I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 332 The holy monk teaches the Dharma, the centipede in the well

Amei squirmed his body and crawled forward slowly.

Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment and then followed.

"What's your situation now? Do you need me to help you figure it out?" Zhang Jun asked tentatively on the way.

After all, the current situation of Ge'emei is such that it is difficult to maintain even a basic human form. Zhang Jun is very worried that if this continues, it won't be long before this guy will become completely mysterious.

"No, I'm in a good condition now, just hold on a little longer."

"persist in?"

Sensing Zhang Jun's expression of incomprehension, Emei stopped and said, "My destiny star is too special. It is blessed by the broom star. If I want to find a way out for myself, I must use some wisdom."

Zhang Jun was really confused now.

But soon, Zhang Jun thought of something and looked sideways at Emei: "Gui Xing?"

"Shhh!!!"

Emei quickly signaled Zhang Jun to stop talking.

Then he pointed upward calmly.

Indicating that there are still people outside the arena paying attention to this place.

Zhang Jun nodded and said nothing more, but he already understood what Ge'emei was going to do.

Gao'emei is one of the best among his generation in terms of both qualifications and understanding.

He has entered the Tao more than once, and has been forced to fall from the realm.

The reason is precisely because of his destiny star.

The broom star, this destiny star almost blocked his way forward.

Unfortunately, this thing cannot be changed.

Anyone else would have collapsed and given up on themselves long ago.

But Ge'emei was different. He never thought of giving up on himself, so he checked a lot of information and asked a lot of people.

After the last few experiments on his own, Gao'emei came up with a method that no one dared to think of.

Dyeing.

Not only do you want to fall into the trap, but you also want your life star to be contaminated as well.

If other people knew about this idea, they would probably call him crazy.

Normal people would have no time to escape when encountering a traitor, but Emei took the initiative to look for the traitor and even took the initiative to infect it.

It's like you go to a prostitute and halfway through, the girl tells you, I'm sorry, I have AIDS.

As a result, your eyes lit up: "Hey, it's even more exciting!!"

Isn't this a perversion? ? Yes, he is a pervert, and this is how he plays. But the question is, if he doesn't play like this, will he still have a way to survive?

With the blessing of the broom star, he was in danger every time, and his cultivation level fluctuated. Everyone alienated him, hated him, and even wished this guy would die early.

Since there is no way to the right path, why worry about taking the wrong path?

If you can make your destiny star change its original characteristics, so what if it turns into a strange star.

From this point of view, Zhang Jun still admires Emei.

"You are determined. I can only wish you success, but are you sure you can get out in time?"

What Zhang Jun was referring to was the current state of Mount Emei.

It's not scary to be dyed weird, but if you turn yourself into a weird person, it won't be fun.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun took out something from his storage bag and handed it to Ge'emei. It was the strange shawl he wore before.

"This is a magic weapon. You can wear it on your body first and let the magic weapon help you absorb these messy things on your body."

The magic weapon can temporarily suppress the deformation of the body. This has been verified by Zhang Jun and Huang Mao.

It's just a little troublesome to take it off.

"Need not!"

Emei looked at the shawl handed over by Zhang Jun, shook his head and refused, with a ruthless look on his face: "If you don't become a devil, you won't survive. Since I'm taking this path, I have to go through it thoroughly. As for whether I will be deceived, don't worry. , I have other ways."

Seeing that Ga'emei was determined, Zhang Jun couldn't say anything else.

The two continued walking down the rhizome.

"Rumble..."

Huge rumbling sounds were heard from time to time overhead, and the entire ground was shaking violently.

"I don't know what the fight is like here. The commotion is getting louder and louder. I'm afraid Mr. Bai won't be able to hold on anymore."

Amei raised his head and glanced at the top of his head, muttering in a low voice.

"Well, I can't hold it anymore."

Zhang Jun used the clone of the Holy Son to glance at the battle situation.

