After Ren Qing finished refining the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon, he immediately began to spread schizophrenia.
Five Moonfall pseudo-dragons shuttled through the sky at night, then sank into the outskirts of the town, and effortlessly got into the monk's body.
Ren Qing did not continue to increase the number of Yue Yue pseudo-dragons. After all, he needed to control his mind and use the six disease method to assist.
No matter how many Moonfall pseudo-dragons there are, they must be built on the premise that he can take care of both.
Moreover, the four newly refined Moonfall pseudo-dragons all use soul butterfly projection as the medium for the Six Disease Method, so the efficiency is naturally much lower.
Under the moonlight, the wooden windows seemed to be blown open by the breeze.
The monk was still asleep one breath ago, and then he was awakened by pain. His whole body was shaking, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
They even had the illusion of being trapped in bed because no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't even move their little finger.
After the Moonfall Pseudodragon crawled into the head, it cut off the nerves connecting the body, causing them to temporarily turn into a vegetative state.
Black Tiger's memories flooded into his brain, and countless blood-red scriptures seemed to appear in front of the monk's eyes, full of misinterpretations of Buddhism.
"Woooooooo..."
As the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon completely took over the monk's brain, schizophrenia was born, and the fourth stream of consciousness was conceived.
The fear in the monk's eyes dissipated, and soon only confusion remained. He seemed to have forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter what.
After a while, they fell asleep again.
After completing its goal, the Moonfall Pseudo-Dragon crawled out of its mouth and disappeared along the corner of the wall.
Ren Qing frowned slightly, because he found that the speed of spreading schizophrenia was far slower than expected. The main reason was that the Six Diseases must be controlled meticulously.
He had already used up a lot of energy by performing the Six Disease Technique hundreds of times in a row, not to mention having to prevent his breath from leaking out, lest the Buddha's energy notice him.
Ren Qing had a busy night.
By the time the sun rose, it had just infected more than a hundred monks.
"This won't work. It's impossible to stay in Cishi for a few years."
Ren Qing shook his head tiredly. The plan was not unfolding as smoothly as expected. It would take an unknown amount of time to gather 10,000 monks.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
He is not in a hurry to get involved in the small world of Nanshan. After all, there are hundreds of thousands of monks in the sky. If they really want to start extending their lives, they can take advantage of the opportunity to steal thousands or tens of thousands of years. It won't take long.
Ren Qing knows a truth very well: if you don't move, you will be dead, if you move, you will be thunderous.
If the number of infected monks is increased while extending life span, the variables will be too great, and it may even lead to a situation where the chicken is stolen but the rice is lost.
Even though the current Nanshan small world can only accommodate a thousand people, according to the growth rate of weapon spirits, it will soon reach the ghost realm.
By then, the area of Nanshan's small world will have increased by at least ten times, and it will take years and months to fill it up just by the spread of the Moon Meteor Pseudo-Dragon.
Ren Qing narrowed his eyes and focused on Meng Zhong.
Using the nightmare breath to transform the dream weapon first will definitely improve the efficiency of spreading schizophrenia.
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Unknowingly, the day disappeared and the town was shrouded in darkness again. Hundreds of thousands of monks chanted scriptures involuntarily.
It wasn't until the waning moon hung high in the sky that evening classes ended one after another.
Jinguang Temple fell into silence, with only a few novice monks patrolling around the temple, hitting the gongs on hand from time to time.
It's not to prevent bad guys from coming to the door, but mainly to prevent open flames from lighting up the temple.
When the two novice monks came to Abbot Wu Nian's wing, they couldn't help but look at each other, their expressions looking a little surprised.
Painful wails were heard in the room, and one could tell from the sound that it was Wu Nian himself.
The novice monk couldn't help but said: "Junior Brother Wuwu, what do you think we should do?"
After hesitating for a moment, Wuwu novice replied softly: "The abbot has been restless recently. Maybe it's a sign that he is about to pass away?"
"Probably."
Wu Rang couldn't help but look envious. For the monks in the sky, passing away while seated can be said to be a lifelong pursuit.
Sitting represents the attainment of enlightenment, transcendence and Buddhahood.
It can be seen that the Buddha energy of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva wiped out their seven emotions and six desires, but instead infinitely amplified their thoughts of becoming a Buddha.
"If the abbot is going to be enthroned, we still have to confirm the situation is better."
The two novice monks pushed open the door and walked toward the source of the sound with lanterns in hand. Their expressions were quite relaxed at this time.
But when the novice saw Wu Nian, he was immediately frightened and his legs became weak.
Although Wu Nian's eyes were closed tightly, his expression was extremely ferocious and terrifying. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, as if he was enduring some kind of pain all the time.
"Abbott..."
Wurang subconsciously took a few steps forward, and accidentally the gong hit the wall, making a clear and loud sound.
There was movement on the abbot's bed immediately. Wu Nian opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the two stunned people inexplicably.
He was silent for a few breaths, and then the bloodshot eyes gradually faded: "What's wrong?"
The two novice monks stumbled over each other as they recounted what they had seen and heard, but Wu Nian just pinched his temples to listen, and after a while waved his hands to let the two of them leave.
The novice monks looked at each other and walked out of the wing. Wu Nian lay down again in the room, and soon there was another painful moan.
