Chapter 302 Buddhist sequence, Vajra body, shattered into pieces!

Author: Nanshan Walker

The exercise practiced by the old monk Qijie is called "Vajra Indestructible Body". It is the supreme exercise performed by the Buddha. Step by step, you can practice all the way to the level of the holy monk, and it is also the first-class defense in the world.

Similar to martial arts.

Its profound meaning comes from two ancient scriptures.

"Nirvana Sutra" says:

"Why do you get the longevity and indestructible body of Vajra?"

"Baoji Jing" gives the answer:

"The body of the Tathagata is a Vajra body, an indestructible body, and a solid body. Principle explanation says: Always adorn yourself with the armor of great compassion, and obtain an indestructible Dharma body like Vajra."

The contents of many scriptures emerged in the heart of the old monk Qijie like a spring, making him reaffirm his Vajra Heart.

"My heart is like a diamond, indestructible!"

In an instant, Qijie's whole body glowed with a faint golden light, as if the true Buddha had descended into the world. In this deep night, it was like the sun falling into the world, shining brightly in all directions.

Many lazy ghosts in Daiduo Temple Village also cheered:

"The Holy Monk of the Seven Precepts is invincible!"

"Great Mercy, Seven Precepts Buddha!"

In the eyes of these ghosts, Monk Qijie fed ghosts with his body and brought a lot of "human food". He can be said to be the most compassionate person in the world.

Humans like Jiang Chen, whose whole body is full of evil spirits, should give up resistance as soon as possible, lie down and sleep, and become their "human food". This is the right way of yin and yang.

In fact.

The just world that these lazy evil spirits long for is to lock all "human food" in iron cages.

Then, he replenishes his nutrition day and night, and makes all the "human food" reluctant to wake up with almost decades of sweet dreams, allowing them to absorb their minds.

They also named this grand plan:

"The Empire of Sloth!"

However, this bubble-like dream was so fragile that it was almost vulnerable to a blow in front of Jiang Chen's "barren land".

boom!

The earth is fissuring!

In just a moment, the deep pit where Qi Jie was in seemed to have turned into a volcanic crater. The ground cracked and hot magma spewed out rapidly, seeming to destroy everything.

With the pit as the center, the environment for dozens of steps around turned into a horrific scene like hell, with all the rocks and soil melted by the high temperature.

Heat wave hits!

Like a volcano erupting!

Qijie himself also instantly fell into the boiling magma.

The thin cotton monk clothes were burned to ashes in an instant, and the extremely powerful Vajra Indestructible Body gradually cracked open many gaps under the burning of the lava.

Then--

All the pale golden skin covered by the old monk Qijie was burnt black.

Although he had cultivated the Buddha's heart for decades, the moment every inch of flesh and blood around his body was swept away by the high-temperature magma, the extreme pain that pierced his soul finally made the old monk couldn't help but groan:

"Well..."

The moment he opened his mouth slightly, before the blood could spurt out, the fiery golden, high-temperature magma was poured into it.

The mouth, tongue, throat, and internal organs were all burned into black charcoal by the magma, and Qijie himself also lost his life in an instant.

The desolate land is so terrifying!

Time passed by minute by second, Jiang Chen had not seen the soul of the old monk Qijie ascending to the underworld for a long time, and he was half surprised and half happy:

"Will the fire, earth, and rock erupted from the wrath of heaven and earth burn even the soul?"

When I think of this.

A hint of joy appeared in Jiang Chen's heart:

"If that's the case, that's really great. Only when the souls are gone can it be considered as killing them all!"

"Escape~"

Many ghosts in the village were so frightened that they turned around and ran away without any thought of rescuing Qijie.

How can ghosts care about the lives of living people?

Even a compassionate monk like Qijie who feeds ghosts with his body will never truly be accompanied by these lazy ghosts in life and death.

Mr. Jiang Chen has a kind heart and is not afraid of ghosts. He stared at these shameless ghosts and immediately activated his military skills.

Too fierce sword skills!

One knife after another, killing all the lazy ghosts that escaped, leaving no one behind.

And when these lazy ghosts died, hundreds of villagers, whether inside or outside the village, woke up from a dream and looked around in confusion.

Someone touched his shriveled belly, quickly grabbed the rice bowl next to him, and swallowed the sweet rice porridge in big gulps.

The person who works for the rice, the soul who works for the rice, the person who works for the rice becomes the master.

If you are so lazy that you don't even want to eat, how much meaning can there be in living?

Jiang Chen frowned and ordered in a cold voice:

"Abin, control these villagers. They haven't eaten for a long time. If they eat too much in a short time, they may be eaten alive."

"Yes, General."

Feng Lebin immediately led a group of soldiers to control the overeating villagers.

Some other villagers cried loudly, not for themselves, but for their deceased relatives and friends.

Although Daiduosi Village provides free meals to the villagers every day, if the ghost of laziness inhabits it for a long time, and the appetite, or in other words, the desire to survive, is defeated by laziness, the inevitable result is that these people would rather go hungry than give up.

Raise your arms and pick up the rice bowl.

Eventually, they starve to death or die of thirst.

Some people also died from sores on their backs because they were too lazy to turn over for a long time.

The old monk Qijie has a kind heart, and for his "compassion", he will feed many villagers, feed water, and treat diseases.

But there were times when he failed to take good care of him, and almost every three or four days, someone would die of hunger and thirst.

In the past many years, the villagers have been parasitized by the spirit of sloth, and even the will to mourn their loved ones has been extremely weak.

now.

The villagers woke up from their confusion, looked at the withered bones nearby, looked at each other, and were speechless. Looking back on the past ten years of life and death, they could only shed a thousand lines of tears.

At this moment.

The lava area that slowly cooled and hardened suddenly opened several gaps, and bright golden light suddenly appeared.

"So it turns out that swallowing the fierce rock into the body and burning the relatively fragile internal organs is the first step for the poor monk to complete his merits and enter the fourth realm of vajra."

"The poor monk has waited for decades and finally got the opportunity today."

"Thank you, donor."

"The poor monk has written down this cause and effect."

The words just fell.

A body of pure gold, sitting cross-legged on the cooling lava.

The lava below has also undergone incredible changes, gradually transforming into an igneous rock lotus throne, which seems to be surrounded by Buddha's light.

Moreover, as time goes by, the aura of Buddha lingering in his body continues to grow.

At this moment, many villagers present cast their eyes with deep hatred on the compassionate face of the little golden man, and they gritted their teeth with hatred.

I wish I could eat its meat alive and want to kill this beast!

If Xiang helps other generals to enter the realm of Wuhou and earn a favor, such as guarding Anguo, Jiang Chen will be happy.

but!

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, turned his head, and stared at the extremely pitiful villagers, all kinds of violent anger unconsciously emerged in his heart.

Even a person like him, who doesn't care about his skin, despises this "favor" as it is too dirty and dirty!

If he helped such a treacherous and saintly monk achieve the realm of Wuhou, Jiang Chen felt that he would be so sick that he would not be able to sleep all night long, pounding his bed and pillows, making him restless.

The dead were not just bones. Amidst the cries of these villagers, Jiang Chen suddenly realized something:

Among these withered bones, there are men who earn money to support their families, old ladies who smile at you wondering whether the crucian carp in the vegetable basket should be braised or soup, children who play with their friends, and a girl who has just begun to fall in love, a love letter

The young man who kept it in his arms and dared not hand it to his sweetheart...
To be continued...