"Come on, cast a spell to open the Small Universe Bag!"
"Can you breathe?"
"Do you have any last words that you need to explain? Do you have any relics that need to be disposed of? I am an honest and reliable young man. As long as you explain it, I will keep it and help you deliver it!"
"Don't hum, but respond!"
Holding the small universe bag where Buddha kept his belongings, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had gotten a useless thing.
If the owner doesn't open the lock, this kind of treasure will be a dead thing after it is acquired. It will be difficult to open it after being locked. As for what is hidden inside, there is no need to think about taking it out.
Any violent act of destruction of hidden treasure will result in nothing being gained.
He felt the weight of Buddha's small universe bag, cast another Taiqingzhen technique, and then continued to urge Buddha to open the small universe bag.
"Then...you turn my head over first, then I...can speak normally!"
On the ground, Fozi's body squirmed slightly, indicating that his face was still facing the ground.
"Your head has no hair, and it's covered in blood and mud. I can't tell the difference between the front and back of your head!"
Zhang Xuezhou replied bitterly.
He turned Fozi over and looked at the other person's hands, only to feel that Fozi's hands seemed to be reversed as well.
"It's not the other way around, it's the metacarpal bone that's broken!"
Fozi's face was turned upside down, his lower lip was covered with blood and he murmured slightly, which stopped Zhang Xuezhou from wanting to turn his arms upright.
His body shook, and he felt as if his body had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
Normal great practitioners who use magical powers would not end up like him, but what Buddha possesses is not ordinary magical powers.
And the opportunity he asked for was not to seek an opportunity to break through the realm of cultivation, but to use his magical powers normally, and not to end up nearly dying of such use.
For Buddhists, there is no difference between using out his magical power and dying together.
If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't been greedy for the treasure he owned and continued to use spells to treat him and extend his life, Fu Zi felt that he had died.
"Let me tell you in advance. I used my magic weapon and missed the wolf demon, but I also saved your life. You still have to pay me," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"Get paid!"
Fuzi gasped in response.
People had to bow their heads under the eaves, and Fozi felt that he couldn't bargain with his current appearance.
As long as the other party can save his life, even if the things he promised before failed, Fozi can still pay the reward.
Fozi is not a bad person, but he feels that although the process of things is different, the result should not be different.
In the process of imagining, he and Zhang Xuezhou cooperated to kill the wolf demon, and the two were safe, but the final result was the death of the wolf demon, and he was rescued by Zhang Xuezhou.
The price to pay for the former is low, while the price to the body for the latter is extremely high.
But in the end they survived.
They won and survived, the wolf demon lost.
Except that he was unable to pursue and kill the eldest prince of the evil country, which caused possible opportunities to fail, there was no difference in the current result.
Fozi felt that as long as his body was normal, he could fulfill the reward he had previously promised.
"What, you want your body to return to normal?"
Fozi felt that there was nothing wrong with his idea, but Zhang Xuezhou felt that the other party's idea was a bit too much.
His essence and blood were extracted by the ghost chain, and it was difficult to fly, let alone continue to cast spells.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could not persist in casting the spell, and it was even more impossible for him to restore Buddha's body to normal. And at night, he could not treat Buddha.
"This is my current situation," Zhang Xuezhou advised: "I'm just a little piece of trash. How can I save you? Look at what treasures you need to give away money, and what treasures and wealth you need to give to your relatives and friends. As long as you If you pay me well enough, I can send you back a long way."
"You need to heal me," Fozi whispered.
"My body has been drained of essence and blood, and my cultivation level is also low. It is extremely difficult to cast spells. This spell can only be cast three or five times." Zhang Xuezhou advised: "I can find a good location for you to burn the corpse, or you can do it yourself You can also specify the location, and I will keep it nice and clean for you. If you have any needs for chanting, you can also ask me. As long as you recite it once, I can remember 70% to 80% of it and recite it. No shame.”
"I want to live!"
Buddha's gray eyes widened.
He had his whole life running through his mind.
He was just an ordinary civilian in the Maurya Dynasty, but the black-core foreign object on his forehead changed his life.
