I said I'd go back in time

Chapter 177
Just when more and more people in the temple gradually sensed the drastic changes in inspiration.

Lin Xing in the apse had no time to think so much.

Under Lin Xing's induction, ideas from heaven and earth frantically poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This wave of inspiration was so surging that he had to concentrate all his energy on breathing, and he had no time to care about things outside of his body.

Under his guidance, the violent inspiration became a little softer, and after passing through the back of the head and the back of the neck, it continued to hit the key point of the vest.

It was also in the process of Lin Xing breathing out inspirations and trying to penetrate Zhou Tian, ​​the spiritual thoughts in his mind were also absorbing the influx of inspirations bit by bit, and continued to become stronger.

The speed of the whole process of vomiting inspiration far exceeded any of his past vomits, and even exceeded his original expectations.

As time passed, the inspiration became more and more powerful.

Lin Xing felt that the process of guiding and absorbing ideas was like operating a flat boat in the sea.

The power called Lingji surged up and down like the sea, and if he was a little careless, it would tear him to pieces.

But this effect of absorbing the inspiration is also unprecedented. As the inspiration continues to roar, Lin Xing can sense that the key on his vest is gradually loosening as the inspiration washes away, and his breathing skills are also growing rapidly.

Breathing (36% on the second floor) → Breathing (37% on the second floor)

And a few hours later, the spiritual thoughts originating from Lin Xing's Sea of ​​Consciousness also gained new growth after continuously absorbing inspirations.

Spirituality: 4.2→4.3 old man
And about a day later, Lin Xing felt a roar suddenly erupted from the position of his vest

Breathing (99% on the second floor) → Breathing (0% on the third floor)

The turbulent inspiration broke through the shackles in an instant, crossed the position of the vest in one breath, broke through the lower back, and penetrated all the way to the perineum under the crotch before encountering obstacles again.

And with the breakthrough of the key points in his body, Lin Xing also felt that the spiritual thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness had been strengthened again.

Spirituality: 4.3→4.8 old man
But the increase in breathing seems to have further accelerated the speed of inspiration absorption.

At this moment, the already turbulent inspiration began to become like a stormy sea, a storm, and with Lin Xing's guidance, it constantly oppressed his physical body.

After Lin Xing persisted for about half an hour, the inspiration that kept hitting the perineal orifice suddenly lost control.

The next moment there was a bang, and Lin Xing felt a sharp pain from the location where the inspiration struck, and he had lost consciousness.

When he came back to his senses again, he sensed that the surging inspiration was continuously penetrating from the back of his head to the perineum, and he immediately concentrated on operating it again.

"The speed of this kind of inspiration is really amazing. I'm afraid it doesn't belong to the cultivation method that any cultivator would normally use. Naturally, it also contains flaws and dangers that ordinary people can't imagine."

"For example, as the scale of the inspiration gets bigger and bigger, if you operate it carelessly, it may cause fatal damage to the body."

"We must be more careful and more focused..."

During the time after time of breathing and dying, Lin Xing felt that his operation of guiding the inspiration had also improved rapidly, and the originally violent and violent inspiration gradually became tame under his operation.

And just when Lin Xing devoted himself wholeheartedly to the process of breathing out his inspiration, the visions he triggered during the process of breathing out were also constantly changing.

The old man Foguang has been observing Lin Xing for the past day and night.

"As the Buddha breathes out, this inspiration is becoming more and more turbulent..."

In the beginning, the intense surge of inspiration only appeared in the induction of the old man Foguang.

But as Lin Xing continued to breathe out, the phenomenon of continuous gathering of ideas began to gradually affect the material world.

First, the 'flying swords' formed by the six bricks and stones around them gradually disintegrated and turned into countless large and small fragments. Under the penetration of the sword intent, they formed flying swords full of cracks and gaps.

Strands of inspiration escaped along with the broken parts of these flying swords.

The number of these inspirations was not many, but they were extremely strong, which instantly aroused the awareness of the surrounding Buddha statues.

I saw the Buddha statues cautiously approaching Lin Xing's position, and then as if they were taking a fairy medicine, all of them showed expressions of enjoyment.

The old man of Buddha Light said in disbelief: "The Buddha statue is actually absorbing the scattered inspiration from the Light Buddha...why?"

After practicing in Guangming Temple for so many years, it was the first time that the old man of Foguang could absorb inspiration when he saw a Buddha statue.

And as time passed, more and more Buddha statues approached Lin Xing, and the expressions on the Buddha statues' faces became more and more intoxicated.

Under the crowd of Buddha statues, the old man Foguang, Bai Yiyi and the others had to retreat, watching Lin Xing completely surrounded by Buddha statues.

Even outside the hall, there were Buddha statues walking towards Lin Xing, one by one prostrate outside the main hall door, like believers who were eager for the guidance of Buddha.

Bai Yiyi blinked suddenly, looked at a Buddha statue that was squeezed in front of Lin Xing at the very beginning, and said, "That Buddha statue...it looks a bit like Lin Xing."