He found that the battle was far more intense than he thought.

The sun and the moon shine together, and the stars are brilliant. One by one, the life stars replace the stars in the sky, bursting out with dazzling arrays of light, turning the surrounding void into chaos.

Bai Jun stood on the top of the sacred mountain, his clothes were ragged and his body was covered with scars. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his rope, and the gold list in his hand had already ignited a spark.

Large swathes of statues of strange gods behind him were smashed to pieces in the starlight.

The war is coming to an end.

It's just that it's not just Bai Jun who suffered heavy losses, but also the Holy Way.

One by one, the destiny stars seemed to have reached their limit, making constant explosion sounds and dissipating into the air along with the starlight.

Losing the life star is equivalent to cutting oneself off to cultivate oneself, and it is the kind of cutting to the end.

Some people's faces suddenly turned as bright as gold paper. The power they had been pursuing all their lives slipped away from their fingers like quicksand at this moment. No matter how hard they tried, it was too late to save it.

Some people sighed helplessly, their faces flickering in and out. They didn't know whether they were regretting it or doubting whether what they were doing was worthwhile.

Some people vomited blood openly and then turned around and left the formation.

"puff!!"

Blood began to flow from the corners of the Holy Son's mouth, and the life star above his head had already appeared in the form of a crack.

That is to say, his life star is strong enough to support him to this point.

At this time, the figure of the holy monk moved and came to the side of the Holy Son. He put a hand on the Holy Son's shoulder and injected the pure Buddha power into the Holy Son's body.

Zhang Jun looked back at the holy monk and said with a wry smile: "The star of fate is broken. From now on, the holy monk doesn't have to worry about me causing trouble."

The holy monk was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, but then he quickly shook his head and said: "Amitabha, the holy son can do this because of his immeasurable merits, but the poor monk has one more thing to ask clearly."

Zhang Jun nodded.

"I dare to ask, who is the Holy Son?"

From the beginning to the end, the holy monk never believed that the person in front of him was the Holy Son. He didn't believe it in the past and he doesn't believe it now.

Zhang Jun heard this and asked: "Then how can the saintly monk conclude that I am not the saint's son?"

"The Holy Son is my grandson."

These six simple words made Zhang Jun widen his eyes and look at the holy monk in front of him in disbelief.

Then I quickly rummaged through my memory, but I couldn't find any proof of this information.

But he noticed that the Holy Son's memory was incomplete, and some of the memories seemed to have been wiped out of thin air. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any clues.

"Holy Son, there is no need to think about it. Only the leader and I know about this matter. It is also a confused account of the poor monk. When the Holy Son's father was young, I took him as a disciple. To the outside world, he only said that I was on the roadside. Found child.

I wanted him to inherit my legacy, but I didn't know that he was extremely talented, but he was very resistant to Buddhism. Later, he had a private life-long private engagement with another young girl from the Holy Path. The affair was exposed, and after leaving a son behind, he escaped from the Holy Path. , and there has been no news since. "

Having said this, the holy monk also showed a bit of bitterness on his face.

Sure enough, every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite.

"Although I have no evidence, I am a blood relative of the Holy Son after all. Some things only require a look, a word, or even standing still. I only need to look at you and I should understand everything."

Zhang Jun suddenly realized.

If you want to say that things like blood are mysterious, they are indeed very mysterious. But sometimes there is such a strong feeling that even the grandfather and grandson who have been separated for many years will have a very close feeling the moment they meet.

It's a pity that Zhang Jun doesn't feel this way, and even wants to stay away from this old bald man.

This is why the holy monk concluded at a glance that he was not the original holy son.

Seeing that everyone was showing off their cards, Zhang Jun thought for a moment and asked, "Then does it matter whether I am the Holy Son or not?"

"It's not important to other people, it's important to the poor monk."

Zhang Jun sighed: "There is still a trace of residual regret, but now it is gone and it is time to dissipate."

