I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 438 Hidden Dragon in the Underworld, Ranged Mage

Although Xu Qing also loved corpses, he had a proper way of obtaining them and never engaged in short-sighted practices.

The Buddha who loves corpses, however, only engages in short-sighted and unprofitable activities.

This clearly violates Xu Qing's original intention of sustainable development in corpse collection and seriously disrupts the ecological balance of the corpse collection industry.

Old Xu was very angry, and the consequences were severe.

Seeing the cult leader's gloomy face, Zhang Pingsheng assumed that his cult leader was empathizing with him and wanted to avenge him, which was why he was so indignant.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? If I had known this demon was so hateful, I should have come here first to slay this villain and restore peace to the world when we were eliminating Ghost Law!"

Zhang Pingsheng clearly didn't understand what Ye Rongtai meant. He only knew that the leader was protective of his own and was eager to stand up for him, which moved him deeply!
"I will never forget the kindness and righteousness of the Master! In the future, whatever command the Master gives, I will obey without question!"

Xu Qing waved his hand and said, "The Twelve Leaders of the Yin River Sect have been poisoning the world for too long. You are not the only one who has a grudge against them. I hate them just as much. You don't need to be like this."

"Moreover, eliminating the demonic influence is precisely the core tenet of the Great Luo Sect!"

After saying that, Xu Qing patted Zhang Pingsheng on the shoulder again, and then he used his escape technique to disappear into the sky above the Gan River.

Apart from Zhang Pingsheng, only the ceaselessly flowing river and the vast expanse of misty waves remained in the original location.

Zhang Pingsheng cupped his hands in the direction Xu Qing had left, his respect for him growing ever stronger.

A leader who fights for the safety of all people day and night like this is probably hard to find in the entire Three Realms.

The ancient Yinhe River Road, the formless Daoist temple.

A thousand different forms of corpse Buddhas and a white bone Bodhisattva are meditating and debating scriptures.

"Amitabha."

The white-boned bodhisattva, draped in a human-skin robe, chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Buddha Master, this humble monk observes the turbulent waves of the Three Realms, and the myriad demonic obstacles arising in the sea of ​​the mind. Now there is a perilous cliff, hanging outside the realm of cause and effect, its shadow drawing ever closer, and this humble monk is filled with fear at the mere sight of it."

The corpse-bodied Buddha fiddled with the skull prayer beads in his hand, revealing a compassionate and merciful expression, and said with his eyes slightly closed:

"Tell me, where does this fear come from?"

The White Bone Bodhisattva said with considerable apprehension, "Recently, there has been a change in the underworld. Half of the gatekeepers of the twelve states have been killed by one person. The Dharma Lord has issued an order, decreeing that we find this person and report his background and origins to the underworld."

“However, all those who have seen this person in the past have been utterly destroyed, both in body and spirit. This humble monk is terrified by what he has heard of, and thus I have come to seek the Buddha’s guidance and beg for a way to liberation.”

The corpse-bodied Buddha laughed and said, "You only see the cliff collapse, but you don't see the void remaining unscathed. You see the boat decay, but do you see the flowing water stop flowing?"

The White Bone Bodhisattva bowed and said, "This humble monk is dull-witted; please enlighten me, Buddha Master."

The Corpse Buddha finally opened his empty eyes. He looked into the distance and said calmly, "Those gates where people died and their souls vanished were cliffs and iron boats. But cliffs will eventually crumble, and iron boats will eventually decay."

"But I am the useless body that the Buddhas and monks of the Western Paradise cut off. Uselessness means rootlessness, and rootlessness means no delusion, just like flowing water in an empty space. Even if that person has great supernatural powers, can push down cliffs and sink ships, can he really split open the empty space and cut off the flowing water?"

The White Bone Bodhisattva said with a sorrowful expression, "Buddha, you have no true form, and all your corpses are merely vessels, like flowing water, so you are not afraid of strongmen. But this humble monk, apart from my myriad physical forms, only has this one body, like a lone boat adrift on the water. How can I possibly escape this calamity?"

