The killing lasted for more than half a year, but came to an abrupt end in the cold winter.
In the west district of Sanxiang City, gongs and drums are beating constantly, shops are decorated with lights, and children wearing new clothes can be seen everywhere.
There is a rice fragrance in the air, and you can smell the grains mixed in. The fragrance even attracts the bush rats in the mountains.
It looks like the Spring Festival, but it is actually the Laba Festival that happens once every ten years.
Laba Festival is a very special festival in Buddhism. It is said that Sakyamuni became a true Buddha on that day.
The Ci people of Jingzhutang have the habit of holding the Laba Festival on a large scale every year, but they do not believe in Mantian Buddha.
Generally speaking, the forces belonging to the Taoist sect will not go to the Laba Festival.
In many areas, it is difficult to find even a temple.
Ren Qing therefore suspected that the person behind the scenes might be a Buddhist monk, or at least a disciple of the Buddha who attained the status of Bodhisattva.
The Laba Festival in the inner world also involves matters of ascension to the Paradise.
It was the end of one round of massacre and the beginning of a new round of massacre.
Monks with perfect merit will be baptized by Sakyamuni during the Laba Festival every ten years and eventually ascend to the Paradise.
Therefore, cities and towns will become cleaner after the Laba Festival is almost approaching.
The monks who are qualified for ascension have collected enough merits, and the remaining monks can only wait another ten years, which gives them plenty of time to obtain merits.
Two months before the Laba Festival, there is actually a saying in the inner world.
It is called "Buddha's Birthday".
Before the Buddha was born, demons were still in the world.
In order to ascend to the Paradise, the monks will massacre within two months. Thousands of people will become one of the victims, but some people will always survive.
Therefore, amidst the hustle and bustle of the Laba Festival, we can still see that some people are out of place.
They usually dress slovenly and walk in shadowed and damp alleys. Their identities can be prostitutes, beggars, barbers, grooms...
They're all menial jobs that don't lead to success.
Although they smile on the surface, they have hatred from the bottom of their hearts, and they are obviously targeting the meritorious monks in power.
The meritorious monk has no magical skills at his disposal. Even if he controls millions of people, many people will definitely learn the truth accidentally.
These people did not speak out and chose to maintain their lives.
He just deliberately reduces social interaction. In the eyes of others, he is completely crazy and an unknown rat in the corner.
Because they know that only in this way can they avoid being targeted by meritorious monks.
Mr. Xiao lowered his head and walked through the crowd. The original color of his robes was no longer visible, and exuded the unique smell of donkey and horse manure.
He raised his head and looked at the platform not far away.
Dozens of monks were singing praises to Wu Shan, seemingly praising him as a tenth-generation saint, which attracted cheers from the hundreds of people watching.
Wushan also enjoyed this moment very much. The relic hanging around his neck had reached perfection, which meant that at least hundreds of people had died in his hands.
Mr. Xiao sneered and quietly walked into the alley not far away. A chill hit his face, as if he had entered an isolated world.
He hurried to the end and could see several huddled beggars along the way.
After the beggar glanced at Mr. Xiao vaguely, he retracted his arm that was touching his waist. He was obviously an eyeliner responsible for keeping tabs on him.
Mr. Xiao took off his turban as he walked, revealing a face full of scars.
Who would have thought that a few years ago he was a well-known actor in Xiangxiang, and he was well-known even on the stages in the north and south.
Mr. Xiao felt the stinging pain caused by the wind blowing behind the scar, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal piercing hatred.
The unbearable memories are full of betrayal and separation.
He was tortured, a sharp knife was scratched across his face, boiling water was poured into his throat, and several people could be vaguely heard talking next to him.
"You said, kill him?"
"No, it would be detrimental to merit."
When Xiao Gonggang fell from a famous actor to a beggar, he still became a groom in a brothel due to Wu Shan's "good intentions".
He originally didn't know the truth and respected the monks very much, but now...
"Master Xiao, you seem to be a little late?"
The speaker was none other than Taoist Heishui. Although he showed his old age, his energy and spirit were completely reborn, like a skinny hungry tiger.
Beside Heishui Taoist, there were more than a dozen men and women dressed simply.
In Sanxiang City, they usually do the lowest and most despicable jobs, but now they gather together.
Mr. Xiao shook his head slightly and said in a hoarse and dry voice: "Sorry, I went to look at the Buddhahood Ceremonies held in various places in the city."
"What's going on?"
"According to the previous scale, the number of Buddhas who became Buddhas during the Laba Festival this time has doubled."
The middle-aged woman squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth and said: "They want to kill the donkey, damn it, damn it..."
"Evil people become Buddhas, but we can only go to hell. We should let them see what hell is like!"
"It's better to go to the Buddhahood Ceremony..."
"quiet."
Taoist Heishui interrupted everyone's discussion and glanced at them with sharp eyes.
"Can you alone shake Buddhism?"
"Don't be ridiculous. With Buddhism's current reputation, as long as you are determined to be evil, we won't even give you a chance to stand up."
The eyes of Mr. Xiao and others flickered. Most of them had already accepted their fate. Taoist Master Heishui came to the door and told them the secrets of Buddhism.
