Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

The white fish was as thin as a cicada's wing and served on a blue and white porcelain plate with a dish of fragrant vinegar and a dish of green mud-like horseradish.

Pick it up with the chopsticks, dip it into the dish, and put it into your mouth. It tastes so smooth, fresh and sweet!
Especially the firm fish meat of the Great Sage of Inspiration. I don't know how much hard work it took to carry it and how much cultivation it took to polish it.
Not only is every bite smooth and refreshing, but every bite is as good as the best elixir.

In order to commemorate this "former colleague", Black Wind Monkey King ate more than a dozen plates with tears in his eyes, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

Although he had stayed in Luojia Mountain for countless years and had seen the world, the life of a fish at the Golden Immortal level was too luxurious for even Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, let alone him!
The Black Wind Great Sage looked at the black bears of his grandchildren with his piercing eyes.

Every time Xiong Bin and his companions took a bite, they would circulate the energy in their body to refine the spiritual energy within the fish meat. After eating a plate of fish for half a day, most of the plate would still be left.

Seeing the old man's gaze sweeping over, the bear cubs buried their heads in their food bowls to protect their food.

Seeing the spiritual energy surging from the body of a bear cub, the Black Wind Great Sage glared at them unhappily.
"Eat slowly, you losers! Is there anyone who wants to snatch your food?"

As the Black Wind Great Sage cursed, his jet-like eyes moved rapidly. Eating these fish raw would at least save him thousands of years of hard work.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed that Linggan and a few of his brothers were also released into the lotus pond by the Bodhisattva. These carps also ate meat and often took advantage of the high tide in the South China Sea to swim upstream to the islands in the South China Sea, causing trouble there and enjoying blood offerings.

Otherwise, talk to this Taoist priest and see if we can go to Luojia Mountain to catch a few more fish to try!

The Black Wind Great Sage had tasted the sweetness and had completely forgotten about his relationship with the Inspiration King. All he could think about now was "Brother, you smell so good!"

Kunyu picked up two pieces of fish with purple bamboo chopsticks and tasted it. He found it tasted bland, so he gave the whole dish of sashimi to Xiong Bin beside him.

Under the dark face of the Black Wind Great Sage, several black bear demons almost started fighting over this plate of sashimi.
Finally, the Black Wind Great Sage couldn't bear it any longer, so he brought over the plate of sashimi and gave each of them a piece, thus resolving the dispute over killing six bears with one fish.

Of course, the rest went into the mouth of Black Wind Great Sage himself.

"Why? It's not to your taste." Tang Song's eyes fell on Kun Yu and said with a smile, "If you don't want to eat sashimi, I'll have them make fish balls out of the remaining fish meat and try the fish ball hotpot later!
It’s a pity that the fish skeleton is too hard, otherwise it would be a delicious delicacy if fried in oil! ”

Kun Yu put down his chopsticks, and hesitated to speak. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle killed this fish monster because it eats people!"

Tang Song did not deny it. He just held a glass of wine, looked at Kun Yu, and motioned him to continue speaking.

Kun Yu frowned and said, "Uncle, you know that most of the demons in this world like to eat humans. Even many of the demon kings and demon saints under my father's command are cannibals!"

"You are worried that I will clash with them!" Tang Song chuckled: "Don't worry about that. I am not a person with high moral standards!"

"As the saying goes, the butt determines the head. If I were the Emperor of Heaven, I would naturally plow the universe and formulate the laws of Heaven.
But I am just a hermit in the mountains, and all I want is to have my thoughts cleared!

If they didn't run into me, I wouldn't bother with them!"

Hearing Tang Song's words, Kun Yu's thoughts calmed down a little, but he always felt something was wrong when listening to Tang Song's words.

This Heavenly Emperor has such a tone that even his father would not dare to make such arrogant remarks.

