Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 334 The Road to Shura

   Song Zong did not experience a dying fight, and his lifespan was exhausted.

   His face was covered with ravines, and his newly grown short hair was also silver-white, like a dying man.

  Ren Qing wanted to support Song Zong Wuxing, but the latter shook his head.

   "Ren Qing, you should have reached the perfection of the shadowy realm, right?"

   "Well, the prototype of the supernatural power is called Dragon Yin in the Box, it is..."

  Ren Qing just wanted to explain his supernatural powers, but Song Zongwu stopped him and said, "You don't have to tell me so clearly, supernatural powers are fundamental, and you must not tell others."

"I know."

  Ren Qing has mixed feelings in his heart. Since he came to this world, Song Zongwu has played the role of guide and has a great favor to him.

  If I die here...

  Song Zongwu said: "In the end, you have to walk the path of cultivation by yourself."

  Ren Qing turned to look at Song Zongwu, how could it feel like his last words before his death, even though there was no death in the latter's tone.

   He said tentatively, "If you use magic to prolong your life, you should still be able to..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

  Song Zongwu let out a heroic laugh, and the breath he exuded not only did not weaken, but instead became more prosperous, like a burning fireworks.

   "If I break through the Yangshen Realm, I will leave Xiangxiang after Jingzhou and go back to the Inspiration Temple. If I don't break through, then I will give up."

   "Inspiration Temple?!"

  Ren Qing thought of the temple on Liuli Mountain, it was called Inspiration Temple.

   "That's where I practiced when I was a child. It's really far, far away from Xiangxiang."

   "Senior Song, have you recovered your memory?"

  Ren Qing once asked Song Zong about Buddhism, but the memory of the latter before he came to Xiangxiang disappeared inexplicably.

   "Remember."

  Ren Qing informed Song Zongwu of the incident he encountered in Liuli Mountain before, and the latter just nodded, as if he had already anticipated it.

   Song Zongwu had no intention of concealing from him, and told the details of Buddhist techniques, the content of which was horrifying.

  Buddhism does not divide the realm, but the class after becoming a Buddha is divided into "Arhat fruit", "Bodhisattva fruit" and "Tathagata fruit".

  Ren Qing couldn't help but wonder: "Becoming a Buddha?"

   "You will become a Buddha when you practice your techniques to perfection. The Arhat Bodhisattva Tathagata is just a division of Buddhas, collectively referred to as Buddhas. There is no realm in practice..."

  Song Zongwu was too young at the time, so he had no idea about it, but even if the Buddha was an earthly immortal, he was at least a bit weird.

   "Once you master the Buddhist arts, there will be no bottleneck during your practice."

  Ren Qing remembered the erosiveness of Buddha Qi that was comparable to that of a demon, and couldn't help asking: "Because Buddha Qi is difficult to control?"

   "No, Buddhist magic can indeed control the Buddha's energy."

  Song Zong did not signal Ren Qing to look at the Hundred Buddhas behind him.

   "But as long as the cultivation achieves the true fruit, and the Buddha attains at most a hundred years, the body and soul of the monk will be swallowed up by the Buddha's energy for no reason. It can also be said to become a part of the Buddha's fruit status."

   "Swallowing dozens of Buddhas as Arhats, swallowing hundreds of Buddhas as Bodhisattvas, and swallowing thousands of Buddhas as Tathagatas, Buddha-qi is...a great terror."

  Ren Qing carefully counted the pictures of hundreds of Buddhas, and there are ninety-seven Buddhas above, which means that this fruit state has swallowed ninety-seven Buddhas.

   "The name of the Buddhist art I practice is Fudo Sutra, which corresponds to the sitting deer Arhat."

  Because of the uniqueness of the fruit status, the immovable scriptures can only be practiced by one person at the same time, and there are also restrictions on the qualifications of "Buddha sons".

   Song Zong said with a self-deprecating laugh: "If I had just broken through the Yangshen realm with the help of Buddha Qi, my Buddhist cultivation would indeed improve greatly."

  Ren Qing didn't know what to say, how could there be such a strange spell in the world?

   The glazed mountain is probably Jingzhou, where Song Zong never came. He wants him to cultivate the immovable scriptures as soon as possible, which shows the power of Buddhism.

  The two came to the foot of the mountain while they were talking, and they immediately climbed towards the top.

   "I was only five or six years old when I left the Inspiration Temple. I didn't know much about Buddhism, but I vaguely remember that many eminent monks lived ten lives before they died."

  Ren Qing understood what Song Zongwu meant in his words.

  What Buddhist monks can do is to delay becoming a Buddha as much as possible and avoid disasters by means of reincarnation, but the tenth life is already the limit.

   If mortals were allowed to choose, it is estimated that many of them would practice Buddhism.

   In this tenth life, even if you don’t touch magic, you can live for at least forty or fifty years, that is four or five hundred years of leisurely years.

   If you deliberately prolong your life, you can live for at least a thousand years.

  Although the final outcome is the same.

  Ren Qing looked at Song Zongwu in a complicated way, shocked by the latter's courage.

   Obviously already on the verge of death, as long as you accept the Buddha Qi, you can break through the Yangshen realm, and wait for the past thousand years to consider the matter of cultivation.

   But Song Zong did not choose the most difficult path.

   Song Zongwu was out of breath while climbing the mountain, his body was soaked with blood and sweat, and even the pupils in his eyes were shaking slightly.

   "Senior Song, do you know how many lives you have lived?"

  Song Zong did not regain his senses, took a sip of wine tremblingly, and then replied: "Of course I don't know, so I have to live desperately."

  Ren Qing was speechless.

