Chapter 129 Hate-Bound, Physical Prison

Eighteen Hells, Fifteenth Floor.

This was the second time the two met, but it was even more unfamiliar than the first time.

Mu Qin changed her face, and Li Changxiao also put on a mask.

Li Changxiao didn't know that Zhao Qing was Mu Qin, or he deliberately didn't guess and dig deeper. He knew Zhao Qing, and only knew Zhao Qing, that's all.

But Mu Qin guessed Su Yun's true identity.

The emotions here were indescribable.

The four eyes met briefly, and then they staggered away.

Li Changxiao still respected Mu Qin, the senior, very much, and he also knew that the other party's purpose was for the incense of Jiuxiang Temple.

Most of the magical books about the incense were kept on the seventh floor. Mu Qin went down again, probably for the objects related to the legendary "Incense Buddha".

It seems that this senior has gained a lot in the incense.

And he was to explore the strange disease.

The two are not contradictory, so he expressed his intentions early on, and kindly reminded this senior that if he continued to go down, or stayed here for a long time, it would be bad to get a strange disease.

His words were sincere.

But after hearing this, Mu Qin frowned, and became more and more curious about the strange disease mentioned by Li Changxiao. What surprised Li Changxiao, a junior, was that she actually took the initiative to tell Li Changxiao that her physique, even in mortal form, was immune to all diseases, so there was no need to worry about her.

Even if she really got a strange disease, she could spend spiritual energy to get rid of it. Even if this trip was dangerous, she would still go down, and she had to go until she got what she wanted, otherwise there would be a knot in her heart and it would be difficult to make a new path.

Seeing her say this, Li Changxiao naturally had no objection. Mu Qin asked him what the strange disease he was talking about was?

Li Changxiao told the story of the county magistrate of Linwu County in detail.

After hearing this, Mu Qin showed a look of understanding on her face, and told Li Changxiao that there are indeed many strange diseases in Buddhism. The sources of these diseases are different and cannot be summarized in a few words.

However, being possessed by a demon is a big factor.

The symptoms described by Li Changxiao did remind her of a "strange disease" in Buddhism, called "hate-bound".

Hearing this, Li Changxiao's pupils shrank and he became interested instantly.

Holding a whisk, Mu Qin slowly advanced on this fifteenth floor, slowly popularizing knowledge. Before the spiritual energy was exhausted, she had reached the stage of being a teacher and was never stingy in guiding others.

Of course, she also pays attention to fate. At least she will not be stingy with teachings to the man who saved her life.

She told Li Changxiao that the so-called hate-bound is a common strange disease in Buddhism, which is contagious, but not highly contagious.

The patient will gradually grow a circle of rashes around his waist.

When these rashes grow all over the circle, the patient will die on the spot, regardless of the level of cultivation.

Li Changxiao thought of something and asked, "Is there any way to relieve it?"

"The power of purification of Buddhism, the power of incense, and the Confucian spirit of righteousness are all fine." Mu Qin said lightly.

Li Changxiao frowned. In this case, the illness of the magistrate of Linwu County is at least 70% similar to the so-called "hate-bound".

But...

In this case, "hate-bound" and "longevity disease" do not seem to have much connection between the two?

Li Changxiao asked, "Immortal, have you ever heard of a disease that can cause irreversible changes in a person's body, lose logic, make people numb and crazy... and so on?"

Mu Qin frowned when she heard this, and her voice was cold, "The world is so big that there is nothing that does not exist. Some of the symptoms you mentioned are similar to being possessed by a demon, but... they are not possessed by a demon."

At this point, this knowledgeable woman was in trouble at the moment. Even if she was the one, she had never encountered this disease.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she gave her own speculation, "Everything in the world has traces to follow. Although I don't know the source of the disease, I can give you a few reference directions."

"First: After the spiritual energy was exhausted, a certain disease mutated again."

"Second: It came from a dangerous place, a forbidden place, or a desolate place."

"Third: The person himself suffered from a strange disease, and then he became a demon, and the two overlapped."

She stretched out three slender jade fingers and told the story seriously.

Li Changxiao heard it, nodded seriously, and secretly remembered these three points in his heart.

The cultivators absorb the essence of heaven and earth, seize the fortune of heaven and earth, have a long lifespan, and have unparalleled magic power, but they are not immune to illness.

There are many strange diseases in the world.

Why are the so-called dangerous places, forbidden places, and desolate places so dangerous? One factor is that there are many strange diseases inside.

When a cultivator enters it, it is easy to be invaded by external diseases and undergo unknown changes.

Li Changxiao's words also made Mu Qin alert. If what he said was true, and there really was such a strange disease in the world, and it was highly contagious, it would be too dangerous!

But now, everything is still unclear.

It's too early to say these things.

Honestly studying the incense is the right thing to do, and if she can get the annotations, scriptures, and books related to the "Incense Buddha", it will definitely be of great benefit to her in refining the incense body!

These eighteen hells are not only the equipment for suppressing luck, but also the warehouse for storing Buddhist treasures. The books related to the Buddha are so precious that the probability of them being in the lower floors is very high!

As the two walked, Li Changxiao deliberately lagged behind by one position, and occasionally he could smell a wisp of fragrance coming from the front.

Mu Qin told Li Changxiao that if she was not wrong, the name of this layer should be called "Flesh Body Prison".

The murals on the wall represent a disease.

When the spiritual energy is not exhausted, these murals will pull people's bodies and consciousness into them.

Experience every disease.

Only after going through thousands of difficulties can you walk out of the murals and have the qualification to become a "Buddha".

"The body is a prison." A thousand-handed Buddha in Jiuxiang Temple once said so.

However, when they walked to the depths.

The eyes of the two people flashed a strange color at the same time.

He saw that the second half of the mural was faintly surrounded by flowing light.

The figure on the mural had a clear face. It was a square-faced man with a layer of dark red scab on his body. The man rolled on the ground in pain.

The two looked at the mural and could even hear a faint scream.

After a while.

The man in the mural fell to the ground and was completely dead.

"The Eighteen Hells still have residual effects."

Mu Qin frowned. The man in the mural actually existed. He had broken into this place long before the two of them.

Being sucked into the mural, experiencing all kinds of human diseases, and finally unable to resist, he died completely.

Mu Qin was a little surprised.

It seems that some places in the back layers of the Eighteen Hells still have some effects.

This is a good thing and a bad thing at the same time.

Every time you pass through the Eighteen Hells, you will break through a prison and get a gift. Moreover, this physical prison does not require spiritual energy. The key is to look at the mind. For her, the loss can be ignored.

The bad thing is that the next few prisons may not be so easy to walk.

Mu Qin did not hesitate and took a step forward.

Being sucked into the mural.

Li Changxiao still stayed in the same place, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he also stepped into the mural, and the scene in front of him changed.

When he opened his eyes again.

He had come to a desolate land.

Various strange diseases attacked.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, without any resistance, and let the disease erode.

The first feeling was that the head was heavy and the feet were light, and the hands and feet gradually became cold.

This is the early stage of the disease.

Then, there was abdominal cramping, difficulty breathing in the chest, and a needle-like pain in the throat.

Then, chickenpox, pockmarks...all kinds of symptoms emerged one after another.

However, Li Changxiao's expression remained unchanged.

He may be mediocre in talent.

But it cannot be said that his Tao heart is not tenacious.