fifth form

Chapter 311 Descending Curse
"Come on, cast a spell to open the small universe bag!"

"Can you breathe?"

"Is there a last word that needs to be explained? Is there a relic that needs to be dealt with? I am an honest and reliable young man. As long as you confess, I will keep it and deliver it to you!"

"Don't hum, just respond!"

Holding the small Qiankun bag of Buddha's treasures in his hand, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had got a chicken rib.

If the owner does not open the lock, this kind of treasure is a dead object after being locked, and it is difficult to open after being locked. As for what is hidden inside, basically don't think about taking it out.

Any violent vandalism of hidden treasures will result in nothing.

Feeling the weight of the small Qiankun bag of Fozi, he sprinkled another Tai Halal Technique, and then continued to urge Fozi to open the small Qiankun bag.

"Then you... you turn my head over first, so that I... can speak normally!"

On the ground, Buddha's body squirmed slightly, indicating that his face was still lying on the ground.

"Your head is hairless, covered with blood and mud, I didn't know the front and back of your head at all!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied angrily.

He turned Fozi over and looked at the opponent's hands, only to feel that Fozi's hands seemed to be reversed as well.

"It's not reversed, it's the metacarpal bone that was broken!"

Fozi's face was facing the sky, his face covered with blood and his lower lip murmured slightly, preventing Zhang Xuezhou from wanting to straighten his arms.

His body trembled, and he felt as if his body had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

A normal great cultivator would not end up like him when he uses supernatural powers, but what Buddha possesses is not ordinary supernatural powers.

And the opportunity he was looking for was not to seek an opportunity to break through the realm of cultivation, but to use his supernatural power normally, so as not to end up in such a situation where he was almost dying after using it once.

For the Buddha, there is no difference between his supernatural power and his return.

If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't been greedy for the treasures he possessed and continued to use spells to heal and extend his life, Fozi felt that he had died.

"Let me tell you in advance that I missed the wolf monster with my magic weapon, but it also saved your life. You still have to pay me," Zhang Xuezhou said in a low voice.

"Paid!"

Fozi responded with a low gasp.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, and Fozi felt that he couldn't bargain at all with his current appearance.

As long as the other party can save his life, even if the things he agreed to before fail, Buddha can still pay the reward.

Buddha is not a bad person, but he feels that although the process of the matter is different, it is good that the result is the same.

In the envisaged process, he and Zhang Xuezhou cooperated to kill the wolf demon, and the two were safe, but the final result was the death of the wolf demon, and he was rescued by Zhang Xuezhou.

The former needs to pay a relatively low price, while the latter pays a very high physical price.

But in the end they survived.

They won and survived, and the wolf demon lost.

Except that he was unable to hunt down and kill the prince of the murderous country, which resulted in the failure of possible opportunities and lack of opportunities, the current result is the same.

Fozi felt that as long as his body was normal, he could honor the reward he should have given before.

"What, you still want your body to return to normal?"

Fozi felt that there was nothing wrong with his thinking, but Zhang Xuezhou felt that the other party's thinking was too much.

His blood was drawn by the ghost chain, and it seemed strenuous even to fly, let alone continue to cast spells.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that he couldn't persist in casting spells, and it was even more impossible for him to restore Buddha's body to normal, and it was impossible for him to heal Buddha at night.

"My current situation is like this." Zhang Xuezhou persuaded: "I'm just a little trash. I can't save you. Look at what treasures need to be distributed, and what treasures and wealth need to be handed over to your relatives and friends. The reward you paid is good enough, and I can send you back from far away."

"You need to heal me," Fozi whispered.

"My body has been drained of essence and blood, and my cultivation base is also low. It is extremely difficult to cast this spell. This spell can only be released three or five times." Zhang Xuezhou persuaded: "I can find you a good place to burn the corpse, or you can burn the corpse yourself." It’s okay to specify the location, and I’ll keep it clean for you. If you have any needs for chanting, you can also ask me. I can memorize [-]% to [-]% of what you read once and recite it. No shame."

"I want to live!"

Buddha's gray eyes widened.

His whole life went through his mind.