"Uncle ate the carp raised in Guanyin Lotus Pond. Aren't you worried that the Bodhisattva will come to find you?" Kun Yu put down the heavy stone in his heart and joked with Tang Song:
“Even if the Bodhisattva left this world, the several incarnations left in this world are not easy to deal with, not to mention that she has the Lingshan Buddhist sect behind her!
Why don't you come with me back to Beiming Palace to avoid the limelight!"

Tang Song glanced at him with a half-smile: "Aren't you afraid that I'll run into your uncles and uncles having a banquet and kill them all!"

When Kun Yu heard this, he smiled awkwardly and became silent.

Many of his elders followed the ways of the ancient demon gods, and were used to eating raw meat and drinking blood. Eating humans was a common occurrence for them.

If this uncle really went to Beiming Palace, Kunyu's scalp would tingle just thinking about that scene.

However, Kun Yu became more and more curious about his uncle. After practicing to a certain level, going through countless calamities, and seeing the vicissitudes of life, his emotions became increasingly indifferent. Few of the old monsters Kun Yu had seen were so "human"!
They regard everything as straw dogs. Those who are not on the same level as them, even those of the same clan, are nothing more than ants in their eyes.
Even though some uncles and aunts were very enthusiastic in front of him, Kun Yu still felt extremely uncomfortable with them.

This may be because no one wants to stay with an "old monster" who can step on them to death at any time and looks at them as if they were flowers, plants or ants!
Uncle Tang Song gave him a different feeling. He always felt that this uncle was very "young" and not like a living fossil.
. . . .

"It is said that the Bodhisattva has thirty-two incarnations. I wonder which one is left in Luojia Mountain?" Tang Song's eyes fell on the Black Wind Great Sage.

Under the resentful gazes of the bear cubs, Black Wind Great Sage slurped up most of the sashimi on the plate. When he heard Tang Song's words, he quickly reached out and wiped his mouth:

"The one on Luojia Mountain is the Fish Basket Guanyin, but as far as I know, she also left a Thousand-Armed Guanyin statue on Lingshan Mountain!"

"It's okay, I should be able to handle it!" Tang Song shrugged and chuckled.

"Uncle, aren't you worried that the Buddhas from Lingshan will come looking for you?" Kun Yu asked doubtfully.

Tang Song laughed and said, "If there are many people coming from the Buddhist sect, I will just run away. The world is vast, and I am just an idler in the mountains. The worst that can happen is that I will fight guerrilla warfare with them.
Besides, don’t we still have your Beiming Palace? Can we let these foreign bald donkeys run wild in this land? "

Kun Yu looked at Tang Song's lazy appearance and began to doubt whether the ally his old father had found was reliable.

"Besides, the Buddhist sect is too busy to cause trouble to me now!"

Tang Song waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared in front of him, showing an endless sea of ​​blood with rolling waves and surging blood!
Kun Yu and Black Wind Great Sage naturally recognized that this was the most mysterious Netherworld Blood Sea in the Hell and Yellow Springs, formed by countless blood rivers and wider than the four major seas in the east, west, south, and north.

Above the sea of ​​blood, a brutal fight was going on. On one side of the fight were two tall and powerful gods covered in golden armor, who were coming in an endless stream from the distant Yinshan Mountains.

On the other hand, there were both men and women, the women were extremely beautiful, and the men were ugly as devils. They were all wearing black armor, fighting with the gods, and there were casualties on both sides.

On the Yinshan Mountain, Buddha's light shines everywhere, golden lamps are lit, and clouds of garlands and incense are everywhere. This is where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is.
But now, above the Yinshan Mountain, auspicious light and auspicious air stretch for tens of thousands of miles. I don’t know how many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas have come to the Yinshan Mountain to guard against the counterattack of the Asura clan.

