White Bone Bodhisattva

"Fellow Daoist, do you know who I am, Shi Xiu?"

Pei Si: "I know a little bit about it."

Just like Qi cultivators, Buddhist practitioners also have different levels of attainment.

Monks should cultivate themselves, and Dharma masters should build a foundation.

Wu Jing, who had received the Bhikkhu ordination, was the Dharma Master.

"I feel an instant connection with you, fellow Daoist. You are truly of superior aptitude. Why not abandon Daoism and embrace Buddhism? Becoming a Buddhist disciple in the future would not be difficult," Wu Jing said with lowered eyes.

"Does the Master not know that I am a registered disciple of the Daoist Temple? If I have such thoughts, the officials and soldiers will report to the court, and my registration will be revoked, causing my death and the dissipation of my Daoist practice."

"I have no grudge against the monk, so why would he want to harm me like this?"

Pei Si narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent suddenly arose within this Eight Treasures Glazed Palace.

He possessed an innate Dao seed, yet he turned to Buddhism and cultivation?

Are you kidding me!

"The Dao Court governs a continent with a broad mind. Fellow Daoist, you voluntarily abandon darkness for light and the Dao for Buddhism. How could you be punished by the Dao Court?" Wu Jing's tone was sinister, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, like a tiger lurking in the shadows.

"I have a question for you, fellow Daoist," Wu Jing continued.

"The boatman pushed the boat into the river, and the beach was covered with crushed crabs, shrimp, and snails. Whose fault was it?"

"Was it the passengers' fault or the boatman's fault?"

The sound of the bell was deafening, echoing throughout the hall.

A mocking smile appeared on Pei Si's lips.

This old bald monk keeps asking about legal cases.

"It's neither the passenger's fault nor the boatman's fault, but yours!"

"Boatmen work for a living, passengers cross the river, and shrimps and crabs seek shelter—this is the natural order. But you fabricate stories and spread rumors; that is your fault!"

Pei Si said coldly.

After he finished speaking, Wu Jing was not angry. Instead, he laughed heartily while rubbing his head!

"Indeed, indeed!"

"You truly are a born Buddhist!"

"Let this humble monk guide you into the Buddhist order!"

Wu Jing's tone grew increasingly louder, his eyes filled with longing.

next moment.

Wu Jing's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

An alarm bell rang in Pei Si's mind.

A mad monk who inexplicably wants to convert him.

"Those who are reborn in the lowest grade of the highest level are beings who commit numerous evil deeds. Although they do not slander the Mahayana scriptures, such foolish people often commit evil acts without any shame..."

The sound of Buddhist scriptures being chanted came from nowhere and seeped into Pei Si's mind.

Pei Si remained calm and composed, and began to make paper figures.

"【Paper Making Mastery】: With a calm mind, one can naturally create paper without interference, regardless of the environment. The paper-making speed is increased by 70%, and it contains a trace of spirituality."

A calm mind brings natural inspiration.

Pei Si remained undisturbed.

The chanting grew increasingly mixed, with voices from men, women, young and old mingling in.

It was accompanied by the sounds of musical instruments such as tambourines, small bells, large chimes, and wooden fish.

Despite the deafening chants, Pei Si remained unmoved.

rustling.

A series of piercing sounds rang out, like long nails scraping against the wooden door.

Pei Si lowered his eyes.

The four-faced, thousand-armed, thousand-eyed Guanyin statue on the altar began to peel, revealing a section of chilling white bone.

The shed skin suddenly transformed into black mosquitoes and flies, surging towards Pei Si like a tide.

"red light."

Pei Si called out softly.

"Master." A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out.

A tall woman in a wedding dress stood in front of Pei Si.

A flash of red light suddenly appeared!

The entire Dae Nak National Temple was bathed in red light, with red lanterns hanging in the air.

Rampant general, red light.

With a single swipe of his palm, the black mosquitoes and flies that were rushing towards Pei Si and the others turned to ashes and vanished into thin air.

The remaining mosquitoes and flies swarmed towards the worshippers outside the temple, attaching themselves to their bodies and biting them indiscriminately.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh on the bodies of all the believers was torn off completely.

The skeleton opened and closed, still chanting Buddhist scriptures, creating an indescribable eeriness.

"Strange," Pei Si said coldly.

