Huangpao Mountain.
Lanruo Temple, Main Hall.
At this time, the hall was filled with people and monsters.
A strange scene appeared. The transformed demons and humans were in the same room, but they did not attack each other. Instead, they looked at the center of the hall with concern.
A monk in yellow robes ordained a man in black robes.
"Well, Master, actually this hair will be gone if I change it."
The Scorpion Demon King said that the hair on his head was just a change and could be turned into nothing with just a thought.
But this Fa Ming is extremely stubborn and must ordain himself with his own hands.
"Hair represents the six roots: worries, greed, desire, utility, money, and emotions. Accepting ordination represents your true entry into Buddhism."
Fa Ming shook his head slightly and took the razor handed by the person on the side. The tip of the razor slowly passed across the Scorpion Demon King's head, and his black hair fell all over the floor.
"Master, you are poisoned, what should you do?"
After the Scorpion Demon King received his ordination, had a fragrant scar on his head, and put on a brand new monk's robe, he asked Fa Ming with concern.
The Scorpion Demon King was born in a very evil place in southern Xinjiang, and he was born with a very poisonous nature. He himself had no antidote for this poison.
And Fa Ming, who is halfway out of the realm, cannot be lifted with magic power.
On the way back, he had already advised Fa Ming to find a way to suppress the poison first, but Fa Ming was unwilling no matter what and had to insist on completing his tonsure.
"The poor monk came from the west. Since his life has ended, he should pass away under the tree."
Fa Ming said slowly, his figure already floating towards the top of the mountain.
At that time, the Buddha passed away under the two sal trees and was later reborn in the Buddhist realm.
Fa Ming was also prepared to follow suit, and he felt that his opportunity was to live toward death, and now, maybe the opportunity was about to arrive.
On the top of the Huangpao Mountain, there is a thousand-year-old locust tree. It has received the essence of the sun and the moon. Now it has spiritual wisdom, but its cultivation is not very advanced.
After thinking about it, Fa Ming decided that it would be most suitable under the big locust tree.
Everyone nearby looked at Fa Ming heading towards the top of the mountain. With tears in their eyes, they knelt down and thanked him for saving his life.
When the Scorpion Demon King saw this, he hesitated to speak. Although he had already received tonsure, when the people around him looked at him, their eyes were full of resentment and resentment.
Due to his special status, he did not dare to talk nonsense and could only watch Fa Ming float up the mountain.
Huangpao mountain top, under the thousand-year-old locust tree.
Faming sat cross-legged with his tin staff standing beside him. At this time, most of his body had turned purple and black, and the scorpion poison had taken over most of his body. If he had not been highly cultivated, he might have passed away long ago.
"Little monk, are you going to die?"
At this moment, an old female voice sounded from the trunk of the thousand-year-old locust tree.
Hearing this voice, Fa Ming's eyes were blank, and he seemed not surprised at all: "Yes, the poor monk is seriously poisoned and will pass away soon."
"It's true that I have been practicing in Huangpao Mountain for many years and have disturbed fellow Taoists."
After a long time, a sigh came from the thousand-year-old locust tree, and then he asked slowly: "Did you get scorpion poison?"
"Exactly!"
Fa Mingdan replied calmly.
"Little monk, I can save you, as long as you pay a sufficient price!"
"help me?"
Fa Ming thought, maybe his chance lies in this thousand-year-old locust tree.
"good!"
"Do you want to live or die?"
The thousand-year-old locust tree asked.
"The poor monk has put his life and death at risk, but he is reluctant to let go of so many suffering human beings in southern Xinjiang."
Fa Ming's eyes moved around and looked at the many human and demon clans who were still watching here halfway up the mountain.
"If that's the case, then you have to live!"
The thousand-year-old locust tree gave out a strange smile, and then asked: "What price can you pay?"
"A poor monk with nothing to offer..."
Fa Ming, who had always been extremely calm, was now ashamed and ashamed.
The grace of saving one's life is also a great favor to Buddhist practitioners.
But I have no way to repay.
"Forget it, seeing as you, a little monk, can't afford the price, I, my grandma, will treat it as a training exercise!"
As the words fell, the ground under Fa Ming's feet continued to rise and fall, and countless small tree roots like tentacles were about to penetrate into Fa Ming's body along his mouth and nose.
