Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 866: Bodhi Demon Body

After listening to the master's words, Chu Tai said meaningfully: "Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind are called seven parts, but they are actually six concepts derived from the six roots. The strongest physical body is just split twice. The weakest eyes may not be as good as the body with only spiritual charm in the Flame Mountain."

"It seems that the body of this Fighting Buddha is extraordinary. Even after being torn apart like this, he has not fallen into the devil's way."

"Wukong has obtained the essence of heaven and earth, the splendor of the sun and the moon, and has been nurtured by the Supreme Elixir, tempered by the peaches of the Jade Pool, and refined into a ball in the Eight Trigrams Furnace. He is a rare cultivator in the world who has achieved an indestructible body and a body that can withstand all calamities. He is also one of the few people we have found who can resist the turbid air in the spiritual rhythm."

As the master spoke, he seemed to think of something and added, "By the way, the underworld was the first to have problems back then, and you were also the first among us to fall into the cycle of reincarnation. You probably don't know how powerful the turbid air in the spiritual rhythm is now."

"This turbid energy seems to be born and die together with the spiritual energy, and is not affected by any acquired magic. Except for a few people, no one is able to resist it. Even if we are faced with the erosion of this turbid energy, we can only transfer it away. If we forcefully collect it, we will only be affected by it and fall into the devil's way."

"For example, the Queen Mother of the West has great compassion. She wanted to borrow the power of heaven to perform the Five Punishments and destroy the turbid air, but in the end it backfired. Now I'm not sure if the Queen Mother of the West in West Kunlun is still the original Queen Mother of the West..."

After hearing about the Queen Mother of the West's experience, Chu Tai thought of something and asked, "How did you all rotate?"

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Bodhi was stunned for a moment, as if he was trying to recall something.

Chu Tai also prayed silently to the deity, but the connection seemed to be covered by a thin layer of mist. There was a brief pause and no information came through the connection.

He immediately stopped praying and turned to sense the power of the Donghuang Bell.

The powers of the eight kinds of Taoist fruits, namely Donghuang, Dongjun, Yunzhongjun, Dasimi, Shaosimi, Shan Gui, Hebo, Xiangjun and Xiangfuren, are functioning normally, and the power of the Donghuang Bell is rising and falling normally. At the same time, Chu Tai sensed a little bit of the original body's will from it.

'Don't trust any connections other than the Donghuang Bell.'

At the same time, Patriarch Bodhi slowly opened his mouth.

"I don't remember. I only remember that after the Conferred Gods War during the Shang Dynasty, problems first appeared in the underworld, then in the Queen Mother of the West, and then my predecessor, his senior brother, and the Three Immortals were reincarnated one after another. After that, I became the manifestation of the heart."

"And the Three Immortals were divided into two parts. The physical form became the Three Pure Ones in the Heavenly Palace today, while the essence of their vitality became the Supreme Taoist."

"As for my predecessor's senior brother, he was also divided into three parts. His physical body stayed on Lingshan Mountain for ferrying, his relics were taken away by Tathagata, and his great wish turned into a white lotus and became Maitreya."

Although he knew that there were big problems in this world, Chu Tai had never expected that the problems in this world had become so serious.

The three immortals who heard this secret news were stunned and could not help but shrink their bodies for fear of attracting attention.

Chu Tai was silent for a moment, then said, "How many normal gods and Buddhas are there in the Heavenly Palace and Lingshan now?"

"Less than 1% are completely normal, less than 10% are mostly normal, and less than half are just maintaining their bottom line. The vast majority are unable to overcome their own difficulties. For example, Lord Long En could not tolerate himself falling into the devil's way again, so he chose to sacrifice himself and tried to take away a batch of turbid air."

"But he obviously didn't succeed. You saw the ending. He became a monster that was neither alive nor dead."

"Another group of them were targeted by others to serve as containers for carrying turbid air in the future. If you go to Pansiling, you will have a chance to see two typical representatives."

When he said this, Bodhi Patriarch's eyes also showed some sinisterness. Chu Tai flicked his finger, and the spiritual light turned into the shadow of the treasure bell, which attracted some of the breath of the Donghuang Bell. A small cyclone appeared at the mouth of the bell, absorbing the turbid air and black air around it, and then Chu Tai gently knocked it with Ruyi.

The shadow of the precious bell shattered, and the black and turbid air dissipated. Patriarch Bodhi's face changed slightly, and then he said helplessly: "Did you see it? This is the terrible thing about turbid air. It is difficult for us to detect the problem. By the time we find out something is wrong, it is too late."

"Does this turbid air have any other characteristics?"

The ancestor thought for a moment and said, "According to the calculations of me, Taishang, and Maitreya, this turbid qi, in addition to its difficult-to-detect characteristics, also has the problem that the longer you live, the more easily you will be affected. We suspect that our so-called transfer is not actually thorough."

"Then, as long as the spiritual charm is maintained at a certain strength, the problem of turbid qi can be suppressed. However, after each action, the spiritual charm required will be further increased. This is one of the reasons why Tathagata and the Emperor of Heaven rarely take action now, and this is also a big advantage for you."

"Finally, souls that have lost their bodies and whose spirits are broken are less likely to be affected. This is why most of the heavenly soldiers and generals in the Heavenly Palace are puppets. Speaking of which, this method was deduced by the Supreme and I together."

When talking about the last one, Patriarch Bodhi was quite pleased with himself, and Chu Tai was also sure that this old Taoist Bodhi was also abnormal.

What he called a broken soul was essentially an attempt to force out the innate spiritual light bestowed upon all living beings by the Supreme Dao Ancestor.

The essence of that innate spiritual light is supreme and pure. So far, Chu Tai has not seen anything that can affect it.

But it is very troublesome to draw this thing out. It can only be possible with extreme emotions, or by separating the individual's three souls and seven spirits and mental will to the point where it is difficult to separate.

On this point, Chu Tai, who had separated them briefly in the past in order to condense the Dharma of [One], can be said to have the most say.

Thinking of this, Chu Tai asked the master why he had been imprisoned here.

"Why would I seal myself here?"

Patriarch Bodhi was stunned again. He scratched his head, thought again and again, and some black air gradually emerged from his body.

Then he widened his eyes and said, "No, I haven't already!"

He turned around and yelled at Chu Tai, "Go! Leave quickly, I have already..."

The black gas continued to roll, and many vine-like things grew out of the Patriarch's body, entangled with each other, making him look like a twisted tree. Among the tangled branches and leaves, there were countless hideous human faces, showing all kinds of painful expressions.

The eyes, mouths, noses, and ears of some of the human faces were pierced, and sticky juice oozed out, and countless extreme emotions began to spread outward.

As these emotions leaked out, the original face of the Patriarch became more and more peaceful, and a layer of delicate, silky moss appeared on the surface, glowing with emerald green, showing a soft and warm feeling, which made people feel good when they saw it.

But there was no emotion in the master's eyes; they were cold, steady and rational.

(End of this chapter)