The Corpse Buddha said unconcernedly, "Although you are a lone boat, you have the skins of ten thousand people as your hull. Even if the boat leaks, it can be patched up. Why are you so afraid?"

The Corpse Buddha continued, "Otherwise, you can stay here. If that person doesn't come, we can discuss Buddhist principles together and share food. If that person does come, even if we can't stop him, we can still find out what kind of demon he is. Informing the Dharma Master at that time would be a great achievement."

Upon hearing this, the White Bone Bodhisattva was overjoyed and immediately put his hands together, saying, "Excellent, this humble monk has learned a lot."

However, just as the White Bone Bodhisattva was freed from confusion and fear, He suddenly heard an omnipresent voice resounding around the temple.

"Even the heavens and earth can collapse, let alone the void! Rivers and lakes can freeze over, and an iron boat without water is just scrap metal! You two demons are trying to fool us!"

Before the words were finished, a figure with three heads and six arms appeared on the west side of the dojo. The person held an axe in each of his six hands. As he spoke, the Blood Lake Dharma Realm unfolded, and the thirty-three layers of Heavenly Gang Axe Technique were already fully stacked.

While the Corpse Buddha and the White Bone Bodhisattva were still in shock and doubt, they saw the young man outside the temple swing down his great axe, and then a white rainbow axe shadow with the power to split the heavens and the earth arrived in the blink of an eye!

The fact that they were ready to fight at the slightest provocation clearly indicated that they were up to no good!
The white-boned Bodhisattva was terrified; the axe shadow before him truly possessed the divine power to shatter the void!
A loud rumbling sound followed.

A deep moat, over a hundred feet deep, appeared in the Wuxiang Daochang, surrounded by overturned tombs and cemeteries.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the white bone Bodhisattva, which had initially appeared intact and had a compassionate look, immediately became tattered and torn, revealing the white skeleton inside the skin. It turned out that this was its true appearance.

That compassionate appearance is nothing more than a mask He has created by scraping flesh and blood from people and using the masses as clothing.

And there are hundreds of thousands of such painted-skin bodhisattvas like this.

Beside him, the corpse Buddha, who had been ambushed by Xu Qing, was in no better shape.

The corpse Buddha, which had previously resembled an old monk, disintegrated in the blink of an eye. When it reappeared, it had transformed into the appearance of a young monk.

However, the injuries of the corpse Buddha have been completely healed as the physical body has been replaced.

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow. Although his Heavenly Gang Axe was a divine power capable of splitting the heavens and earth, it couldn't be used indefinitely.

The Corpse Buddha has ten thousand incarnations. Let alone chopping him a thousand or a hundred times, he would probably be hollowed out and turned into a dried corpse after chopping him a few dozen times.

The Corpse Buddha didn't care about any of that; he looked at Xu Qing as if he were looking at a piece of fat meat.

"Your body seems quite unusual."

The corpse Buddha licked its lips, as if it had spotted a high-quality prey, and couldn't help but reveal a greedy expression.

But soon, He discovered that the other party was also looking at him with greedy eyes.

And it was ten or even a hundred times more greedy than His!

"You truly possess the ability to incarnate as a thousand corpses?"

Xu Qing put away the Heavenly Gang Axe and then began to examine the Corpse Buddha with great interest.

The White Bone Bodhisattva, quite frightened, said with resentment:
"The Buddha has countless forms and manifestations, he is immortal and indestructible, and his incarnations number far more than ten thousand corpses. No matter how high your supernatural powers are, how can you compare to the Buddha!"

The White Bone Bodhisattva, relying on its master's power, kept barking and clamoring, but it didn't notice that the Corpse Buddha beside it was staring at Xu Qing with a sense of impending doom.