The others also looked at Bai Yiyi's guidance, and the next moment they all let out an exclamation.

Under their gaze, the faces of the Buddha statues closest to Lin Xing had changed. Their ears, eyes, or mouths... all became similar to Lin Xing.

The old man of Buddha Light said excitedly: "Sure enough, it is my Buddha who descended, and all the Buddha statues were melted down one by one."

Bai Yiyi frowned, instinctively feeling that this was not the case.

And when Lin Xing's breathing broke through to the third floor, the momentum of the gathering of ideas rose sharply again.

Suddenly, faint traces of light appeared in the air, moving back and forth like streaks of starlight, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

This seemed to mean that a large number of ideas that escaped and were not absorbed by Lin Xing for the time being were spreading to the entire hall.

Bai Yiyi took a deep breath, and felt that the puppet's physical strength became more and more abundant, as if she could get a lot of supplies with every breath.

Bai Yiyi thought inwardly: "The concentration of inspiration is increasing, Lin Xing's breathing has caused a change in the environment? Temporarily created an environment with a higher concentration of inspiration?"

And as the concentration of inspiration increased again, the first thing to be affected this time was the Buddha's light that shrouded Lin Xing's head.

I saw that the Buddha's light slowly began to expand, with Lin Xing's body as the center, spreading out inch by inch in all directions, gradually covering the six flying swords around it.

Following this change, the Buddha statues around them changed again. They leaned forward one by one, as if they wanted to seize every opportunity to get close to Lin Xing, and their faces showed expressions of enjoying bliss.

On the other side, the old man Foguang, Bai Yiyi and others have also been squeezed out of the hall by the Buddha statues at this time.

When they looked in the direction of the main hall, they could see that under the shroud of Buddha's light, there were layers of Buddha statues surrounding Lin Xing in worship with intoxicated and blissful faces.

All these made Lin Xing, who was sitting cross-legged in the center, really look like the legendary Great Bright Buddha.

"The Great Bright Buddha has returned, and the day of the great prosperity of Buddhism has come!"

While talking, the old man of Foguang knelt down on the ground with a moved face, and prayed very devoutly.

In the past day and night, Zhao Wanxi spent most of her time worshiping Buddha in order to complete the Buddha, but she was awakened by the movement caused by Lin Xing from time to time.

Seeing Lin Xing in the center worshiped by countless Buddha statues at the moment, Zhao Wanxi whispered to Bai Yiyi who was on the side: "Old Ancestor, what shall we do next? How long is he going to vomit, brother?"

Before Bai Yiyi could answer, an invisible force had come to them.

I saw a breeze sweeping across the ground in front of Bai Yiyi and Zhao Wanxi, countless dust, leaves, and weeds formed lines of writing and emerged.

Zhao Wanxi's heart moved: "Is this Lin Xing writing and talking to us with spiritual thoughts?"

She raised her head and glanced at the old man Foguang who was still praying devoutly in front of her, thinking in her heart that this should be to deceive him.

Zhao Wanxi glanced at the handwriting on the ground, and immediately understood Lin Xing's plan.

"Senior brother will practice breathing to the sixth level here, and the ancestor will stay here to protect him."

"I will continue to worship Buddha and wait until the last day to go to Sheshen Cliff. Then I will open the fairy gate at Sheshen Cliff according to the agreed time, and take my senior brother and ancestor..."

Dong'er on the side suddenly said, "Shall I go with you then?"

Zhao Wanxi nodded: "Okay."

But she suddenly frowned again, as if something was wrong, and she felt like she had forgotten something.

Shaking her head, Zhao Wanxi took the time to worship the Buddha.

The front hall on the other side.

The Sect Master of Zhanxie Sect, who was earnestly worshiping Buddha, was immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The Sect Master of Zhanxie Sect didn't have a sweet dream like Zhao Wanxi, but felt that in the process of worshiping Buddha, he was constantly being hit by layers of pleasure, which made him gradually unable to stop.

"Hey...this feeling..."

"It's like being wrapped in pairs of gentle palms... kneading repeatedly... rubbing..."

"Why is there such a comfortable thing..."

"Is it so cool to worship Buddha? There are still believers who can't persevere?"

The Sect Master of Zhanxie Sect was immersed in the pleasure brought by worshiping the Buddha, and felt that he would have no problem worshiping the Buddha for three days in one go.

But as the movement of breathing in the apse grew louder, he was suddenly awakened.

This time, he was suddenly withdrawn from the pleasure of worshiping Buddha, and the Sect Master of Zhanxie Sect felt a kind of extreme emptiness and aggrieved at first.

But soon he came back to his senses, and a strong vigilance surged in his heart.

"It's such a powerful method. When I prayed to the Buddha, this Great Bright Buddha influenced me step by step without knowing it, and made me sink into pleasure."

Looking in the direction of the back hall, the Sect Master of Zhanxie Sect thought to himself: "That old monster made such a big noise, could it be that he wants to give us some advice, so that we will not be gradually brainwashed by the Great Bright Buddha?"

(End of this chapter)