What Zhang Jun said was true. All the Holy Son could leave behind was a trace of his thoughts. Although he was not him, he helped him fulfill this thought.

With his Taoist posture and his strongest side, he completed a fatal blow to Shenxiang.

This thought has begun to loosen up, and I believe that it will not be long before it is completely dissipated. Everything in this body is completely owned by me.

Hearing this answer, the holy monk's face became a little more relieved. After all, this child had been tortured by Shenxiang for so many years. I heard from Lingfozi that when Monk Jingye found him, almost only one child was left. It was only on the way back that I gradually gained my own consciousness.

With such a result now, what else could he be dissatisfied with?

After thinking about this, the holy monk's face became much more relaxed: "In that case, I'll thank you first, and I won't bother the holy son with the rest."

Zhang Jun was startled and realized that this old bald man seemed to be attacking him, but it was already too late to break away from him.

A pure Buddha's power had already been poured into his body during the healing process, but at this moment he couldn't use any strength at all.

"Amitabha is boundless."

The holy monk put one hand on his chest, formed a seal with his fingers, and made a scratch on his arm. A wound opened, and blood like gold spilled out.

"Holy Son, there is still a long way to go in the future. The poor monk can only give you a helping hand. You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

As he spoke, a large amount of golden blood was like a rainbow, pouring into the Holy Son's life star that was about to break.

In an instant, the originally shattered Life Star was re-fused with golden blood.

I saw the holy monk flying to the star of destiny, clasping his hands, chanting scriptures, and a red fire of karma ignited from himself.

The fire of karma burned bigger and bigger, and in an instant it ignited the Son's life star.

Seeing this, many Buddhist disciples showed bitterness on their faces and sat down cross-legged to recite scriptures.

At the same time, this karmic fire also began to burn the body of the Holy Son.

However, instead of feeling uncomfortable, the Holy Son had an indescribable feeling all over his body. He only felt that infinite and pure Buddhist power was being poured into his body.

As more and more Buddha power gathered on Zhang Jun, a bright Buddha light enveloped the Holy Son for a moment.

The sound of chanting sutras surrounded the Holy Son continuously and resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

Everyone else was in a daze, and then they all performed Buddhist rituals and kowtowed devoutly.

Following the crack of the destiny star, it shined brightly again, hanging above the head of the Holy Son.

The Holy Son sat cross-legged in the air, pointing to the sky with his left hand and the earth with his right hand, making great aspirations.

"If I become a Buddha, and there are still three evil realms of hell, hungry ghosts, and animals in my Buddha land, I will not take the position of the Supreme Buddha."

"If I become a Buddha, I will not take the position of the Supreme Buddha if any of the gods and people in my Buddha Land still fall and experience the three evil paths after the end of their life span."

"If I become a Buddha, if all the gods and people in my Buddha land do not have golden bodies, I will not take the position of the supreme Buddha."

In this world, wisps of power of faith are all condensed, and the Holy Son becomes more and more majestic.

At the same time, Zhang Jun stopped suddenly.

Aimei looked at Zhang Jun with a puzzled expression, and saw that the expression on his face was flickering, and there were faint apricot-yellow strange aura boiling on his body.

"Mishen, get back here!!"

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a large four-sided seal flew out from the Jianyi Mountain and came to the lotus pond.

Purple energy rises from this large seal. Although there is only one mark on the seal, it exudes an overbearing and unquestionable pressure.

At this time Xue Haitang also took action.

She formed a seal with her fingers and came barefoot. In an instant, the blood around her boiled and was suppressed on the lotus pond.

If it had been in the past, the lotus flowers in the lotus pond would have been suppressed long ago.

But I don’t know what happened now. Lotus blossoms bloomed in the lotus pond, and Mi Shen’s originally revived will began to stir crazily.

"This guy, is he crazy?"