Above the sea of ​​blood, a young monk with a red mole on his forehead and a dragon tattoo on his back was extremely ferocious. He shook his shoulders and a series of golden and powerful dragons surrounded him.
Every time the monk struck out with his palm, it was as powerful as a tidal wave, and the Ksitigarbha mantra he uttered shook the sky. He almost single-handedly suppressed several Golden Immortal-level Asuras who were chasing after him.

If this sea of ​​blood was not the home ground of the Asura clan, these big Asuras would have been beaten to death by this monk long ago.

Facing the golden lanterns and auspicious clouds above the Yinshan Mountains in the distance, a huge blood lotus rose above the sea of ​​blood. One great Asura after another, and the Asura King sat on the blood lotus, all with extremely ugly expressions.

"A bunch of trash, you've brought shame to our Asura warriors!" An Asura King looked at several big Asuras who were no match for a monk, and he cursed angrily, ready to take down the fight himself with a knife.

The green-faced and fanged Asura King quickly grabbed him and gestured for him to look towards the top of Yinshan Mountain.

At this time, the auspicious clouds above the Yinshan Mountain parted, revealing eight hundred Bodhisattvas and dozens of Buddhas, each of whom showed the appearance of subduing demons, staring at the battlefield with eager eyes.

Seeing the Asura King standing up with a knife in hand, dozens of Bodhisattvas and Vidyarajas stood up in the auspicious clouds, each holding a Zen staff, a knife, or a pestle to subdue demons. . .

When the Asura King holding the knife saw this scene, he cursed angrily, put the knife back, and sat back on the lotus platform.

"Evil heretic, with such little practice, you dare to act so presumptuously in front of the Buddha! Look at me, the mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

Above the sea of ​​blood, the monk was fighting with great enthusiasm. He threw his cassock into the air, covering the area for thousands of miles. He stood up in a white robe, with Buddha’s light shining behind his head like the sun, and eight celestial dragons surrounding him. The sound of Sanskrit was like the sea, shaking the sea of ​​blood.

"I have seen this monk in Luojia Mountain. He is a disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!" Black Wind Great Sage looked at the momentum displayed by Fahai and said with a little melancholy:

"When he came to Luojia Mountain to pay homage to Guanyin, he had just achieved the status of Arhat. I didn't expect that he has become a Bodhisattva now!"

"Fahai, I've heard of his name, the best demon-slaying monk in Lingshan! It's a pity that he was already in seclusion when I was born, otherwise I would have learned a lot from him!" Kun Yu looked at Fahai in the water mirror with a defiant look on his face, his eyes full of eagerness to try -

As for the others, whether it was the bears or the bear monsters, they had never seen such a grand scene before and were so shocked that they were speechless.

On the contrary, Taoist Luo, who had been with Tang Song, had experienced many storms in the deep sea and had seen the world several times. He was unusually calm, but he just stared at the water mirror, wishing he could draw his sword and join the battle to hone his swordsmanship!

Looking at the ugly faces of the Asura Kings in the water mirror, Tang Song's mind moved.
Countless blood shadows emerged from the sea of ​​blood and rushed towards Fahai.

At first, Fahai did not take these blood shadows like the sons of the Blood God seriously. He summoned the mighty heavenly dragon and controlled the power of the eight heavenly dragons. The sky was filled with golden light, and the golden dragon soared into the sky, dispersing all the blood shadows that pounced on him.

However, those blood shadows are dozens of times more powerful than ordinary blood gods. Each one is extremely ferocious. If they kill one, they will be cut into two, and if they kill two, they will be cut into four!
Fahai's mighty dragon quickly fell into a disadvantage under these dense blood shadows and was cut into pieces.

When the blood shadows broke in front of him, Fahai could see clearly that these blood shadows were actually blood-colored sword qi. Before the sword qi got close to him, a chill surged up in his heart.

"What a fierce sword energy, cassock!"

Fahai stretched out his hand and pulled, and the cassock that was shining like a cloud of light on the vast sea of ​​blood was instantly pulled down and wrapped around the countless blood lights that were rushing towards him.