He was just an ordinary civilian in the Maurya Dynasty, but the black nuclear foreign object on his forehead changed his life.

He didn't know how that foreign object came from. It was the murder weapon that killed his mother when he was born. It has become a sacred object with natural supernatural powers.

From a waif who lost his mother and father to a Western Buddhist disciple, the reason for all this is just because of the black nucleus growing on his forehead.

He hated this black core, and cut the skin with a knife several times to dig out the core, but in the end he had to rely on this foreign body to survive in the cultivation of Western religion.

And when he stepped into the realm of supernatural powers, everything changed.

Not only did the Buddha guide him, but the leader even conferred him as a disciple of the Buddha.

"If you want to unravel the power of this supernatural fruit, and want to know the origin of this supernatural fruit, you just keep going east, until you get tired one day, you just calm down and wait for the opportunity!"

The teacher's words still echoed in his ears.

And the Buddha has been here for three years and has been waiting for three years.

But the opportunity did not wait, he was going to die.

For the first time, he doubted whether the words of the supernatural leader were correct, whether he was really omnipotent as mentioned in the teachings.

In the gray and white eyes, countless contents in the mind of the Buddha kept floating.

He felt Zhang Xuezhou's powerlessness in casting spells, and his unwillingness to his own fate flashed through his mind, and the blood in his body seemed to condense into evil spirits.

"Wow, don't ask for Bilibili for eggs, don't ask for Savoyeri for eggs..."

In the low voice of chanting, the Buddha is not willing to live and die, but he seems to see through life and death.

"Wow, don't ask for Bilibili for eggs, don't ask for Savoyeri for eggs..."

By his side, Xue Zhou felt that the Buddha had finally figured it out, and he opened his mouth to follow the chant.

He remembered that this was the sutra recited by the monks when they burned the dead bodies.

For him, even if the language is special, as long as he has been in contact with it in advance, if the text is not too long, he can more or less remember [-] to [-]% of it after reciting it once.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that there was nothing wrong with burning the body of the Buddha and reciting scriptures.

"Spirit possession!"

At the end of the chanting, the content of the recitation in the mouth of the Buddha ended, and several words were changed.

He stared at Zhang Xuezhou with wide gray eyes, and Zhang Xuezhou shrank back after recovering slightly.

His body slumped down, as if he had given up his last struggle.

But at the same time, Zhang Xuezhou only felt some strange feeling in his body.

"You got on top of me?"

The body can still be controlled, but Zhang Xuezhou feels a certain sense of stagnation.

This sense of stagnation is like he is stuck in a quagmire and walking forward.

He came back to his head, scanned his body again, and opened his mouth unnaturally.

"You didn't lie to me, the magic power in your body is so poor that it is difficult to perform spells!"

The sound of Fozi's confirmation came, which made Zhang Xuezhou frown, but his brows were quickly opened by Fozi again.

"Don't think that I am harming you and trying to take your body. I can't move and cast spells. I can only borrow your body to open the small universe bag temporarily. This is a huge price for me." Buddha said with Zhang Xuezhou's mouth: "And after I possess you, I will give you blood essence to supplement blood essence, so as to ensure that future troubles are eliminated to the greatest extent!"

"What is your price?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I will lose half of my spiritual consciousness, my cultivation will fall from the supernatural power level, and the difficulty of breaking through the level will increase greatly!"

"Then what is my price?" Zhang Xuezhou asked again.

"My breath will remain in your body, and the conflict with my residual consciousness will last for a long time, but you will also be taken care of by my spiritual power. It will be much easier to break through the fourth realm in the future. This is the death of the Buddha we teach in the West. The descending spell that can only be used in Shi Chuan Gong will not harm your life."

Buddha murmured.

Even if his current strength has been severely injured, even his body is broken, but his current ability in some aspects is obviously stronger than Zhang Xuezhou.

But when he wanted to forcibly take over the control of Zhang Xuezhou's body to cast spells, he felt that the escaped divine sense collided heavily with Zhang Xuezhou's source of consciousness.

The sound of a screaming duck also broke into the Buddha's mind.

(End of this chapter)