The monks in Tianshangtian went to bed later than before. After all, in addition to reciting scriptures, they also spent a lot of time cooking food.
In a sense, their behavior is more normal now, but the food they eat is a bit unbearable.
After eating the rotten rice, the monk began to attack the vegetation in the city. It was obviously the season of early summer, but all the leaves had fallen off.
Ren Qing observed through Menghua that the monk's appetite had expanded to the point where he was so hungry that he even swallowed his fingers without noticing.
The food in the sky will not last long at all. When all the grass and trees are eaten, I wonder what the monks will feed on.
Ren Qing didn't think too much.
He then selected from hundreds of thousands of monks and brought those patients with mild schizophrenia into the small world of Nanshan.
Ren Qing has no choice but to deal with the schizophrenia among hundreds of thousands of monks.
Originally it could be eradicated through the Six Diseases Method, but now the spread of schizophrenia has exceeded the capabilities of the Six Diseases Method.
He checked the Nanshan Weapon Spirit. After last night's training, the number of people in the small world increased by two to three thousand.
It will be full by tomorrow or the day after tomorrow at most.
Ren Qing began to draw the monk's evil thoughts into the small world of Nanshan, and soon there were 14,000 to 5,000 more people in the empty field.
They sat cross-legged on futons in a dense crowd and recited scriptures devoutly.
If Ren Qing transforms the small world of Nanshan into the Paradise of Western Paradise, it will be a scene of Buddha's sermons.
The fairy in the mirror cooperated with the dream spell, and the broken limbs of the corpse appeared in front of the monk.
They didn't even hold back for half a breath, crazily stuffing it into their mouths, and the flesh, flesh and bones were splashed out, making it look extremely bloody.
When the evil thoughts become more intense, the alienation of flesh and blood affects the body at the same time.
In just a moment, more than 10,000 monks turned into pillars of flesh and blood with thousands of hands, and hundreds of arms grabbed blood food from all directions.
Ren Qing looked at his own information flow. His lifespan increased faster than last night, and it had exceeded a hundred years in a short period of time.
He even had an illusion.
If you can stay in heaven for a long time, you can set foot on the earth in ten years at most, and the immortality you have longed for is just around the corner.
Ren Qing calmed down again, and he could not take any chances to figure out something big.
Moreover, if he does not have other opportunities to obtain longevity, the terrifying longevity required by the Earth Immortal cannot be obtained by Mengdie.
"The Dead Man's Sutra, the Dead Man's Sutra, no matter what meaning of immortality it is, as long as I can live forever, I can use this to transcend..."
Ren Qing closed his eyes tightly and used his consciousness to observe the changes in the aura of the monk and the Buddha. His evil thoughts absorbed madness as nutrients and grew.
Because the Buddha's energy is as vast as the sea, evil thoughts are infinitely diluted as soon as they are incorporated, but they are still more or less detectable.
When the sky was getting brighter, the evil thoughts left the small world of Nanshan on their own.
Ren Qing called out the information flow.
[Shouyuan: one thousand nine hundred and seventy-eight years]
It was only a short two nights, and it was almost equal to Ren Qing's ten years in the Prison Hall, but a thousand years of life was still as inconspicuous as a drop in the ocean.
After Ren Qing hesitated for a moment, he decided to immediately promote Yongjian Prison to Yangshen Realm.
Consuming life span as much as possible can also improve the efficiency of life extension in disguise.
After Ren Qingshouyuan reaches two thousand years in the Three-Inch World, the lifespan gained will have to be reduced by at least 30 to 40%, or even more.
He arranged magical weapons in the cave to shield the breath of magic, and engraved moon patterns with similar effects to avoid attracting the presence of the outside world.
Fortunately, if you advance to the realm through information flow, the noise caused can be almost eliminated, otherwise Ren Qing would really not dare to make a breakthrough here.
After everything was ready, Ren Qing checked it several times to make sure there was nothing missing.
Just when he closed his eyes to meditate on the Taotie method and reached the peak of his state, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up to the sky in astonishment.
On the wall near the north, monks were packed like sardines.
The remaining hundreds of thousands of monks are also located in adjacent streets.
Their eyes were staring at the outside of the city at the same time, their expressions looked extremely ferocious, and their clenched teeth were dripping with strange golden blood.
The monks' faces were obviously round, but their sunken eyes looked like they had been hungry for several days, as if they were starving ghosts who came from the cave.
Three feet of the city has been dug up, and every vegetation has been eaten clean.
If the Buddha's aura hadn't restricted them to heaven, they would have rushed to the mountains and had a hearty meal.
The mountain road was filled with dust.
A full 50,000 to 60,000 refugees came towards the sky.
Compared with the monks in the city, they were sallow and thin, but their eyes were filled with respect for the Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva.
After all, the heaven we are about to reach is the rumored Pure Land.
The reality did not deviate from expectations. After climbing over the last hill, a town that seemed to be made of piled glass came into view.
Followers of the Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva fell to their knees, and soon tens of thousands of people joined together, and sobbing could be heard.
The team's speed suddenly accelerated.
