Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 14 The rich man is actually me?
In the middle of the night, the short and thin old man came to the basement alone with a candlestick in his hand by the dim light.

In the basement, at a glance, there are densely packed half-person high clay jars.

The old man approached one of the unremarkable earthen altars, and said to himself: "After all, you two brothers have been here for more than ten years, it's time to do something for me."

He unsealed the black-red earthen altar, and a stench hit like a hurricane, but the old man did not avoid it, as if he didn't care about the smell at all.

As the almost substantive stench dissipated, the appearance in the earthen altar also appeared in front of the old man.

Half of the altar was soaked in thick black oil of unknown origin, soaking the corpses of two fetuses tightly hugging each other.

These two fetuses have not yet formed, and it is not known where the old man got them.

There is a layer of beeswax-like jelly substance attached to their surface, black oil is exposed from half of their bodies, and they are motionless.

But the old man who saw this scene was very satisfied. In his opinion, the cultivation of these two ghost babies was very successful.

If the earth altar is compared to a womb, then the black oil is like amniotic fluid, which provides nutrition for ghost babies.

"cluck"

There was a ghostly laugh, and the old man turned his head and saw two porcelain dolls with the same appearance and pale complexion smiling at him.

Instead of panicking, the old man was overjoyed: "Ghosts! Both are ghosts! If they go together, I'm afraid the newly entered quack warlocks will be eaten to nothing!"

He bit his finger and drew the same pattern on the foreheads of the two ghost babies, and the ghost babies didn't dodge.

After finishing, the old man waved his hand: "Go, let him disappear completely!"

A single apartment in a suburb.

Jiang Pai is developing a very new thing.

He is trying, if he attacks others on the Internet, can his sorcery go along the network cable and flush people away.

"Brother, why don't you talk anymore, are you okay? Is it dark before your eyes and you are about to pass out?"

"Are you sick? You came up to scold me for no reason and then cared about me. What do you want to do?"

"Farewell."

"Aside from the facts, I think you are an imbecile, can you die and show me?"

"Are you crazy? Go to the Mentally Retarded Bar to play with Sun Bar?"

"The hook is straight and the bait is salty, there is really a fool who takes the bait, so farewell!"

Jiang Xi leaned on the computer chair, inexplicably feeling a little melancholy.

"It seems that the Internet cannot be used as an attack vector, which is a bit of a disappointment."

After finishing the experiment, Jiang Pai felt a little bored, so he started to study Maha Shamatha again.

He originally thought that the stage of practice could be simply understood as a level that can be quantified, ordinary people are the first level, and charlatans are the second level, but when he discovered that it was transformed by absorbing bronze statues and using merit. Let's call it wickedness , After that, the power he can use has been further improved.

Although the improvement is limited, it still shows that although they are at the same stage, the strength of practitioners is still divided into strengths and weaknesses.

So now a question arises - what is my level among quack warlocks?
At present, Jiang Xi has only carried out real attacks on Fang Yihang and the ghost face of the bronze statue.

Fang Yihang doesn't count, he's just an ordinary person, it's normal to hang him, but he doesn't know the strength of the Bronze Ghost, who has a second move, so Jiang Xi, who lacks a benchmark, can't judge his own strength either.

This is undoubtedly fatal to practitioners.

It's fine if you crush them all the way, if you encounter a hostile practitioner who can't see the details in the future, wouldn't it be a big loss?

However, after searching through the scriptures, Jiang Pai did not find a way to judge his strength from the Mahasama.

In Jiang Lan's eyes, the status of the great samadhi that has been penetrated has changed from a treasure a day ago to a trash.

But he had no other way to obtain new practice information. After thinking about it, Jiang Lan made a simple and rude decision.

"As long as you practice to the point where your strength won't feel improved after absorbing evil, it should be considered saturated, right?"

Once the strategic direction is determined, the next thing will be easy to handle.

