However, for the Bodhi Old Tree, this ball of spiritual power is indeed a hazard. For it, even if the ball of spiritual power is refined by itself, it is just an icing on the cake and will not improve its own situation.

Even Ji Liao felt that if Lao Shu had not had a peaceful Zen spirit on his body, he would have been protruded by the power in his body.

Ji Liao asked, "You are near Nalanda Temple. Have you never learned any practice methods to solve your own troubles?"

Bodhishu said: "Bodhitra tried to teach me how to practice, but he still failed. He said that unless I give up my true nature and reincarnate in the world, I will not be me if I do that."

Ji Liao silently sensed the power aura on its body, which was indeed too huge, and even with his current realm, it was difficult to control it.

Bodhi Tree said again: "I also know where my crux is, in fact, it is the bitter fruit I have made myself. I have absorbed too much energy from heaven and earth, so that it has become impossible for me to break my own shackles now. But after seeing you, I have an idea, maybe you can help me."

Ji Liao said: "Please say, if it is not a difficult thing for me, I can help you."

Even if you become a monster, you are mostly docile. Moreover, this kind of existence is the most difficult to practice. Ji Liao naturally feels pity and can help you within your ability.

Bodhishu said: "I saw that you can mobilize the essence of plants and trees. It can be said that this is almost a power that only the wood god has. I wonder if you have any ideas to become a wood god, that is, a real god. It is not difficult to become a wood god. I have a heart of rays here. You can refine it and then absorb the spiritual power from me by sucking me, and you can accumulate huge divine power and become a god."

Ji Liao said in confusion: "Since there is this method, why don't you use it yourself?"

Bodhishu said: "My soul is not as firm as your soul. In the process of using the heart of Jumang to become a god, it is likely to be destroyed. Moreover, the ability you have just shown is only possessed by the gods. I guess you may be a sacred person himself. In this way, becoming a god may not be difficult for you. Of course, this is just my guess."

Ji Liao understood what it means. The process of becoming a god requires powerful energy, and the Bodhi tree happens to have powerful spiritual power to provide. Moreover, there are many types of spiritual practice, such as Mei Sanniang, who are progressing step by step. The practice will not be too fast, but there are fewer dangers. The method mentioned by Bodhi tree mainly relies on the heart of Jumang, which obviously requires one step to reach the sky, and the risks are also high.

As long as the soul is not firm, you may not be able to control the powerful power you suddenly gain. If you are not good, you will fall into a state of doom.

The Bodhi Tree said clearly, but Ji Liao could naturally refuse.

However, if you help it, Ji Liao will immediately become a powerful god, and he can become a god through the Dharma body, because the Dharma body is naturally combined with the gods, and both have no real body.

In this way, if Ji Liao succeeds, it is equivalent to an additional divine clone out of thin air. The benefits to his own strength increase are self-evident.

Ji Liao said: "If you succeed, this will be of great benefit to me. But if you fail, you and I may fall into a state of endless disaster. Because the process of sending spiritual power may cause your spiritual power to become turbulent by accident. You know what serious consequences will be brought about by such a huge spiritual power."

Bodhishu said: "I have thought it through. If I don't make any changes, I will only stay here for the rest of my life. I have lived enough of my life now."

Ji Liao understood this feeling. He was once more lonely than the Bodhi tree. Those years as a grass did not have any good memories.

Monotony and repetitive are the unchanging themes of grass.

Ji Liao said: "Tell me the details and I'll think about it carefully."

...

Outside Wuyou City, there was a big Buddha built on the lake not far away, which had fallen completely now. After a period of rest, Nalanda Temple decided to collect the remains of the Buddha. After all, it was a great Buddha built by the monks of this temple. They could not abandon it at will, and even planned to gather the remains together, carve and create some Buddhist objects, and leave them in the temple.

However, after Nalanda Temple sent more than a dozen monks to the lake, no monks returned after a day and a night.

At the same time, the monks in the temple could not sense the aura of the monks sent out.

So Nalanda Temple sent two elders, Zhishan and Zhishui, from the Bodhi Courtyard, to check.

When you arrive at the lake, the waves of the lake are like mirrors, and you can vaguely see the wounds caused by the young demon king when he escapes that day.

Zhishan and Zhishui came here some time ago. That time they were to take away the remains of the monk who guarded the ban on the lake that day. Now they are here again. Everything here seems to be no different from the last time.

Zhishan and Zhishui found nothing possible, and then they saw smoke rising from behind the mountain.

The two looked at each other and came to the back of the mountain and found a total of thirteen monks gathering around a bonfire to barbecue.

The barbecue skewers are made of demon-suppressing pestle. You can see the corners of monk's robes in the fire, and the roasted meat is palms, thighs, and human internal organs.

"Uncle Zhishan, Uncle Zhishui, you are here just in time, you can have a meal with us."

One of the monks said.

Tomoyama said qiyong: "Do you know what you are doing?"

The monk said: "Eat people."

Zhishan said: "You still know that you are eating people."

The monk said together: "Uncle Master, this world is a world where people eat people. Eating people can become Buddhas, and eating people can reach the Pure Land."

Zhishan said angrily: "What kind of fallacy are you?"

The monk said, "This is not a fallacy, but what is said in the Buddhist scriptures."

Zhishan said: "What Buddhist scriptures?"

The monk showed a pious look and said, "The Dead Sutra."

As the monk said these three words, Zhishan and Zhishui felt a palpitation at the same time.

A painted black scripture actually came out of a shadow.

It's indeed coming out.

The scripture has horns on all sides, like limbs.

The thirteen monks, when the scriptures walked out of the shadows, were all crawling on the ground and worshiping the scriptures. It seemed that this scripture was the incarnation of the Buddha, representing the truth. They obeyed everything in this scripture.

Zhishan talks to Zhishui: "You go quickly, I'll see what it is first."

Zhishui nodded slightly, and he knew that someone among them must go back alive. He reported everything they saw to the Master of Dharma and the Head.
Chapter completed!