Ye Xiong turned around and took Meng Po Tang over, walked up to the woman, and threw it over.
The woman's jagged hands took Meng Po Tang and suspended it in mid-air, hesitating.
"Let your Nascent Soul come out, and I will carve a mark into your soul. In this way, I will be able to find you when you are reborn."
The woman did not respond, raised her head, and drank the whole drink in one gulp.
"If we are destined to meet, so what if we meet if we don't?"
As soon as she finished speaking, countless rays of light suddenly rose from the woman's body and shot straight into the sky.
That was when the light of her soul began to disappear and she entered reincarnation.
After the soul left, the woman's body was immediately swallowed up by blood and water and turned into nothingness.
"I hope you will be reincarnated in the next life and have a good pregnancy."
Ye Xiong sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the "Rebirth Mantra" as his final farewell to her.
Suddenly, something on his body came out of his body.
It is the eighth-level "Brahma Sacred Gong".
In addition to the six words on the eighth level of "Brahma Sacred Gong" on the front page of this small book, there is only one word "Enlightenment" in it.
Other than that, it's empty, nothing.
Suddenly, the booklet "Brahma Sacred Art" soared over the blood pool, attracting the light of those souls.
Under the illumination of the soul's light, something shocking happened to him.
The booklet that originally had no text, after being exposed to the light of the woman's soul, revealed the text at the speed that the naked eye could see.
In a moment, the empty booklet was filled with words.
Ye Xiong recalled the brochure and took a look. He was surprised and happy at the same time.
"This bad old man is very bad." Ye Xiong understood instantly.
It turns out that this booklet does not only have the word "enlightenment", but it has text in it.
It's just that these words can only be revealed with the light of her soul after he saves Yiyi.
If he obtains the pamphlet and does not help to save Yiyi, he will never be able to obtain the eighth level of the "Brahma Sacred Technique" in his life.
"Routines, full of routines!"
Ye Xiong had so many thoughts at the moment, he quickly picked up the brochure and started reading it.
"Buddha is everywhere."
"There are Buddhas in heaven and earth."
"Everything has a Buddha."
"There is a Buddha for all living beings."
"..."
"Contract with the way of heaven, save all living beings, obtain the blessings of the way of heaven, recite the incantation 'Om Mani Padme Hum', and obtain the power of the stars..."
"Is it possible that the eighth level of the "Brahma Sacred Art" has a contract with the Heavenly Dao, and that the Brahma Sacred Art can save all living beings and receive help from the Heavenly Dao?"
Ye Xiong quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and began to communicate with the way of heaven according to the eighth level communication method of "Brahma Sacred Technique".
Originally, he thought that the method of communicating with the way of heaven this time was like the last time he created "The Palm of the Buddha", where the way of heaven descended from the sky and blessed the spear.
What he never expected was that just when he activated the eighth level of "Brahma Sacred Art" to communicate with the way of heaven, the Destiny Wheel in his body suddenly came out from the inner world and floated above his head, dripping.
The ground is spinning.
"This is?"
Ye Xiong looked at the Wheel of Destiny in disbelief.
This was the first time that the Wheel of Destiny left his body on its own initiative after he obtained it.
Not only does it actively leave the body, it also seems to be alive and alive.
After spinning around for a moment, a beam of light suddenly shot out from the surface of the Destiny Wheel and fell on Ye Xiong.
Then, a burst of vicissitudes of life came, distant, and with a pious voice.
"Confirming identity..."
"Name: Ye Xiong..."
"Calculating the amount of merit..."
Then, a water curtain appeared above the Wheel of Destiny.
Above the water mirror, Ye Xiong's life is being played with a beam of light.
Under the water curtain is a number as big as a fist, and addition and subtraction numbers are constantly appearing on the right.
"Unify the world of cultivation and add a thousand merits."
"Unify the world of immortals and demons, and add five thousand merits."
