If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The door to the hospital was closed.

The golden ginkgo leaves are swept by the wind from a height, fluttering, and sprinkled all over the courtyard.

A bittersweet medicinal fragrance overflowed from the small casserole under the tree. Cheng Siqi held a small fan and slowly fanned it, fuming the whole small courtyard with the astringent smell of autumn yellow.

"Do you really want to drink?"

Cheng Siqi moved his legs restlessly, but was held down by Wu Yan.

He turned his head to look at Wuyan, with a worried look on his face, "Otherwise I'll drink it, and I'll be reborn. This matter is weird, and it's not a good idea to take risks rashly."

He adjusted his posture so that Cheng Siqi could sit more comfortably on his lap, then he smiled and said: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch a tiger? We don't know anything about Jiejie. What's more, I'm a Huashen, as long as a little soul is immortal, even if my body and soul are damaged, I can't die."

"But you can't."

He touched the foxtail that was sliding around his waist, and kissed Cheng Siqi's back neck, "I'll listen to you this time. The little fox will be born later. If you can't give birth, you can't stop crying, okay? "

With a bang, the fan in Cheng Siqi's hand almost knocked the casserole for cooking medicine into the air.

"Can……"

Cheng Siqi's ears were red, and he wanted to argue again, but Wu Yan stretched his hand past him from behind, opened the casserole, filled a bowl full of medicine with a medicine spoon, and a faint voice came from behind his ear: "Hua Shen has innate intuition, I can foresee some things. Ever since I stepped into the Tribulation Realm, I have always had a sense of urgency, but I have no way to start, and I can’t tell the difference.”

"I'm worried."

Wuyan sighed and rested his chin on Cheng Siqi's shoulder.

With this sigh, Cheng Siqi seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, stared at the medicine bowl in Wuyan's hand for a moment of silence, took out from his bosom a Pregnancy Book that Miaozhu had given him, and flipped through it several pages.

"Then I'll prepare the rest."

Cheng Siqi got off Wuyan's lap and said in a low voice.

Wuyan knew that no one could move Cheng Siqi's stubborn temper, but in front of him, Master Cheng Shao, who could not help saying a sword, always gave way and was soft.

Feeling the lively and mischievous fox tail slipping down from her knees, she grabbed the tip of the tail and squeezed it lightly.

"come back earlier."

He didn't say much, just gave a warning.

"understood!"

The fox tail shook off his hand, wrapped it around his wrist reluctantly, and then swayed away. The sound of the door opening and closing came together with Cheng Siqi's voice, "Take care of the house, I'll bring you candied haws And fried chestnuts!"

A gust of wind crept in through the crack of the door, and the yellow leaves were scattered all over the place.

The courtyard fell silent.

Wu Yan closed his eyes, picked up the medicine bowl, lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of the medicine, then raised his head and drank it clean.

After returning from the cemetery last night, Miao Zhu gave the two of them a treasure book of pregnancy.Wuyan flipped through it briefly, touched it with his hands, and found that he had endured a mouthful of old blood to agree to conceive a child. Perhaps it was a godsend opportunity to investigate the secrets of Jiejie.

"Using the ashes in the cemetery to boil the medicine and the soul grass..."

Insatiably feeling the changes after the entrance of the decoction carefully, he already had some guesses about Jiejie's method of conceiving a child in his heart.

After drinking the medicine, sit quietly with a cup of tea, and choose a statue to visualize.

The statue of Miao Zhuzhi Wuyan is a statue of an arhat with one half of his face benevolently smiling and the other half ferocious with blood and tears. He is half a foot high, a bit worn out, and his face is blurred.

Fingers stroked the statue of Arhat inch by inch, sitting cross-legged endlessly.

Concentrating his cultivation completely, like an ordinary person with a mortal body, he began to visualize the statue of Arhat.

Under the ginkgo tree, the smoke of incense candles rises and circles.

Wuyan sat opposite the statue of Arhat, and about half an hour passed, but he didn't feel anything unusual.

