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Chapter 350 Passed away under the tree!

Huangpao Mountain.

Lanruo Temple, Daxiong Palace.

At this time, inside the main hall, there was a sea of ​​people and monsters.

There was a strange scene, the converted demon race and the human race were in the same room, but they did not attack each other, but looked at the center of the hall with concern.

A yellow-robed monk is shaving a black-robed man.

"Well, master, in fact, this hair, if I change it, it will disappear."

The Scorpion Demon King said that the hair on his head is just a change, and it can be turned into nothing with just a thought.

However, this Faming was extremely stubborn and insisted on shaving himself.

"Hair represents the six roots, troubles, greed, desire, utilitarianism, money, feelings, and receiving a shave means that you have truly entered Buddhism."

Faming shook his head slightly, and took the razor from the person beside him. The tip of the knife slowly slashed across the Scorpion King's head, and his jet-black hair fell all over the floor.

"Master, you are poisoned, what should you do?"

The Scorpion King was shaved, had a scar on his head, and put on brand new monk robes, and then asked Fa Ming with concern.

The Scorpion Demon King was born in the extremely evil place in the southern border, and he was born with a strong poison. There is no antidote for this poison himself.

And Fa Ming, who was half a step out of the realm, couldn't use his power to remove it.

On the way back, he had already persuaded Faming to find a way to suppress the poison first, but Faming was unwilling anyway, so he had to insist on completing the shaving for him.

"The poor monk came from the west. Now that his life span is over, he should die under the tree."

Fa Ming said slowly, his body was already floating towards the top of the mountain.

At that time, the Buddha passed away under the double sala tree, and was reborn in the realm of Buddha.

Faming is also going to follow suit, and he has the feeling that his chance is to live towards death, and now, maybe the chance is coming.

On the top of Huangpao Mountain, there is a thousand-year-old locust tree, which has received the essence of the sun and the moon. Now it has spiritual wisdom, but its cultivation base does not show how advanced it is.

After much deliberation, Farming decided that it would be most suitable under the big locust tree.

People nearby looked at Fa Ming who was heading towards the top of the mountain, and couldn't help but knelt down on the ground with tears in their eyes, thanking him for saving his life.

Seeing this scene, the Scorpion Demon King hesitated to speak. Although he had already received his ordeal, when the people around him looked at him, their eyes were full of resentment and resentment.

Because of his special status, he didn't dare to speak nonsense, so he could only watch Fa Ming float up the mountain.

On the top of Huangpao Mountain, under the thousand-year-old locust tree.

Fa Ming sat cross-legged, with his tin staff standing beside him. At this time, most of his body had turned into a purple-black color, and the scorpion venom had already taken up most of his body. If it wasn't for his advanced cultivation, he might have passed away long ago.

"Little monk, are you going to die?"

At this moment, an old female voice resounded from the trunk of the millennium pagoda tree.

Hearing this voice, Faming looked indifferently, as if not surprised at all: "Yes, the poor monk is seriously poisoned, and he will pass away soon."

"It's because I have practiced here in Huangpao Mountain for many years, and it bothered fellow Taoists."

After a long time, a sigh came from the thousand-year-old locust tree, and then asked slowly: "Is it scorpion poison in you?"

"Exactly!"

Fa Ming replied lightly.

"Little monk, my grandma can save you, as long as you pay enough!"

"help me?"

Fa Ming's heart moved, could it be that his chance should be on this thousand-year-old locust tree.

"Not bad!"

"Do you want to die or live?"

The thousand-year-old locust tree asked.

"The poor monk has put life and death aside, but he just can't bear it. There are so many suffering human races in southern Xinjiang."

Faming's gaze shifted, and he looked at the many human races and monster races who were still watching here halfway up the mountain.

"If that's the case, then it's time to live!"

The thousand-year-old locust tree let out a strange smile, and then asked, "What price can you pay?"

"A poor monk with nothing to live on"

Fa Ming, who had always been extremely calm, felt ashamed and ashamed at this moment.

The grace of saving lives is also a great grace to Buddhist cultivators.

But I have no way to repay myself.

"Forget it, you little monk can't afford the price, this grandma, let's use it as a practice hand!"

