Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 382 Everything is cheap

  The monks in the heavens go to bed later than ever. After all, apart from reciting scriptures, they also spend a lot of time cooking food.

  In a sense, their behavior is now more normal, but the food they eat is a bit unbearable to look at.

  When the rotten rice was finished, the monks began to attack the plants and trees in the city. Even though it was early summer, all the leaves had already fallen off.

  Ren Qing observed through Menghua that the monk's appetite swelled to such an extent that he was so hungry that he didn't even notice that he swallowed his fingers in his stomach.

  The food in the sky doesn't last long at all. When all the grass and trees are eaten, I don't know what the monks will eat.

  Ren Qing doesn't think too much about it.

  He then selected hundreds of thousands of monks and pulled those patients with mild schizophrenia into the small world of Nanshan.

  Ren Qing has no choice but to deal with the schizophrenia of hundreds of thousands of monks.

   Originally, it could be erased by the Six Diseases Method, but the current schizophrenia is spreading faster than the Six Diseases Method can do.

   He checked the Nanshan Artifact Spirit. After the latter's training last night, the number of people in the small world increased by two or three thousand.

   At most, the day after tomorrow can be full.

  Ren Qing began to pull the monk's evil thoughts into the small world of Nanshan, and soon there were 14,000 or 5,000 people in the empty space.

  They sat cross-legged on the futon, reciting scriptures reverently.

  If Ren Qing turned the small world of Nanshan into a paradise of bliss in the west, it would be like a scene of Buddha preaching the Dharma.

  The fairy in the mirror cooperated with the dream spell, and the stump of the corpse appeared in front of the monk.

   They couldn't hold back even half a breath, and frantically stuffed it into their mouths, and the flesh and bones splashed out, looking extremely bloody.

  When the evil thoughts intensify, the alienation of flesh and blood acts on the body at the same time.

   In just a moment, more than 10,000 monks turned into pillars of flesh and blood with thousands of hands, and hundreds of arms grabbed blood and food in all directions.

  Ren Qing glanced at his own information flow, the growth rate of Shouyuan was faster than last night, and it had exceeded a hundred years in a short period of time.

   He even had an illusion.

  If you can keep yourself in the sky for a long time, you can set foot on the earth in ten years at most, and the longevity of your heart is just around the corner.

  Ren Qing calmed down again, but luck was not a good thing, and a major event came to him.

   Besides, if he had no other chance to obtain life essence, the terrifying life essence needed by the Earth Immortal was simply not something that the Dream Butterfly Technique could collect.

   "The Sutra of the Dead, the Sutra of the Dead, no matter what the meaning of longevity, as long as I can live long, I can use this to transcend..."

  Ren Qing closed his eyes tightly, observing the changes of monks and Buddha Qi with his consciousness, and his evil thoughts absorbed madness as nutrients to grow.

  Buddha Qi is extremely vast as the sea, and the evil thoughts are infinitely diluted as soon as they are integrated, but they can still be detected more or less.

  When the sky was getting brighter, the evil thoughts left the small world of Nanshan on their own.

  Ren Qing called out the information flow.

  【Shouyuan: One thousand nine hundred and seventy-eight years】

   It was only two short nights, and it was almost equal to Ren Qing's ten years in the prison hall, but the thousand-year-old life essence in the sky was still just as inconspicuous as a drop in the ocean.

   After hesitating for a moment, Ren Qing decided to immediately promote Yongjian Linghu to the Yangshen Realm.

   Consuming the life element as much as possible can also improve the efficiency of life extension in disguised form.

  Three-inch human world after Ren Qing Shouyuan reached the level of two thousand years, the Shouyuan obtained will be at least 30% to 40%, or even more.

   He arranged magical instruments in the cave to shield the breath of magic spells, and engraved with moon patterns with similar effects, so as not to attract the existence of the outside world.

   Fortunately, if the information flow is promoted to the realm, the movement caused by it can almost be omitted, otherwise Ren Qing really dare not make a breakthrough here.

  After everything was ready, Ren Qing also checked it several times to make sure that there were no omissions.

   Just when he closed his eyes and visualized the gluttonous method, and reached the peak of his state, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up to the sky in amazement.

   On the city wall near the north, monks were crowded like sardines.

   The remaining hundreds of thousands of monks are also in the adjacent streets.

   Their eyes were fixed on the outside of the city at the same time, their expressions were extremely grim, and strange golden blood dripped from their clenched teeth.

  The faces of the monks are obviously round, but the sunken eyes seem to have been hungry for several days, as if they were starved ghosts from the cave.

  The city has been dug three feet, and any grass and trees have been eaten clean.

  If it wasn't for the Buddha's spirit to limit them to the sky, I'm afraid they would have rushed to the mountains and forests, and they would have a good meal.

  The road was dusty.

   A full 50,000 to 60,000 refugees came to the sky.

  Compared to the monks in the city, they can be described as yellow-faced and skinny, but their eyes are full of reverence for Maitreya Bodhisattva.

   After all, the heaven to be reached is the rumored Pure Land.

   The reality did not deviate from the expectations. After turning over the last hill, a town that seemed to be made of colored glass came into view.

  The followers of Maitreya Bodhisattva Daci fell to their knees one after another, and soon tens of thousands of people joined together, and sobbing could be heard.

