Ren Qing climbed up while observing the traces on the surface of the rock wall.
He thus determined that the corpse of the Buddha that left the bottomless abyss should have been separated from the corpse, somewhat like an adult insect emerging from the pupa.
"Is Mrs. Ci deliberately raising weird things that look like Buddha?"
Ren Qing shook his head. It seemed that the Bottomless Abyss was not just a mass grave for the Ci family, but should have some special significance.
Huhuhu...
The hurricane roared, and several fresh corpses passed over his head.
He could obviously detect the faint Buddhist aura mixed in the corpse, which was finally absorbed by the Buddhist dream seed between the eyebrows.
Ren Qing's expression was slightly surprised. After mastering the Rebirth Technique and reaching the Yincha realm, he could vaguely see through part of the essence of Buddha's energy.
The appearance of Buddha's energy is like the seven colors of glass, which can guide evil people to do good, but it is more like the magic of the Eight Sutras than the jailer's method.
But the core was mixed with a rancid smell.
Ren Qing's eyes were slightly sour, as if he saw boundless resentment from the Buddha's aura, and countless remaining souls screamed heartbreakingly.
The original fetal membrane actively resisted the erosion from the Buddha's energy, and the slight tingling on his skin immediately brought him back to his senses.
Ren Qing felt fear in her heart.
As expected of the Great Compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva, he is far from being comparable to the Arhat who sits on a deer, and he almost got himself enlightened again.
It is hard to imagine that ordinary people would live in an environment filled with Buddhist aura.
Will they... still be human?
Ren Qing put the fetal flesh close to his body and sped up towards the ground.
As he got closer and closer to the light at the bottomless pit's exit, the Buddha's aura became stronger and stronger, but at the same time there was still the smell of incense.
Ren Qing was already very close to the ground. He was not in a hurry to leave the bottomless abyss and directly used his double pupil to maximize his vision.
What came into view was not the hell on earth as imagined, but a town.
The streets are busy with traffic, and the bottomless abyss is like a river across the town, and the residents walking there don't care at all.
The bricks throughout the town are like colored glaze, and there are simple altars every few dozen meters with statues of the compassionate Maitreya Bodhisattva.
There are also many temples, but they are all dedicated to the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva.
The smoke from the incense candle holder in front of the door floats around the town, making the place seem like a fairyland.
It’s hard to imagine that not long ago there was a Buddha corpse crawling out of the bottomless abyss.
Ren Qing noticed that the Ci people had very strange looks. Most of them had fair faces, plump faces, and fat ears.
Just like the Buddha statue sitting upright in the temple, it gives him a very Buddha-like feeling.
Ren Qing tried to use ghost shadows to contact the outside world, and found that although the Buddhist aura in the air was extremely strong, it was still within a bearable range.
He glanced into the deep darkness and could vaguely hear a roar.
Ren Qing used his arms hard and climbed out of the bottomless abyss. The dazzling sunlight with residual heat seemed to pull him from the earth to the human world.
The Buddhist dream seed slowly absorbed the Buddha's energy, causing a "swastika" to appear between his eyebrows.
Because of the blessing of the disaster elimination method, Ren Qing's existence is like a drop of water blending into the sea, without causing any waves.
He has finally experienced the feeling of being a ****. He is afraid that after the Disaster Elimination Technique reaches the Yangshen realm, he will directly pass through thousands of flowers without even a single leaf touching him.
Ren Qing looked around with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.
He swept through the hundreds of people on the street and didn't even see a woman. They were all men who looked like Buddhas.
"The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, bless you."
"The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, bless you."
………
Ren Qing's eyes were attracted by the ascetics on the street.
The ascetic monk seemed to be at least seventy or eighty years old. His old body bowed every three steps and he practiced in the city with a pious expression.
If Ren Qing hadn't discovered tens of thousands of corpses in the bottomless abyss, he might have really thought that the Buddhist monks of Cishi were vegetarians.
He randomly found a secluded corner to change into similar monk robes, and then wandered around the city unscrupulously.
The town is called "Tian Shang Tian" and is full of Buddhist elements. Everyone seems to be the most devout monk.
However, Ren Qing did not find any women along the way.
But there are children in the towns, which means that heaven is not sterile, and there must be some secrets hidden in it.
Seeing this silent moment, Ren Qing touched the ascetic's body with his ghostly shadow.
Information flow surges.
【Wisdom】
[Year: three]
[Shouyuan: one thousand three hundred and fifty years]
[Technology: Maitreya White Bone Sutra]
[Created by the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, the practice requires swallowing gold essence every day until the body turns into an immortal golden body, then it can be practiced. 】
Ren Qing was stunned for a few breaths, and then almost couldn't maintain the method of eliminating disasters. He canceled the information flow several times, but it still happened.
Even if his age and longevity were reversed, he wouldn't be so surprised.
But Ren Qing looked at the ascetic's face that was full of vicissitudes of life and his skin that was covered with grooves. It was impossible that he was only three years old.
Why has longevity reached more than a thousand years?
As for the painting style of the Maitreya White Bone Sutra, although it is strange, it is normal in this world.
Ren Qing took a deep breath and approached the ascetic monk Hui Wu. He used his double pupils to the extreme, but he didn't notice anything strange at all.
He is just an extremely ordinary mortal.