"This is......"
Faming had a doubt in his heart and asked hesitantly.
"You're already dead, so what are you worried about?"
The cold voice of the thousand-year-old locust tree came from the trunk.
"Right!"
Fa Ming just raised his hands, which were about to form a seal, and immediately lowered them again.
It was with this release that countless branches took the opportunity to penetrate into his mouth and nose, and in an instant, they controlled his eight extraordinary meridians and all internal organs.
The entire body is covered with tree roots and branches, as if it has become a tree man.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Fa Ming's expression changed and he exclaimed.
I wanted to mention the Buddha's power, but found that my whole body had been completely controlled by the thousand-year-old locust tree. Even my hands and feet no longer felt like my own.
"Hehehe... Of course I will eat you, stupid monk!"
The thousand-year-old locust tree let out a cold laugh, and then the tree trunk shook, and a charming woman walked out of it. She looked young, but her voice sounded extremely old.
It was only then that the cultivation of the tree demon grandma was finally revealed.
Her cultivation level is surprisingly half-step beyond the realm of transcendence.
And you can break through at any time.
"Why didn't you wait until I passed away before eating me?"
Fa Ming was very upset. He thought that if this thousand-year-old locust tree wanted to eat him, he could wait until he passed away.
Therefore, without paying attention for a moment, he fell into the plan of the thousand-year-old locust tree.
"Haha, where is the delicious raw meat from dead meat!"
The cold voice of the dryad grandmother instantly broke through Fa Ming's psychological defense. Before Fa Ming could say anything, a long black tongue spurted out from his mouth and inserted directly into Fa Ming's mouth.
And all the roots of the locust tree are like sucking nutrients from the earth, greedily sucking the flesh and blood from Fa Ming's body.
As the roots of the tree continued to squirm, Faming's body gradually became weaker, but at this time, he was unable to even self-destruct.
"Having half a step of Buddha's flesh and blood is indeed extraordinary!"
Dryad Grandma made hearty sucking sounds from her mouth, and sucked out the last trace of flesh and blood in Fa Ming's body with her long tongue.
As she retracted her long tongue, Fa Ming's body fell like a piece of tissue paper, and the bones in his body had turned into bits of bone powder and scattered in the wind.
After absorbing Fa Ming's flesh and blood, the aura in Grandma Dryad's body suddenly surged, and in an instant, a catastrophe was triggered.
"master!"
The Scorpion Demon King, who was still halfway up the mountain, was about to rush up, but as soon as he flew into the air, a golden lightning flashed and knocked him out of the air. In an instant, he was seriously injured.
How could a first-level peak demon cultivator be able to withstand the catastrophe of transcendence?
Fortunately, it was just the aftermath of the catastrophe, otherwise the Scorpion Demon King would have died on the spot.
Upon seeing this scene, the remaining people who were still preparing to step forward retreated one after another, obviously frightened by the power of the heavenly tribulation.
...
One month later.
At this time, the tree demon grandma has successfully survived the catastrophe and been promoted to the realm of demon immortals.
After Faming died, his soul did not fall into the netherworld. Instead, he was taken by the tree demon grandma as a ghost slave and lived forever, never to be reincarnated.
It’s just that he has a firm Buddhist heart. Although he has become a ghost slave, the tree demon grandma is still unable to fully control him.
"Fa Ming, you are already dead, just be my ghost slave!"
Under the thousand-year-old locust tree, Faming's soul still sits cross-legged on the ground. The tree demon grandma imprisoned him here and constantly tempted him.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"There is no joy in life, no fear in death. Does the donor think that by trapping the poor monk, he can conquer the poor monk?"
Fa Mingdan said calmly, his translucent soul body fluttering in the wind.
Grandma Dryad also understood the firmness of his Buddhist heart. With a mysterious smile on her face, she said, "What if that's the case?"
As the voice fell, a green light curtain appeared in front of Fa Ming, on which appeared the Scorpion Demon King who had just been ordained by him a month ago.
At this time, the Scorpion Demon King was wearing a monk's robe, sitting cross-legged in the dilapidated main hall, eating meat and drinking wine.
Fa Ming's eyes narrowed and he saw that in the hands of the Scorpion Demon King, he was holding a human leg that had been roasted into a golden color!