Countless golden threads flowed on the cassock, transforming into layers of Sanskrit prohibitions, trapping the bloody light within.

"Pfft!"

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"Pfft!"

The red robe only lasted for two or three breaths before it was pierced with numerous holes from the inside, and the robe turned into a patchwork garment.

"laugh!"

A bloody knife light almost brushed past Fahai's face, and golden Buddha's blood flowed down his cheek!

Fahai stroked his face with his hand, trying to heal the wound with his magic power, but the wound was as cracked as a baby's mouth, and no matter how he used his magic power, the bleeding would not stop.

Only then did Fahai realize the power of the sword energy. Seeing the sword energy coming at him like an overwhelming force, Fahai hurriedly took out the bowl bestowed by the Buddha Tathagata.

The golden bowl emitted rays of Buddha's light, which covered Fahai and protected him. Rays of bloody sword lights fell on the Buddha's light barrier supported by the golden bowl, and the sound of clanging bells was endless.

Fahai relied on the Buddha's golden bowl to protect him, but those Buddhist soldiers, gods and the eight heavenly dragons did not have this treasure. The bloody sword lights were like rain, and the entire battlefield immediately became a meat grinder.

Countless gods and Buddhist soldiers were all slaughtered by the sword light. With the help of the sword light, the Asuras defeated the Buddhist soldiers and fled back to Yinshan. The Asuras did not chase them, but just cursed and provoked the Buddhist disciples at the foot of Yinshan.

The Buddhist practitioners, gods, a large number of Buddhist guardians, Buddhist soldiers, and the Eight Heavenly Dragons who did not have time to escape back to Yinshan were turned into ashes in the bloody sword light.

There were also some pretty nuns who were targeted by the ugly Asura warriors.

Those monks who were handsome, strong and full of masculine energy became the prey of those female Rakshasa.

Some Asuras who were overwhelmed by desire and lost their minds even wanted to compete with the bloody sword light for prey. These Asuras whose big heads were controlled by their small heads were all reduced to ashes without exception.

Sharp howls rose to the sky, and boundless resentment filled the air at the foot of the Yinshan Mountains.

"Amitabha! Don't be discouraged, idiot. This is the Asura Dao's Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Knife. It is extremely powerful. I didn't expect that after Yu Yuan, someone else would have cultivated this kind of magic weapon!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked at Fahai who had returned in defeat, and did not scold him. Instead, he took out a magic medicine and applied it to Fahai, removing the scars on his face left by the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Knife.

"Master Poxun! You Asuras won this battle! We'll fight again tomorrow!"

In the sea of ​​blood, a blood cloud supported nine blood lotuses, each of which was as big as a water tank and flowed slowly. Sitting on them were the Asura demon king, Avalokitesvara, Pozun, Devi, Indra, Uma, Vishnu, Rudra, Ghost Mother and other demon kings.

When Po Xun heard what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said, he just smiled coldly, waved his sleeves, and led a group of Asuras to disappear in the sea of ​​blood.

Wars of this intensity have been taking place almost every day between the Blood Sea and the Yin Mountain since the peacemaking in the City of the Dead. However, both the Blood Sea and the Yin Mountain tacitly refrained from sending out powerful warriors of the Daluo level.

. . . . . . .

The blood sea is the place where the evil spirit of Yama is the heaviest. However, the Shura Demon Palace is magnificent. Although it is located under the blood sea hundreds of thousands of miles deep, it has its own pearls and jades shining brightly.

At the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, there are patches of open space where the people of the Asura clan live. There is not a drop of blood in them. The sea of ​​blood just rolls on top, acting as a natural barrier to protect the people of the Asura clan.

The Asura Demon Palace is at the bottom of the blood sea. It is said that the founder of the Styx was born there at the beginning of the universe, so he naturally has infinite magical powers.
Afterwards, the extremely evil and foul energy in the sea of ​​blood was bred and stirred. The leader of the Styx comprehended the secrets of heaven and created the Asura clan. The Asura clan appeared slightly later than the human race. At that time, it was the witch clan that managed the six reincarnations. Its power was too great, so the Asura clan could not stand out.

