Chapter 62 Gods and Buddhas are poisonous

Chapter 62 Gods and Buddhas are poisonous

Xie Que's figure suddenly stood on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He took a deep breath.

However, Dashun did not say it clearly, but told himself in this way.

This means that Yuan Shun does not want others to know about this matter, and his current situation is still safe.

After all, Xie Que knew the Demon-Suppressing Division very well and would never let go of such things like occupying a magpie's nest.

Who knows what purpose you have in occupying someone else's body? Maybe your Yin Shen body is some kind of heretic demon cultivator, and the Demon Suppressor would rather kill the wrong person than let such an incident go.

Yuan Shun nodded towards Xie Cuo without saying much.

Shen Ning's voice also suddenly entered Xie Que's mind: "Is that your father?"

Xie Que didn't know how to respond, so Shen Ning said again: "If you send your thoughts to the mark in your left hand, I can hear it."

Xie Que immediately responded: "Yes."

"Tsk, tsk, your dad is not an easy person to get along with."

Xie Que asked with some confusion: "You know?"

Shen Ning replied: "I have entered the Third Realm myself and traveled across the Danan Mountains for more than a hundred years. But when your father first entered the realm of martial arts master, he killed seven or eight Third Realm spirits."

Xie Que couldn't help but feel a little stiff.

What he cares about is not that Dashun can kill seven or eight three-level spirits. He believes that he can easily do it now.

What made him a little unbelievable was that Shen Ning said that he had been in Danan Mountain for more than a hundred years.

Xie Que was silent for a while, and then he asked, "Ning'er, how old are you?"

"More than three hundred years old, what's wrong?"

Xie Que took a deep breath. The three hundred female college students gave me the elixir. Where is my own elixir?

Shen Ning suddenly exclaimed in Xie Que's head: "You are only sixteen years old!"

Xie Que responded with a somewhat dull "hmm" word.

Shen Ning said with a smile: "Then I really took advantage of it, but don't worry, given the upper limit of the life span of a spirit, I can only be regarded as a young girl."

After Xie Que reluctantly responded, he stopped paying attention to the tigress's teasing.

Instead, looking at his adoptive father walking on the river, a hundred kinds of feelings arose in his heart.

He recalled Dashun's enemy-like gaze at the moment he had just traveled through time.

He figured it out in a flash.

It turns out that Dashun has always known that he is not his original self.

Xie Que sighed secretly in his heart. He now couldn't figure out why his adoptive father didn't kill him at that time since he knew that he was not Xie Que.

A wave of confusion rushed into Xie Que's mind.

Nan Guang shouted loudly: "Although the two of us participated in the same Zen practice, out of more than ten brothers among us, you are the only one who has become a Holy Walker!"

"Senior brother, are you really going to give up the gift of Buddha?"

Dashun waved forward, and the bell on Xie Que's waist began to swing.

Scattered shadows gradually began to form, and the three heads were very terrifying.

Nan Guang sighed: "Senior brother, have you made up your mind?"

Yuan Shun also said firmly: "Even the Buddha can't stop me."

When the surrounding secret sect disciples heard this, they all lowered their heads and began to recite the scriptures as if they had violated the precepts.

Nanguang also sighed "sin" several times.

The bell rang, and a life-threatening Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded.

The three-headed shadow actually began to evolve, gradually turning into a ferocious appearance with three faces, six arms, and a green face and fangs.

This monster wears a skull crown on its head, has six round eyes, a sheepskin skirt, white bones as decoration, and holds a vajra.

"Vajrapani Bodhisattva!" Xie Que's pupils suddenly tightened.

I thought these three-headed shadows would be some kind of monsters, but I didn’t expect them to be the images of Bodhisattva from the secret sect.

Also known as: King Vajra Yaksha! Three sides of Mahakala! Secret Lord!

The top of Vajrapani Bodhisattva's head lit up with a fire of anger, and he looked at Yuanshun in front of him.

Yuanshun bowed to him, and the Buddha's light in his body began to flow out and poured into the Bodhisattva's body.

Following this, Yuan Shun began to grow older.

