In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

Chi You cursed and seemed to still resent the Corpse Ancestor for taking his head.

However, his head is immortal. Even if it is taken away by the Corpse Ancestor, he can just find an opportunity to take it back directly in the future.

"Do you want me to help you?" Chi You asked.

"No, I'm about to go to Dalin Temple to explore. If I can really detect the secret of life and death in Dalin Temple, all the effort will be worth it. Besides, do you think a mere heart nail can lock me?" Cui Yu said lightly.

The Cuanxin Nail can nail Cui Yu's own magical power, but it cannot nail Cui Yu's true form of Gonggong.

All of Gonggong's demonic blood is stored in Gonggong's true body by Cui Yu. As long as Cui Yu needs it, he can transform into Gonggong's true body at any time to release the restraints.

Cui Yu is now very worried about Xiang Caizhu's safety. If he can steal the life and death book in Dalin Temple, everything will be worth it.

Countless thoughts flickered in Cui Yu's heart. He didn't know how much time had passed or how much time had passed inside the demon-subduing cassock. Suddenly, the light in front of his eyes lit up. Cui Yu had been taken out of the demon-subduing cassock by Jianglong and stood in front of a temple.

The temple of Dalin Temple!

The place you enter is a pure place, the sound of chanting is heard in the mountains, and the rich incense turns into a line of green smoke, which plunges directly into the clouds from the courtyard.

Dalin Temple is not big, with only three entrance gates and more than thirty main halls.

At this time, the three of them were standing in front of the gate of Dalin Temple. There was a young novice cleaning fallen leaves in the forest. After seeing the Eighteen Arhats, they put their hands together and saluted, and then continued to clean the fallen leaves on the steps.

"Let's go." Jiang Long urged.

"This is Dalin Temple?" Cui Yu walked into the door of Dalin Temple and saw novice monks doing their homework at the entrance. Although they looked energetic, they did not seem to have any cultivation.

"This is just a separate courtyard of Dalin Temple in the mortal world. It is used to entertain monks from all walks of life, convey information to the court, and facilitate believers to burn incense and make offerings." Dragon Subduing Arhat said.

When Cui Yu heard this, he suddenly realized that the real location of Dalin Temple was so dim that no one could see it. Naturally, he had to leave his disciples to pass on the message.

"When I came to the headquarters of Dalin Temple this time, I wonder if I can take the opportunity to pass on Mahayana Buddhism. If I can steal the headquarters of Dalin Temple and trick all the monks in Dalin Temple into practicing Mahayana Buddhism, then my merits will be immeasurable. ." A thought flashed in Cui Yu's mind.

Dalin Temple can exist under the oppression of the Great Zhou court and Qi practitioners, which shows how powerful it is. If Dalin Temple can be asked to spread Buddhism, it will be very effective in spreading Mahayana Buddhism.

Numerous thoughts flickered in Cui Yu's mind, and he looked at the Dalin Temple. The whole temple was indeed ordinary. All the monks were still at the level of muscles, bones and skin, and could only be called mortal bodies.

"Where is the secret realm of Dalin Temple?" Cui Yu looked at it curiously, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He really didn't notice any fluctuations in space power around Dalin Temple. He just felt that the flowers, plants, trees, mountains, rivers and rivers around Dalin Temple were particularly beautiful and filled with an indescribable spirituality.

"There is Lingshan Tower in your heart, and Lingshan is in your heart." Dragon Subduing Arhat replied mysteriously, and led Cui Yu all the way to the backyard, and told two novice monks at the bone-forging level:

"Take him to bathe and fast, and not eat anything for seven days."

"You are abusing the prisoners, which is not in line with Buddhist spiritual doctrines." Cui Yu immediately quit when he heard that he would be starved for seven days.

"Your body is full of the turbid air of the mortal world, and the filth of the mortal world is circulating in your body. How can you go to the Holy Land of Lingshan? Only by bathing and fasting, and washing away the earthly air from your body, can you enter the secret realm of Lingshan." The Arhat who raised the bowl returned. Sentence: "After you have swallowed the Golden Elixir of Dalin Temple, you should still think about how to give a satisfactory explanation to the elders of Dalin Temple after entering Dalin Temple. Otherwise, I'm afraid you will never be able to leave the Holy Land of Lingshan. .”

After speaking, the Eighteen Arhats ignored Cui Yu and left in a hurry.

Cui Yu was led by two novices to a side hall. One novice brought a bucket of hot water for Cui Yu to wash.

After Cui Yu finished washing, another novice brought yellow cassocks and monk's robes. Cui Yu looked at the cassocks and monk's robes and said dissatisfied: "I'm not a monk, why did you give me the monk's robes?"