His legs are slightly disabled, his stomach has shrunk to the size of a fist due to long-term fasting, and his lungs have congenital diseases.
Ren Qing then checked all the nearby people one by one and found that the situation was the same.
For young children, the information flow shows that they are one year old; for young and middle-aged monks, the information flow shows that they are two years old; for old monks, they are three years old.
Monks all practice alternative techniques, and most of them use the Maitreya White Bone Sutra, and some use the Maitreya Skin Sutra.
But no matter what technique it is, there are no traces of practice on the outside.
[Maitreya Skin Sutra]
[Created by the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, the practice requires swallowing gold skin every day until the body turns into an immortal golden body, then it can be practiced. 】
If Ren Qing hadn't kept a low profile, he would have wanted to capture a few monks and take them to the Eternal Prison to obtain their memories and find out.
He used his ghostly shadow to explore Hui Wu's bones and flesh, and finally noticed that the soul in Niwan Palace was as old and decayed as his body.
In addition, there were traces of swallowed metal in Huiwu's stomach, indicating that he had indeed practiced the so-called Maitreya White Bone Sutra.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
After realizing it, he raised his head and looked at Ren Qing with hazy eyes.
This is the drawback of the disaster elimination method. When things related to Ren Qing affect others, it is likely that the other party will become aware of his own existence.
Huiwu's pupils dilated, and suddenly a man appeared in front of him.
I saw the man dressed in white monk robes, his aura was not like that of a mortal, and there were "swastika"-shaped lines between his eyebrows, which made him look extremely mysterious.
A touch of Buddhist energy pours into the center of the eyebrows, making the swastika glow with fluorescence.
"This must be the true form of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, who has come to save me and transform me into a Buddha."
As soon as Hui Wu had this thought, his state of mind became extremely pure, and the Buddha energy in the air poured into his body as if he had been guided.
The Buddha's energy destroyed Hui Wu's body, and soon his vitality became near death.
Ren Qinggang was about to use dream magic to erase Hui Wu's memory, but then he realized that the latter seemed to have misunderstood something.
With tears streaming down his face, Huiwu stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting scriptures.
Countless eyes around him looked at him with unabashed envy, but it was clear that Hui Wu was about to die completely.
"The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva..."
"The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva..."
They stopped one after another, clasped their hands and chanted scriptures, and some monks even knelt down directly on the ground, as if facing the Buddha.
More and more monks gathered, and the situation even started to get out of control.
Ren Qing clicked his tongue and silently retreated to the side.
Not long after, hundreds of monks came out of the temple called "King Kong Temple" and started bathing and changing clothes for Huiwu in the street.
The tattered monk's robes were replaced, and every inch of skin was carefully scrubbed with clean cotton cloth.
The many monks who were watching did not feel anything strange at all, and even regarded it as an honor, as if they were witnessing the Buddha's imminent arrival.
After Hui Wu was thoroughly taken care of, he no longer looked like an ascetic, but instead looked like an abbot who had been in a high position in a Buddhist temple for a long time.
"Congratulations on the passing of Master Huiwu..."
The leading middle-aged monk shouted respectfully.
Then four young and strong monks walked out, supported Hui Wu, who was already unconscious, and walked towards the bottomless abyss.
Hui Wu immediately experienced strange changes all over his body.
His flesh and blood began to dry up gradually, the pupils of his eyes turned blood red, and blood with a metallic luster continued to flow out of his facial features.
When Huiwu came to the bottomless abyss, his teeth and nails turned into a bronze color, and the Buddhist energy contained in him became more intense.
The content displayed in the information stream is also different.
【Wisdom】
[Year: three]
[Shouyuan: one day]
[Technology: Maitreya White Bone Sutra]
The longevity of more than a thousand years was gone, as if for some inexplicable reason, it was forcibly ripped away from Hui Wu's body.
But Ren Qing also confirmed it.
Perhaps Cishi has a special way to extend his life. For him, even if he doesn't extend his life for a thousand years, five hundred years is tempting enough.
Ren Qing naturally wants to obtain the secret of longevity.
But the first priority is to ensure your own safety. After all, it involves the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, who is at least equivalent to an earthly immortal.
The monk brought another earthen vat, and Huiwu was put into it. Then he filled it with charcoal and firewood, and finally it was completely sealed by the soil.
"Buddha in the flesh?"
Ren Qing suddenly remembered that in the previous life, there was a funeral method for monks in Jiuhua Mountain called sitting ceremony, in which the corpse was stuffed into a vat, and when the flesh and blood turned into withered flesh, it became a physical Buddha.
There was movement in the earthen vat, followed by Hui Wu's frightened wailing.
"I don't want to become a Buddha anymore. I don't want to become a Buddha anymore. The Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva save me..."
Unfortunately, his voice was masked by the deafening chanting of scriptures.
This ceremony lasted for several hours, until Huiwu died completely, and many monks regained their composure.
They opened the earthen vat again, and only Hui Wu's hideous-looking corpse remained inside.
The monk was cleaning the bronze-colored blood stained in the earthen vat, but he looked at the corpse in an ordinary manner, with a slight reverence on his expression.
They skillfully used tools to drill holes in the soles of the corpse's feet and top of the head, and then pulled out all the bones one by one.
The bones exude a metallic luster. If you don't look at the appearance, you would just think that they are made of gold.