  The two walked to the top of the mountain in silence. The journey was originally half an hour, but Song Zongwu spent more than five hours.

  Song Zongwu stood on the rocky cliff and couldn't help stretching.

  As the sun sets in the west, the fiery red light covers the top of the mountain, and the dead leaves all over the ground are set off like gold, and the dew glitters.

   "After you lose your cultivation base, you can see how beautiful this world is."

   Song Zong said without a sigh.

   Then he turned to look at Ren Qing, and said again: "Ren Qing, you came with me up the mountain, but now I want to see the scenery under the mountain."

"I'll bring you…"

  Ren Qing's heart beat wildly, and his face became a little red.

   With Song Zongwu's physique, it is no doubt that he will cut off his life by going down the mountain again.

"no need."

  Song Zongwu's eyes were extremely sharp, Ren Qing and Song Rong in his eyes overlapped, he couldn't help but reprimanded: "Either help me collect the corpse, or witness my achievement of the sun god!"

   "How can I be old and die?!"

   "How can I, Song Zongwu, wait to die in old age?!"

  Song Zongwu drank the peach wine in one go, and jumped towards the cliff with his legs, and his body fell out of control towards the ground at a very fast speed.

  The mountain wind hit his face, it was really happy.

  Ren Qing subconsciously took a half step forward, but in the end he couldn't bear to close his eyes tightly.

  Song Zong Wuzhi felt that his consciousness was being stretched infinitely, and the pressure from death caused hallucinations in front of him.

   Memories flashed back like a marquee.

  …

  The magnificent Buddhist temple is filled with the smell of incense, and the percussion of wooden fish is constantly sounding.

   In the center is the statue of Arhat riding a deer, which is exuding a faint light, as if to engulf everything around it.

   The little novice squatted at the bottom of the altar, and a monk lightly kicked his exposed buttocks.

   The monk couldn't help laughing and scolded: "Liaowu, ah, no, I know your master is looking for you in the meditation room, why are you hiding here to avoid the limelight?"

   "Understood, Senior Brother Huiwu."

   No novice ran to the side hall with his **** covered, but the road was very deserted.

   He came to the door of the meditation room, put his head in front of the gap to look, but couldn't see the figure of Master, so he simply opened the door and walked in first.

   As soon as Wu Wu entered the room, he was attracted by the two books placed on the wooden table.

   He opened the book and looked at it, the content inside was jerky and incomprehensible, and the illustrations were full of all kinds of evil ghosts, and he couldn't help but turn pale.

   "Asura method?"

   All of them unknowingly fell into the gods, and was shocked by the mystery of the Asura method.

   At this time, the picture became blurred, as if a section in the middle was forcibly deleted, and the next breath Buddha hall turned into a burning ruins.

   stood in place with no ragged clothes.

  The monks were all dealing with the injuries of their companions, and the sound of crying could be heard, and the statue of the deer-riding Arhat was also turned into two halves.

   Hopeless towards the fire, an old monk who could not see his face walked up to him.

  The old monk patted off Wu's dust and said in a helpless tone: "After all, you can't escape, you are destined to become a Buddha."

   "Master, I don't want to be a son of Buddha..."

  The old monk's expression was a little consoling, and then he said: "That's the case."

   He slapped out with a violent palm and hit Wu on the forehead. Amidst the inconceivable exclamations of many monks, Wu Wu lost his life.

  The old monk pulled away Wu's soul, and then floated away from the Inspiration Temple.

   He is going to find the corpse of a baby who died prematurely. It is best to be near death. He must also be born with broken arms and cut off the five senses.

   But without being possessed by such a baby, I am afraid that he will not be able to live for a few days.

  The old monk murmured, "If one doesn't work, then two, and if two don't work, then three."

  …

  The setting sun sank into the horizon, and the mountain wind was a bit biting.

  Song Zongwu's pupils condensed again, only more than ten meters away from the ground.

   If it wasn't for the mountain wind blowing into his mouth, he wouldn't even have the strength to breathe.

  Song Zongwu's vitality gradually disappeared, and his death intent came to his heart. Even before hitting the ground, his body showed signs of collapse.

   The five senses have black and red blood flowing, and the strange things in the body begin to revive.

   Although Song Zongwu did not close his eyes, his eyes were plunged into darkness, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

   He was still half a meter from the ground.

   "Master taught the two-door guard method, the Asura method requires both arms to be mutilated, and the listening technique requires the loss of the five senses..."

   "If there is a next life, I should not be able to meet the conditions for cultivation."

   Song Zongwu grinned.

   He has no memory of the techniques taught by his master, but the suffering he has experienced is engraved in his flesh and bones, forcibly supporting his failing heart to beat slowly.

   "I'm really not reconciled, being led away by Fu Jingjing, I'm really not reconciled..."

  The wooden fish was knocked heavily.

   "Children, you haven't woken up yet!!"

  Song Zongwu opened his blood-red eyes, his jaws closed like a hungry wolf.

   In order to keep his consciousness awake, he directly bit off his tongue, warm blood pooled in his mouth, and the smell of blood proved that he was still alive.

   "Either step by step, or step by step to die."

   Song Zongwu stretched out his arm and his fingertips touched the ground.

  Boom! !

  Inexhaustible strength burst out from the depths of his heart, two arms grew out of his armpits again, and his six eyes turned pure black.

   Song Zong turned over and landed without dexterity, the Hundred Buddhas on his back were suppressed by the underworld, and chains pulled the Buddha's lines into his flesh and blood.

   Yangshen realm is achieved.

   Since then, there has been no four-armed Yama, only six-armed Shura.

   "After suffering, you will not fall. This is the way of Asura."

   (end of this chapter)