Chapter 132: The Prison of Inquiry, the Truth About Jiuxiang Temple

“In the beginning, the sin-ridden body could only infect those disciples whose Buddhist teachings were shallower than his own.

"Because the disease is somewhat similar to the strange disease in Buddhism, hate-ridden disease, I didn't pay much attention to it at first. I thought that washing in the merit pool would effectively suppress it, and then use the power of purification to completely resolve it."

"But that's not the case."

"Although the disease is similar to the disease of hatred, it is much more domineering. The patient will gradually develop a ring of sarcoma around the waist."

"Even if it is removed with the power of purification, it will grow back again after a while. No matter what, it cannot be eliminated."

"You can only suppress it with the power of incense, but no matter how you suppress it, the sarcoma will gradually grow around your waist."

"The one who gets sick in the end will definitely die!"

The old monk said with lingering fear.

He had never seen this disease before. Although there were many strange diseases in Buddhism before, there were ways to cure them. As long as a sufficient price was paid, the probability of cure was not low.

Li Changxiao's pupils shrank, so to speak, the county magistrate of Linwu County was suffering from a disease that was plagued by evil.

Compared with being haunted by hatred, this haunted by evil seems to possess an indescribable demonic nature.

Regarding demonic nature... being haunted by evil spirits and suffering from chronic illness are very similar. Once they are infected, the end will be announced.

However, if the two are compared together.

Being chronically ill is even more terrifying.

Li Changxiao asked: "Senior, are you saying that those evil spirits will only infect those disciples who are shallower in Buddhism than him?"

The old monk nodded, "As soon as we became aware of this disease, we started researching it."

"In the end, it was found that the disease was transmitted from a lower level. Any Buddhist practitioner who is not as profound as him in Buddhism can easily be infected."

Li Changxiao frowned, "Do you know how this strange disease arises?"

The old monk said: "It's difficult! But it is speculated that Wu Qing had too many debts, coupled with his fall into the devil's way, the combination of the two, and the catalysts of various factors, combined to breed the strange disease."

"But one thing I can't figure out is where does this contagion come from? Why is it contagious?"

Li Changxiao's brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that in his heart, he could vaguely find similarities between being permanently ill and being plagued by evil.

But this feeling is very subtle, and I can't put it into words at the moment.

The old monk continued to talk.

After it was discovered that Wu Qing was carrying a contagious disease called Niejuan, many punishment disciples contracted the disease one after another and eventually died. One of the disciples was extremely talented and had the potential to lead the way. A powerful Buddhist genius.

Jiuxiang Temple canceled Wu Qing's punishment, sealed the surrounding area, and no longer entered it.

The Buddha should have killed Wu Qing.

But at that time, Wuqing was practicing Xianghuo Dao, and the latest technique he learned could be reincarnated with the help of the golden body outside, which was mysterious and mysterious.

If you fail to detect this move and find a way to completely kill it, killing it hastily will only let the tiger go back to the mountain.

But you can't kill it, if you keep it like this, the strange disease will not go away, and from time to time, disciples will be infected.

For a time, Jiuxiang Temple was in trouble.

Finally, the temple decided to imprison Wu Qing in the "Mirror of Other Causes".

"His mirror?" Li Changxiao was stunned, having never heard of such a thing.

The old monk explained that the "Mirror of His Causes" is the most powerful magic weapon of Jiuxiang Temple. Unlike the Fourteen Platforms of Wanji and the Eighteen Prisons, the Mirror of His Causes is not a transportation device, but a genuine magic weapon...

A magic weapon that coexists with heaven and earth!

One can imagine how precious it is.

Because of this, the mirror has its own space, which can illuminate people's cause and effect, and can activate its own magic.

"well……"

"This is also the most wrong decision we have ever made." The old monk sighed.

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Wu Qing was imprisoned in the space of his mirror of cause, bound by the thread of cause and effect inside, and the mighty mysterious sound outside was deafening, which acted as a perfect restraint against evil spirits like him.

Sealed for eternity, from now on there is no self or other, and there is no way to come out.

At this point, the matter has come to an end for the time being.

Until...

The spiritual energy is starting to dry up!

after.

Several disciples were infected with evil at the same time, and the poison of the strange disease actually revealed the mirror of their causes!

"The ten guardians and I realized that something was wrong and quickly dismissed everyone, but there were still many disciples who were infected with evil and spread it.

So far, it's not too bad. This sinful illness is still a strange disease in Buddhism, and it only spreads among Buddhist practitioners.

After the ten guardians and I disbanded Jiuxiang Temple, we immediately found the mirror of his cause. "

The old monk told Li Changxiao that he had made a decision.

Just enter the mirror and kill Wu Qing.

Because at this time, the world has changed, the spiritual energy has dried up, and Wu Qing's spell of rebirth through incense has lost its effect.

If you kill it at this time, you are truly dead.

But the thief was extremely cunning, hiding in his Mirror of Yin and refusing to come out. What surprised him even more was that after being sealed in his Mirror of Yin for these years, he actually began to gradually control his Mirror of Yin!

The wish to kill him failed again.

The old abbot could only sacrifice his life and continue to transport spiritual energy with the ten guardians under him. While maintaining the seal, he constantly tried various methods to kill Wu Qing.

The auras of the two consume each other.

However……

What made the old abbot even more desperate was.

He was also infected with evil! !

Not only that, the top ten guardians also couldn't escape.

That's exactly what he said.

Jade Rakshasa flew back and told Li Changxiao that there was no one around.

The Jade Rakshasa flew into the Soul Pearl to cultivate.

The old abbot only took a look, his figure floated, and continued to narrate, "I didn't expect that after the spiritual energy was exhausted, the 'evil body' changed again, and even I was infected."

"Not only that, I and Wuqing consumed each other."

"But gradually, I fell into a disadvantage. There was no other reason. It was the evil body that changed, and even the Xuanyin of the Wanji Secret Realm was infected!"

"Those infected Xuanyin poured into my body and corroded my flesh. I was attacked from both sides!"

"The longer the time, the more the mutated Xuanyin accumulated, and the more I couldn't bear it."

"In the end, I had to use three of my own Xuanyin to get rid of those The mutated Xuanyin bounced away. "

"In this way, the spiritual energy I consumed is far greater than that consumed by Wuqing."

"My ten guardians were finally polluted by the evil, and in order not to drag me down, they committed suicide here, and my end was not much different."

"About a while ago."

"But I suddenly found that the concentration of the mutated Xuanyin was much less, which gave me a chance to breathe. I first tried to release a natal Xuanyin for help."

"But I didn't get a response. My cultivation was almost exhausted. It was useless to keep my natal Xuanyin, so I released it all. "

At this point, the old monk finally explained the cause and effect clearly.

After the spiritual energy was exhausted, he spent three hundred years here with Wuqing, and his cultivation was exhausted.

Li Changxiao had gained something, at least he had found some information related to the Changyan disease, but at the moment, he was not happy at all, on the contrary, he felt even more depressed, frowning and asked, "Old senior, are you saying... Wuqing is still trapped in the Eighteen Hells?"

"Which level is he on?"

The old monk said, "The seventeenth level, the Hell of Questioning the Heart."