The Secret Way of Immortality

After the near-death struggle, Song Zongwu's lifespan had been exhausted.

His face was covered with ravines, and his newly grown short hair was also silvery-white, like an old man on the verge of death.

Ren Qing wanted to help Song Zongwu walk, but the latter shook his head.

"Ren Qing, you should have reached the Great Perfection of the Yin-Yang realm, right?"

"Yes, the embryonic form of my divine power is called 'Dragon's Roar in the Box', it is..."

Ren Qing was about to explain his divine power, but Song Zongwu stopped him and said, "There's no need to tell me so clearly. Divine powers are fundamental and must never be revealed to others."

"I know."

Ren Qing's heart was filled with mixed feelings. From the moment he arrived in this world, Song Zongwu had acted as his guide and had been a great benefactor to him.

If he were to die here...

Song Zongwu said, "The path of cultivation ultimately has to be walked by oneself."

Ren Qing turned to look at Song Zongwu, feeling as if he was hearing his last words, even though there was no sense of impending death in the latter's tone.

He tentatively asked, "If you use a technique to extend your life, you should still be able to..."

"Hahahaha."

Song Zongwu let out a hearty laugh, and the aura he exuded not only did not weaken but became even more complete, like a burning flame.

"If I break through to the Yang God realm, I will leave Xiangxiang after Jing Prefecture is settled and return to Linggan Temple. If I don't break through, then forget it."

"Linggan Temple?!"

Ren Qing remembered the temple on Mount Liuli, wasn't it called Linggan Temple?

"That's where I cultivated as a child. It's really far, far away from Xiangxiang."

"Senior Song, have you recovered your memories?"

Ren Qing had asked Song Zongwu about Buddhist matters before, but the latter's memories before coming to Xiangxiang had inexplicably disappeared.

"I remember now."

Ren Qing told Song Zongwu about his previous encounter on Mount Liuli. The latter simply nodded, as if he had expected it.

Song Zongwu had no intention of hiding anything from him and described the details of the Buddhist techniques, the contents of which were terrifying.

Buddhist techniques do not have a division of realms, but the stages after becoming a Buddha are divided into "Arhat Fruit", "Bodhisattva Fruit", and "Tathagata Fruit".

Ren Qing couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Becoming a Buddha?"

"Cultivating the techniques to perfection will lead to becoming a Buddha. Arhat, Bodhisattva, and Tathagata are just divisions of Buddhas, collectively called Buddhas. Cultivation does not have realms..."

Song Zongwu was too young at the time and had no concept of this, but even a Buddha is an existence at the level of an Earth Immortal, and at least a Heavenly Abnormality.

"Once Buddhist techniques are mastered, there will be no bottlenecks during cultivation."

Ren Qing remembered the erosive nature of Buddhist Qi, which was comparable to the aura of a Heavenly Demon, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it because Buddhist Qi is difficult to control?"

"No, Buddhist techniques can indeed control Buddhist Qi."

Song Zongwu gestured for Ren Qing to look at the Hundred Buddha Diagram behind him.

"But as long as one achieves enlightenment and becomes a Buddha, within a hundred years at most, the cultivator's body and soul will be devoured by Buddhist Qi for unknown reasons, or rather, become part of the Buddhist fruit position."

"Devouring dozens of Buddhas to become an Arhat, devouring hundreds of Buddhas to become a Bodhisattva, devouring thousands of Buddhas to become a Tathagata, Buddhist Qi is... a great terror."

Ren Qing carefully counted the Hundred Buddha Diagram. There were as many as ninety-seven Buddhas on it, representing that this fruit position had devoured ninety-seven Buddhas.

"The Buddhist technique I cultivate is called the Unmoving Sutra, corresponding to the Deer-Riding Arhat."

Because of the uniqueness of the fruit position, only one person can naturally cultivate the Unmoving Sutra at the same time, and there are also qualifications restrictions for the "Buddha Child".

Song Zongwu laughed self-deprecatingly, "If I had just borrowed Buddhist Qi to break through to the Yang God realm, my Buddhist cultivation would indeed have greatly improved."

Ren Qing didn't know what to say. How could there be such a strange technique in the world?

That Mount Liuli was probably for Song Zongwu's arrival in Jing Prefecture, wanting him to cultivate the Unmoving Sutra as soon as possible, which shows the power of Buddhism.

While the two were talking, they arrived at the foot of the high mountain. They then climbed towards the top.

"I was only five or six years old when I left Linggan Temple and knew very little about Buddhism, but I vaguely remember that many high monks lived through ten lifetimes before dying."

Ren Qing understood the meaning of Song Zongwu's words.

What Buddhist cultivators can do is to postpone becoming a Buddha as much as possible and avoid disaster by means of reincarnation, but ten lifetimes is already the limit.

If ordinary people were to choose, it is estimated that many would still go to cultivate Buddhist techniques.

These ten lifetimes, even without touching techniques, can still live for at least forty or fifty years, which is a full four or five hundred years of悠悠岁月.

If one deliberately prolongs life, one can live for at least a thousand years more.

Although the final outcome is the same.

Ren Qing looked at Song Zongwu with a complex expression, shocked by the latter's courage.

He was clearly on the verge of death, and as long as he accepted Buddhist Qi, he could break through to the Yang God realm and consider achieving enlightenment after a thousand years.

But Song Zongwu chose the most difficult path.

Song Zongwu was already panting while climbing the mountain, his whole body was soaked in bloody sweat, and even the pupils in his eyes were shaking slightly.

"Senior Song, do you... know how many lifetimes you have lived?"

Song Zongwu came back to his senses, tremblingly took a sip of wine, and then replied, "Of course I don't know, that's why I have to desperately live."

