Chapter 294: Weird Buddha
Gu Qingyuan had already had the idea of ​​how to become an immortal after corpse reincarnation. He first encountered a purple mansion relic in Sanyuan Shuidu of the world of gods and demons. Sande said that it was the immortal after corpse reincarnation. Later, after reading the classics, he realized that although the White Lotus Mother was a body that was reincarnated from corpse, she was not an immortal after corpse reincarnation.

It was just a body that was influenced by the Purple Palace magical power and had a trace of consciousness, and could only act on instinct.

The term "corpse reincarnation" is widely circulated. There are also records of it in Gu Qingyuan's previous life. It means that a practitioner attains enlightenment, abandons his physical body, and becomes an immortal. Or, he may use an object, such as a staff, sword, clothes, etc. to leave the world and become an immortal. This process is called corpse reincarnation.

The transformation of corpse is the transformation of physical form, the transformation of the true nature, and the escape of body substance, so it is also likened to "cicada shedding its skin", just like a cicada leaving its skin in exchange for bones, preserving its energy and solid form in a cave, and then ascending to become a true immortal.

This method of corpse transformation is the righteous practice, which includes the transformation of soldiers and corpses. For example, Han Xiangzi, one of the Eight Immortals, achieved enlightenment through corpse transformation.

Arriving in this underworld, a bit of lonely yin exists forever, and one is reborn towards death. Gu Qingyuan mixed the records of his previous life's corpse-reincarnation practice with the magical powers of the world of gods and demons, and combined them with the practice of this world, and planned a path for Gu Chen.

With the help of Gu Chen's destiny, he swallowed the Yin and Yang evil spirits, refined the turbid Yin magical powers, destroyed his internal organs, survived the three disasters and the death calamity, passed the two levels of body and soul, and finally refined the immortality in that living being to make Gu Qingyuan immortal. This was another plan besides the great way of disasters.

One main and one auxiliary, they run in parallel in this Yintu experimental field, and both flourish. It's just that it takes time for the disaster to enter the world, and it takes time for Gu Chen to grow up. Gu Qingyuan is not here in his original form, so he can only rely on his original form to attract some great power. The means are inevitably tortuous, and the process may take dozens or even hundreds of years. Fortunately, Gu Qingyuan has no worries about his lifespan, so he can wait.

Seeing Gu Chen slowly falling into a deep sleep, Gu Qingyuan asked Qingfeng to stay and he got up and left.

The cultivation methods in this world are many strange and bizarre. Although he has learned a lot of secrets from Li Danyang's lineage, he is not yet knowledgeable. He needs to go to famous mountains and rivers to visit the cultivators of various lineages, but he doesn't know whether they will welcome him.

There are many false beliefs in the golden Buddha market, but there are true Taoism in the deep mountains.

Daoxuan Mountain, although not very remote, but in this world where strange things are rampant, ordinary people will encounter strange things along the way when they go out. For pilgrims and believers, Daoxuan Mountain is also a deep mountain with thousands of dangers.

It is called Daoxuan Mountain, but a Buddhist temple was built on it, which gathered a group of bald men of all ages, who discussed Buddhist scriptures and chanted Buddhist scriptures every day and practiced together.

Gu Qingyuan climbed up a small path in the mountains and soon arrived in front of the temple gate. There was a plaque hanging horizontally with the words "Guan Dao Temple" written on it.

It was now noon and the temple door was closed. Before it was opened, one could smell the scent of sandalwood mixed with a hint of rottenness. It was the evil incense mixed with the smell of strange creatures.

After Gu Qingyuan knocked on the door and waited for a while, footsteps were heard coming from far away and fiddling with the bolt.

"Donor, I am a humble Sangha. I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

The monk opened the door, leaving only a crack, and leaned most of his body out, and spoke to Gu Qingyuan. His voice was full of Zen, like the sound of Buddha. He himself had a round head and a broad body, a full belly, and although there was some fat on his face, he looked naive, like a fat Maitreya monk.

"My name is Gu Qingyuan. I am sorry for my intrusive visit. Please forgive me." Old Gu came here to learn about the cultivation method, not to knock on the door, so he was naturally polite.