From the image of a young man in his twenties, he suddenly changed back to the appearance of a rickety old man.

Yuan Shun looked at Xie Que, his eyes full of hope: "My son, I hope you can take a step forward with your martial arts body!"

A message also entered Xie Que's mind: "Don't believe in gods and Buddhas, let alone worship them! Gods and Buddhas... are poisonous!"

As the last trace of Buddha's light in Yuan Shun's body faded, he had become the same image of a corpse hunter as before.

Vajrapani Bodhisattva then turned to look at Xie Que, pointing the vajra pestle forward in his hand.

Xie Que's body, along with the Buddha's light left by the mighty King Deming in Shen Ning's body, were all absorbed.

Yuan Shun bowed deeply to Vajrapani Bodhisattva: "Thank you Bodhisattva!"

The terrifying green-faced, fanged face of Vajrapani also nodded.

"I'm going too!"

With Yuan Shun's last shout, he took a step forward, and he stepped straight for more than a hundred meters.

Vajrapani Bodhisattva turned into a three-headed shadow again and hid in the bell on Xie Que's waist.

Nan Guang looked in the direction Yuan Shun was leaving and sighed: "Senior brother..."

Xie Que raised his hand and saw that the hook seal was still there, but some of the power within it had dissipated.

Shen Ning's voice also sounded in Xie Que's mind: "The Gou Zhao Seal can still be used. What your father took away was only the power of the Buddha. It does not affect the harmony of yin and yang that this Gou Zhao Seal represents."

Nan Guang looked at Xie Que and twirled the rosary beads in his hand: "Your father is really... stubborn."

Xie Cao nodded.

He already understood that Dashun had practiced hard for twenty years in silent deadwood meditation, but he never thought that it was actually a scam.

The result is no different from the so-called worship of gods.

Through the conversation with Shen Ning, Xie Que also understood.

The so-called worshiping gods is the final journey of a warrior.

Dedicate your whole body and soul to the gods and Buddhas to obtain power that can rival or even surpass the real person who has entered the Tao.

But the results for those who worship God will not be very good.

Shen Ning couldn't tell exactly how.

She only knows that all worshipers of gods will lose themselves in the end and become crazy and stupid.

Once upon a time, there were spirits from the three realms in the mountains who worshiped the so-called old immortals, and as a result they lost themselves.

A black bear that was close to the Taoist realm actually cut off its limbs and thought it had turned into a snake, crawling on the ground.

It also hunts food like a snake, only knowing how to swallow it.

Shen Ning had seen this scene before, so she vaguely knew something about worshiping gods.

According to her, the secret sect is a great religion of worshiping gods.

Among them, after the civil and martial arts disciples reach the third realm, those who have no potential to enter the Tao will basically worship gods.

Confusing thoughts flooded Xie Que's mind.

What are the gods and Buddhas in this world?

Why does Dashun know that gods and Buddhas are poisonous, and what kind of poison is it?

At this time, many of his doubts were resolved.

I originally thought that Nan Guang was just an ordinary martial arts master, but at this moment, I could still feel a sense of oppression from him.

Presumably Nanguang is the so-called worshiper of gods.

Nan Guang looked at Xie Que and smiled: "I didn't expect that my nephew would have a concubine so soon."

Xie Que smiled stiffly and nodded, but he didn't expect that the other party would notice it.

After carefully feeling the huge energy and blood in Xie Que's body, Nan Guang showed a hint of surprise: "You are indeed the martial arts wizard that Master said. You are even more talented than your father!"

He showed a hint of reminiscence: "I think back when I first entered the martial arts master realm, my energy and blood were probably not one-tenth of what you have now."

Xie Que felt a little embarrassed when he thought of the "fist that never left his hand" squeezed by him, but he still had a look of doubt on his face: "Is this a lot of energy and blood?"

Nan Guang coughed and nodded: "It's okay, don't be proud."

The uncle quickly changed the subject and said: "Your father has gone to pursue the true meaning of martial arts. From now on, the responsibility of collecting corpses will only depend on you."

Xie Tiao nodded: "I will definitely live up to my uncle's trust."