I became the sun god.

Chapter 275

The temple is not a big temple.

It's just an ordinary small temple in the mountains.

On weekdays, relying on the villagers at the foot of the mountain, they have the most basic living security.

The incense money during festivals is the largest source of income for temples.

But it's the holidays.

There are not many people in this temple on weekdays. After all, no one will be full and go to the mountain to worship Buddha every day.

Fusang people believe in animism, and their reverence for all kinds of gods is reflected everywhere, but they don't go to worship Buddha devoutly.

And in this temple, the old abbot's life is coming to an end.

The host is more than 90 years old, even in Fusang is considered a long life.

Since he has been reciting Buddhist scriptures all his life, the host has long been indifferent to life and death.

Feeling that his life was coming to an end, the old abbot called his two disciples.

Under the sad eyes of the disciples, the old abbot calmly explained his funeral:
"After I die, you can bury my body in the backyard."

"I have lived here my whole life as a teacher, and I want to sleep here forever after I die."

"After living for so many years, I have no regrets as a teacher."

"If there is anything to say, it is probably because the teacher was too lazy when he was young."

"When I became a teacher in my 60s and accepted you two disciples, I began to regret my laziness when I was young."

"However, a person's life is limited after all. I have read Buddhist scriptures for my teacher for decades, but I haven't figured out why."

"This world..."

The old monk looked out of the window, where the red sunset was overwhelming:
"Gods, immortals, demons, demons... all appeared."

"The Buddha we believe in must also exist, but as a teacher, we have not been able to obtain wisdom from the Buddhist scriptures. I am afraid that we will not see the Buddha after death."

"You guys... If you feel at ease here, study the Buddhist scriptures carefully, maybe you can gain supreme wisdom and become a true monk."

"If you feel that this place is poor, then go down the mountain after burying yourself as a teacher."

"As a teacher... except for this little regret in this life, it is enough."

The old monk's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped breathing, and passed away sitting there cross-legged.

"Master!"

The two disciples burst into tears immediately.

Although people have their own ambitions, not everyone likes the life of Qingxiu on the mountain, but the old monk's kindness to them in nurturing them is real.

Now that the old monk has passed away, the two disciples are suddenly saddened by it.

After a long time, the older disciple wiped away his tears:

"Junior Brother... Do as Master tells you."

"Bury Master's Dharma Body in the backyard, and then... you can go down the mountain. I can rest assured that I am on the mountain.",

"Brother..."

The young disciple stared blankly at his senior brother.

The brother squeezed out a smile:
"You are still young, and your heart is not sure."

"If you like the world of mortals, go for a walk in the world of mortals."

"If you feel tired, come back, brother will guard the house for you."

……

After simple arrangements, the old monk was finally buried in the backyard.

The little disciple did not go down the mountain.

Because the master has just entered the earth, the two disciples still need to guard the master for a while.

After disposing of Master's body, it was already the middle of the night.

According to Master's request, the two disciples must go to bed on time. Now that it has been delayed for so long, the two disciples naturally went back to their respective rooms.

However, the master had just passed away, and the two disciples had no intention of sleeping, tossing and turning, thinking about their own thoughts.

Looking at this scene, Qin Ran couldn't help shaking her head and chuckling:
"It's the father who is kind and the son filial."

"In that case, I will fulfill your regret and let Chaofan appear here."

Following Qin Ran's words, a large amount of black liquid appeared out of thin air around the old monk's body in the soil.

The black liquid invaded the old monk's body, rapidly transforming his essence.

The originally thin flesh and blood became full again, but it became extremely black and blue.

The withered and yellow nails have also turned black and blue, and are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old monk's face was distorted, and the eyes on the black and blue face disappeared, leaving only large blue blood vessels.

The blood vessels seem to come alive, and they are constantly wriggling, converging in the middle of the old monk's face.

puff!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, an extra eye appeared out of thin air on the old monk's face.

It was a huge one-eyed eye that grew back after the flesh and blood were torn apart.

The one eye was covered with cyan bloodshot eyes, staring wide open, looking extremely crazy and persistent.

The rickety soles of the feet also became a lot bigger, turning into a pair of black and blue flat feet.

"Chanting...chanting..."

The monster in the mud crawled out without a sound, and walked towards the Zen room muttering to itself.

Looking at the figure of the monster, Qin Ran nodded in satisfaction.

Aobozu was finally born.

The so-called Lord Qingfang was a monster that Qin Ran had fashioned out of the corpse of an old monk.

The principle of shaping is also very simple.

The black liquid parasitized in the corpse, devouring the divine power provided by Qin Ran, and transforming the corpse on a large scale.

Not only has the appearance of the corpse changed, but it even possesses incredible power.

Not only that, because of the residual memory in the cells, this so-called Aobozu can also show corresponding obsessions.

Of course, monsters are monsters.

Obsession is only the basis for Qingfangzhu to act. As Qingfangzhu continues to absorb spiritual energy, he will eventually transform into a terrifying demon.

You know, in the myth of Fusang, Aofangzhu is a fallen mountain god.

mountain god...

Every move has the power of mountains, but he is addicted to obsession.

This is Qingfangzhu created by Qin Ran.

And such Qingfangzhu will also be the root of everything that follows.

dong dong dong...

Quietly walking into the meditation room, Master Qingfang sat cross-legged in front of the wooden fish, and began to beat the wooden fish rhythmically.

The crisp voice echoed throughout the temple, making it seem a little strange and evil.

"Ok?"

"Why is there the sound of wooden fish?"

The two disciples heard the voice for the first time, got up tacitly and walked towards the meditation room together.

By the candlelight in the meditation room, they vaguely saw a tall figure sitting there cross-legged.

"Come in...chanting scriptures..."

As if sensing the presence of the two, a hoarse and crazy voice suddenly sounded in the meditation room.

Hearing that voice, the hairs of the two disciples stood on end.

They could clearly feel the malice and madness in that voice.

It seemed that if I didn't go in to recite the scriptures, I would be disrespectful to the Buddha, and I would encounter indescribable horror the next moment.

"Is this a demon?"

Such thoughts arose in the hearts of the two disciples at the same time.

They looked at each other, then walked in with fear on their faces.

Then, they saw the completely distorted Master, with the huge evil one-eyed.

"Chanting..."

Amidst the voice full of malice, the two disciples had no choice but to start chanting.

If you don't chant scriptures, you will die.

(End of this chapter)