Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 325 Everything has something to do
Facing Pei Miaode's cynicism, Pudu Cihang was neither warm nor dry.

"How can a dead man speak?"

"With the appearance of His Highness's jade in the rough, no matter whether it is placed in Dongsheng Island or Julu Island, I am afraid that some Taoist Buddhas are willing to accept him as closed disciples, but this is He Niu State, which is a prosperous paradise opened up by us monsters. Your Highness was born here. It's really a pity that it's like a bright pearl cast in the dark."

On the face of the red-robed national teacher, there was still compassion for all living beings.

It's just that malice, even ordinary people who are illiterate can hear it.

"Is the national teacher saying that, is he trying to persuade me to surrender?"

Pei Miaode glanced at Pudu Cihang, and sneered disdainfully.

"If it were another clansman, maybe it would be true as His Highness said, but this old man is different. What I love to do most in my life is to train a genius like you!"

"Don't worry, I'll take your skin off, make it into a drum instrument, and grind your bones into a club..."

The smile on Pudu Cihang's face became more distorted.

As far as my practice is concerned, I have achieved my current level of cultivation after a lot of difficulties and dangers. How can these talented people, who have practiced casually for [-] or [-] years, be able to match the painstaking practice of most of his life? How unfair!

However, Pei Miaode interrupted him impatiently.

"Coincidentally, Father's old illness has been attacking recently, and his legs and feet will be sore when the weather is cloudy and humid. If you drink a centipede as big as you, the effect will be much better."

In terms of talking words, ten Purdue Cihangs are no match for him, a living Buddha.

What's more, the two of them bickered and joked this time, not for the sake of showing off their skills. In private, the two of them made more petty moves than the other.

"Okay, I want to have a look, Your Highness's bones are as hard as lips."

Thousands of golden lights were emitted from Pudu Cihang's body.

Bursts of life-threatening Buddhist sounds sounded, and countless malice were vented towards everyone, which was ten times and a hundred times stronger than before.

"Everything has something to do, like a dream bubble..."

The back of Pei Miaode's head also had halos, fighting against the golden light of Purdue Cihang.

With the sound of the scriptures, lotus flowers descended from the sky, and the golden light that destroyed bones also turned into rain that cured all diseases, dripping on everyone's bodies.

The Lotus Sutra of Miaofa can be practiced to a high level, which can distort and change the true and false according to one's will.

Cause and fate gather together, all in one thought.

In this way, the life-threatening mantra that wiped out the mind and spirit, transformed into the poplar nectar that heals the pain.

"I pity the sufferings of all living beings. When will you wait for ordinary people to go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss? If you don't take refuge at this moment, when will you wait?"

When all plans failed, a golden body of a Buddha statue suddenly appeared at Purdue Cihang.

The dark clouds cleared away, and it seemed that there was only one giant Buddha left between the heaven and the earth, descending on the mundane land with the long-cherished wish of saving all sentient beings.

"I take refuge in—"

Repeated voices of admonition resounded between the heaven and the earth, as if some eminent monks were giving orders, bewitching people's hearts, and persuading the world to respect the venerable in front of them,
"An insignificant skill actually dares to use an ax in front of Ben Gong?"

Pei Miaode showed his eyes between eyebrows and saw through the reality of this old Buddha at a glance.

It turned out that this golden Buddha was the remains of an eminent monk who had attained the Tao. The old centipede devoured all the flesh and blood, leaving only the skin of a fox and the prestige of a tiger.

No wonder he is full of Dharma, even if he is not preconceived, he may not be able to distinguish it.

Immediately, his body changed, and he saw the fragrant wind between the heaven and the earth, and there was a green-haired lion covered in colorful colors and wrapped in wreaths, standing impressively on the ground, surrounded by golden light all over his body.
Every time the green lion takes a step, a golden lotus will be born under its feet, without any dust of cause and effect in the world.

"I will break your unknown golden body first."

"Om!"

Pei Miaode manifested his dharma body in the shape of a Buddhist lion roaring.

The rolling sound seems to be chiseling into Pudu Cihang's heart. The relics left by the eminent monk during his lifetime are aroused by Buddhism, like melting ice and snow, losing the cover of Buddha's light, and Pudu Cihang's thick demonic aura can no longer be concealed.

But without the bewitching Buddha's light, everyone's minds quickly withdrew from their devout faith, their faces turned pale, and they were terrified.

"I'll take your skin again."

Pei Miaode recited the Four Nectar Mantras to rescue and guide the resentment in the slough of the eminent monk.

Gradually, the originally benevolent Buddha's face became sad, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, as if he felt boundless pain for the murder he had caused behind him.

It wasn't until Pei Miaode passed away with his fundamental mana that his knots in his heart were resolved, and his face became much more peaceful.

The wisdom fist seal formed by the golden Buddha's hands has also become the seal of meditation.

Dots of golden light disappeared in the air, turned into a relic, broke free from the shackles of Kai Pudu Cihang and flew towards Pei Miaode.

"Amitabha!"

In the dark, Pei Miaode vaguely saw a monk bowing to him with palms together, as if to thank him for saving his physical body from the sea of ​​suffering.

"hateful!"

Pudu Cihang only felt that the Buddha's power wrapped around him was dissipating, and he lost the coordination of the Buddha's power. The monster's power on his demon body and the fate of the Eastern Wu Kingdom seemed to be in contact with each other, and he reacted quickly and violently.

"Amitabha."

Pei Miaode caught the relic transformed from the golden Buddha Dharma Body and sighed.

"Damn it, I want to eat the flesh and drink the blood of your bald donkey, destroy my skin, ruin my practice, and I want you to never enter reincarnation!"

Purdue Cihang let out a shrill scream.

The Baizhang demon body is entrenched in the air, and it has the aura of a real dragon. In time, it may be able to practice both Buddha and demon, and pick a Dao fruit.

However, if someone exposes it once, all the plans for thousands of years will be in vain.

Pudu Cihang's huge demon eyes stared at Pei Miaode, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his heart.

Of course, the top priority is to relieve the internal injuries caused by the conflict of skills. If the contradiction between the demon power and the dragon energy cannot be resolved, let alone revenge, it is still a question of whether his life can be saved.

Pudu Cihang had a fierce look on his face, but he was already retreating in his heart.

"Want to escape?"

Unexpectedly, Pei Miaode had already seen through his bluff, the huge body of the green lion dharma body rushed to bite, and soon became entangled with the centipede spirit's demon body.

The green mane and scales splashed everywhere, and the golden and dark green blood splashed on the ground. Every collision of a supernatural being is like a landslide to the ordinary people on the ground. The tower propped up a shelter.

The same sacrificial vessel has completely different functions in the hands of warriors and monks.

Pudu Cihang, which has been partially transformed into a dragon, has fine dragon scales growing on the smooth carapace, and most of the hundreds of pairs of auxiliary legs have faded away, leaving only the waist and abdomen bulging around.

The fangs also fell off, showing a bit of the majesty of a real dragon.

But this also means that Pudu Cihang's centipede bloodline is transforming into the real dragon's bloodline, and an old-fashioned supernatural demon can't exert [-]% of his strength.

(End of this chapter)