   The speed of the team's progress suddenly accelerated.

   They seem to be able to see their life in the heavens, no longer suffering from illness, nor suffering from hunger, and can always be carefree.

   But when the refugee wave approached the sky, the leading monk stopped.

   They stared at the city wall in horror, only to see countless monks standing on it, licking their lips greedily.

  The old monk led by the refugees did not set foot in the sky in a hurry, and stayed where he was, not knowing what to think.

   He did not go to the city wall, and the rest of the team chose to wait quietly, which shows how terrifying the prestige of the old monk among the refugees.

The young monk beside    asked, "Old Master, how can I... how..."

   He opened his mouth several times but failed to say disrespectful words, but his expression already revealed the panic in his heart.

   "Doesn't feel like a world?"

  The old mage took a deep breath and said, his trembling hands revealing the throbbing in his heart.

"it's me…"

   The old mage forced a smile out of his wrinkled face, and said in a flat tone: "The seas and fields are vicissitudes, nothing is eternal, the same is true in the sky."

  The young monk looked at the old master and looked at the lunatic people all over the city, but he still said firmly: "I still want to go to heaven, that's just the test of Maitreya Bodhisattva, I don't experience suffering..."

   Before he finished speaking, he found that the old mage was walking towards the open city gate, and the latter stopped at the same time.

   "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell."

   Tens of thousands of people witnessed the old Master approaching the sky, and couldn't help holding their breath.

  The old master walked into the city smoothly, and he was greeted by tens of thousands of monks. His naked appetite seemed to indicate something.

   The refugees had hope in their eyes and planned to follow in the footsteps of the old mage.

Roar…

  The roar of wild beasts came from the city, and then a monk rushed towards the old master with both legs, and the rest of the monks rushed to get ahead.

   They gnawed at the flesh and blood of the old mage, and in just a few breaths, there was only a dilapidated corpse left on the spot.

   The old mage shook his head before he died, as if he was persuading the refugees silently.

  Many monks looked outside the city again, and the bones were quickly pulled into the bottomless abyss and thrown into the pitch-black crack.

   A little light drifted by.

  Menghua inadvertently passed through the skull of the corpse, carrying the spirit of the old mage without knowing where to go.

   Immediately, a lifelike butterfly appeared on Ren Qing's fingertips, and the spirit of the old mage hidden in it seemed to be completely dissipated.

   For some reason, he felt that this mortal soul had an incredible purity, so he simply put it into the furnace of flesh and blood.

   Guarantee the immortality of the soul with a strong fire.

  The refugees also returned in the opposite direction because of the sacrifice of the old mage, but the atmosphere became deadly.

   The Buddhist Pure Land they were looking for was already occupied by demons and ghosts.

  When the refugees left the range of Buddha Qi, hundreds of thousands of monks walked towards their residences chanting scriptures, as if nothing had happened.

  Ren Qing's mind moved slightly and found that the Buddha Qi would not stop the refugees, and the ghost under his feet immediately came out of the cave and walked through the stone walls.

   The exhausted refugees found a mountain to rest at random. For a while, they had no idea where the road ahead was, and the atmosphere seemed dead.

  It is not realistic to return to Buddha Heart City. Every few years, monster attacks break out, resulting in ten rooms and nine empty villages around the town.

  If they can’t go to heaven again today, it seems that only the dead in a foreign land will greet them.

   At this moment, the ghost has arrived at the refugee's location, and tens of thousands of people have not noticed that the shadow area is expanding.

  The child playing with mud was instantly swallowed by the ghost.

  Ren Qing saw that there was no change in the Buddha's energy, and that this place was already out of range, so he felt relieved and signaled the ghost to fight quickly.

   The ghost shadow no longer hides itself, and the cultivation of the Yangshen realm exploded instantly.

   Before the refugees realized it, the entire mountain was covered with ghosts, and then tens of thousands of people were taken into the endless darkness.

   Immediately, the ghost quickly rushed to the cave.

   It wasn't until the refugees were in Yongjian that Ren Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

The number of    refugees is close to 60,000, and they have not practiced any spells, and they are all good embryos who have mastered the jailer method.

  Ren Qing placed the refugees in a corner far away from the jailhouse.

   It is unrealistic for refugees to have access to the Jailor’s Hall in a short period of time. After all, the monsters and monsters they encounter might not be as scary as the Jailor’s Hall.

  Ren Qing had to subtly change the thinking of the refugees first.

  After the refugees came to Yongjian River, they noticed that there were all kinds of food piled up not far away, as well as farm tools and seeds for planting fields.

   They couldn't help but be ecstatic, thinking it was the appearance of Maitreya Bodhisattva.

  Ren Qing currently does not have the energy to interfere with the development of tens of thousands of refugees, so he directly transmits the content of the Netherworld Insect Law to them, and asks the jailer to protect him secretly.

   After these people from the Ci family practice successively, the efficiency of life extension will naturally increase.

  Ren Qing sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. After being delayed by the refugees for a while, he had to seize the time to break through as soon as possible, so as not to affect the extension of his life at night.

   His attention was on the immortal-eating method and the wine-god method, which had not yet been promoted to the underworld.

   The flow of information is surging.

   [Whether you choose to branch the belly wine sea, it will consume two hundred years of lifespan]

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   (end of this chapter)