Xue Haitang frowned and prepared to cut off the chaos with a sharp sword. At worst, he would tear out a hole in Jianyi Mountain to eradicate this scourge.

"Don't!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jun hurriedly stopped her. After thinking for a moment, Zhang Jun squatted in front of the lotus pond and said, "How about we make a deal?"

"I only want the Holy Son's soul. As for the Buddha's power in him, I will not take it back."

Zhang Jun saw Bai Jun reciting the Diamond Sutra, which made Mi Shen have to avoid the edge for a while. He guessed that it should be the inheritance of the old bald man, the holy monk who can clone the Holy Son, which stimulated Mi Shen.

This guy is worried that after he absorbs the clone of the Holy Son in the future, he will inherit the Dharma along with it.

If this is the case, it has obviously touched Mi Shen's bottom line.

He is a future Buddha, not a real Buddha. Even if he is transformed by the evil karma of gods, there is still a huge cause and effect relationship.

If Zhang Jun inherits Buddhism, it will be a huge threat to him. It may not be that easy to seize this guy in the future.

This is also the warning issued by Mi Shen at this moment. If Zhang Jun insists on doing this, then it will not hesitate to make everyone die together.

Zhang Jun saw this clearly and took the initiative to reach a settlement with Mi Shen.

Speaking of Mi Shen, Zhang Jun would like to eradicate this toy.

But that's not how things work. After all, if you block the enemy's way, you force the enemy to fight for your life.

The relationship between Zhang Jun and Mi Shen is too special.

To attack Mi Shen at this time would be to break his muscles and bones, and even accidentally break the Jianyi Mountain, which would also affect his soul.

If there is any trouble outside, I will be passive.

At this time, we must first stabilize Mi Shen.

"I swear, I will only get my soul back. As for the cultivation of Buddhism, I don't care about it at all. After all, I don't like Buddhism."

Zhang Jun smiled and promised Maitreya God.

After receiving Zhang Jun's assurance, Lianchi gradually became quiet, as if nothing happened just now.

Xue Haitang was relieved on the side. No one wanted to completely offend Mi Shen unless it was absolutely necessary.

At least not yet.

After calming Mi Shen's mood, Zhang Jun raised his head, looked at the wary-looking Emei, and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Oh!"

Emei nodded meaningfully, then pointed to his feet: "We are getting there, so don't make any sound."

Zhang Jun didn't know what exactly Ga'emei was taking him to see, so he followed him down.

The two of them quietly climbed down along the roots, and when they parted a piece of roots, they looked down.

All he saw was a huge cave in front of him. Under the cave, thick rhizomes were entangled together, and the source of these rhizomes was entangled in the body of an old monk.

It's him!

Zhang Jun looked at the old monk in front of him. Isn't this the same old monk he saw through his six-pupil single eye before?

"Shh, look down!"

Emei made a silent gesture, indicating to Zhang Jun to continue looking down. After a while, he saw the old monk's body shaking a few times.

Then the body slowly trembled, the roots underneath the body were torn open, and a large centipede crawled all over the palm of the hand slowly climbed up from below.

The old monk's body seemed to have been connected to the centipede. As the centipede began to crawl forward, the old monk's eyelids twisted a few times, but he soon fell asleep again.

Until the centipede took the old monk farther and farther, and seemed to be heading in the direction of the well.

It wasn't until the centipede had gone far that Gao'emei turned back to Zhang Jun and said, "You see, it's all fake. Then Mr. Bai is just a puppet. The old monk on the centipede is the source of the deception. I was just killed." When I dropped it, I was shocked."

After saying that, Ga'emei remembered something and hurriedly said:

"Don't take any chances with this guy. I've been observing this guy for a while. In fact, this guy's whole body is full of eyes. As long as he sees you, he can turn you into a puppet immediately. I lost a few people in the past few days. Before landing, he turned into a puppet and was eaten completely by the centipede..."

(End of this chapter)