However, they do not completely trust Heishui Taoist and have a lot of concerns, mainly because they also believe in certain existences.
The only upper world is the Western Paradise. Since it is not a Buddha, there are only evil ghosts in hell.
"Heaven can overthrow Buddhism."
"But I need to let more people know the names of the immortals and gods in heaven."
The scene suddenly became silent, but soon a middle-aged man responded.
His whole family died at the hands of meritorious monks, and later his cousin's children also drowned inexplicably, and no one in his family survived.
Mr. Xiao also did not hesitate too much, and the others no longer worried.
To them, does it matter whether they are evil ghosts in hell? If the meritorious monks cannot be completely eliminated, where can there be a pure land?
"Heaven is divided into eight divisions, with a total of 365 immortals and gods."
"The upper four parts are fighting with thunder, fire and plague, the lower four parts are constellations of stars, and the three mountains and five mountains are causing clouds and rain to punish the gods of good and evil."
Taoist Heishui's expression became extremely serious, and he said with unquestionable words: "In the next ten years, each of you will be responsible for spreading the name of an immortal god, and you will go to towns everywhere. Can you do it?
"
They had nothing for a long time, and they were just unwilling to keep their own lives. They didn't care about the hard work of traveling.
"But...can we do it?"
The speaker was a young man under twenty years old. Taoist Heishui's eyes slowed down, he touched his head and said, "Ma Shan, do you still remember the immortal you saw under the banyan tree a few years ago?"
"..."
"Remember."
Mashan exhaled. The dozen companions who worshiped together back then had all died in Sanxiang City, but he was the only one.
"The Immortal gave me a kind of Immortal Gu called Shut Mouth Gu."
"As long as you refine the Silent Mouth Gu and put the words written on the note at the bottom of your tongue, even if you tell hundreds of people, they will not be able to say those words until the Silent Mouth Gu is dead."
Taoist Heishui took out a beetle the size of a fingernail from his arms. There was a pattern with the word "close" on its back, which looked extremely mysterious.
[Shut-mouth Gu]
[After refining, it can make a person unable to speak, and one liter of saliva is required every day.]
[You can nourish the mouth-closing Gu by not speaking for ten years and be promoted to the law-ordering Gu.]
Taoist Heishui loosened his hand, and the mouth-closing Gu penetrated into Mashan's tongue. The latter only felt that he seemed to have mastered some kind of magical power.
On the contrary, his mouth became dry and he swallowed several times without saliva.
"It's okay. The closed-mouth Gu is a magic given by the immortal. You need to swallow saliva every day to survive. Just drink plenty of water."
Mashan tried to use the mouth-closing Gu, and immediately showed abilities beyond his cognition.
Everyone's expressions were excited. They could see the hope of overthrowing Buddhism in their lifetime, so what if it took ten years of hard work.
Taoist Heishui distributed the mouth-closing voodoo one by one, and even gave them a bamboo tube to store the dormant voodoo insects to protect them from the outside.
"Ma Shan, you are going to Linshan City. The name of the immortal god spread is..."
"The plague brings immortality."
Ma Shan couldn't help but nod, feeling deeply shocked, as if he could see more than three hundred gods standing in the clouds.
"Xiao Gong, you are going to Dahuang Mountain. The name of the god spread is..."
"Dou Jupiter-kun."
The names of the gods were told to everyone. Even if they wanted to know the background and origin of the gods, Taoist Taoist Heishui could answer them fluently.
This made Mr. Xiao and others believe in the authenticity of Tiangong.
When Taoist Heishui spoke, he had already used the Law and Order Gu: "You have to disguise Heaven as a relic from ancient times, don't be too deliberate."
After the explanation was made clear, they all left the alley.
Everything was seen by Ren Qing.
With the fungus soul of Ren Qingyang's divine realm, plus the body of a Gu insect that has been promoted to the ghost envoy realm, it is theoretically possible to push forward the inner world.
But he chose to spread the heavenly way.
Because Ren Qing had to bring all the forces to the inner world and take the opportunity to lay out the heaven, he used seemingly troublesome methods.
But he was not without gains.
In fact, as long as it is not suicide, the soul of the person who died in vain can still remain for seven days, so the body and the body are taken into the underworld.
Ren Qing originally thought that the chance that the souls of mortal corpses could turn into zombies was outrageously low.
But unexpectedly, after the corpse suffered a disaster during its lifetime, its soul was filled with resentment and actively absorbed the death energy in the underworld.
Zombies crawl out of the underworld one after another, and the number of corpse veins has completely surpassed that of demon veins.
As long as there is no war, the size of the underworld will continue to grow. No wonder in the myth of the previous life, the underworld was divided into ten halls of Yama, because the forces could not be concentrated together.
The zombies are well aware of this and are gradually delegating power to the inside.
Otherwise, he would not have time to practice, and zombies would definitely be promoted to the Yangshen realm one after another, and the underworld would also have to change its dynasty.
"Hell is empty, evil spirits are in the world."
Ren Qing narrowed his eyes. Next, he had to convince all the forces that the surface world was just a scam arranged by the people behind the scenes.