The founder of the Styx also had some contacts with Empress Pingxin, but he never went out until the Witch Clan was completely destroyed and the Demon Court was defeated!
But now the Shura Demon Palace is still there, but the Styx leader is nowhere to be found.
Inside the various halls of the Shura Demon Palace, there were high-pitched and lascivious sounds mixed with screams—

Yun Yan sat barefoot on the eaves of a palace in the Shura Demon Palace, watching nine hundred and ninety-nine big Asuras grabbing two or three hundred beautiful nuns and monks, and excitedly leading them back to their residence.

Not long after, a group of Asura generals who were close to the great Asura named Vimalakirti rushed into the palace with the spoils, and laughed together with Vimalakirti and pounced on the frightened nuns who looked haggard.

Not long after, the same obscene sounds mixed with screams were heard from Vimalakirti's palace.
There was also an Asura Demon King who rushed back to the Asura Demon Palace with great vigor and vigor, built a bonfire, prepared various fine wines and condiments, and was going to barbecue on the spot to start the "Buddha Meat Feast"!
Yun Yan's mind was not disturbed by external things at all, and she only focused on the blood-red sword between her knees.
"My sister made me look for her so hard!"

The precious sword between his knees hummed and turned into a streak of blood that sank into Yun Yan's forehead. Yun Yan opened his eyes and saw a woman in a translucent gauze flashing out. Through the gauze, Yun Yan could even see her undried filth.

"Tsk tsk, my sister is favored by father. I only heard about this precious sword, but father gave it to you!"

Princess Ashura thought that the Heavenly Demon Blood Blade was given to Yunyan by Po Xun, so her words were full of sourness.
After all, this sister has been extraordinary since she was born. The leader himself said that her affinity with the Dharma is profound, and he also bestowed upon her the Māra Umbrella. Now, her father has secretly bestowed upon her such a precious sword without telling anyone, allowing her to become the center of attention today!
"Sister, is there something wrong?" Yun Yan did not explain.

Princess Shura chuckled when she heard this: "I found a few strong and durable monks myself, and I specially invited you to come and taste them!"

Yun Yan heard this and said: "I still need to refine my sword! Sister, if you are fine, I will leave first!"

Princess Ashura hurriedly called out, "Okay, okay, I know you have always been chaste, unlike us, it is your father who is looking for you!"

Yun Yan nodded and said, "I will go to see my father now!" After that, the person disappeared, and Princess Ashura did not see clearly how he left.

After Yun Yan left, Princess Ashura's face immediately turned gloomy: "This damn girl, her cultivation is getting higher and higher, humph!"

In the past, this damn girl would still pretend. When faced with their invitation to an open ceremony, she would simply say that she had no interest in men and only liked women to decline. But now she doesn't even pretend anymore.

You silly girl, you just love yourself!
Upon hearing that Yun Yan was going to meet Po Xun, Tang Song dispersed the water mirror. After all, although the water mirror technique was mysterious, it would surely not be able to be hidden from a being like Po Xun.

"Uncle! I only heard that the Asura clan is cruel and aggressive by nature, but I didn't expect it to be so cruel!" Just by looking through the water mirror and seeing the cruel scenes in the Asura Demon Palace, Kun Yu felt a little dry in the mouth.

"This is not surprising. The Asura clan is the source of the evil energy of the world. They are the ancestors of the devil path. The way of the gods and devils they cultivate amplifies their own desires!"

Tang Song said calmly: "The Asura clan has a strong desire for revenge, and I'm afraid it won't stop during this calamity. With them in the front, even if the Buddhist sect wants to cause trouble for us, they won't be able to spare too many people!"

(End of this chapter)