The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Believers, we don't have outsiders' clothes here. Please forgive me, believers."

Cui Yu looked at his original clothes. They were gray and covered with dust, and the cuts on them were stained with blood. They were obviously broken.

Cui Yu reluctantly changed into monk's clothes. Not to mention that after changing into monk's clothes, Cui Yu looked more imposing.

Cui Yu frowned, with a strange look in his eyes.

Not to mention, wearing the golden monk's robe is a different experience, but the bun on the top of the head looks a bit nondescript.

"Believers, the Great Master has told you that after you wash up, you must recite this sutra for seven days. You need to recite this sutra three hundred times sincerely." The little novice took out a sutra from his sleeve and handed it to him with a respectful expression. Go to Cui Yu.

Cui Yu frowned when he heard this: "I'm not a monk. What scriptures should I recite? What scriptures should I copy?"

"Donor, if you want to enter the Holy Land of Lingshan, this matter is inevitable. You must copy the scriptures sincerely and have a trace of Buddha's intention in your body before you can enter the Holy Land of Lingshan. Otherwise, even if a great mage takes you in, you They will also be blocked by the Holy Land of Lingshan." The young novice explained respectfully to Cui Yu.

The little novice monk was very respectful, even if Cui Yu had a temper, he wouldn't let it go.

"I don't want to enter the Laoshizi Lingshan Holy Land. It was you who captured me, and you want me to cooperate with you to enter the Lingshan Holy Land? What a beautiful idea!" Cui Yu couldn't help but spat, and directly read the scripture Pick it up and tear it up.

The little novice monk was neither sad nor happy. He just lowered his head and silently carefully collected the damaged scriptures with his sleeves. His movements were gentle as if he were touching the supreme sacred object.

"You bastard, where are you from? How dare you slander Buddhism? Why don't you quickly kneel down and repent and apologize to the scriptures?"

At this moment, an angry scolding sounded. Cui Yu followed the sound and saw two figures standing outside the hall.

One black and one white, one old and one young.

The aura around the man in black was as profound as the sea, and Cui Yu couldn't tell the other person's realm. The boy in white, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, was standing outside the hall angrily scolding Cui Yu. Looking at the scriptures on the ground, it seemed that his supreme faith had been trampled on, and his eyes were full of anger.

Cui Yu glanced at the man in black, then turned to look at the man in white, his eyes full of weirdness: "I'm tearing up my scriptures, what are you doing?"

"By tearing up the scriptures, you are insulting the Buddha and the Dharma! Kneel down immediately and apologize to the scriptures. I will spare your life. Otherwise..." The eyes of the young man in white were full of coldness.

"Otherwise what?" Cui Yu asked unhurriedly.

"Otherwise, today will be your death day, and you will be buried with him for the scriptures." The young man in white said.

Cui Yu's pupils shrank when he heard this: "You want to kill me?"

"That's right! If you don't apologize, I'll have to kill you for slandering the law." The eyes of the young man in white were full of coldness.

Cui Yu felt cold when he heard this: "You actually want to kill me for a book of scriptures?"

"You dare to compare your life with the scriptures, you are simply ignorant." The young man sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

Cui Yu took a breath when he heard this: "Crazy! He is simply crazy!"

He had a plan in the temple and didn't want to cause trouble. He was too lazy to argue with this idiot and turned around to walk into the lobby.

"Stop." The young man roared angrily.

Cui Yu ignored it and continued to move forward, but the next moment there was a sound in the air behind his head, and an evil wind struck across the void and hit Cui Yu directly on the back of the head.

"Looking for death." Cui Yu felt the evil wind coming from the back of his head, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. The other party had obviously killed him.

Although Cui Yu's magical power has been suppressed, his physical body is perfect. Even if he does not use his magical power, he still has a strength of 129,600 kilograms.

He suddenly turned around and grabbed the young man's arm, with a ferocious look in his eyes: "You want to kill me? I have no enmity with you, and you actually want to kill me?"

"careful."

The old man in black on the side saw that Cui Yu had caught the incoming punch with his bare hands. He couldn't help but shrink his pupils and wanted to save him, but it was too late.

Cui Yu roared angrily, and the next moment he used his fist to hit the young man's chest.

"Bang~"

The young man flew out upside down and landed outside the hall. His whole body exploded and turned into a mist of blood. He was so dead that he could no longer die.

Cui Yu's fists are magical powers, and his strength is the law.

The simplest law of force, but it can exert the most domineering power.

