The Secret Way of Immortality

Heavy breathing rose and fell.

The Eighteen Arhats, immersed in seawater, gradually awakened, their appearance resembling copper-cast statues thousands of meters tall, appearing exceptionally dignified.

However, they lacked the intelligence they possessed before the Heavenly Dao Calamity, and their movements were somewhat stiff.

The monks emitted reverent calls, holding a grand celebration on the island, even carving the names of the Eighteen Arhats into their flesh, even as their kasayas and robes were soaked in blood.

The celebration was called "Ascension to the Land of Ultimate Bliss," emphasizing the decay of the physical body and the ascension of the soul to the heavens.

The Eighteen Arhats remained as still as mountains, faint Buddhist aura drifting out, causing the expressions of many monks to become extremely intoxicated.

They actively fanned the Buddhist aura towards their faces, just to allow their mouths and noses to absorb it immersively.

Subsequently, their consciousness blurred, their souls seeming to return to the Great Demonic Heaven, their senses immersed in indescribable joy, followed by the gradual decay of their flesh, blood, and bones.

The people on the island acted wantonly, some ecstatic, some sorrowful, their emotions magnified to the extreme, eventually turning into empty shells of walking corpses.

After a ceremony, there were tens of thousands of corpses on the scene.

Carrion-eating insects swarmed around the corpses, the stench indescribable, blood soaking the floor tiles, making the atmosphere of the ceremony bizarre and inexplicable.

Hundreds of corpse-moving monks emerged, their five senses already sealed off, so they remained conscious, taking turns sending the corpses to the Flesh and Blood Palace.

In just a moment, newborn monks were conceived and born, nonchalantly cleaning the temple streets, quickly making them spotless.

The Buddhist sect relied on the Flesh and Blood Palace to ensure a continuous supply of manpower.

If Ren Qing were present, he would be able to discover the strangeness of the Buddhist aura, noticing that the current Buddhist sect was vastly different because of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

After the Supreme Heavenly Demon replaced Dipankara, the Buddhist aura was more like a unique aura mixed with the Heavenly Demon aura, giving rise to a kind of unique aura, even more terrifyingly corrosive.

The Buddhist aura could fundamentally enslave living beings, allowing their souls to be used by Dipankara Ancient Buddha.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Hui Kong looked worried, the veins on his forehead wriggling slightly, obviously also enduring the blissful pleasure brought by the Buddhist aura, but his powerful willpower forcibly maintained a trace of reason.

His condition had been somewhat abnormal recently, his emotions always rising and falling inexplicably, so he did not participate in the Ascension to the Land of Ultimate Bliss celebration.

Hui Kong focused on the development of the situation, but everything revealed something unusual.

It wasn't that it wasn't going smoothly, but rather that it was going too smoothly.

The Eighteen Arhats spent fifty years to fully recover, at least two hundred years earlier than expected, indicating that the Buddhist sect already had hundreds of thousands of nominal believers, but the reality was quite the opposite.

The monks that Hui Kong sent out to spread the Buddhist faith were not very efficient, and they had only attracted twenty or thirty thousand nominal believers so far.

Moreover, they always encountered all kinds of troubles.

It was as if an invisible force was acting on both the Daoist and Buddhist sides, allowing their forces to maintain a very delicate balance.

Hui Kong didn't know if he was overthinking it, and now he could only go all the way to the end.

While he was in a daze, the Eighteen Arhats in the sea suddenly moved, with the Laughing Lion Arhat leading six of them towards the island.

The Arhats walked on the water, their skin appearing scorched brown under the sunlight, the Buddhist aura emanating from them becoming more and more intense, spreading to the surrounding thousands of miles of sea.

A large number of fish floated to the surface, densely packed with corpses.

Hui Kong sighed.

The departure of the Eighteen Arhats represented that his remaining power had been stripped away, and the Arhats would be fully responsible for spreading the faith next.

No matter how much he pitied himself, it was useless, and he couldn't change anything in the end.

Hui Kong stretched out his arm, the skin and flesh as thin as firewood, like a dried corpse, it was almost time for him to die and regenerate his body.

He planned to live and die in the illusion of bliss, but suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his brain, and couldn't help but gasp for air.

"Hiss..."

Hui Kong forcefully covered his head, his temples bulging.

His memories became blurred, and then unfamiliar and chaotic images appeared in his memory.

The Hui Kong in the picture was a little unfamiliar, his identity seemed to be a Buddhist ascetic monk, practicing by walking and giving alms every day.

"Previous life?"

"I don't know how many times I've died in the Buddhist sect, and I still have a previous life?"

Blood flowed from Hui Kong's five senses, his head seemed to explode.

He saw himself cultivating hard for hundreds of years, coming to the end of the Journey to the West, said to have Mahayana Buddhism, which could be used to transcend the mortal womb.

Hui Kong in his previous life did indeed do it, but what greeted him was not Mahayana Buddhism.

Hui Kong's pupils shrank.

The picture came to the end, a Buddha covering the sky and the sun, extracting his soul from his body, becoming an ant under the lotus throne.

Hui Kong fell into a trance, until the island shook and the mountains shook, then he came back to his senses.