It was a lucky accident.

He originally intended to set up a fortune-telling stall around the Da Luoguo Temple to read the palms of young girls and married women in Luohan County and predict their future.

I was pleasantly surprised to find such a wonderful surprise upon arriving at Da Luo Guo Temple.

The White Bone Bodhisattva, right?

I wonder what Yingyang Mansion in Luohan County is doing. Don't they know they're keeping ghosts at home?

Bones, bones, that's interesting.

Suddenly, Pei Si recalled a method he knew from his previous life, a method called the White Bone Contemplation.

They viewed beauties as if they were skeletons.

Strip away the skin, and you'll find nothing but 206 bones, blood, flesh, dirt, hair, and intestines, which can amount to 18,000 forms.

To see a beautiful woman as a skeleton makes one devoid of desire. To see skeletons as a beautiful woman makes one fearless.

There is also the argument that all forms are not forms, and that all forms are illusory.

Pei Si declined to comment on this.

All he knew was that the white bone Bodhisattva was blocking his way.

The Thousand-Handed and Thousand-Eyed Guanyin with four faces rose from the altar.

Within the white bone palm, blood-red eyes suddenly opened, shooting out gray light.

The mysterious realm belonging to the White Bone Bodhisattva has been opened.

The red light and the cold face, the two sides constantly clashing in their eerie realms, seemingly competing in intensity.

Pei Si summoned his soldiers and ordered them to attack the White Bone Bodhisattva.

As soon as the rampaging soldiers stepped into the White Bone Bodhisattva's eerie domain, they transformed into black mosquitoes and flies.

Pei Si summoned the officials and soldiers of the Great Road again!

They used their divine powers to detect traitors, capture and devour ghosts, and so on.

One by one, the binding chains were driven into the body of the white bone Bodhisattva, and the runes lit up.

Pei Si's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the field of vision, three ferocious patterns appeared on the body of the White Bone Bodhisattva.

Feature: Dismemberment!

Pei Si ruthlessly swung his sword, severing half of the White Bone Bodhisattva's arm!

The blood-red eyes in the half of the arm lost their vitality and suddenly closed, instantly shrinking the eerie domain by half.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Pei Si's forehead.

Using the Execution Technique once had such a burden on his body.

The eerie realm of the red light is like a sharp knife, frantically cutting through the eerie realm of the White Bone Bodhisattva.

Pei Si focused his mind and unleashed another strike.

The other half of the arm is exactly the same.

The White Bone Bodhisattva had been driven to the brink of despair, his body turning into black mist as he fled out of the hall.

The temple was completely enveloped in red lights.

With a flick of her finger, the red lantern in the wedding dress shone brightly in the air.

The head of the White Bone Bodhisattva rose up and transformed into a red lantern, which swirled and hung in the air.

The White Bone Bodhisattva has not yet been completely killed and is at his weakest point.

Pei Si stepped forward.

First comes the [Suppressing Evil], then the [Refining the Rampant]!

[Promotion Requirements: The materials required for advancing to Duan Gong (Qing) have been increased; refine the three extremely fierce and deadly souls into a rampant soldier (2/3)]

The White Bone Bodhisattva transformed into rampaging soldiers.

Having been dismembered twice by Pei Si, and with his head hanging from the sky by a red lantern, his strength was greatly reduced.

"Fellow Daoist, what skillful methods you employ." Wu Jing stood outside the hall, hands clasped together, chanting Buddhist mantras, and smiled.

Pei Si gripped Xi Yue, the tip of the blade dragging on the ground, and looked at Wu Jing.

Is this old bald monk offering himself up to feed a tiger?

Despite the commotion, the city guards and Yingyang troops have not yet arrived.

Pei Si narrowed his eyes.

Da Luo Guo Temple, located in a bustling area, is usually teeming with worshippers and crowds of people, but now it is as silent as death.

"Fellow Daoist, you have committed a terrible crime!" Wu Jing pointed at Pei Si, his smile maniacal and his eyes bloodshot.

"Do you know that my purpose in guiding you through this gate is to feed you to the White Bone Demon, nurturing you into a superior being!"

"Now that the Bone Demon is dead, there is no need for me to live any longer!"

Say it!

Wu Jing pulled out his dagger and plunged it into his throat, blood gushing out!