Chapter 372 Becoming a Buddha? Still can’t escape sitting down

Ren Qing's expression suddenly became solemn. If nothing else happened, another Buddha corpse should be crawling from the bottomless abyss to the ground.

He calculated the time and found that it was almost time for the Buddha's corpse to revive.

Ren Qing knew that the Buddha's corpse was involved in Ci's secret, so he could take this opportunity to find out.

His heart is full of mysteries.

Why does the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva allow the heaven to maintain such a strange situation, with hundreds of thousands of monks circulating endlessly, are they prisoners trapped in it, or do they have other motives?

Ren Qing closed his eyes tightly. In a sense, the truth about the Buddha's corpse also determined whether he wanted to cut the leeks.

His thoughts moved slightly, and the ghost hidden in the Vajra Temple quietly came out of the corner and reached the top of the temple's eaves.

Because the outside world is not dark night, in order to see more clearly, Ren Qing sent the dream seed to the edge of the exit of the bottomless abyss.

The dream seeds flickered in and out, and after they stopped moving, they merged into the surrounding environment.

By absorbing the nightmare aura produced by the nightmare transformation, Ren Qing made the soul butterflies and dream seeds have a tendency to transform.

It's a pity that there are too few monks who commit crimes in eternal prisons.

After the forbidden areas of immortality are interconnected, more evil-doing monks can be used as generators to produce the aura of nightmares.

Ren Qing covered up the traces of the technique and was ready to escape at any time.

Bang...bang...bang...bang

The movement in the bottomless abyss became louder and louder, and the flesh and blood statues could be heard continuously reciting scriptures, making the town boil.

"The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, bless you."

Hundreds of thousands of monks knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards the source of the sound.

Because of their Buddhist aura, their spiritual intelligence has long been different from that of ordinary people, and they have inexplicable paranoia about becoming a Buddha.

Maybe you will only wake up when you sit down and pass away.

"We sincerely welcome the living Buddha to cross the sea of ​​suffering."

The abbot of the Vajra Temple shouted in a deep voice, and at the same time directed the monks to carry the utensils, his eyes filled with ecstasy over the Buddha's corpse.

The Wanpi Temple in the west of the city is also making big moves.

The remaining hundreds of temples are mainly Vajra Temple and Wanpi Temple. They moved various items to the open space next to the bottomless abyss.

These include hundreds of earthen jars and half-meter-large pestles and mortars.

Thousands of monks surrounded the bottomless abyss, and the monks from Wanpi Temple and Vajra Temple stood in the center.

The novice monk was a hundred meters away, his eyes full of confusion.

The monks who had no official temple could only kneel on both sides of the street from a distance.

The monks of the temple tidied up the open space in an orderly manner, pulled out all the weeds, and spread it with cinnabar powder mixed in the soil.

It was hard to imagine that what they were about to receive was a corpse.

"Hey hey hey hey hey..."

Hundreds of young and strong monks pulled the giant stone lotus throne and transported it from the outskirts of the town to the center of the open space.

When they were ready, they sat cross-legged and next to the lotus throne.

Ren Qing glanced at the climbing Buddha corpse, and could clearly feel the Buddha's aura coming towards his face, as well as an unpleasant rotten stench.

The corpse of the Buddha that came to heaven this time was only a little over a hundred meters in size. It clung to the rock wall with both arms and struggled toward the ground.

The Buddha's corpse was purple-green all over, like an old corpse that had been dead for a long time. The ulcers on the skin on the back spread to the whole body.

The closer it is to the exit, the more signs of decay there are.

The reason why the Buddha corpse takes so much effort is mainly because the bottomless abyss binds it, like countless pairs of arms holding it tightly.

Ren Qing quickly noticed that the corpse inhabited by the Buddha's corpse was located on the inner side of the right leg and was a deformed mass of flesh composed of hundreds of corpses.

The face on the ball has a ferocious expression, as if it is suffering from great pain.

"Ahhhhh..."

Screams came.

The Buddha's corpse was suddenly torn off by the strong wind, a palm-sized piece of skin was torn off, dark red blood seeped out from it, and maggots could still be vaguely seen squirming.