However, he could endure the boredom of sitting in meditation and chanting scriptures for hundreds of years, and this half-hour of sitting was nothing to him at all.

One stick after another burned out.

The morning light turns into the afterglow of the sunset.

Just when Wuyan began to wonder if his guess was wrong about the pregnancy, a strange cold aura suddenly emerged from his body.

In the visualization, this breath seeps out from his meridians as if being drawn, and slowly gathers into the Arhat statue.

Wuyan didn't stop him, pretending he didn't notice the anomaly, and continued to meditate quietly.

The ashes in the medicine soup that he took were not randomly selected, but a piece of bone dug out by Miao Zhu himself from the cemetery for refining.According to the Pregnancy Book, it needs to be taken every day to improve the so-called pregnancy physique, but how long it takes varies from person to person.The same is true for visualization, which must be done every day.

"Om - hum -"

The Arhat image suddenly shook, driving the dust in the surrounding air to vibrate wildly.

A gust of cold air was drawn from the body, as if it had taken away the endless vitality, and the body of Insatiable quickly cooled down, and soon became cold and stiff, like a corpse still breathing.

"It was you... who awakened the deity?"

An old and majestic voice suddenly sounded in the quiet courtyard.

Wu Yan feigned panic and moved his body, but found that his body was stiff and unable to move at all.

He wanted to struggle harder, but the voice suddenly lost its majesty, and there was some gentleness in his tone: "Heroic spirits are immortal, and the world of battle lasts forever. Kid, don't struggle. Harm you? It is your blessing to awaken the deity with your body."

These words seem to contain a great power of comfort, which can affect the mind in the dark.

Fortunately, the one who fell into the visualization at this time was Wuyan, the transformation god cultivated on the road to slaying demons. If it were any other ordinary transformation spirit monk, I am afraid that the primordial spirit would be influenced by this, so calm down and start from the bottom of your heart. Believe every word this arhat says.

"You, you are..."

The struggling body slowly stopped, and Wu Wei asked with a little bewilderment.

That voice seemed to be very satisfied, with a satisfied smile in his tone, he said in a low voice: "This deity is the god who gave birth to you. It is also the Impermanent Buddha in the statue in front of you. Your body Possesses the root of wisdom, has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and is suitable for giving birth to Buddha children."

Wu Yan was startled for a moment, and then there was a bit of philistinism on his face, "Then the Buddha... What's the benefit of giving birth to a Buddha child?"

The voice didn't seem to be surprised by the insatiable question, and he replied lightly: "Of course there are benefits. It depends on how you choose, and whether the child is successful. If the Buddha's child is born safely, then your family can move there The temple, the company of the gods, fine clothes and fine food, and precious delicacies are all within your fingertips."

"Even if the Buddha is willing, it is not impossible to reward you with a fate of longevity."

There was a trace of excitement on Wuyan's face: "You mean, as long as the Buddha is born, our family can go to the temple and enjoy longevity?"

"That's it."

Arhat seemed to be a little impatient in response, and without waiting for Wuyan to speak again, he said: "It's almost time, it's inconvenient for me to stay longer, so you should relax, don't guard the altar, let me breathe the breath of the Buddha Send it over."

Wuyan sighed: "So let's not talk about it?"

"Ok?"

Arhat seemed keenly aware of the change in Insatiable's tone, and was about to raise his vigilance to replace the mortal with all his strength, but suddenly his soul froze, and the soul that should have been transmitted into the mortal's body with the communication of the cold air seemed to be surrounded by countless people. Chained and strangled inside the statue, unable to move.

"who are you?!"

Arhat's woodcarved face showed a ferocious look, "Dare to do anything to this deity, I don't know how to do it! Die to me!"

When the statue was shaken, there was a light click, as if it was about to explode from within.

But before the crisp crack really split from the top of the head, a slender and powerful hand grabbed it, stroked his thumb, and lightly restored the crack.

