The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Chapter 132: The Prison of Inquiry, the Truth about Jiuxiang Temple

"At first, the karma-binding body can only infect disciples whose Dharma is less profound than his."

"Because the symptoms are somewhat similar to the Buddhist disease of hatred, it was not taken seriously at first. People thought that washing in the Merit Pond would effectively suppress it, and then using the power of purification would completely resolve it."

"But that's not the case."

"Although the symptoms of being haunted by sin are similar to being haunted by hatred, they are much more aggressive. A tumor will gradually grow around the waist of the patient."

"Even if you use the power of purification to remove it, it will grow back again after a period of time. No matter what, it cannot be eliminated."

"It can only be suppressed with the power of incense, but no matter how much you suppress it, the tumor will gradually grow around the waist."

"The last person to fall ill will surely die!"

The old monk said with lingering fear.

He had never seen this disease before. Although there were many strange diseases in Buddhism, they all had cures. As long as enough price was paid, the probability of cure was not low.

Li Changxiao's pupils shrank. In this case, the magistrate of Linwu County must have been suffering from a sinful fate.

Compared to being entangled in hatred, being entangled in sin seems to have a more indescribable demonic nature.

On the nature of the devil... being possessed by evil and being sick for a long time are very similar. Once you are infected with them, both of them will announce the end.

However, if the two are compared together.

Long-term illness is even more terrifying.

Li Changxiao asked, "Senior, are you saying that the evil will only infect those disciples whose Buddhist teachings are less profound than his?"

The old monk nodded and said, "As soon as we became aware of this disease, we started researching it."

"In the end, it was found that this disease is contagious from the lower levels. Those who practice Buddhism and whose knowledge of the Dharma is not as deep as his can be easily infected."

Li Changxiao frowned, "Do you know how this strange disease came about?"

The old monk said, "It's difficult! But it is speculated that Wuqing has too many sins and has fallen into the devil's way. The combination of the two, and the catalysis of many other factors, have together led to the strange disease."

"But there is one thing I can't figure out, which is where does this contagiousness come from? Why is it contagious?"

Li Changxiao frowned slightly, feeling in his heart that he had found a vague similarity between the disease of longevity and the sin of being entangled.

But this feeling is very subtle and I can't put it into words for the time being.

The old monk continued his story.

After discovering that Wuqing was carrying the contagious disease, many punishment disciples were infected with the disease and eventually died. One of the disciples was a Buddhist genius with extraordinary talent and potential to lead the way.

Jiuxiang Temple cancelled the punishment on Wuqing and sealed off the surrounding area, prohibiting anyone from entering.

It was the Buddha who should have killed Wuqing.

But at that time, Wuqing was practicing the art of incense and the latest technique he learned could allow him to reincarnate with the help of a golden body outside, which was extremely mysterious.

If you fail to figure out this trick and find a way to completely kill it, killing it rashly will only be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

But we can't kill him. If we leave him like this, the strange disease will not be cured and some of our disciples will be infected from time to time.

For a moment, Jiuxiang Temple was in trouble.

Finally, the temple decided to imprison Wuqing in the "Mirror of Other Causes".

"He Yinzhi Mirror?" Li Changxiao was stunned. He had never heard of this thing.

The old monk explained that the "Mirror of Other Causes" was the most powerful magic weapon of Jiuxiang Temple. Unlike the Fourteen Platforms of Ten Thousand Extremes and the Eighteen Hells, the Mirror of Other Causes was not a magic weapon to suppress luck, but a genuine magic weapon...

A magic weapon that was born with heaven and earth!

One can imagine how precious it is.

As a result, he created his own space within the mirror, which could reflect the cause and effect of others and activate his own magic.

"Ugh……"

"This is also the most wrong decision we have ever made." The old monk sighed.

Wuqing was locked in the space of his Mirror of Cause, bound by the lines of cause and effect inside and deafening by mighty and mysterious sounds outside, which perfectly restrained his evil ways.

Sealed for eternity, from now on there will be no me or him, and there will be no possibility of coming out.

This matter has come to a temporary end.

until……

The spiritual energy began to dry up!

after that.

Several disciples were infected with the sin-binding and strange disease at the same time, and they actually saw through the mirror of his cause!

“The ten Dharma protectors and I realized something was wrong and quickly dismissed everyone, but many disciples were still infected with the evil and spread it.

So far, it is not that bad. This sin-binding condition is still a rare disease in Buddhism and is only spread among those who practice Buddhism.

After I and the ten guardians disbanded the Jiuxiang Temple, we immediately found his Yinzhijing."

The old monk told Li Changxiao that he had made a decision.

He entered the mirror and killed Wuqing.

Because at this time, the heaven and earth had changed, the spiritual energy was exhausted, and Wuqing's magic of rebirth by borrowing incense had lost its effect.

If we kill him now, he will be truly dead.

But the thief was extremely cunning and hid in his Mirror of Cause and refused to come out. What surprised him even more was that during the years when he was sealed in his Mirror of Cause, he actually began to gradually control his Mirror of Cause!

The wish to kill him was dashed again.

The old abbot had no choice but to sacrifice his own life, and together with the ten guardians under his seat, they continued to supply spiritual energy to maintain the seal while constantly trying various methods to kill Wuqing.

The spiritual energy of the two consumes each other.

however……

What made the old abbot even more desperate was.

He was also tainted with sin!!

Not only that, even the ten Dharma protectors could not escape.

Just saying.

Yu Luosha flew back and told Li Changxiao that there was no one around.

Jade Rakshasa flew into the soul bead to cultivate.

The old abbot only took a glance, his figure floating, and continued to narrate, "I didn't expect that after the spiritual energy was exhausted, the 'evil entanglement' would mutate again, and even I was infected."

"Not only that, Wuqing and I consumed each other."

“But gradually, I fell into a disadvantage. There was no other reason, but because of the evil that came after the mutation, which even infected the mysterious sound of the Ten Thousand Extremes Secret Realm!”

"Those infected mysterious sounds flowed into my body and corroded my flesh. I was attacked from both sides!"

"The longer the time goes, the more the strange sounds accumulate, and the more I can't bear it."

“In the end, I had to use three of my innate profound sounds to deflect those mutated profound sounds.”

“In this way, the spiritual energy I consume is far greater than the spiritual energy consumed by Wuqing.”

"My ten guardians were eventually entangled in evil and their minds were polluted. In order not to drag me down, they committed suicide here. My fate was not much different."

"About some time ago."

"I suddenly discovered that the concentration of the abnormal mysterious sound has decreased a lot. This gave me a chance to catch my breath. I will try to release my own mysterious sound to ask for help."

“But I didn’t get a response. My cultivation was almost exhausted. It was useless to keep my natal Xuanyin, so I released it all.”

At this point, the old monk finally explained the whole process clearly.

After the spiritual energy was exhausted, he spent three hundred years here with Wuqing, until all his cultivation was exhausted.

Li Changxiao had gained something, at least he had found some information related to the Changyan disease, but at the moment, he was not happy at all, on the contrary, he felt even more depressed, frowning and asked, "Old senior, are you saying... Wuqing is still trapped in the Eighteen Hells?"

"Which floor is he on?"

The old monk said, "The seventeenth level is the prison of questioning the mind."