The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of internal wriggling, the tips of several of the thickest tentacles suddenly swelled and split open, as if vomiting, and with a few puffs, spit out several fist-sized fleshy eggs covered with sticky dark purple blood vessels and pulsating slightly.

These demon eggs fell onto the stone platform, and as soon as they came into contact with the air, the blood vessels on the surface began to beat violently.

The tough eggshell cracked quickly without any incubation period, and several small demons of various shapes emerged from it.

Some are like a wriggling puddle of mud, with a few lifeless eyes and a small, sharp-toothed mouth that keeps opening and closing;

Some are simply a few bones put together, covered with a thin layer of foul-smelling mucous membrane, and the joints make a "crunching" sound.

As soon as these freshly-baked little creatures escaped, without even having time to adapt to the environment, they followed the chaotic instincts engraved deep in their souls and let out harsh, meaningless screams.

They pushed and bit each other. A muddy demon tried to devour the skeleton next to it, but the skeleton pierced its body with a claw, and dark green juice flowed all over the ground.

The scene was both disgusting and a little funny, like a cheap puppet show.

Xiu Yuan looked at the chaotic scene expressionlessly.

Is this the product of the Devil's Mother Tree?

It does look quite evil, and also quite... low class.

He raised his hand, and Buddha's light flowed from his fingertips. He did not use any powerful magical powers, but just casually released a soft but irresistible golden light.

The Buddha's light fell like warm spring rain, covering the little demons that were still hurting each other.

Their sharp screams abruptly ceased, as if the mute button had been pressed. Their frail bodies quickly melted in the Buddha's light, like snow under the scorching sun. They couldn't even utter a full scream before they transformed into wisps of black smoke, completely evaporating and purifying, leaving no trace behind.

The whole process was clean and neat, even a little too easy.

The purification was completed, Xiuyuan closed his eyes and sensed it.

There are indeed merits.

But, it's very little.

That little bit of merit was almost like a stone thrown into the sea, failing to create even a decent ripple.

Xiuyuan frowned almost imperceptibly.

It was quite different from the "unlimited merit ATM" he had envisioned.

This efficiency is probably not much higher than his random salvation of a few wandering ghosts on the street.

What's the problem?

Are these inferior demons too weak, and the sins and negative energy they contain are insignificant?

Or is there something key missing?

He looked at the demon mother tree that had stopped producing and stood there, and fell into deep thought.

It seems that the simple and crude "production-purification" model does not work.

This tree, which incorporates the Dark Bible, should have more potential than just that.

Perhaps, we need to change our thinking and make some...technical improvements?

Xiu Yuan's gaze swept across the underground space and then fell back on the demon mother tree that stood still, with only its primitive instincts left.

An idea gradually formed in his mind.

He looked at the space suppressed and isolated by the Acala thangka, his eyes flickering slightly.

By the way, this place itself is an excellent container.

As his mind moved, the wish relic condensed from the golden body of incense and which had once demonstrated spatial characteristics in the trial space quietly emerged in his palm.

The relic is crystal clear, and it seems as if the thoughts of countless believers are flowing inside, emitting a soft and pure light.

Xiu Yuan poured his spiritual will into it, mobilizing the remaining spatial force within the relic and gently pressing it into the void.

The vow-power relics merged silently into the structure of the underground space, like a drop of water merging into the sea.

A circle of invisible ripples spread out from the relic, quickly covering the entire underground space.

The stone walls, the ground, the air, and even the suspended thangka Buddha light all seemed to have established a subtle connection with Xiuyuan.

In an instant, Xiuyuan felt that his perception extended infinitely and merged with every inch of this space.

He could clearly "touch" the texture of each rock, feel the flow of spiritual energy in the air, and even "overlook" the structure of the entire space.

This world is completely under his control.

"Very good." Xiu Yuan nodded with satisfaction.

The next step is to transform this "production tool".

He focused his mind on the Demon Mother Tree. He no longer simply issued a "production" order, but mobilized the spatial power he had just controlled, mixed with a trace of transformed Buddha's light, and injected it into the roots of the Demon Mother Tree underground like a precise catalyst.

"Om-!"

