Chapter 323 There is a road to heaven, but don’t take it

It is said that on that day, a crack appeared in the blockade of the sky, revealing a glimmer of breath, which led to countless changes and also alarmed some people in the dark.

In a remote temple, the golden Buddha was stained with blood and corpses were scattered all over the ground. A monk took back his hand that had reached into the person in front of him. The person's mouth was filled with blood foam and he collapsed to the ground, not making a sound soon after.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, some were smelly and filthy, some had countless blood and flesh covering the ground, and some were sitting or standing like unknown animals with rigid bones and nodules.

The monk, also known as Mahāyūdī, slaughtered all the people in the temple. Countless fleshy tentacles crawled out from under his feet and devoured all the corpses on the ground.

He was killed in the fairyland, and most of the world was destroyed along with Wushengtian. In order to be resurrected, he had no choice but to follow his worshiper to the mortal world and transform him into a second body. The immortality of the immortals and gods works in this way. Whenever they die, their origin is immortal. If they don't want to fall asleep and wait for resurrection after who knows how many years, they will choose a way to be transformed by a master, incorporate the immortality into it, occupy the body, and resurrect again.

The fairy world was under the watchful eyes of a pack of wolves, and countless sleeping fairies and gods were divided and devoured. There was also an external invasion, and Desire King did not dare to take the risk, so he had to be resurrected in the lower world.

'Damn it, why does that monkey keep chasing me and hitting me?'

He recalled the scene before his death and couldn't help but shudder. In his memory, he ate humans, immortals, and gods, but had never eaten monkeys. However, in the battle in the immortal world, every time the damn monkey swung two sticks, one of the sticks would be random, but the other one would definitely fall on him, and beat the Great Seductive Heaven into blood foam.

The flesh and blood tentacles were retracted, and Daseyutian's complexion looked better, and even his aura increased a lot. Although it was easy to be resurrected in the lower realm, this method of resurrection was tantamount to forcibly abandoning most of his cultivation and losing countless spiritual powers. It would take quite a while to recover.

"Fortunately, I have these disciples of my lineage, who share the same origin and can recover faster. I must recover my strength as soon as possible and return to the realm of immortals."

Da Seyutian looked at the temple that had returned to its peace and tranquility. He felt no wavering at all about the Taoist disciple who had killed him. These were just some food for the livestock. The Taoist tradition was passed down for this moment.

At this moment, a wave flashed across the sky, and a breath was looming, and a look of surprise appeared on Daseseyutian's calm face.

"This... this is the breath of immortals and gods, the breath of the immortal world! Could it be that an immortal god wants to take this opportunity to descend to the mortal world?"

His mind was in a mess. I was weak now, and the immortals in the fairy world would do anything to plunder each other's immortality. What's more, I don't know whether the invader is in the fairy world.

"Whether it's an immortal or an invader, they are all great dangers to me. Once discovered, I'm afraid I'll be in great trouble. Besides, I don't know how many immortals are hiding in this mortal world, ready to revive. No, I have to speed up. The closest sect to here is..."

Dasexutian couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He kept searching based on his memories of communicating with his successors when he was a Buddha. When he remembered the nearest location of the Taoist sect, he was slightly stunned.

Immortals and gods leave behind their Taoist traditions before ascending to heaven, which is like planting fruits and allowing them to grow wildly in the mortal world. Immortals and gods can keep a clear account of the ripening and rotting of the fruits. Except for the inevitable losses due to the death of the heir or fighting with others or monsters, the immortals and gods mostly know the numbers of fruits that grow healthily.

But Daseseyutian was a little confused. His account book recorded everything clearly, without any error. But when he pulled out the bill for comparison, he couldn't make it match. He found that one of the fruit trees had disappeared for no reason. It was not a loss like being killed by someone, nor was it a loss due to the demise of the Taoist tradition. Instead, an entire tree was missing out of thin air for unknown reasons.

'How could this happen? Is someone plotting against me?'

Da Seyutian was thinking in his heart, but now the aura of the immortal world was revealed and the situation was beyond his control. Every increase in strength would determine his own survival. He thought about it again and again and couldn't make up his mind.

At the same time, in a busy city, there was a man standing. There were many passers-by, but no one noticed him.

He was a tall man, wearing a light gold robe, with three strands of beard hanging down to his chest. In front of him was a pottery basin, in which a green plant was growing, with yellow branches and leaves, a fortune tree. The man looked at the fortune tree, the basin was good, he often watered and cared for it, trimmed the dead branches and rotten leaves, but the roots of the green plant were still rotten, with a faint stench, and not many dead leaves left, it was dying.

"Rotten seeds will never produce good fruit. Only by finding good seeds and cultivating them with nutrients can good fruit be produced."

Man, Wuxian God of Wealth sighed and spoke, no longer paying attention to the green plants, letting them lose their last vitality, gradually withering and dying.

“No one says there is someone, there is Tao says there is no Tao, bad dharma is destroyed, evil dharma is born. One who is close to heterodox dharma will have evil views for many lifetimes. The roots and buds will rot and the right fruit will not be achieved. One will have turbid views.” After the Five-Manifestation God of Wealth finished speaking, the invisible calamity energy dissipated and fell on the heaven and earth, on all living beings, on the immortals and gods, and also on the heart of the Great Desire God.

Da Seyutian hesitated for a while, but finally made up his mind: just take a look!
Having made a decision in his mind, he looked back at the temple behind him, his figure rose and fell several times, and ran towards the distance.

When he stopped, another temple appeared in front of him with three big words written on it - Guandao Temple.

Da Seyutian did not rush in, but concealed his body and fell into the temple silently.

I saw that this small temple was not big and there were not many monks. They neither meditated nor chanted scriptures or discussed Zen. Some of them were cleaning up the dead leaves in the yard with brooms, while others were tending the fields and planting fruits and vegetables.

Daseseyutian took a deep breath. There was no abnormality in the temple as the evil was flowing. However, there was one thing missing: the aura of the magical power he passed down.

He stepped into the courtyard and a fat monk hurriedly passed by him. Although he was fat and stopped to rest from time to time, his face was contented and he did not show much anger.

The fat monk from the Lustful Heavenly Dynasty took a closer look, observing the bones, the flesh and the skin, and it was clear at a glance that there was an aura flowing in the monk's body, but it was not his own magical power.

'He's a good candidate for cultivating the view of flesh and blood'

He muttered to himself and looked around. All the monks coming and going had a strange aura and looked contented, as if this place was a paradise.

Da Lustfultian looked again and found that there were actually women in this small temple. They were carrying firewood, lighting a fire, washing pots and cooking. Just as he was watching, an old monk walked out of the meditation room.

The old monk was thin, but not completely white bones. His face was just a little thinner and his bones were jagged, like a piece of dry firewood. However, he could sit, stand, and walk without any difficulty, and came and went like the wind.

A nameless anger rose in Dasexutian's heart. He did not recognize the others, but he was very familiar with this old monk. This was clearly the chief of the local lineage and the successor of his sect who practiced the White Bone Contemplation. He once communicated with him in his mind. At that time, the old monk had turned into a white skeleton and was about to cultivate into the form of Acalanatha. Another step further, he would become the White Bone Arhat.

Once the skeleton is formed, all the bones in the body will become one, not shaking or moving. It is nothing like it is now!

"Someone is destroying my orthodoxy!"

The old monk Nagarjuna had just received the news that a major change was about to happen, and was about to summon Gala and the monks to discuss countermeasures. After taking a few steps, he saw a monk appear in front of him.

"Nagarjuna! You are so bold! Where is my Taoist heritage?"

(End of this chapter)