The first is to find the fastest way to improve your strength, and the current road is nothing more than two, the first is to obtain merit and let the bronze statue convert into the power you can use, and the second is to visualize the tentacle monster, after all, according to Mahāsamata said that visualization is the fastest way to improve your strength.

Although in comparison, Jiang Xi felt that it was much safer to obtain merit than to meet the tentacle monster again, but the opportunity to obtain merit was rare, and the process was time-consuming and labor-intensive, and he might not be able to make a move every time he encountered it. The second opponent is extremely unstable.

If there is no opportunity to gain merit, it is equivalent to standing still, which is impossible.

So no matter what, visualization is still necessary.

And Jiang Pai also learned a lesson from the last visualization. The key to visualization is to have no distracting thoughts and let go completely. The last time Jiang Pai was targeted because he couldn't help complaining about the tentacle monster. Before that, there was actually no danger.

In other words, as long as Jiang Xi can control himself, no matter how bad the tentacle monster is, there shouldn't be any accidents.

In the past 20 years, Jiang Chuan spent most of his time sitting in meditation every day. With the mental preparation this time, Jiang Chuan believed that he would be able to handle it!
Just doing what he said, Jiang Chuan sat cross-legged in front of Kouliu Buddha, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, got rid of all distracting thoughts, and at the same time silently recited the Great Shamatha Sutra, and soon entered the state of visualization.

This time, unlike the last time, he had to read No.80 once before entering that treacherous space. Only once, Jiang Sui succeeded.

Still the same scene: green lake, mist, tentacles.

This time, Jiang Xi controlled himself steadily, and did not think about anything else, but focused on the tentacle monster, exhausting his imagination all his life to imagine him as a Buddha, and then, with a pious heart, according to the scriptures As it is said, worship it from the heart.

This time, Jiang Chen felt unprecedented peace.

Time seemed to freeze, and the speed at which the tentacle monster swung its tentacles gradually slowed down in his eyes, and finally stagnated at a certain moment.

At this moment, Jiang Xi suddenly had a kind of enlightenment, and a large amount of information that had not appeared before poured into his mind like a gurgling stream.

There are five levels of humans and ghosts, excluding ordinary people and ghosts, each level is divided into nine levels.

One rank one difficulty, one rank one calamity.

Every time you enter a level, the power you can exert will increase exponentially, and every time you advance to a level, the power itself can get a qualitative leap.

The so-called ten years of meritorious deeds can set foot on the road of spiritual practice does not mean that people with good moral character can practice, but that, in terms of the amount of merits accumulated by the most basic daily deeds of one good deed, it takes ten years of accumulation to be able to communicate with heaven and earth. Transform these merits into enough strength to step into the rank nine warlocks!
It is enough to imagine, every time one wants to advance one rank, it takes a terrifying amount of merit to do so.

At present, Jiang Xi is at the stage of the Ninth Grade Jianghu Warlock.

It stands to reason that if a rank nine warlock wants to go further, he needs to temporarily put down his practice, use his existing strength to do more important things, gain more merit, and wait until he has accumulated a sufficient amount of merit before he has a chance to step into the next rank. threshold.

But Jiang Xi doesn't seem to be in this list.

Because he found that when he visualized the tentacle monster, he could still feel his strength gradually improving.

This reminded him of the words the old abbot once said.

"Could it be that, Master, he really didn't exaggerate, and the merits I owe are really close to evil? If this is true, doesn't it mean that my reserves are enough for me to practice until I am a half-immortal? Even if there is an exaggeration, I will find the next Before the stage of practice, it shouldn't be difficult to easily become a first-rank warlock, Guigui, I have never fought such a rich battle!"

The rich man is actually me?
Jiang Lan, who discovered the good news, was pleasantly surprised, but also a little depressed.

People who do good deeds every day for ten years have the opportunity to become a nine-rank quack warlock, and they may be able to survive until they are half immortals by relying on their inventory.

How many merits and virtues have I lost and how many sins have I committed over the years?

(End of this chapter)