The Demonic Mother Tree trembled violently, as if receiving an unprecedented stimulus. Its roots, embedded in the earth's veins, twisted and multiplied frantically, greedily absorbing far more energy than before.

The tree trunk made a "crunching" sound as it grew, and its originally dull eyeballs began to spin wildly and unconsciously, leaking more sticky liquid.

Even more astonishing was that those thick tentacles, as if receiving a unified command, no longer waving randomly, but instead rapidly spreading and growing in all directions with a purpose! Like giant pythons with life, they crawled along the ground, climbed up the stone walls, and even hung in mid-air, intertwining and entwining with each other.

In just a few moments, the originally empty underground space was completely filled with these slippery, twisting tentacles covered with barbs and turbid eyeballs, forming a dense and disgusting scene of a living cage.

Only the area of ​​Buddha light emanating from the central Acala thangka maintains a small "pure land".

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiuyuan showed an expression that was almost satisfied.

He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the space filled with tentacles, carrying an unquestionable declaration:

"This place shall be named 'Endless Tentacle Breeding Hell'."

“Anyone who becomes an enemy of this humble monk and harbors evil thoughts in his heart will be sent to this hell.”

"Deprived of the five senses, extinguished of will, transformed into nutrients for the mother tree, enduring the endless pain of childbirth and reproduction day and night until the soul is extinguished. Their body, their suffering, and their resentment will all be transformed into resources to help this poor monk quickly attain enlightenment."

This is not hell at all, it is clearly a merit-making factory that uses living things as raw materials and practices sustainable exploitation!

Xiu Yuan felt this "hell" that he had created with his own hands and had complete control over, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This technical improvement feels pretty good.

Chapter 119: The First Holy Monk in a Thousand Years!

The current Great Reproduction Hell is just a rough prototype, far from the ideal state in Xiuyuan’s mind.

This makeshift place is at best an inefficient energy conversion pool, and is far from being a true "hell."

The goal of cultivating karma is not just to create some low-level demons to purify merit, but to create a place that can shock the heavens and demonstrate the solemnity of Buddhism.

After all, if one wants to achieve the supreme Buddhahood, how can one highlight the holiness and compassion of the Buddha's kingdom without a few decent hells to maintain order?

He began to carry out a comprehensive renovation and upgrade of this underground space.

A sophisticated diagram of the mandala structure emerged in Xiuyuan's mind. It was the core model in Tantric practice that symbolized the order and power of the universe.

He wanted to incorporate the concept of the mandala into the design of the Great Reproduction Hell, and use the spatial laws he had understood to cut this space out from the existing earth vein nodes, making it a truly independent dimensional space.

This is a delicate and huge project.

Xiuyuan mobilized the power of the vow relics and carefully cut the spatial barrier like a highly skilled craftsman.

Golden Buddha light shone like silk threads, forming complex spatial runes one after another in the void. The entire underground space began to tremble slightly, but was firmly suppressed by the power of the Acala thangka, maintaining a superficial calm.

After the cutting is completed, Xiu Yuan anchors the independent space on the earth vein, just like burying a seed in fertile soil.

The tremendous energy contained in the earth veins began to flow into the new space continuously, like quenching, constantly strengthening the structure of the space and nourishing the demon mother tree within it.

This process is like a sophisticated alchemy furnace, the earth vein energy is the flame, the space law is the furnace, and the demon mother tree is the "elixir" to be refined.

Xiuyuan had considered the possible consequences of doing so.

Forcibly extracting the energy from the earth veins will inevitably have a certain impact on the balance of the earth veins. The most direct manifestation may be the increase in local seismic activities.

However, these potential natural disasters are just a negligible price to pay for Xiuyuan.

What does the life and death of an ordinary person have to do with him?

Xiu Yuan was quite satisfied with his masterpiece, the "Great Breeding Hell". As his last space rune fell, the entire underground space was completely separated from reality and sank into the dimensional cracks.

However, the consequences of space cutting and forced extraction of earth vein energy were immediate.

Kabukicho, the always bustling city that never sleeps, is now torn apart by a sudden disaster.

With a dull thud, the road surface in the central area of ​​​​Ichibang collapsed without warning, forming a huge pothole.