They just had doubts in their hearts, but because of the Buddha's energy, they were soon filled with faith in the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva.
Little did the two of them know that the abbot's consciousness was no longer in his body. He had already crossed the plane and was in a small, narrow world.
Ren Qing looked at Nanshan Little World with a complicated expression.
The situation inside is extremely strange, and can be described as a group of demons dancing around.
The monk sat cross-legged on the futon and recited Buddhist scriptures. All his nightmares were about rape and robbery, and they were not even Black Tiger's experiences.
Ren Qing originally planned to use the fourth consciousness of hundreds of monks to nourish the dream seeds through the breath of fear brought by nightmares.
Unexpectedly, the fourth consciousness is more evil than imagined.
No matter how devoid of desires a monk usually has, his fourth consciousness is filled with greedy instincts and can easily create panic.
Ren Qing calls the fourth consciousness "evil thoughts", which is not without reason.
On the one hand, evil thoughts have the highest respect for the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva, and on the other hand, they are filled with all kinds of desires to drink hair and blood.
Ren Qing could clearly feel that evil thoughts were thriving in Nanshan's small world, and even tended to overwhelm his main consciousness.
In this short period of time, the evil thoughts of hundreds of monks have begun to alienate, just like the corpse Buddha who is about to sit down and peel off his skin.
In the end, all the evil thoughts, without exception, turned into a bloody skinless monk, closing his eyes and enduring the pain caused by the nightmare.
Even enjoy it?
Even the instigator, Ren Qing, felt his scalp numb.
It seems that the negative emotions generated by the monk's three consciousnesses will be unknowingly swallowed up by evil thoughts, thus becoming more terrifying.
The only good thing is that the efficiency of obtaining the nightmare breath is very high.
Ren Qing had previously relied on punishing the offending monks, and Dream Seed and Soul Butterfly were already on the verge of transformation, and now they have directly broken through the bottleneck.
As he watched, the three dream seeds gathered together, heading towards the eternal prison in his stomach, and soon disappeared into it.
The dream seed turned into distorted light and shadow, then flew to the dream market, and finally entered the ghost market, colliding with the soul butterfly itself.
The dream spells are already related, and the two magic weapons can be regarded as having the same origin.
Due to the nourishment of the nightmare aura, the dream seeds and soul butterflies instinctively choose to merge, thus giving birth to a magical weapon that is more suitable for dreams.
Seeing that the purpose of the trip was achieved and the sky outside started to lighten slightly, Ren Qing canceled the nightmare that had been imposed on his evil thoughts.
He also became more determined to spread the idea of schizophrenia first.
The appearance of the monks returned to normal. When he looked up, he saw that they were all enlightened monks, but there was no strange and bloody appearance not long ago.
However, Ren Qing could still see in their eyes the obsession with greed, hatred, and naked beast-like desires.
To be honest, even the craziest monks would not behave like this. It is probably caused by the aura of the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva.
To have no desires or demands is also an extreme in a certain sense.
So when evil thoughts are born, the monk jumps from one extreme to another, falling into an almost paranoid flow of human desires.
Ren Qing anxiously expelled the evil thoughts from the small world of Nanshan.
When the monk's consciousness returned to the body, it still did not cause any changes in the Buddha's energy, which shows that good and evil are indeed not considered.
Ren Qing repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing unusual, and then turned his attention to the dream artifact.
Each dream market has become more solid after the transformation of the magic weapon, and is vaguely connected to the Abi Hell in the Immortality Restricted Area.
It's a pity that it's still a little bit worse.
Ren Qing discovered that a coquettish and beautiful plant suddenly appeared in a remote corner of the ghost market, and the monks walking around did not notice it.
There are three pansies of different colors growing on the vegetation. The blooming petals look like lifelike butterflies, and their wings open and close over time.
The pattern of a butterfly flower is like burning flames; the pattern of a butterfly flower is like countless Buddhas sitting cross-legged; the surface of the last butterfly flower is covered with animal head patterns.
When Ren Qing's soul came into contact with the vegetation, a lot of information suddenly appeared in his mind.
The new dream weapon is called "Soul Butterfly" and has the characteristics of both soul butterflies and dream seeds.
You must know that the number of dream seeds is limited, and although the soul butterfly can transform into a projection, the projection is not as good as one-tenth of the original body.
The fused soul butterfly is different.
Soul butterflies can breed new "dream flowers" every once in a while. Dream flowers are equivalent to blank dream seeds, which can be used to build a dream market, and can also absorb the breath of foreign species to protect themselves.
Ren Qing then used Menghua to perform the Six Disease Technique. Not only would the spell's aura be more concealed, but it could also act on multiple targets.
As a result, the speed of spreading schizophrenia has undoubtedly increased significantly.
As soon as Ren Qing's soul reached out and picked off the three dream flowers, new flower cores grew out, and they would surely bloom in a short time.
He laughed bitterly and mocked himself: "When the number of dream flowers reaches a certain level, wouldn't it be no different from a heavy boy to a hundred-eyed one?"
Ren Qing couldn't help but play with the dream flower, controlling the Buddhist dream flower to plunge into the small world of Nanshan.
The Buddhist Dream Flower constructs a dream that is both true and false. It is far more hidden than dream seeds, and even the food it generates already has color, fragrance and flavor.
All is ready except for the opportunity.