Boom.

The island was pushed by the six Arhats, heading towards the depths of the sea.

It was definitely not enough to revive the Eighteen Arhats alone, and many sleeping Bodhisattvas would be revived next, and their group of monks who descended to the world were just tools to awaken the Buddhas.

Hui Kong watched the fanatical monks, a sense of absurdity surging in his heart.

"Hell is nothing more than this, right?"

Being a slave for generations, never being able to be reborn, the so-called transcendence into Buddhahood is just a nihilistic and beautiful wish.

In the end, it's just ants...

"Hahahaha."

Hui Kong took a deep breath of Buddhist aura, couldn't help laughing out loud, but tears flowed from his eyes, his spirit already on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, a mysterious technique appeared in his mind.

Hui Kong didn't know what the technique represented, but it was better than never being reborn, even if the technique had unimaginable drawbacks.

He staggered into the meditation room, practicing the technique in the harsh cheers.

The moon fell and the sun rose, and soon the monks in the temple gradually forgot about one person, that was the abbot Hui Kong who used to accompany the Dipankara statue.

The six Arhats pushed the island, and the remaining twelve Arhats went to the mainland, and at the same time, their bodies underwent creepy changes.

The skin of the Arhats festered, and after the newborn skin grew well, a full Flesh and Blood Palace appeared on the surface.

Their mission was not to destroy the Daoist forces, but to conceive more monks.

The reshaped world was like a vast chessboard, with the two Heavenly Daos playing against each other, but before the Supreme Heavenly Demon descended, the outcome was still unknown.

The top monks of the Daoist sect were just Land Immortals in the Yang God realm, and the twelve Arhats occupied the southern region in a devastating manner.

Before long, they began to batch conceive monks.

The Daoist forces were forced to integrate the common people and evacuate to the relatively safe Central Continent, resulting in a large-scale refugee tide.

Accompanying the refugee tide was a famine of lack of food and rice.

In ancient times with backward productivity, fleeing usually led to famines in which nine out of ten houses were empty, and I don't know how many mortals would die because of this.

The Forbidden Prison Hall possessed a world in its stomach, and the stored grain was enough for the mortals outside to eat for ten thousand years.

But Zhou Zuosan did not take action, and still let the immortals and gods secretly arrange, like chess pieces on the chessboard.

He seemed to be waiting for the next reaction from the Three Dao Ancestors, and the immortals and gods also paid close attention to it, wanting to verify the guess in their hearts from it.

As a result, only half a year after the famine started, continuous light rain began to fall in the north.

Usually when the sun was still shining brightly, rain fell on the earth.

Because of the abundance of rain, coupled with the uninterrupted exposure to the sun, the yield of various grains reached a new high in a hundred years, and the mountains and plains were full of golden farmland.

Obviously, the hypothesis proposed by Zhou Zuosan was likely to be true, "The living beings outside have no cognitive errors, it has always been their cognition that has problems, and the Three Dao Ancestors are not extraterrestrial demons."

The Three Dao Ancestors have compassion for all living beings, and the identity of extraterrestrial demons is not valid.

The Three Dao Ancestors' alienification of the creatures before the disaster should be a means of mending the fold after the sheep are lost, wanting to turn the distorted world back to normal.

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As a result, it was to no avail, could it be that there really are extraterrestrial demons?

In the end, the Three Dao Ancestors completely gave up, chose to descend and reshape the world, and used the survivors of 20,000 years ago as the foundation of civilization.

Even if the Forbidden Prison Hall was mentally prepared, it was still frightened by the real fear.

As the abandoned children of the Three Dao Ancestors, they could only hope that Ren Qing would be promoted to Heavenly Dao.

Otherwise, whether it was the Three Dao Ancestors or the Supreme Heavenly Demon, they were all enemies to the Forbidden Prison Hall, after all, if they were not of my race, their hearts must be different.

The response of the Three Dao Ancestors continued to ferment, not just ending the famine.

With cries, some of the infants born in various towns actually accompanied by anomalies, and even rare and exotic animals protected them.

According to the spies of the Forbidden Prison Hall, at least two hundred Chosen Ones were born one after another.

Why do they say that they are Chosen Ones, because their souls are naturally extremely compatible with the Heavenly Dao, their physique is still a Dao body with a hundred meridians, and they are already precocious enough to recognize thousands of characters at the age of one.

They practice techniques, completely getting twice the result with half the effort.

The Daoist sect with the upper limit of the Yang God realm will break through the bottleneck of the Yang God realm and reach the Heavenly Aberrant realm with the help of this group of Chosen Ones.

Zhou Zuosan did not hesitate, and sent immortals and gods to all parts of the world in his stomach.

They looked for the reincarnation of the pseudo-souls of ancient monks, and soon found more than a dozen people, including geniuses who had created the Forbidden Prison Art.

In the past, Ren Qing had put a batch of ancient monks' souls to reincarnate, wanting to give birth to some backbones of the Forbidden Prison Hall, but unfortunately it ended in failure.

After all, pseudo-souls are pseudo-souls, even if they have the same temperament, their luck is always a little worse, making it difficult to become immortals and attain Dao.

