Chapter 223 Unless hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha!
"Of course it's not a proper salvation."

Standing in front of the five-meter-tall White Skeleton Bodhisattva, Wang Yuanjing seemed a little insignificant.

The so-called salvation is a term in Buddhism, which later evolved into a general term for various religious sects.

“Buddhas or bodhisattvas guide sentient beings out of suffering and help them achieve liberation and enlightenment through practice.

“This is called salvation.

“However, these spirits are somewhat special, their minds are chaotic.

“So the traditional way doesn’t work.”

Wang Yuanjing put his hand in front of the minotaur, who opened his mouth wide and wanted to hit him.

But in the end, he bit into nothing.

Even though this thing was taught a lesson by the White Bone Bodhisattva, its unruly nature remained unchanged.

"Let them sink into their lust forever."

He withdrew his hand, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

At this point, White Bone Bodhisattva finally understood.

"The Mantra of the Devil in the Heaven of Transformation."

Wang Yuanjing explained word for word what he called his method of salvation.

This is also the reason why he asked Tu Junfang and Xue Fan to leave. This thing cannot distinguish between friend and foe.

The corpse demon is fine, but with Xue Fan's personality, he may not be able to handle it.

"What is that sound?"

Xue Fan, who had been walking far away with the corpse demon, suddenly turned around.

The sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible!
The magic spell of the White Bone Bodhisattva directly affects the soul. In a sense, the law of propagation has transcended the rules of the material world to a certain extent.

"What a strange sound."

After Xue Fan heard the content clearly, his eyes slowly became empty.

Tu Junfang's face changed when he was standing by.

As he majored in sexual power, his resistance to the Heavenly Demon Curse was much stronger than Xue Fan's. He reacted immediately, grabbed Xue Fan's shoulders, and ran away.

After completely escaping from the influence of the Heavenly Devil Curse.
Xue Fan finally came out of his trance and looked towards the direction of Wang Yuanjing and the White Bone Bodhisattva with fear on his face:

"What it is?"

He had never seen such a strange method, and he fell into the trap silently.

Tu Junfang did not reply, and his expression looked extremely gloomy against the backdrop of the surroundings.

the other side.
"Such demon ministers, after thinking together, have become weak and powerless, their original thoughts have been destroyed, and they have lost their great prestige."

The White Bone Bodhisattva transformed into a lotus chariot, and with his ten bony fingers he formed the Dharma Wheel Seal. The Sanskrit sounds resounded in the air like a 3D surround.

The bull-headed spirit had already sunk into it.

Wang Yuanjing ignored the influence of his Heavenly Devil Curse and watched the scene quietly.

Buddhism divides the world into three realms: the desire realm, the form realm, and the formless realm. The desire realm has six levels, so it is also called the "Six Desire Heavens."

The devil king of the sixth heaven is the highest god in the desire realm, Paranirmita-vasavartin. This god does not need to enjoy himself, but loves to transform himself into another heaven and play freely with the happiness of others, so he is called "Paranirmita-vasavartin Heaven".

The terrifying thing about the magic spell of Hehua Zizai Tian is that it can make people passively enter the inner scene and feel their desires at will.

In interior scenes, the concept of time becomes blurred.

For people.
Long-term indulgence in the spiritual world will produce unpredictable effects. The impact of the inner scene on the spirit will be reflected on the body. The longer you indulge in it, the greater the damage to your body.

"What about the spirit?

“Just because they don’t have a body, does that mean they won’t be affected in that way?
"In other words, they will forever be trapped in desire and unable to extricate themselves, becoming complete slaves to desire.

"By then, these evil spirits will become great free demons and become followers of the demon king."

Wang Yuanjing murmured in his heart.

If you do not accept what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences.

These evil spirits are shackles that bind the ghost master for generations, but they are excellent nourishment for him and the White Bone Bodhisattva.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu~"

Soon, under the influence of his magic spell of Transformation into Freedom, the spirit with a bull's head and a human body underwent new changes.

Its eyes slowly began to turn into the same blood red as the White Bone Bodhisattva, and the majestic yin energy on its body gradually subsided. Its temperament changed from gloomy at the beginning to a little bit crazy.

Then, the White Bone Bodhisattva waved his hand, and the evil spirit turned into a black smoke and guarded him.

After doing all this, she looked at Wang Yuanjing again.

"how?"

Wang Yuanjing asked with interest. Too weak!
A hint of disdain flashed across the eyes of the White Bone Bodhisattva.

"Don't worry, there should be more big stuff in there."

Wang Yuanjing smiled and pointed to the other side of the mountain.

This thing is not weak. If it is placed outside, ordinary aliens without targeted means will not be able to match it.

It’s because White Bone Bodhisattva’s vision is too high.

The ants kill the elephant.

In such a vast world of aliens, there are only a few who can fight against many at once.

Not long after, Xue Fan and Tu Junfang came back after seeing the commotion here was over.

"What about the evil spirit? And what was that noise just now?"

Xue Fan asked bluntly.

In the world of extraordinary people, it is very dangerous to rashly inquire about other people's methods.

Fortunately, the three of them knew each other from humble beginnings and had a close relationship, so there was no such taboo.

"The Mantra of the Devil of Transformation and Freedom.

"How about it, do you want to try it?"

Wang Yuanjing made a teasing expression and then explained the mechanism of the spell to the two of them.

Although this thing is evil, for some people with excellent character, being able to withstand the torture of the inner scene is actually an opportunity.

Tu Junfang on the side looked thoughtful.

He seemed to have heard of this from some old people in Quanxing.

"Forget it."

Xue Fan smiled awkwardly.

I almost got hit just by hearing it from a distance. If I had felt it up close, it would have cost me my life.

It is important for people to know themselves
He, little Xuezi, doesn't have that much ability yet.

"Can you control the range of the spell?"

Wang Yuanjing ignored this useless guy and turned to look at the White Bone Bodhisattva.

This place is evil.

He certainly couldn't let the corpse demon and Xue Fan act alone, but it would be troublesome if he had to make the two of them avoid each other every time he converted them.

The White Bone Bodhisattva hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

Let me try.
"You two move away."

Wang Yuanjing withdrew his gaze and looked at Xue Fan and the other person.

The corpse demon and the man carrying the banner looked at each other, then followed Wang Yuanjing's instructions and walked towards the distance.

"Almost, this is the distance."

Wang Yuanjing stopped the two of them.

At this distance, we can respond promptly if an accident occurs.

"Emperor Namu Moro!"

"These demon ministers are just thinking about this. They are weak and incompetent."

The White Bone Bodhisattva chanted the Sanskrit sound again.

Xue Fan in the distance fell into a trance again. Fortunately, Tu Junfang on the other side reacted in time and woke him up.

"Control it!"

Wang Yuanjing frowned.

The White Bone Bodhisattva paused for a moment, tightened his mind, and the effect of the Sanskrit sound weakened.

She was very compatible with this technique, and after several adjustments, she was able to initially control the direction of the sound.

The influence of the curse on Xue Fan and Tu Junfang was much smaller than at the beginning.

"That's it, that's about it."

Wang Yuanjing stopped her and called back Xue Fan and Tu Junfang.

"Let's go deeper. Xue Fan, you lead the way."

He glanced at the White Skeleton Buddha beside him, and a hint of inexplicableness flashed in his eyes.

Nowadays
If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha!
　There is still one chapter left, which should be finished before 2 o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)