundreds of lives before they can truly understand life and escape from the suffering of birth, old age, illness, and death.
As for the Listening Beast, he has an unexplained relationship with the Underworld Demon Dao.
Legend has it that in the ancient times, when Buddhism was at its peak, Buddhists with great aspirations made an oath that they would not become a Buddha until they went to hell. He sat cross-legged on the highest peak of the netherworld in the Yuanlu world, chanted Buddhist mantras, saved hundreds of millions of dead souls, and accomplished countless meritorious deeds.
The Listening Beast is the guardian beast next to this ambitious person. It helps him detect the sinful souls of the dead in the underworld, so that the Buddhist great master can go to salvation. Therefore, the Listening Beast and Netherworld, and the Netherworld Demon Avenue, are actually involved in cause and effect that cannot be cleaned up and becomes chaotic.
Bai Yuzi successfully made the reincarnation appear, and Yin Xuege activated the three thousand demon avenues hidden in the reincarnation. Wuming and the listening beast were so blessed that they immediately immersed all their minds in it.
Wuming's whole body was wrapped with golden light, and his originally bloody flesh and blood was slowly filled with a sticky, golden juice-like luster. After a quarter of an hour, his body turned into a golden statue, like a Zen temple hall. The golden body of Buddha enshrined above.
Afterwards, his body rotated back and forth between pure gold and pitch black, and the expression on his face also changed rapidly, becoming particularly strange.
When his body was pure gold, Wuming's face showed a sad look, as if he was worried about the suffering of the people in the world.
When his body turned pitch black, Wuming suddenly beamed with joy, as if he was sincerely happy to see the death of all things.
The body switches back and forth between gold and black, and the nameless face constantly appears between the devil and the Buddha. His aura was sometimes majestic and majestic, sometimes erratic and weird, and the evil aura changed, causing the stones around him to fly off the ground one after another.
"Interesting, interesting... between life and death, between wind and fire, withered vegetation, it's all like this."
Taoist Fengwu didn't have as profound a feeling as Yin Xuege, and he couldn't even match Wuming's understanding of the path of the underworld. But his true body is a phoenix sycamore tree. He has experienced countless changes in the four seasons and witnessed the growth and decline of countless creatures. Naturally, he also has his own unique feelings.
He meditated quietly for a while, and then suddenly there was a thin root beside him extending out of the Corpse Temple.
The Corpse God glanced at the rhizome shot out by Taoist Feng Wu, grinned, and then looked at 'Reincarnation' with all his attention. He murmured in amazement that since the ancestor who established the Hades Sect in the ancient times, no one has been able to comprehend the three thousand paths of the underworld at the same time. Even the Corpse God himself is only the concrete manifestation of the 'Corpse Path', and he has no chance to touch other avenues of the underworld.
Seeing that Yin Xuuge and others were able to fully comprehend the three thousand avenues of the Nether World, a flash of deep envy flashed through the eyes of the Corpse God. He is just the fire protector of the Hades Cult, and he is just a tool to maintain the inheritance of the Hades Cult. He can only be limited to the corpse path for the rest of his life, and he cannot achieve any achievements on other paths of the underworld.
"If I could understand the Three Thousand Underworld Demon Paths, perhaps I would have followed the original ancestor and ascended long ago."
The Corpse God raised his eyes and looked quietly at the dome of the Corpse Temple. Countless strange and magnificent images flashed through his eyes. For him, who has completely mastered the corpse path among the three thousand underworld demon avenues, Yin Xuege and the others are fully comprehending the mysterious avenue that makes him salivate, and he I can only reminisce about the past and spend my long and boring life.
"How great would it be if I were a real living being?"
Suddenly, the Corpse God sighed slightly and faintly.
Standing behind Yin Xuege, holding a sledgehammer, while protecting Yin Xuege, Jiuling Saint, who also understood the Three Thousand Underworld Demon Road, opened his eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a wave of consciousness had already moved toward the Corpse God. Teleported.
"In the way of heaven and earth, heterogeneous people also have the opportunity to achieve enlightenment. If this were not the case, 70% of the countless sect leaders in ancient times were heterogeneous cultivators. How could there be a chance of ascension? It is true that you are a heterogeneous person, but you can understand the way of heaven. You There will naturally be a chance for enlightenment."