As soon as the words fell, the ground under Fa Ming's feet continued to heave, countless tiny tree roots like tentacles, along Fa Ming's nose and mouth, were about to penetrate into his body.

"This is."

There was a trace of doubt in Fa Ming's heart, and he asked hesitantly.

"You're already dead, so what are you worried about?"

The cold voice of the thousand-year-old locust tree came from the trunk.

"Right!"

Just as Fa Ming raised his hands that were about to form a seal, he immediately put them down again.

That is, with this release, countless branches took the opportunity to penetrate into his nose and mouth, and in an instant, he controlled his eight extraordinary meridians and all internal organs.

The whole body is covered with tree roots and branches, as if it has become a treant.

"What do you want to do?"

Faming's complexion changed, and he exclaimed.

He wanted to bring up the Buddha's power, but found that his whole body was completely controlled by the thousand-year-old locust tree, and even his hands and feet didn't look like his own at this time.

"Hehehe, of course I will eat you, stupid monk!"

The thousand-year-old pagoda tree let out a cold laugh, and then the trunk shook for a while, and a seductive woman walked out from it. She looked young, but her voice was extremely old.

As for the cultivation of the dryad's grandmother, it was only at this time that it was finally revealed.

Her cultivation is impressively half a step beyond the realm.

And can break through at any time.

"Why don't you wait for me to pass away before eating me?"

Faming was very annoyed. He originally thought that if the thousand-year-old locust tree wanted to eat him, he could wait until he passed away to eat it.

So I didn't notice it for a while, but fell into the calculation of the thousand-year-old locust tree.

"Hehe, there is no better raw meat than dead meat!"

The cold voice of the dryad's grandmother broke through Faming's psychological defense in an instant. Before Faming could say anything else, a long black tongue spewed out of his mouth and directly inserted it into Faming's mouth.

And all the roots of the locust tree, like absorbing nutrients from the earth, greedily sucked the flesh and blood from Fa Ming's body.

As the tree roots continued to squirm, Fa Ming's body gradually became weaker, but at this moment, he couldn't even blew himself up.

"Half a step of Buddha's flesh and blood, it is really extraordinary!"

The dryad's grandma let out hearty sucking sounds, and sucked the last trace of flesh and blood in Faming's body while she was spitting out her tongue.

As she withdrew her long tongue, Fa Ming's body fell down like a thin piece of paper, and the bones in her body had also turned into bits of bone powder, which drifted away with the wind.

After absorbing Faming's flesh and blood, the aura in the dryad's grandmother's body suddenly rose, causing a catastrophe in an instant.

"master!"

The Scorpion Demon King who was still on the mountainside was about to charge up, but just as he flew into the air, a golden thunder flashed, and he fell from the air, and he was seriously injured in an instant.

How can a first-rank peak demon cultivator be able to resist the transcendence of the heavenly tribulation.

Fortunately, it was only the aftermath of the catastrophe, otherwise the Scorpion Demon King would have fallen on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people who were about to step forward retreated one after another, apparently frightened by the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

A month later.

At this time, the tree demon's grandmother has successfully survived the catastrophe and was promoted to the realm of the demon fairy.

After Faming's death, his soul did not fall into the nether world, but was captured by the tree demon's grandmother as a ghost slave, and he lived forever and could not be reincarnated.

It's just that he has a firm heart. Although he has become a ghost slave, the tree demon grandma still can't completely control him.

"Fa Ming, you are already dead, obediently be my ghost slave!"

Under the thousand-year-old locust tree, Fa Ming's soul body was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the tree demon grandmother imprisoned him here, constantly tempting him.

"There is no joy in life, and no fear in death. Does the benefactor think that if he traps the poor monk, he will be able to subdue the poor monk?"

Fa Ming said lightly, the translucent soul fluttering in the wind.

The tree demon's grandmother also understood the firmness of his Buddha's heart, and with a mysterious smile on her face, she said, "Then what if that's the case?"

As the voice fell, a green light curtain appeared in front of Fa Ming, on which was emerging the Scorpion King who had just been ordained by him a month ago.

At this time, the Scorpion Demon King, dressed in a monk's robe, was sitting cross-legged in the dilapidated Daxiong Palace, eating meat and drinking.

Faming's eyes focused, and he saw that the Scorpion King held a human leg that had been baked into a golden yellow!
(End of this chapter)