Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 379 The Transformation of the Dream Magical Tool

   After Ren Qing refined the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon, he immediately began to spread schizophrenia.

   Five Moonfall Pseudo-Dragons took advantage of the night to travel through the sky, and then submerged into the outskirts of the town, and effortlessly got into the body of the monk.

  Ren Qing did not continue to increase the number of Moonfall Pseudo-Dragons, after all, he needed to separate out his mind control and use the Six Diseases to assist.

   No matter how many Moonfall Pseudo-Dragons, they must be built on the premise that he can take care of them.

   Besides, the four newly refined Moonfall Pseudo-Dragons all use Soul Butterfly Projection as the medium of the Six-Disease Technique, so the efficiency is naturally much worse.

  In the moonlight, the wooden windows seem to be blown open by the breeze.

   The monk was still asleep for the first breath, then woke up by the pain, trembling all over his body, his forehead was covered with pea-sized sweat.

   They even had the illusion of a ghost press, because no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't even move their little finger.

   After the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon climbed into the head, it cut off the nerves connecting the body, making them temporarily turn into a vegetative state.

   Black Tiger's memory flooded into his brain, and there seemed to be countless blood-red scriptures in front of the monk's eyes, full of misinterpretations of Buddhism.

   "Woooooo..."

  As the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon completely dominated the monk's brain, schizophrenia was born, and the fourth consciousness was born.

   The fear in the monk's eyes dissipated, and soon there was only confusion left. He seemed to have forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

   After a while, they fell asleep again.

   Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon climbed out of its mouth after completing its goal and disappeared along the corner of the wall.

  Ren Qing frowned slightly, because he found that the speed of spreading schizophrenia was far behind expectations, mainly because of the six diseases, which must be carefully controlled.

   He has been exhausting his energy by performing the Six-Disease Technique hundreds of times in a row, not to mention the need to prevent his breath from leaking out, so as not to be detected by Buddha Qi.

  Ren Qing was busy all night.

   By the time the early sun rose, more than a hundred monks had just contracted the disease.

   "That's not good, it's impossible to stay in the Ci family for a few years."

  Ren Qing shook his head wearily, the speed of the plan was not as smooth as he imagined, and it would take some time to gather 10,000 monks.

   He is not in a hurry to pull into the small world of Nanshan. After all, there are hundreds of thousands of monks in the sky, and they really want to start prolonging their lives. Taking the opportunity to steal thousands of years, it won't take too long.

  Ren Qing knows one thing well, if you don't move, you're done, and if you move, it will be thunderous.

   If you increase the number of infected monks while prolonging your life, the variables will be too great, and it will even easily lead to the situation of stealing chickens and losing rice.

   Even though the current small world of Nanshan can only accommodate a thousand people, according to the growth rate of artifact spirits, it will soon be able to reach the ghost realm.

   At that time, the area of ​​Nanshan Small World will skyrocket at least ten times, and it will be filled only by the moonfall pseudo-dragon spread.

  Ren Qing narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the dream seed.

   First, use the nightmare breath to complete the transformation of the dream magic tool, and then it will definitely improve the efficiency of spreading schizophrenia.

  …

   Unknowingly, the day passed away, the town was shrouded in darkness again, and hundreds of thousands of monks recited scriptures involuntarily.

   Until the waning moon hangs high in the sky, the evening classes end one after another.

  The Golden Light Temple was quiet, and only a few novice monks patrolled the temple, and from time to time they beat the gongs in their hands.

   is not to prevent gangsters from coming to the door, but mainly because of the fear of an open flame igniting the temple.

  When the two novices came to the abbot Wunian's wing, they couldn't help but look at each other, their expressions a little surprised.

   There was a scream of pain coming from the room, and by listening to the sound, I knew it was Wu Nian himself.

  The novice couldn't help but said, "Senior Brother Wuwu, what do you say?"

   Wuwu novice hesitated for a moment, then replied softly: "Recently, the abbot has been restless, maybe it is a sign that he is about to sit down?"

"Probably."

  Wu Rang can't help but show envy on his face. For monks in the heavens, sitting and passing away can be said to be a lifelong pursuit.

   Sitting represents the achievement of the true fruit, transcendence and Buddhahood.

   It can be seen that the Buddha Qi of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva wiped out their seven emotions and six desires, but instead magnified the idea of ​​becoming a Buddha infinitely.

   "If the abbot is going to sit down, we still have to make sure that the situation is better."

   The two novices pushed open the door and walked towards the source of the sound with their lanterns held up. Their expressions were rather relaxed at this time.

  Can wait for the novice to see Wu Nian, and his legs go weak with fright.

  I saw Wu Nian, although his eyes were tightly closed, his expression was extremely terrifying, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat, as if he was enduring some kind of pain all the time.

   "Abbot..."

   Wurang subconsciously took a few steps forward, and the gong accidentally hit the wall, making a clear and loud sound.

   Abbot's bed immediately moved, Wu Nian opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the two dumbfounded people inexplicably.

   He was silent for a few breaths before the bloodshot eyes gradually faded: "What's wrong?"

  The two novices stumblingly told what they had seen and heard, Wu Nian just held his temples to listen, and after a while, he waved his hands to let the two leave.

  The novice looked at each other and walked out of the wing, Wu Nian in the room lay down again, and it didn't take long for a painful groan to be heard.

   They had just had doubts in their hearts, but because of the Buddha's spirit, they were soon filled with the belief of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva.