The road surface broke like a fragile biscuit, the steel bars twisted, and dust and gravel rose into the sky, instantly engulfing several old buildings around.

"earthquake?!"

"Run!"

"Help! My legs are being trapped!"

Screams, cries, and the roar of collapsing buildings mixed together, piercing the neon lights of the night.

Broken wires crackled, sparks flew, smoke billowed, and panic spread among the crowd like a virus.

The once bustling streets instantly turned into a living hell.

Just as people were panicking and fleeing in all directions, a golden light suddenly burst out from the bottomless pit at the center of the collapse!

"Then...what is that?!"

A young girl who fell to the ground looked up in despair and saw the unbelievable scene.

I saw a golden statue tens of meters tall, with three heads and six arms, and a solemn appearance, slowly rising from the ground.

The Buddha's light shone all around the Dharma image, dispersing the smoke and dust and illuminating the night sky. Its vast, majestic aura, yet tinged with a hint of compassion, instantly overwhelmed all the chaos and fear at the scene.

It is the golden body of Xiuyuan’s incense!

He naturally knew that the collapse was caused by himself, but showing up at this moment to save people was not only not a fault, but a meritorious one.

This is the logic behind his actions - as long as the result is good, the process and cause are not important, what matters is the merit gained.

As soon as the golden statue of incense appeared, it began to act.

An arm holding a vajra gently waved, and a soft but powerful force spread out, steadily supporting a huge precast concrete slab that was about to hit the crowd, and then lightly placed it aside without stirring up any dust.

Another arm holding a lotus stretched out, and Buddha's light fell, covering an area buried under the rubble.

The wounded, groaning in agony, felt a surge of warmth coursing through their bodies. The excruciating pain from their broken bones quickly eased, and the bleeding stopped visibly. While it wasn't an instant cure, it greatly alleviated their suffering and bought precious time for subsequent rescue efforts.

The most shocking thing is that the majestic head in the center of the golden body swept its gaze over a five-story building that was leaning and about to collapse at any time, and the cries for help of the trapped people could be faintly heard from inside the building.

The golden figure slowly extended a giant palm, shrouded in Buddha's light, and unexpectedly supported the crumbling building! Supported by the golden palm, the massive building miraculously stabilized.

The originally chaotic scene was transformed into an eerie silence by the arrival of this god-like image. Everyone stared at this unimaginable scene in amazement, forgetting to run or cry out.

After a brief moment of silence, someone was the first to react, falling to his knees trembling.

"God...Lord God!"

"It's the Buddha appearing!"

This action seemed to light a fuse, and more and more people came to their senses and knelt down. Fear was replaced by awe, and despair turned into ecstasy of survival and the most devout faith.

The black crowd bowed down to the towering golden statue, chanting words of thanks and prayers incoherently.

"Thank you, Buddha, for saving my life!"

"Living Buddha, be merciful!"

The pure, huge, and even more turbulent power of incense and vows than at the three high schools in the east of the city gathered from all directions like a tsunami, and madly poured into Xiuyuan's golden body of incense.

The Buddha's light on the golden body became increasingly radiant, almost solidifying into substance, and the patterns of the magical instruments on the three heads and six arms also became clearer and more agile.

Xiuyuan felt the rapidly growing merits and vows in his body, and his heart was not disturbed at all. He even felt that it was natural.

I demolished your house and saved your lives, so it's only reasonable to collect some incense and merit.

He maintained his Dharma appearance and continued to clear the dangers at the scene and rescue the wounded until he was sure that no more people were in danger of life and official rescue forces began to arrive at the scene. Only then did he prepare to retire.

Under the fanatical worship and gaze of countless people, the golden Dharma image's light gradually faded, slowly sank into the ground, and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Only the huge collapsed pit, the removed boulders, and the faint sandalwood scent lingering in the air proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Xiu Yuan, on the other hand, had already quietly returned to his newly completed "Great Reproduction Hell" through the spatial connection, preparing to take stock of this "accidental" harvest. As for the chaos in the outside world and the subsequent handling of it, naturally, others would have a headache.

Things turned out just as Xiuyuan had expected, and everyone concluded that it was Xiuyuan who did it.