Zhou Zuosan personally took action, using resources at the level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal to refine a postnatal Dao body for them, and the soul was also strengthened to the extreme that mortals could bear with the help of resources.

Just when the various Daoist sects outside were snapping up the innate Dao body, the Forbidden Prison Hall threw this group of orphaned infants with postnatal Dao bodies into different towns.

From the surface, the aptitude of the orphaned infants was only a little worse than that of the innate Dao body, but their bodies had certain defects more or less.

The Daoist sect naturally couldn't let it go, and the postnatal Dao body was quickly divided up.

They called the situation of the Dao bodies pouring out as "The Great Era of Contention," predicting that the Daoist sect was about to enter an unprecedented prosperous age.

Little did they know that the postnatal Dao body would gradually recall the memories of its previous life as its cultivation improved.

The reason why Zhou Zuo San wanted to use the postnatal Dao body to infiltrate the Daoist sect was on the one hand to verify a possibility, that is, whether the "Aberrant Dao system" and the "Great Dao system" represented by the Three Dao Ancestors could have a trace of complementary opportunities.

If it really succeeded, Zhou Zuosan didn't mind letting the hundreds of millions of monks in the world in his stomach change their system and switch to the seat of the Three Dao Ancestors.

On the other hand, he found that the Three Dao Ancestors seemed to be guarding against something.

The Three Dao Ancestors' attitude towards the Forbidden Prison Hall was very indifferent, and they also maintained neutrality towards the Supreme Heavenly Demon, clearly there was a greater threat in the dark.

Since the Three Dao Ancestors didn't care, then he didn't intend to be polite.

Zhou Zuosan wanted to take the opportunity to occupy the magpie's nest, and use the postnatal Dao body of the Forbidden Prison Hall to share the resources given by the Three Dao Ancestors to the innate Dao body.

Because Ren Qing had not yet been promoted to the Heavenly Dao, he wanted to ensure the balance between the two sides as much as possible.

Of course, the most important thing was that as the Supreme Heavenly Demon gradually approached, Zhou Zuosan's speculation about the disaster became more and more certain.

At the same time.

The Three Pure Ones Temple was overcrowded, and was holding the ceremony for the headmaster to accept disciples.

The platform floated in mid-air, dragged by white smoke, in the center was an old man with Dao bones and immortal style, and eight children over ten years old.

Tens of thousands of disciples looked admiringly, their eyes filled with surprise when they looked at the children.

As expected of the innate Dao body, only a few years after entering the Dao, they have already set foot in the perfection of Refining Essence into Qi, and Refining Qi into God is just around the corner.

Their cultivation has no bottlenecks, and it is estimated that they will set foot on the Land Immortal at the age of fifty.

More than two hundred innate Dao bodies are distributed in the various Daoist sects, after all, their respective resources are limited, and it is impossible to guarantee hundreds of Land Immortals at the same time.

Even though there are only eight innate Dao bodies, the resources of the other disciples are still deeply affected, and the Three Pure Ones Temple already has a clear resource tilt.

"From now on, they will be the eight chief seats of the Three Pure Ones Temple, and as long as they defeat any one of them, they will be able to obtain their resource supply."

The headmaster was drawing an almost impossible pie in front of the disciples.

The innate Dao bodies coldly stared at the disciples of the Three Pure Ones Temple, their sense of superiority made them not think that they were the same kind of people as ordinary disciples.

"Disciple, if it weren't for the birth of the immortal body, with your aptitude, the position of chief seat would never fall into the hands of others."

The skinny old woman muttered to herself with a sharp mouth, she looked weak on the outside, and emitted an unpleasant smell of corpses.

The two disciples who followed her also looked a little unlike ordinary people.

One boy's hair was light white, his pupils were pure black, and his hands drooped below his knees, and his back was completely hunched.

There was also a boy with an extra arm under his ribs, and his right foot was withered and deformed.

Their eyes stared at the figures of the innate Dao bodies, the greed in their eyes seemed to dig out their hearts and lungs, and their mouths were full of nonsense.

"You're right, Six Diseases, Tai Sui?"

The two boys did not answer, as the reincarnation of the pseudo-souls of ancient monks, they had all the characteristics of evil Daoist monks.

The Forbidden Prison Hall was like a parasite, secretly starting to absorb the blood of the Daoist sect, trying to influence the situation in a way of infiltration.

The outside world fell into a stalemate.

The Buddhist and Daoist sides tacitly occupied the north and south respectively, waiting for the arrival of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

Only the Forbidden Prison Hall has been busy, and Zhou Zuosan has been constantly releasing a large number of tasks, instructing the immortals and gods to go to the outside world to arrange.

Many of the actions are meaningless in the eyes of the Great Dream Real Person, and even Zhou Zuosan himself will overthrow them in a short time.

But the immortals and gods saw Zhou Zuosan's increasingly inflated head, and understood that besides trusting Zhou Zuosan, they had no other choice.

Time passed little by little, and five hundred years seemed like a blink of an eye.

Zhou Zuosan's voice sounded in the ears of the immortals and gods of the Three Realms: "The Supreme Heavenly Demon is here."