The chanting of scriptures became harsh and full of spite.

As Ren Qing watched with numbness, all the skin on the Buddha's body was torn off, and the deformed flesh also fell off.

The Buddha's corpse finally came to the ground. Its bloody appearance didn't smell like a Buddha at all. It looked more like a skinned evil ghost from the underworld.

The Buddha spirit spreads.

All the monks present held their heads and their necks were covered with veins.

Ren Qing squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and attached the ghost shadow to the body of the abbot of the Vajra Temple to observe the memory in his soul.

As a result, my conscious memories were very messy, as if they were forcibly mixed together.

At this moment, Ren Qing felt extremely frightened.

Why do the monks in the sky change their appearance from a child to a young man to an old man, but he doesn't notice any difference at all.

Ren Qing discovered that it was not that they had lost their intelligence, but that no one realized it.

The magical power of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva is very unusual.

He divided hundreds of thousands of monks into three states, making the memory of each state independent.

Young children, adults, old age.

To put it simply, a monk who was a child will not have the memory of his prime and old age.

In the eyes of a young child, his life is very normal. Little does he know that out of the three days that passed, two were shared with the middle-aged and the old.

As for the purpose of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, Ren Qing didn't know clearly, but the fear in his heart couldn't help but become more intense.

Under the influence of the Buddhist energy emanating from the Buddha's corpse, the memories of the temple monks began to intertwine.

All kinds of emotions are amplified several times.

Their admiration for the Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva turned into fanaticism, but at the same time, the fear in their hearts also increased exponentially.

A total of seven to eight hundred monks went completely crazy because of this. Their spirits had apparently collapsed, and they got up and jumped into the bottomless abyss.

The surviving monks also began to talk to themselves, not knowing what they were talking about.

The scene suddenly became extremely chaotic.

Only the novice monks in the temple were far away from the Buddha's corpse and were not affected by the Buddha's energy.

The corpse of the Buddha was sitting cross-legged on the lotus throne, minding its own business. Blood was still flowing from its skinned body, and the smell of blood penetrated its mouth and nose.

After a while, another hundred monks in the temple died, and the remaining ones completely stabilized their state of mind, but it was obvious that their spiritual intelligence was gone.

They were as confused as walking zombies, and their eyes were full of fanaticism.

The Buddha's corpse glanced around with greedy eyes, as if waiting for something.

"The Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva..."

He clasped his hands together and walked out of the crowd. His dilated pupils were full of worship for the Buddha, and he even wanted to sacrifice himself.

Ren Qing's ghost shadow was attached to his conscious body, and he immediately noticed something strange.

Information flow surges.

【Buddha Soul】

[It is eroded by the Buddha energy of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva. After eating it, the corpse will not decay for many years and turn into an immortal golden body. 】

Ren Qing couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Buddha skin, Buddha bones, Buddha soul, Buddha corpse, can we really create a true Buddha with these?

When I consciously walked into the depression of the pestle and mortar, several mature monks lifted up the two-meter-long medicine stick and dropped it, instantly turning it into minced meat.

Just one monk was not enough, soon several more people walked into the pestle and mortar, and blood, flesh and bones were scattered everywhere, making the scene extremely horrifying.

Only after the flesh and blood in the pestle and mortar overflowed, the monk stopped.

Immediately, the monks from Wanpi Temple took out pieces of intact Buddha skins, and the monks from Vajra Temple took out the Buddha bones ground into powder.

Even though they have no intelligence at all, their movements appear to be extremely skillful.

Dozens of monks climbed onto the feet of the Buddha's corpse, first applied a layer of Buddha's soul and flesh, then attached the Buddha's skin to the skin of the Buddha's corpse, and finally painted it with gold paint using Buddha's bone powder.

It was as if they were shaping a Buddha statue, and the appearance of the Buddha's corpse became more and more solemn.

The sound of chanting scriptures was deafening.

After every inch of the skin of the Buddha's corpse turned golden, the monks sat back to their original positions, but there were only a few scattered people.

The Buddha's corpse made a loud voice: "Are you willing to go to the Western Paradise?"
To be continued...