"I thought it was some powerful character, but it turned out to be just a broken soul in the Mahayana period?"

Wu Yan picked up the statue of Arhat, laughed, his expression turned cold, "Tell me about the temple and the world of robbery, well said, and I will spare your life."

Arhat seemed to have sensed the aura of Insanity's attack, and he was stunned immediately: "Cultivator...you are a monk! A cultivator who transforms gods! Hahahaha... I didn't expect, I didn't expect that after tens of thousands of years, there would be a monk who dared to come to this world ! But it's too late, you're already late... Hahahaha..."

"The monks are here, the monks are here! This deity finally saw you coming again! Everyone..."

Before the wild laughter could finish, it was suddenly cut off.

When he sensed that the arhat seemed to be retreating through sound transmission, Wuyan had already quietly attached a ray of his soul to it.

Then when the arhat statue built a bridge to a dark place in the distance, the insatiable ray of primordial spirit suddenly broke through the barrier and entered, and swallowed the damaged primordial spirit in the statue with one mouth, replacing it The broken primordial spirit interrupted the unformed bridge of primordial spirit.

He wanted to explore the temple, but he didn't use this bridge of primordial spirit to investigate rashly.

Wuyan stayed in the statue of Arhat for a while, digested some information contained in the broken primordial spirit, and learned to imitate the breath of the so-called impermanent Buddha, until it was almost the same, and then escaped from the statue of Arhat.

"The temple... must go."

Insatiable frowned slightly.

There is a restriction in the broken primordial spirit of the Impermanent Buddha, and many secrets have only revealed the tip of the iceberg, and it is impossible to get a glimpse of the whole.But it was just the tip of the iceberg, which made Wuyan confirm some of his guesses.

From the first day in Jiejie, Wuyan discovered that Jiejie was just their spirit world's name for this world.

And the people in the robbery world call this world the war world.But why it is called this name, no one knows.In the primordial spirit of the Buddha of Impermanence, it is only mentioned that Zhanjie is not a real world, but a man-made mirror image, without explaining why it got this name.

As for the birth of the person who robbed the world, it is somewhat similar to the resurrection of the dead, but it is not the same.

The mortals here are selected, possessed or replaced by the broken primordial spirits in these statues according to their different aptitudes.

It's just why these mortals look weird, many of them don't know it, and they still live an ordinary life without knowing it, but they don't get the answer from the primordial spirit of the impermanent Buddha.

Since there are restrictions, it must be a matter of confidentiality.

"The primordial spirit in the statue can't go back to the temple, it must have been noticed. For the current plan, this is the only way..."

Insatiable thought for a moment, raised his hand and tapped himself a few times, got up and entered the room.

On the wall of a deserted courtyard not far away, Cheng Siqi breathed out slowly, and finally retracted his worried eyes.

When the damaged primordial spirit launched an attack, Cheng Siqi could barely control his sword intent, and wanted to drive out the Jiqing sword from his dantian.Perhaps Insatiable is right.He has been begging to transform into a god but has not been able to, because he can only draw the sword, but he cannot learn to hide the sword.

And a truly powerful swordsman is no different from ordinary people.

Cheng Siqi sighed, jumped off the wall, turned around and flashed into the alley next to him.

He was holding the pregnancy treasure book, flipped through it, kicked open the door of a coffin shop, and walked in swaggeringly.

"Fox boy? Why are you here!"

There was an exclamation in the store.

Cheng Siqi ignored the shop owner's frightened appearance of being terrified by the bandits, and looked around the coffin shop with his hands behind his back, which looked gloomy during the day, and smiled brightly at the shop owner: "Boss, I Husband is going to have a baby next month, help me choose a good coffin."

"Not too demanding."

"Bigger and more spacious. The outside of the coffin is engraved with the gods and Buddhas, and some Buddhist scriptures are copied with gold powder inside. In case my husband is bored, you can also recite the scriptures and pay homage to the Buddha..."

The author has something to say: The owner of the coffin shop: ... Get lost!

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