Only those of the same kind truly understand each other. What the Corpse Buddha saw in Xu Qing's eyes was not contempt, but excitement—the kind of extreme excitement one feels only upon seeing a corpse!
This kind of gaze is all too familiar to the Corpse Buddha who likes to collect corpses, but how could a righteous person be so obsessed with corpses?

He didn't believe Xu Qing had any special fetishes!
The Corpse Buddha suddenly realized, "You are not a righteous cultivator, but a demon like this old monk, cultivating through corpses, isn't that right?" "Who's like you? Don't try to glorify yourself!"

Xu Qing refused to admit it, firmly believing that he was a righteous person.

"I'm a funeral director who has officiated at emperors' funerals, the head of the funeral industry. My favorite thing to do is to help people and do good deeds! The reason I'm happy to see you today is because I can help those you've harmed with their funeral rites. I'm not like you!"

"Mr. Funeral Director."

The corpse Buddha relaxed slightly; it turned out he was just a Taoist priest who accumulated merit by helping people.

But apart from Yama, the King of Hell, and the six realms of reincarnation in the underworld, how many people can someone who is not a specialist in this path save at once, no matter how high their cultivation is?
The White Bone Bodhisattva also breathed a sigh of relief. He had 100,000 skins, and even if the other party took them one by one to count them, it would take seven or eight days. How could he possibly save them all?

However, before the two demons could calm down, they saw the young man put away the Shouyang Great Axe, and then take out a judge's pen that could decide life and death, as well as an inkstone.

Xu Qing grinned, twisted the judge's pen in his hand into the inkstone, and after absorbing the strange ink secreted by the scripture of salvation, he transformed into a 'literary sage' and walked towards the demon Buddha and evil bodhisattva while writing the scripture of salvation.

Once the scriptures and verses materialized into written form, the characters seemed to come alive, floating freely around Xu Qing. In a short time, hundreds and thousands of characters filled the formless Daoist temple.

The corpse Buddha sounded a great alarm. The strange characters gave Him the feeling that a little nun had mistakenly entered a monastery. If He had been even a step slower, His body would have been covered with large characters!
"Amitabha!"

The Corpse Buddha dared not let Xu Qing draw any more strokes. Together with the White Bone Bodhisattva, he instantly transformed into thousands of forms, trapping Xu Qing within the Formless Dojo.

At this moment, thousands of demons, Buddhas, and evil bodhisattvas formed an inverted alms bowl, and Xu Qing was under the bowl.

Xu Qing looked up and saw thousands of arms and legs like dragons reaching out from the clouds, attacking from all directions with the speed of thunder and the power to split mountains and seas!
This is a unique Buddhist Dharma form and supernatural power, the Sumeru Vajra form.

Xu Qing stared at the Vajra Fist and Feet, whose limbs seemed to stretch endlessly, and instead of changing his expression, he burst into laughter.

He raised his hand and waved his sleeve, and hundreds of thousands of scriptures for saving people shot out instantly towards the corpses possessed by demons, Buddhas, and evil bodhisattvas around him.

At the same time, Xu Qing used his supernatural powers of having three heads and six arms to grasp the remaining five judge's pens of the Earth rank in his hands.

When the six arms moved in unison, the chanting of the Sutra of Salvation instantly resounded throughout the temple. The densely packed Sutra texts shone with golden light, each possessing the power of deliverance.

The Corpse Buddha was astonished and speechless. He discovered that each of his incarnations would lose contact with the scriptures for saving people as soon as they came into contact with them. And those lost incarnations, after touching the scriptures, would all show a smile of liberation, as if they had been saved by a high monk.

The skeleton bodhisattva, positioned in a triangular formation with the corpse Buddha and watching over each other, is even more chilling.

His myriad disguises could not touch Xu Qing's body at all. Before they could get close, a golden rune would always land on the disguise, causing it to melt away instantly.

The Corpse Buddha looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar runes, as if it remembered something.

"The Judge's Pen? Are you a judge from the underworld?"