"Xun'er! You are looking for death!" The old man looked at the young man who turned into blood mist, his eyes full of grief and shock, his eyes were scarlet, and the next moment he suddenly rushed towards Cui Yu.

A punch was thrown out, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, Cui Yu's pupils shrank: "The combat power of the Bai Chi realm? And he is also a bloodline person?"

Bai Chi's powerful warrior cannot be defeated by Cui Yu's simple physical strength. Cui Yu must mobilize his great supernatural powers to fight against him.

Cui Yu's pupils shrank, his eyes full of horror. He looked at the incoming punches and was considering whether to mobilize the power of Gonggong or throw Chi You out. Suddenly, a Buddha's trumpet sounded, and golden flowers bloomed in the hall. The lotus flower bloomed, and countless petals blocked Cui Yu's body, forming a barrier.

"Bang~"

The old man's fist landed on the lotus in front of Cui Yu, but it was blocked by the lotus flowers in the sky.

"Sit quietly, Arhat!" The old man looked at the man who appeared in the golden flowers and stood in front of Cui Yu, his expression extremely ugly: "This man killed my grandson, and he must pay for it with blood."

Even if the person in front of him is one of the Eighteen Arhats from Dalin Temple, he will never back down.

One of the Eighteen Arhats - Sitting Arhat.

At this time, Cui Yu stood in front of him and looked at the old man opposite: "Xuan Yong, you can't kill this young man."

"Why can't you kill him?" Xuan Yong's face was cold: "Can it be that the contribution of our Xuan family to Dalin Temple is not worth this man's life?"

The meditating Arhat shook his head: "He is a prisoner ordered by the imperial court. If you kill him here, I, Dalin Temple, will not be able to report to the imperial court."

"The criminal?" Xuan Yong was stunned, and then said: "What can the criminal do? If he offends me, I will cut him into pieces today. If the court holds him accountable, I will bear it with all my strength."

The meditative Arhat looked at the stubborn old man and couldn't help scratching his head: "He has eaten the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Calamities. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"What?" Xuan Yong was stunned when he heard this, his eyes full of shock.

"Yes, this person swallowed a golden elixir of ten thousand tribulations. You should know the importance of the matter now, right? No one can kill him before meeting the host." Sitting Arhat said.

"Did my grandson's death be in vain?" Xuan Yong looked ugly.

It can be seen that Xuan Yong has an extraordinary relationship with Dalin Temple. Even if he is faced with one of the Eighteen Arhats, he will never flinch.

After hearing this, the meditating Arhat glanced at the blood in the courtyard, and then waved his sleeves the next moment, the blood and minced meat in the yard turned into a meat ball, which fell into the hands of the meditating Arhat: "Don't worry, I am from Dalin Temple. Do you still know the means? As long as he is on the life and death book and has not checked his name, he is immortal."

"You first go to the secret place to meet the host." The meditating Arhat said calmly.

Xuan Yong's expression changed when he heard this, as if he had remembered something, and he stopped talking. He just gave Cui Yu a fierce look, turned around and disappeared in front of the main hall.

"Who are they? You should be afraid even if you are called Eighteen Arhats?" Cui Yu asked curiously, his voice full of surprise.

"You are in big trouble this time. This person is a big shot. If you form a karma with him, you will definitely be in trouble in the future. Even if you escape the fate of the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Calamities, you will definitely die in his hands. .”

Cui Yu heard this and glanced at the meditating Arhat: "Although I have swallowed the golden elixir of ten thousand tribulations, do you still want to kill people in Dalin Temple?"

"Who said that Dalin Temple prohibits killing?" The meditating Arhat looked at Cui Yu in surprise.

Cui Yu was stunned when he heard this, and then quickly realized that Hinayana Buddhism does not cultivate compassion but only cultivates the golden body. Of course, there is no dogma prohibiting killing.

Cui Yu's mind turned. He had also heard about the comparison between Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism in another world.

The so-called Mahayana Buddhism is the Buddhism transmitted from China and Tianzhu.

Hinayana Buddhism is the Lagong teaching. Not only does it not prohibit killing, it also divides people into three, six or nine classes and uses human skins and heads as utensils.

Cui Yu looked at the meditating Arhat and suddenly sighed with a compassionate look on his face: "What a pity, what a pity!"

"What's a pity?" Sitting Arhat looked at Cui Yu in surprise, and was attracted by Cui Yu's sudden pity.

"Isn't it a pity that you have gone astray and don't realize it?" Cui Yu said calmly.

Now that there is only one meditating Arhat here, isn't it the best time to brainwash the other party and spread the Mahayana Buddhism?

Coupled with Xuan Yong's confusion, if we don't preach now, when will we wait?