"Restore peace to the True Immortal World and add eight thousand merits."
"If the person I love, Yang Xiaoqiao, dies, the amount of merit will be reduced by three thousand."
"Killing innocent people and killing people will reduce the amount of merit by one thousand."
"Save people ***, increase the amount of merit, 20,000."
"..."
"Educate Lin Yiyi and increase the amount of merit, two hundred."
Ye Xiong was dumbfounded as he watched the Destiny Wheel calculating all this.
Five minutes later, the Destiny Wheel finally finished calculating the merits of his life.
The numbers were fixed, and the number of merit displayed above was: 35780.
"The exchange rate between the amount of merit and the light of the stars is one to one. Do you want to exchange it?"
A selection box appears above the Destiny Wheel water curtain.
Ye Xiong stupidly clicked the word 'yes'.
"Please enter the redemption amount."
There is another box, and there is a word "Exchange All" on the left.
35780 The star power of the holy light.
Ye Xiong was stunned and had not yet recovered from the surprise.
Such a huge power of stars is enough for him to cultivate to the seventh level of "Human Emperor Sutra"
The "Human Emperor Sutra" can be practiced compared to the "Brahma Sacred Art". Such a huge star light is very likely to be enough for him to upgrade both the "Brahma Sacred Art" and the "Human Emperor Sutra" to one level, or even break through to half a step.
Mahayana, nothing is impossible.
"Isn't it to unify the world of cultivation, unify the world of immortals and demons, and unify the world of true immortals? How can there be so much merit?"
Ye Xiong knew that he had done many good deeds in his life, and had helped countless star regions, planets, and monks escape from the sea of suffering.
If you really have merit and virtue, it would be quite a lot.
Although Venerable Brahma has done a lot of good deeds, he has not done such earth-shattering things as himself.
The army of hundreds of thousands of monks who were almost killed by Isha when they attacked the Holy Mountain alone. If Ye Xiong hadn't taken action, these hundreds of thousands of monks would have died innocently.
It is a great merit to have such a huge head counted on oneself.
Ye Xiong stretched out his finger tremblingly, pointed at the input box in the air, and entered the amount of one thousand merits.
"I hope it's not a dream." Ye Xiong said excitedly.
"Exchange in progress."
The Wheel of Destiny is turning slowly.
A huge vortex appeared in the air above his head, and a piece of star power spread out from the middle of the vortex and entered Ye Xiong's body.
He quickly used the "Brahma Sacred Technique" to guide the light of the stars into his body and refine it into Buddha essence.
After a while, he absorbed all the power of a thousand holy light stars and was convinced.
"I'm rich, I'm really rich now." Ye Xiong looked up to the sky and laughed.
He never expected to encounter such an opportunity. To him, it was no different than pie falling from the sky.
Sure enough, good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds. It is not that there will be no retribution, but that the time has not yet come.
"Destiny Wheel, come back here." Ye Xiong made a big move.
The Wheel of Destiny immediately returned to his body and entered the inner world.
At this moment, Ye Xiong felt like a nouveau riche. He really wanted to leave here immediately, find a place to exchange all the more than 30,000 merits, and try to break through the half-step Mahayana again.
"Don't worry, since monks who can be saved from the eighteenth level of hell are rewarded with merit, why don't I try to save some monks. A monk like Lin Yiyi who can be saved from the third level of hell can be saved so easily with two hundred merit. If
There are ten or more than ten levels, wouldn’t each of them have thousands of merits?”
"Ten is ten thousand, and one hundred is one hundred thousand."
The light of the stars obtained by one hundred thousand merits is enough for him to practice the "Human Emperor Sutra" to the eighth level.
Thinking of these, Ye Xiong felt his heartbeat speed up.
(: After thinking about it for a long time, I feel that I am not suitable for writing. I am too lazy and irresponsible. I write slowly and make no money. This may be my last update this year. Thank you everyone for your continued support.)