He didn't know where the foreign object came from. It was the weapon that killed his mother when he was born. It was also the weapon that killed his father when he accidentally lost control due to a conflict with his father when he was young. But when the Western Buddha discovered it, that weapon It has become a sacred object with innate magical powers.
From a homeless boy who lost his mother and father to a Western Buddhist disciple, the reason for all this was just because of the black core growing in his forehead.
He hated the black core and cut the skin with a knife to dig out the core several times, but in the end he had to rely on this foreign object to survive in the cultivation of Western religion.
But when he stepped into the magical realm, everything changed.
Not only did the Buddha guide him, but the leader also canonized him as a disciple of the Buddha.
"If you want to unlock the power of this magical fruit, and if you want to understand the origin of this magical fruit, you keep walking eastward until you get tired one day, and then you calm down and wait for the opportunity!"
The leader's words still echoed in his ears.
The Buddha has been quiet here for three years and has been waiting for three years.
But the opportunity did not come and he was going to die.
For the first time, he doubted whether the powerful leader's words were correct and whether he was really omnipotent as mentioned in the teachings.
In his gray eyes, countless contents kept floating through Fozi's mind.
He felt Zhang Xuezhou's inability to cast spells, and his unwillingness to his fate flashed in his mind, and the blood in his body seemed to have condensed into evil energy.
"Wow, don't ask for Bilibili for eggs, don't ask for Savoyeri for eggs..."
In the low voice of chanting, the Buddha was unwilling to accept life and death, but he seemed to have seen through life and death.
"Wow, don't ask for Bilibili for eggs, don't ask for Savoyeri for eggs..."
Beside him, Xuezhou felt that the Buddha had finally figured it out, so he opened his mouth and chanted along.
He remembered that this was the scripture that monks chanted while burning corpses.
For him, even if the language is special, as long as he has had early contact with it and the text is not too long, he can remember 70% to 80% of it after reciting it once.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that there was no problem in reciting scriptures for the Buddha's corpse.
"Possessed by a divine soul!"
At the end of the recitation, the content recited by the Buddha came to an end, and several words changed.
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou with wide gray eyes, and Zhang Xuezhou shrank back after regaining his composure.
His body slumped down, seemingly giving up the last bit of struggle.
But at the same time, Zhang Xuezhou felt something strange about his body.
"Did you get on top of me?"
His body was still under control, but Zhang Xuezhou felt some kind of stagnation.
This feeling of stagnation is like walking forward in a quagmire.
His mind came back to consciousness, he looked up and down his body again, and his mouth opened unnaturally.
"You didn't lie to me. The magic power in your body is indeed so poor that it is difficult to perform spells!"
The voice of Buddha's confirmation came, which made Zhang Xuezhou frown, but his brows were quickly opened by Buddha.
"Don't think that I am harming you and trying to steal your body. I can't move my body to cast spells, so I can only temporarily use your body to open the Small Universe Bag. This is a huge cost to me." Fuzi said with the help of Zhang Xuezhou's mouth: "And after I possess you, I will give you blood essence to supplement your essence and blood, which will ensure that future troubles are eliminated to the greatest extent!"
"What's your price?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"I will lose half of my spiritual consciousness, my cultivation will fall from the magical realm, and the difficulty of breaking through the realm will increase significantly!"
"Then what's the price for me?" Zhang Xuezhou asked again.
"My breath will remain in your body, and the conflict with my remaining consciousness will last for a long time, but you will also be illuminated by the power of my divine consciousness. It will be much easier to break through the fourth realm in the future. This is the death of our Western Buddhist Buddha The descending spell that can only be used in Shi Chuan Gong will not harm your life."
Buddha murmured.
Even though his current strength has been severely damaged and his body is even broken, his current abilities in some aspects are obviously stronger than Zhang Xuezhou's.
But when he wanted to forcibly take over control of Zhang Xuezhou's body and cast the spell, he felt that the escaped spiritual thoughts collided heavily with Zhang Xuezhou's source of consciousness.
The sound of a screaming duck also broke into Fozi's thoughts.
(End of chapter)
