Chapter 833 Peeling off the skin and revealing a vacuum
Qian Chen recited a volume of "Buddha's Sutra on the True Form of White Bones" in front of the horse, and it was silently imprinted in the heart of the Moon Demon True Tradition.
At this time, the skin that Qian Chen had scratched from his back had also cracked, and the devil was even more focused, because the quality of this human skin was all revealed at this point!
According to his experience, it requires speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and it also requires the sudden emotional ups and downs of the person being skinned.
Qian Chen looked at his thoughts and nodded slightly - he has understanding!
A crack opened silently on the back of the groom, revealing the layers of skin inside. Under this skin, there were dozens of layers of skin. It was the outermost layer that was destroyed.
The devil can still hide and escape.
A skin is a life.
Ordinary monks would have to kill him dozens of times.
The devil praised: "You recite the sutra well!"
The groom gradually relaxed the skin he was wrapped in, ready to jump out from the crack in the back at any time.
He had to peel off Qian Chen's skin at an extremely fast speed, then quickly take off the skin, dive in, and transform into Qian Chen.
This process must be fast, otherwise it may be discovered by the Demon Mirror at any time.
"That is……"
Qian Chen raised his head and said proudly: "I know this sutra by heart, don't you believe I can read it to you?"
The devil looked at Qian Chen's youthful nature revealed at this time, and his smile became even colder: "Okay, okay... Oh! There is a snake on your back!"
As he spoke, a slippery feeling suddenly crawled up Qian Chen's back, making his skin tighten suddenly. Qian Chen said in a trembling voice: "It's okay, I'll read a scripture to it, and it won't bite me!"
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"Then read it and I'll help you catch it!"
The devil quietly pinched both sides of Qian Chen's split skin sac, and the muscles and tiny blood vessels inside were separated from the skin sac.
The smooth snake-like touch was just a physical touch created by a demon that frightened him. However, Qian Chen's skin gradually became tense amidst this tension.
Wherever the invisible snake passed, goosebumps were aroused, and the skin and flesh gradually separated between tightening and loosening.
As expected, Qian Chen lowered his head and recited the Buddhist scriptures backwards. The back of his neck was exposed to the true story of the Moon Demon. An upward knife edge spread all the way here until the most protruding bone in the cervical spine suddenly opened up as Qian Chen lowered his head.
Skin that has cracked.
The smile on the devil's lips became more and more mysterious.
Qian Chen recited the scriptures vaguely. He read a volume of "The Sutra of the White Bones" backwards. The syllables were stuck together and unclear. However, if he listened to it in another language, it would be extremely clear and every word would be correct.
The tone is round and the semantics are clear.
It’s exactly——Nine Nether Demonic Words.
And the scripture that was being recited was actually the "Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra"!
The smile on Qian Chen's mouth was equally mysterious, with a touch of detachment and compassion.
Seeing the cervical vertebra detached, with a hint of yellowish bones, the Moon Demon couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
"Such a skinny skin is too tight to fit into! Moreover, this person's skin and bones are too different, and his body is too inferior. Unless I have to, I wouldn't think highly of this kind of skin."
"The skin of the old is the loosest, the skin of the poor is the roughest, and the skin of the sick is the least elastic. In "Three Thousand Skins", they are all the inferior skins."
"The skin of Taoism is the most elastic, the skin of Buddhism is the thickest, and the skin of demons is the smoothest..."
An idea somehow got into his mind, saying: "Really good skin will not stick to itself when it is peeled off, and as soon as it is peeled off, its essence, energy, and even memories can be left in the skin. This process
It is a test of patience. It is like dissecting a skin, cutting open his memory, and even unraveling his personality and heart."
"The edge of the knife always has to go deep into his most essential place, but it cannot touch its essence."
Moon Demon only thought that he had made another breakthrough in his magic power, and with endless inspiration, he followed these thoughts to unveil the skin of the little monk in front of him bit by bit.
Then there was a sudden pull and a swish sound.
Just like a leather bag breathing into the air, Xun Xun's voice seemed to be beating the air.
A complete skin was peeled off from Qian Chen's body.
Then a black shadow suddenly emerged from the groom's body, darted towards the leather bag in his hand, and got into it.
As soon as the human skin fell to the ground, a novice monk who looked exactly like Qian Chen smiled mysteriously and stood in the open space between Qian Chen and the groom.
He looked up at Qian Chen's original position and whispered: "Little monk, who do you think I am?"
He said proudly in his heart: "With my methods, I'm afraid he hasn't noticed that his skin is gone. I'll call him right now and see his face when he sees 'me' standing in front of him!"
"whee……"
"Who do you think I am?"
Moon Demon just raised his head and looked toward the voice, and saw where Qian Chen was, a man covered in loess, like a clay sculpture, lowering his head to recite Buddhist scriptures. He had no eyelids, and a pair of eyeballs were exposed on his face, but he still looked like a man.
It looks like it is made of yellow clay.
His gums were also exposed, and the voice in his mouth was slightly distorted...
This sound that was gradually going off track made Moon Demon suddenly understand a little bit more.
"He is reciting the Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra!"
Moon Demon suddenly felt that this skin bag was not tight, or in other words, it was empty. It was not as if he had put on a piece of clothing and squeezed into a leather bag, but as if he had walked into an empty room.
"Why is it empty?"
Such a thought flashed through Moon Demon's mind.
Then there was another kind of trembling rising from the heart. The skinless body was chanting sutras. What about that voice just now?
He suddenly remembered that those words came from his own mouth.
"Why is it not empty? If the self-nature is not empty, it cannot exist! There is a basis for emptiness! If my skin is not empty, then how should 'I' exist in it?"
This was his own answer in his heart.
"Emptiness is existence!"
"Being and non-being create each other!"
Two more voices sounded in my heart.
By this time, Moon Demon had understood that not only was it not empty, but it was also very crowded.
He untied the skin bag and threw away the flesh, bones and all reality in the skin bag. On top of the skin bag, there are memories, souls, consciousness, faces, names...
Then the inner substance is abandoned, and all forms are left on the skin.
What else is inside the empty skin?
That is ‘empty’!
The entity that made me up was put down!
The color that makes up me has become a skin!
Such an empty place.
It is the dependence of ‘I’, which is emptiness.
At this time, the Moon Demon suddenly understood the volume "Buddha Speaks of the Original Phenomenon of the White Bones" that Qian Chen was reciting in his ear.
He got into the emptiness of a certain supreme demon under his skin, and relied on its emptiness to rely on his own "being". He gave up an empty room and allowed himself to live in it.
But in that house, the skin, memory and name are the exterior of 'him'.
Emptiness, some dependence is within him...
So where is ‘I’?
I'm in the middle!
If ‘I’ have no emptiness, what is existence? My self depends on his emptiness, so I am also him!
"It turns out I am Qian Chen!"
Yue Mo suddenly realized and showed a relieved smile. Dressed as a novice monk, he touched his belly and found that he was really full now.
To be continued...