There was a flash of light in the eyes of the Corpse God, and he stared at the Nine Spirits Saint with wide eyes.
The Holy Lord Nine Spirits nodded to him, and then pointed at Wuming, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, the color of his body changing rapidly.
"According to the bald thieves, your chance to become enlightened has not come yet. The reason why your chance has not come is simply because you still have cause and effect."
The Corpse God shivered. He had already mastered the Heavenly Dao, and he should indeed be able to ascend to the Dao. But he is still trapped in a severed zombie head, helplessly spending his long and lonely life here. This is because his cause and effect has not yet been resolved.
The head that was about Zhang Yuan suddenly flew up and landed heavily in front of Wuming.
Wuming recited the Buddhist Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Great Aspiration Sutra for Liberation, spitting out a mixture of black and gold lotus flowers, which turned into characters visible to the naked eye and flowed out quietly, continuously injecting them into the head of the corpse god. A joyful smile gradually appeared on the corpse god's face, and he gradually understood the reason why he was still staying here.
"Old Master, the Hades Sect will flourish again in the world, and that's when I go to see you."
Yin Xuege, who was closing his eyes to contemplate the Great Path of the Underworld, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the corpse god with a face full of joy, smiled and nodded.
"It's rare for you, after all these years... I might as well make it happen for you."
With a casual finger, the sticky corpse energy around him rolled up and was swallowed up by Yin Xuuge's body. The hundreds of thousands of orifices in his body were like black holes, constantly swallowing up the endless corpse energy into his body, and constantly transforming it into a kind of life. There is death, life within death, life and death depend on each other, and the strange power of life and death coexisting.
A gray breath shot out from between Yin Xuege and instantly fell into the corpse god's open mouth.
The corpse god's head shook, and his eyes widened, showing an incredible look of shock. An unprecedented realization slowly rose in his heart, and all kinds of strange thoughts and mysterious avenues grew in his mind.
The dead energy in his body, which no longer had any vitality to speak of, was assimilated by the gray energy injected by Yin Xuege, just like a spark that suddenly ignited the towering ancient trees all over the mountains and plains. The corpse god's eyes, mouth, nostrils, ears, and seven orifices all have gray energy spurting out. Miraculous changes in the power of life and death are taking place in his body.
Since the ancient war, the head of the Corpse God was cut off, leaving only one head left struggling to survive. For countless years, he has exhausted countless secret techniques in the corpse path, but he has still been unable to make his body grow. How could the power of the Corpse God, which was purely mortal and inanimate, possibly bring his remains back to life
But now, Yin Xuege's own understanding of the strange power of the fusion of life and death has made the Corpse God 'alive'.
On his broken neck, thin granules grew. The surrounding black corpse energy and other heaven and earth energy were continuously injected into his body, and under the guidance of Yin Xuege, they turned into gray life-and-death power to repair the corpse god's body.
Neck, then chest, then shoulders, then arms.
The body of the Corpse God is reborn, reborn rapidly, and at a speed that the Corpse God himself cannot believe. Upper body, waist, legs, feet... In just one hour, the Corpse God stood up completely relying on his own strength.
He was completely covered in darkness and his body was exposed. On his body, which was as majestic as a mountain, sharp horns identical to those on his head grew out of all the joints. He clenched his fists, looked up to the sky and roared. From the cloud of yin fire on the altar, two curved serrated swords whizzed out and were caught in his hands.
The ten-foot-tall corpse god tightly grasped the scimitar that was more than ten feet long. He waved the scimitar casually, and waves of sinister wind blew in the corpse temple. All the zombies in the temple, large and small, let out frightened screams at the same time. , while curling up and kneeling on the ground.
"I..."
The Corpse God looked at Yin Xuege intently. The billowing corpse energy and the vitality of heaven and earth were constantly injected into his body, constantly strengthening his new body, allowing him to quickly regain his strength. He watched Yin Xuege remain silent for a long time, then knelt on the ground and bowed heavily to Yin Xuege, then stood up and looked at Bai Yuzi in the Yin Fire.
His meaning was very clear, he remembered Yin Xuege's kindness.
But he is the fire protector of the Ming Cult, so it is impossible for him to be loyal to Yin Xuuge. If he had to be loyal, it could only be Bai Yuzi.
(End of chapter)