Xu Qing ignored him, as he was currently immersed in the pleasure of helping others transcend. Compared to the physical methods of salvation he had used in the past, he clearly preferred this remote method.

This is a crucial step in the transformation of a melee warrior into a mage.

The corpses are Xu Qing's wealth. Once he becomes familiar with the use of the Judge's Pen, he will be one step closer to 'financial freedom'.

The White Bone Bodhisattva felt a sense of retreat. This feeling of not being able to even touch the hem of the enemy's clothes while being almost exhausted would be unpleasant for anyone!

The corpse-bodied Buddha's thoughts raced, and at a certain moment He suddenly drew His Dharma Sword, saying:
"This person's strength lies only in his magical treasures. If we can get close to him and take his life, his supernatural powers will be broken!"

The White Bone Bodhisattva's spirits lifted, and hope was instantly rekindled.

Almost simultaneously, the Buddha and the Bodhisattva unleashed their full magical power, concealing their true forms and disappearing into countless incarnations, attempting to get close to Xu Qing.

At one point, the Corpse Buddha, whose incarnation was meant to protect him, finally arrived behind Xu Qing.

The corpse Buddha, with its dual nature of good and evil, has lost its compassionate appearance and is now only left with the wrathful appearance of the evil Vajra Buddha.

Wielding the Corpse-Dissolving Sword and combining it with the Buddhist Cicada Transformation Technique, He attempted to sever Xu Qing's physical body while simultaneously possessing it to heal his own emotional wounds.

However, before the Buddhist sword could fall on the corpse, a second face suddenly materialized on the back of the young man's head.

The three-headed, six-armed youth advanced instead of retreating, grabbing the Corpse-Dissolving Sword embedded in his body with one hand while simultaneously gripping the hand of the Corpse Buddha holding the sword with the other.

The Corpse Buddha paused for a moment, seemingly still puzzled by the Corpse Disintegration Sword losing its effect.

The Corpse-Dissolving Sword can separate the soul from the body; He has used it without ever failing, but today…
Before the Corpse Buddha could think further, he felt a tightness in his hand. It was the young man holding his 'little hand' who grinned at him and pulled him forward another step.

The next moment, the deafening scripture of salvation appeared directly in His mind. The Corpse Buddha was shocked. He tried with all his might to break free from the scripture's restraint, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. He couldn't even shake it, let alone break free!
"You are the hidden dragon that the Master is looking for."

The corpse Buddha left behind a hesitant remark before falling silent completely.

At the same time, the White Bone Bodhisattva, unaware of the reason, was overjoyed when he saw the Corpse Disintegration Sword pierce Xu Qing.

He raised his robe, touched the front, and then, as if striking a blow to the head with a sack, slammed it over Xu Qing's head.

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Xu Qing used his double-dealing technique, changing his appearance once again.

The robe, which possessed the power to melt flesh and skin, had just fallen when it was pierced by a pair of zombie claws.

Xu Qing is a zombie with ten thousand years of cultivation. Flesh and blood are not a fatal weakness to him. His body is incorruptible and he is least afraid of being skinned and fleshed.

After the claws pierced through the kasaya, Xu Qing continued his momentum, inserting the corpse claws directly into the chest and ribs of the White Bone Bodhisattva.

The next moment, the dual-track system of salvation began to operate.

Even so, with both arms free, Xu Qing was still able to handle unexpected situations with ease.

Finally, the White Bone Bodhisattva left behind a final message.

"With half of the Yinhe Gate destroyed, you are destined to fail."

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow, not dwelling on the loser's words, but instead bursting into laughter:
"If all the gatekeepers of the Yin River are still alive, does that mean we've succeeded?"

The demon is about to die, and its words may not be untrue, but Xu Qing, who has experienced the world and helped countless people, clearly sees things more clearly.

Like those gods and Buddhas in the upper realm who stand by and watch, if not a single evil spirit is eliminated, then they are utterly defeated.

(End of this chapter)