Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 312
As the murmurs gradually subsided, Zhang Zhen's figure also exploded completely into innocent energy.

Until his death, this mountain god who has been living since the Yuanzhi period may never have the answer he wanted.

Thousands of years of wear and tear have made him forget too many things.

Perhaps what is alive now is just an empty shell that only has the obsession with longevity.

The last wish that once protected the people may have been buried in the ashes of the years with the disintegration of the Dajing Dynasty.

"Amitabha."

On the other hand, with the demise of Zhang Zhen, the sound of monk Seng Wo's chanting is also coming to an end.

The chaotic souls who have been in the world for more than a thousand years are freed, break free from the shackles of the decayed body, and fall into a sound sleep as they wish. Perhaps for them, life is worse than death is the most difficult torture.

Without the maintenance of Zhang Zhen's mana, everything in Sanghuai Village quickly became decayed.

As if a thousand years of changes had passed in one day, when Pei Miaode fell back to the ground, there were only a few broken walls and ruins left, and scattered graves in the field.

The villagers who make living corpses have long lost the need to eat and work. The so-called illusion of men farming and women weaving is just Zhang Zhen's illusion to deceive and confuse the true spirit of the villagers.

Now that he is dead, everything will naturally return to its original appearance.

Monk Sengwo sighed, stood up from the yellow ground, and watched Pei Miaode walking straight towards him.

"Your Highness is looking for the poor monk today, I'm afraid it's not just to save all the wronged souls."

The old monk had a premonition.

Although Zhang Zhen is a mountain god and possesses endless power within a radius of tens of miles of Sanghuai Mountain, firstly he has been knocked down from his god position and lost his status as a mountain god, and secondly, he is relying on hundreds of villagers in Sanghuai Village To make offerings, to be able to keep the Lingtai immortal is already the limit.

These are obviously not enough for a practitioner in the inner scene realm.

If Chan Master Sengwo knew that Pei Miaode was only one step away from the supernatural powers, he might be even more confused about the other party's intentions.

"Senior Brother Mingjian, these villagers are indeed pitiful, but they are not the only ones who are pitiful. The luck of the Jing Dynasty in the past has been disintegrated, and many righteous gods of mountains and rivers have been reduced to wild gods, and there are more than hundreds of evil ones among them."

"It's just that there are fallen people one after another, and there are still several incidents of prostitution and sacrifice to wild gods in the files of Shanxiu Yiwei."

Pei Miaode's expression darkened.

"With the strength of my junior brother, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with these wild gods. The poor monk has gone astray for most of his life. Even if he has obtained the Dharma now, his strength is meager. I'm afraid it may not be able to help the younger brother."

It's not that Monk Sengwo doesn't want to help, but he just saw Zhang Zhen's aura of black clouds overwhelming the city just now, so he consciously made a move and just stepped forward to lead him to death.

"Senior brother, worry too much. Although Zhang Zhen has committed a heinous crime, he has some brains. He has come up with such a captive method. Although he has no cultivation base, he can at least keep his sanity."

"The remaining ghosts and gods have been reduced to the point where they feed on ghosts and feed on blood. No matter how powerful they were in the past, how much ability they have left now. It is rare to get away with sanity, so there is nothing to fear."

Pei Miaode first proceeded from the reality, and analyzed the current situation of those gods who used to be high above, and then spoke calmly.

"If I want to clarify the universe and re-establish the Shinto of Incense and Fire to resist demons, I have to clean up these old relics."

"Brother is also a monk. Naturally, I know that warriors only cultivate their lives and not their nature. It's okay to deal with ruthless monsters who suck blood, but once they face the mountain gods with supernatural powers, it's like hitting a stone with an egg."

"However, if I'm the only one, there's a risk that my body will be weak. After all, those warriors have only a short period of time to cultivate their true qi. If they are not careful, they may not be able to fall into the way of ghosts and gods. I hope that senior brother can help take care of one or two."

"When the younger brother plows out all the ghosts and gods in the Dayuan territory, he will personally escort the younger brother all the way back to the background."

Monk Sengwo was shocked when he heard the words, and then became worried.

He is a background person and a great national teacher who is deeply favored by the emperor, so he has naturally borrowed the secrets in the Royal Library.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the incense and fire gods played a key role in the sudden collapse of the former blazing scene.

After all, if there is no incense and divine way, how could Emperor Jing Yang get what he wanted so easily, borrowing the luck of the dynasty to fit himself into heaven.

Otherwise, no matter how great a feat an emperor with a limited lifespan is, he will only be harmed for a hundred years. With the background of the Dajing Dynasty, the suffering people will pass away.

But who would like to have a never-ending sun hanging high above their heads?
In the eyes of Zen Master Seng Wo, the magic of incense and fire is so attractive to the aristocratic families and emperors. How many people in the past and present can endure the temptation of immortality?

In time, Dayuan will surely repeat the mistakes of Jing Dynasty.

After listening to the other party's worries, Pei Miaode said that it doesn't matter, and he will definitely make a move at that time.

Monk Sengwo still underestimates the lifespan of monks. Master Neijing alone has a full lifespan of 600 years, let alone Pei Miaode, who will make a breakthrough by then, may live to survive more than ten generations by himself.

With his old ancestor watching by his side, which descendant of the royal family would dare to take the risk, risk the world's disgrace, and risk his life to follow the old path of Jing Dynasty?

"Besides, if I want to set up the sacred way of incense, I naturally have checks and balances."

Pei Miaode knew that this was the moment of confirmation, so he didn't keep any secrets from Monk Sengwo.

"I want to entrust the fate of the dynasty on the jade seal. The king of the Great Yuan will carry the luck of all the people, and the Taoism is inviolable, but he will lose the possibility of practicing for life. The stronger the Yuan Dynasty is, the more likely the emperor is to practice. slim."

"If my method is feasible, maybe senior brother can also use it with Hou Jingchao, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Monk Sengwo had to admit that he was moved by the words of the third burial brother.

Ever since he realized that the territory of Houjing was not as peaceful as he had imagined, Monk Seng Wo had always had a worry in his heart, that he could protect Houjing for a few years by relying on himself to drink poison and quench his thirst with the power of demons like walking on eggshells.

Even if he can resist the temptation, but what about his successor, can he guarantee that he will not be bewitched by demons, which will lead to irreversible consequences?
The practice method needs to be popularized, but it is not possible to cultivate a monk in ten or twenty years. Before that, what other means are more suitable besides incense and gods?
Monk Sengwo asked himself and couldn't figure it out.

If Pei Miaode's idea is really feasible, it will not only be a blessing to the Great Yuan, but also a blessing to the world.

Even with the current national fortunes of all countries, it is the limit to confer seven or eight gods, but one god is enough to protect a big city and benefit hundreds of miles around.

It is no exaggeration to say that Chan Master Seng Wo was moved for a long time.

(End of this chapter)