Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 700 Comfortable (2/2)

Sitting silently in the carriage, Xuankong pondered the crux of the matter, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

With the help of the game, he seemed to have a glimpse into the unspeakable dark side of the Buddhist kingdom, which made him feel that he could not delve into it any further.

But at the same time, he also understood that if some problems were not carefully dug out, they would surely fester in the flesh, eventually leading to amputation at best and death at worst.

"Xuan Kong, the Black Buddha Kingdom" is a collection of absurdities and various bad tastes, but it is also extended on the basis of facts, making Xuan Kong feel that Bailong is indeed a talent who has allowed him to break through his defense several times so quickly.

Not long after, the white dragon horse suddenly stopped.

Staring at the eternal lamp hanging in front of him, he immediately said, "Little Sister Ding, Xuankong has entered the illusion."

Ding Jie, who had just started snoring, jumped up, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and immediately looked at the eternal lamp on the white dragon horse's head, and then he found that the color on it had indeed turned gray.

Xuan Kong also woke up from his deep thoughts and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"I have fallen into an illusion. There are Xumi worlds in many places in the Buddha Kingdom, which are often transformed by some unknown things. The things inside are self-contained and will continue to circulate. Although it is a bit troublesome to get trapped in it, you can leave as long as you find the exit. More importantly, these illusions can be entered and exited repeatedly, so you can improve your cultivation in them, and even see if you can find some useful magic tools to bring out."

After looking at the words in the eternal lamp, Ding Jie said, "This is a D-level illusion. The evil demons you encounter after entering are almost the same as the demons from yesterday, so you can enter with confidence. Xuankong, you can go in and explore the way. If there are any medicinal herbs, bring some back so that I can make some pills."

Xuankong nodded, then jumped off the carriage.

Just as I was about to enter, I heard a voice saying "Next".

Xuankong subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed a stick that fell from the sky.

This stick is not a magical weapon, but the materials used are very exquisite.

The black iron stick weighs a total of 110 kilograms, and the weight is just right when held in the hand, giving Xuankong a very familiar feeling.

As a Buddhist monk, Xuan Kong practiced spear and stick fighting quite often, and stick fighting was as natural to him as breathing.

Not to mention that after holding the stick, a lot of stick technique experience came to his mind, letting him know that this was the special effect of this game.

Even if someone knows nothing about sticks, after coming in, he will be able to learn some basic uses of a stick. After playing for a long time, he may not become a master of stick techniques, but he will not be completely clueless either.

After feeling this, Xuankong looked at the stick in his hand and felt even more complicated.

Are all the cultivators in Jiuzhou playing things of this level?
You can learn something while having fun. Is there such a wonderful thing in the world?

I don’t know how many games similar to Kyushu there are, and I don’t know how many students it has educated and how many skills it has helped them master.

With a long sigh, Xuankong discovered that the "Articles of Righteous Mind" promoted by the Buddhist Kingdom seemed to have really gone astray.

The Art of Correcting the Heart can only help practitioners forget their pain and enjoy happiness, but games can help people gain happiness and enlightenment, and enhance the depth of their lives.

Which one is better or worse can be known at a glance.

But after he finished sighing, Xuankong chuckled again, thinking that Bailong was still not very smart.

Such useful things were actually displayed to him openly. Aren’t they afraid that Xuan Kong would learn these things and then integrate them into Buddhism?

His innate wisdom is so strong that he can use this method to create a "Game Scripture" that allows people to travel freely in the game world constructed by the Buddhist scriptures while silently reciting them, thereby gaining more knowledge.

Thinking of this, Xuan Kong smiled again and then disappeared into the illusion. He saw fog in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he came to a dilapidated Zen temple.

As soon as he landed, he felt like he was being stared at by some invisible being, whose cold gaze was examining him dispassionately, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a hideous and ugly creature pounced towards him.

For a moment, the air was filled with the stench and smell of wild beasts. An unknown beast aimed at Xuankong's throat and bit it fiercely.

However, the opponent did not bite him. The moment it pounced on him, Xuankong had already stepped back, and then smashed the beast on the head with the stick that had been accumulating for a long time, directly cracking its brain and making it deader than dead.

After exhaling a breath, Xuankong looked at his stick with some surprise on his face.

Your own body, you know best.

Yesterday he had just climbed up from the foot of the mountain, his magic power was almost exhausted, and his body almost fell to the bottom.

Just today, he felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, and his reaction and strength had improved a lot, which made him feel the long-lost joy of growth.

After thinking about it carefully, he nodded and said, "Little Golden Flower? I didn't expect the feedback from this game to be so real. It really makes me feel like I've improved."

Not only that, he also found that something came out of the beast that was knocked to death and then returned to his body.

When the golden light fell into his body, he immediately felt a warm current rushing over him, making him feel a heat wave surging into his exhausted dantian, and the magic power that had already dissipated was actually restored a little.

"This is... Buddha nature. A monster actually has Buddha nature. This place is not ordinary."

Looking around, Xuankong felt the Buddha nature entering his body. After his magic power recovered a little, his senses also recovered a little.

Although it was dark all around, he could feel that there were still a large number of wild beasts lurking in the dark, looking at him hungrily.

The other party coveted his flesh and blood, and he also coveted the Buddha nature in the other party.

Holding the black iron stick tightly in his hand, Xuan Kong felt the excitement from yesterday again, making him feel his body begin to swell and his blood begin to boil.

He danced with the stick and thrust out his long stick, picking out a beast lurking in the dark, and then smashed it with another stick, leaving the beast's skin and flesh torn.

Then, he swept the long stick across, and a wild beast that was flying in the air was hit in the waist. The sound of the broken spine was heard immediately, like the sound of nature.

Because he is a beast, he has no sense of guilt at all.

Because it is an illusion, it will not trigger the rules of this place.

But the feeling is real, and the condensation of Buddha nature is also real. The multiple sensory stimulations completely expose Xuankong's hidden madness, allowing him to unscrupulously begin to harvest the beasts here and constantly seize the Buddha nature in their bodies.

It was unknown how long it took before Xuankong woke up from his agitated emotions.

Around him, the corpses of wild animals were piled up like mountains, but his body was full of Buddha nature, which made him sigh with satisfaction.

"Comfortable."

(End of this chapter)