They seem to be able to see their life in heaven, where they will no longer suffer from illness, let alone hunger, and can always be carefree.
However, when the refugee flow approached Tianshangtian, the leading monk stopped.
They stared at the city wall with horrified faces, only to see countless monks standing on it, licking their lips greedily.
The old monk who was the leader of the refugees was not in a hurry to set foot in the sky. He stayed where he was without knowing what to think.
He did not go to the city wall, and the rest of the team chose to wait quietly. This shows how terrifying the old monk's prestige among the refugees is.
The young monk next to him asked: "Old Master, how...how..."
He opened his mouth several times but was unable to utter any disrespectful words, but his expression revealed the panic in his heart.
"Doesn't it feel like a human being?"
The old mage took a deep breath and said, his trembling hands revealing the movement in his heart.
"it's me……"
The old mage forced a smile on his wrinkled face, and said in a calm tone: "With the vicissitudes of the sea, nothing is eternal, not even the heavens."
The young monk looked at the old mage and then at the lunatics in the city, but still said firmly: "I still want to go to heaven. That is just a test for us by the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva. If we don't experience suffering..."
Before he finished speaking, he noticed that the old mage was walking towards the open city gate, and the latter made a stop movement at the same time.
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Tens of thousands of people witnessed the old master approaching the sky, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.
The old mage walked into the city smoothly, and was greeted by tens of thousands of monks, whose naked appetites seemed to indicate something.
There was hope in the eyes of the refugees, and they planned to follow in the footsteps of the old mage.
Roar……
The roar of wild beasts came from the city, and then a monk jumped at the old mage with his legs full of force, and the other monks rushed over.
They bit at the old mage's flesh and blood, and after just a few breaths, there was only a mangled skeleton left.
The old mage shook his head before he died, as if silently persuading the refugees.
Many monks looked outside the city again, and the corpses were quickly pulled into the bottomless abyss and thrown into the dark cracks.
Little bits of light drifted by.
Menghua inadvertently passed through the skull of the corpse, taking the old mage's soul with her and disappearing.
Immediately, a lifelike butterfly appeared on Ren Qing's fingertips, and the old mage's soul hidden in it seemed to be completely dispersed.
For some reason, he felt that this mortal soul had an incredible purity, so he simply put it into the flesh and blood furnace.
Use the strong fire to ensure the immortality of the soul.
The refugees also returned in the opposite direction because of the old mage's sacrifice, but the atmosphere became dead.
The Buddhist pure land they were pursuing was actually occupied by demons and ghosts.
When the refugees left the scope of the Buddha's aura, hundreds of thousands of monks seemed to have nothing to do, chanting sutras and walked towards their homes.
Ren Qing thought slightly and found that the Buddha's energy would not stop the refugees. The ghostly figure on the soles of his feet immediately came out of the cave and walked between the stone walls.
The exhausted refugees casually found a hilltop to rest. For a moment, they had no idea where the road ahead was, and the atmosphere seemed lifeless.
It is not realistic to return to Buddha Heart City. Demon attacks break out every few years, leaving all the villages around the town empty.
Now that they can no longer go to heaven, it seems that the only thing that greets them is death in a foreign land.
At this moment, the ghost shadow had arrived at the location of the refugees, and tens of thousands of people did not notice that the shadow area was expanding.
The child who was playing in the mud was instantly swallowed up by the ghost.
Ren Qing saw that there was no change in the Buddha's energy, and the place was already outside the range, so he felt relieved and signaled the ghost shadow to fight quickly.
The ghost shadow no longer hides itself, and the cultivation of the Yangshen realm explodes instantly.
Before the refugees realized it, the entire mountain was covered in ghosts, and tens of thousands of people were drawn into the boundless darkness.
Then the ghost quickly rushed to the cave.
It wasn't until the refugees were in eternal prison that Ren Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
The number of refugees is close to 60,000, and they have not practiced any magic. They are all good candidates for mastering the jailer method.
However, Ren Qing placed the refugees in a corner away from the jailer's hall.
It is unrealistic to allow refugees to come into contact with the Jailer's Hall in a short period of time. After all, the demons and monsters they encounter may not be as scary as the Jailer's.
Ren Qing had to subtly change the refugees' thinking.
After the refugees arrived at Yongjian Prison, they noticed that there were piles of various grains nearby, as well as agricultural tools and seeds for planting fields.
They couldn't help but be ecstatic, thinking that the Great Merciful Maitreya Bodhisattva had appeared.
Ren Qing currently did not have the energy to interfere with the development of tens of thousands of refugees, so he directly transmitted the contents of the Nether Celestial Insect Law to them, and asked the jailer Ming Crow to protect them secretly.
After these Ci people continue to practice, their life-extending efficiency will naturally increase.
Ren Qing closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. After being delayed by the refugees for a while, he had to seize the time to break through as soon as possible, so as not to affect his longevity at night.
His focus was on the Immortal Food Technique and the Dionysian Technique, which had not yet been promoted to the Yin Cha Realm.
Information flows.
[Whether you choose to branch out and indulge in wine will consume two hundred years of your life]