Ren Qing was speechless.

The two walked in silence to the top of the mountain. The journey that originally only took half an hour, but Song Zongwu spent more than five hours.

Song Zongwu stood on the craggy cliff and couldn't help but stretch.

The setting sun cast fiery red light over the mountaintop, reflecting the fallen leaves on the ground like gold, and dew shimmered with luster.

"After losing my cultivation, the world is truly beautiful."

Song Zongwu said with emotion.

Then he turned to look at Ren Qing and said again, "Ren Qing, you accompanied me up the mountain, but now I want to see the scenery below."

"I'll take you..."

Ren Qing's heart was pounding, and his face turned a little red.

With Song Zongwu's physical condition, starting down the mountain again would undoubtedly be a dead end.

"No need."

Song Zongwu's eyes were incomparably sharp, and Ren Qing in his eyes overlapped with Song Rong. He couldn't help but reprimand, "Either help me collect my corpse, or witness my achievement of the Yang God!"

"How can I wait for death in old age?!"

"How can I, Song Zongwu, wait for death in old age?!"

Song Zongwu drank the peach wine in one gulp, exerted force with his legs, and jumped off the cliff, his body falling uncontrollably towards the ground at a very fast speed.

The mountain wind hit his face, it was really pleasant.

Ren Qing subconsciously took half a step forward, but in the end, he couldn't bear it and closed his eyes tightly.

Song Zongwu only felt his consciousness being infinitely stretched, and the pressure from death caused him to hallucinate.

Memories flashed back like a revolving lantern.

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........

The magnificent Buddhist hall was filled with the smell of incense, and the sound of wooden fish echoed continuously.

In the center was the statue of the Deer-Riding Arhat, emitting a faint light, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.

A young novice monk squatted at the bottom of the altar, and his exposed buttocks were lightly kicked by a monk.

The monk couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Liao Wu, Liao Wu, knowing that your master is looking for you in the meditation room, why are you hiding here to avoid the limelight again?"

"Understood, Senior Brother Hui Wu."

The Liao Wu novice monk covered his buttocks and ran towards the side hall. The road was very deserted.

He came to the door of the meditation room, put his head in front of the crack to look, but did not see his master's figure, so he simply opened the door and walked in first.

As soon as Liao Wu entered the room, he was attracted by the two books placed on the wooden table.

He opened the books and looked at them. The contents were obscure and difficult to understand, and the illustrations were all kinds of evil ghosts, which frightened him pale.

"Shura Dharma?"

Liao Wu unknowingly became fascinated, shocked by the mysteries shown by the Shura Dharma.

At this time, the picture became blurred, as if a section in the middle had been forcibly deleted. In the next moment, the Buddhist hall turned into ruins burning with flames.

Liao Wu stood there blankly in tattered clothes.

The monks were all dealing with the injuries of their companions, and crying could still be heard. The statue of the Deer-Riding Arhat was also broken in two.

Liao Wu looked at the fire, and an old monk whose appearance could not be seen walked up to him.

The old monk patted the dust off Liao Wu and said in a helpless tone, "In the end, you still can't avoid it. You are destined to become a Buddha Child."

"Master, I don't want to be a Buddha Child..."

The old monk's expression was somewhat comforting, and then said, "Since that's the case."

He suddenly slapped out a palm and hit Liao Wu's forehead. Amidst the incredible exclamations of many monks, Liao Wu lost his breath.

The old monk extracted Liao Wu's soul and then drifted away from Linggan Temple.

He was going to find the corpse of an infant who had died young, preferably one who was about to die but had not yet died, and who had to have congenitally incomplete arms and severed five senses.

However, if Liao Wu possessed such an infant, he probably wouldn't live for more than a few days.

The old monk murmured, "If one is not enough, then two, if two are not enough, then three."

........

The sun sank into the horizon, and the mountain wind was a bit chilling.

Song Zongwu's pupils re-coalesced, and he was only ten meters away from the ground.

If it weren't for the mountain wind constantly pouring into his mouth, he wouldn't even have the strength to breathe.

Song Zongwu's vitality gradually disappeared, and the meaning of death surged into his heart. Even before he hit the ground, his body showed signs of collapse.

Black and red blood flowed from his facial features, and the strange things in his body began to recover.

Although Song Zongwu did not close his six eyes, his eyes had fallen into darkness, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

He was half a meter away from the ground.

"The two forbidden soldier techniques taught by my master, the Shura Dharma requires incomplete arms, and the谛听术 requires the loss of five senses..."

"If there is a next life, I probably won't be able to meet the conditions for cultivation."

Song Zongwu grinned.

He had no memory of his master teaching the techniques, but the suffering he had experienced was engraved in his flesh and bones, forcibly supporting his failing heart to beat slowly.

"I'm really unwilling, being led by the Unmoving Sutra, I'm really unwilling..."

The wooden fish was struck heavily.

"Fool, wake up!!!"

Song Zongwu opened his blood-red eyes, his tightly closed jaws like a hungry wolf.

To ensure that his consciousness was clear, he bit off his tongue directly, and warm blood gathered in his mouth, the bloody smell proving that he was still alive.

"Either live step by step, or die step by step."

Song Zongwu stretched out his arm, and the moment his fingertip touched the ground.

Boom!!!

Endless strength burst forth from the depths of his heart. Two more arms grew out from under his armpits, and his six eyes turned completely black.

Song Zongwu nimbly turned over and landed on the ground. The Hundred Buddha Diagram on his back was suppressed by the underworld, and chains pulled the Buddha patterns into his flesh.

The Yang God realm was achieved.

From then on, there was no longer a Four-Armed Yama, only a Six-Armed Shura.

"Suffering is not to fall, this is the path of Shura."