   Little did they know that the abbot's consciousness was no longer in his body, he had already crossed the plane, and he was in a small, narrow world.

  Ren Qing looked at Nanshan Small World with a complicated expression.

The situation inside    is extremely bizarre, it can be described as a group of demons dancing.

  The monks sat cross-legged on the futon, while chanting Buddhist scriptures, all the nightmares they had were adultery and looting, and it was not even the experience of a black tiger.

  Ren Qing originally planned to use the fourth consciousness of hundreds of monks to nourish the dream seeds through the aura of fear brought by nightmares.

   Unexpectedly, the fourth consciousness is even more evil than imagined.

   No matter how disinterested monks are on weekdays, the fourth consciousness is full of greedy instincts, which can easily create fear.

  Ren Qing called the fourth consciousness "evil thoughts", which is not without reason.

  Evil thoughts on the one hand have the most revered belief in Maitreya Bodhisattva, and on the other hand are full of all kinds of desires to drink blood.

  Ren Qing can clearly feel that evil thoughts are thriving in the small world of Nanshan, and even have a tendency to overwhelm the main consciousness.

   In this short period of time, the evil thoughts of hundreds of monks have already begun to alienate, just like the corpse Buddha who is about to be seated.

  In the end, all the evil thoughts, without exception, turned into a bloody, skinless monk who closed his eyes and suffered the pain caused by the nightmare.

   Even some enjoyment?

   Even Ren Qing, the initiator, had a tingling scalp.

   It seems that the negative emotions generated by the monk's three strands of consciousness will be unknowingly swallowed up by evil thoughts, which will become more terrifying.

  The only thing that is fortunate is that the efficiency of obtaining the Nightmare Breath is very high.

   Ren Qing had previously relied on the punishment of the cultivator who committed the crime, and the dream seed and the soul butterfly were already close to transformation, and now they have directly broken through the bottleneck.

  As he watched, the three dream seeds gathered together, heading towards the Yongjian River in the stomach, and soon disappeared into it.

  The dream seed turned into a distorted light and shadow, then flew to the dream market, and finally got into the ghost market and collided with the soul butterfly body.

  Dream spells have been linked, and the two instruments can be counted as originating from the same source.

  Due to the nourishment of the nightmare atmosphere, the combination of the dream seed and the instinctive choice of the soul butterfly has resulted in the birth of a magic weapon that is more suitable for the dream.

  Ren Qing saw that the purpose of this trip was achieved, and the sky outside began to light up, so he canceled the nightmare imposed on the evil thoughts.

   He also became more determined, and spread the idea of ​​schizophrenia first.

  The monk's appearance returned to normal again, and when he looked up, he looked up to be an eminent monk, and there was no strange **** appearance not long ago.

   However, Ren Qing can still see in their eyes, the obsession with greed, hatred and hatred, and the naked desire like a beast.

   To tell the truth, the most mad monks would not behave like this, and it is probably the situation caused by the Buddha's qi of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva.

  No desire and no desire is also an extreme in a sense.

   So when evil thoughts were born, monks jumped from one extreme to the other, falling into an almost paranoid **** flow.

  Ren Qing anxiously expelled the evil thoughts from the small world of Nanshan.

  When the monk's consciousness returned to the body, it still did not cause any changes in the Buddha's spirit, which shows that good and evil are indeed not considered.

  Ren Qing repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong, so he turned his attention to the dream magic tool.

   Each dream market has become more solid after the transformation of the magical instruments, and has a faint connection with the Avici Hell in the forbidden area of ​​​​longevity.

  It’s a pity that it’s still a little bit worse.

  Ren Qing found that a seductive and beautiful vegetation suddenly appeared in a remote corner of the ghost city, and the monks walking around did not notice it.

  The vegetation has three butterflies of different colors. The blooming petals are like lifelike butterflies, and their wings are opened and closed over time.

   The pattern of a butterfly flower is like burning flames; the pattern of a butterfly flower is like countless Buddhas sitting cross-legged; the surface of the last butterfly flower is covered with animal head patterns.

   When Ren Qing's soul came into contact with the vegetation, a lot of information came into his mind.

   The new dream artifact is named "Soul Butterfly", which has the characteristics of both the Soul Butterfly and the Dream Seed.

   It must be known that the number of dream species is limited, and although Soul Butterfly can transform projections, the projections are not as good as one-tenth of the main body.

  The fused soul butterfly is different.

   Soul Butterfly can breed new "dream flowers" every once in a while. Dream flowers are equivalent to blank dream seeds, which can build a dream market and absorb alien breaths to protect themselves.

  Ren Qing then uses Menghua to cast the Six Diseases Technique, which not only makes the aura of the spell more subtle, but can also act on multiple targets.

   In this way, the speed of spreading schizophrenia has undoubtedly increased greatly.

  Ren Qing's soul just stretched out his hand to pick three dream flowers, and new stamens grew out, presumably they will bloom soon.

   He laughed wryly and laughed at himself: "When the number of Dream Flowers accumulates to a certain level, isn't it indistinguishable from those with a hundred eyes when they turn into double pupils?"

  Ren Qing couldn't help playing with Menghua, and controlled the Buddhist Menghua to throw it into the small world of Nanshan.

  Buddhist Dream Flower builds a dream that is both true and false, which is far more hidden than the dream seed, and even the generated food already has color and fragrance.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

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   (end of this chapter)