Monk Jialuo blinked his eyes, and golden light flowed in his eyes, as if he had supernatural powers. After looking for a long time, he couldn't see the truth. He just felt that the person in front of him was dignified and not like an ordinary person. He coughed lightly and spoke.

"So it's Donor Gu. My temple is small and narrow, and we don't accept ordinary people's offerings on weekdays. The Buddha sits high and doesn't accept incense at dawn. Only great monks like me can offer offerings."

There was an intention to refuse the guest in his words, but the next moment he changed his tone: "But I see that you are like a god, so you must be an ordinary person. Please come in!"

As he said this, he turned around and pushed the doors open with both hands, making way for him. Jia Luo even stood aside and raised her hand to invite him. "Gu is a mountain cultivator who accidentally learned the cultivation method. I am just trying to survive in this dangerous world. I don't deserve the master's praise."

Gu Qingyuan said as he took a step forward and entered the temple under the guidance of Jialuo. Although it was called a small temple, it was actually located on a mountain by itself. It was quite spacious, with large blue bricks paving the ground all the way to the temple.

On the wide staircase, there is a solemn hall above more than a dozen steps. There are not many monks coming and going, and no monks cleaning, but everywhere is clean as new, without a speck of dust.

"You are the donor who invited me here, but I haven't asked you what the purpose of your visit is?" The fat monk Jialuo led the way. He walked a few dozen steps and was slightly out of breath. He stopped and asked.

Gu Qingyuan took a few looks and said, "I got the fragments of cultivation by chance. I heard that the master of Guandao Temple had gone down the mountain many times to eliminate evil and demons. I think his cultivation is profound. I came here to seek answers to my questions and see the true Dharma."

"Dharma, Dharma," Jia Luo did not care, shook his head and muttered a few times, "Alas, there is no Dharma in this world. It is just for practitioners to comfort themselves. Forget it, just come with me to see the abbot!"

Jia Luo took a breath and led Gu Qingyuan to the front of the hall: "Brother, Gu Qingyuan, the donor, is here to ask for advice."

"Come in, Jialuo, and bring some tea."

A voice came from inside the hall. Jialuo nodded to Gu Qingyuan, pushed open the door, motioned him to come in, but she left in a hurry.

Gu Qingyuan stepped into the hall. It was very empty inside, with only three large Buddha statues sitting upright, coated with gold powder and in different shapes. A monk was sitting in front of the Buddha statues.

One is tall and fat, and looks like Maitreya, but he does not have the compassionate look of Maitreya. Instead, his face is ferocious, he is full of anger, and he is arrogant, like a demon and a vicious person. He is on the right of the three Buddhas.

One of them was skinny, like a pile of bones, without much flesh and blood, only a layer of skin, underneath which the bones and veins could be seen. He was short in stature, with a drooling look on his face, and was in the middle.

The last Buddha statue, on the other hand, was not much different. It looked like an ordinary person, except that its robes were torn, the gold paint had fallen off, and it was covered with dust. It had not been disturbed for a long time, and it had a silly smile on its face. However, it was not the indifferent smile of the Buddha who saw through everything. Instead, it looked like that of a stupid person. It was located on the right.

The three Buddha statues are of different heights, weights and shapes, with different body shapes and appearances. If the composition were to be proportional, the tallest and fattest Buddha should be in the middle, with the other two on both sides. Now they are arranged in a disorderly manner, giving a sense of brokenness and lack of symmetry.

"Donor Gu, what do you think of this great statue of Buddha?"

The monk supported himself with his arms and used the force to turn his body over, revealing his appearance.

It was an old monk, but he had no white eyebrows or beard. His skin was stretched tight over his body like chicken skin. He was extremely skinny, with almost no flesh and blood, and he looked exactly like the Buddha statue in the center.

He sat cross-legged, his leg bones, which were not very fleshy, crossed and tangled like a tangled mess that could not be untied. He had to move by his arms.

Gu Qingyuan spoke softly: "Great desires are surging, great colors are overwhelming, and wonderful methods are immeasurable. This is the appearance of extreme bliss."

(End of this chapter)