No. 3 Lianzhen Cave, Bo Jian was in a desert-like wilderness, running wildly.

Around him, there were ascetics in sackcloth who fell to the ground, and then they were killed in cold blood, blood splattered, and screams came and went, and Bo Jian didn't even dare to look back, for fear of seeing the scene like the Shura field.

He couldn't remember how many days it was, inexplicably appearing in this wilderness, there were no mountains to hide, no trees to hide, and some were just cold-blooded arhats who were constantly patrolling, raising butcher knives to kill all directions.

"It's the same root, why?"

When another companion beside him, who had fled with his own mana, fell to the ground, and let out that sad and angry roar before he died, Bo Jian already felt numb.

Killing, everywhere in this wilderness, makes people see no hope of life.

"Those who have betrayed the Buddha and defiled the purity of the Buddha, should be purified to atone for their sins, and remember not to fall again in the next life." The cold Arhat drank coldly and beheaded the man with a knife.

"Ah, it's not that we want to judge the religion, but that you are cleverly robbing my Western Sect, Sect Master, where are you watching these thieves behave so recklessly?" A Western believer with the strength of a bodhisattva roared angrily, but was killed on the spot.

"This, is this the massacre experienced by the traitors back then, why am I here, ah......" Bo Jian roared in his heart, but he had to run for his life.

At this time, his memory and cultivation have never been sealed, but his cultivation is not as good as those who ran away, not to mention resisting the killing of those cold-blooded Arhats.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people surviving in the wilderness, and most of the more advanced cultivators had already died, a large net fell from the sky and netted all that was left.

Mixed with the angry but powerless crowd, thousands of them were captured in a great net and thrown like cattle into a huge valley surrounded by a tight seal, and tens of thousands of people had already been thrown here.

"What the hell are they trying to do?" Bo Jian stayed in the crowd, looking at the black-clothed monks who were patrolling around from time to time, these black-clothed monks did not have the slightest compassion of the monks, and the slightest resistance or resentful sound was a violent beating, and they did not treat these people as human beings at all.

"How can this be, how can this be, we are just ordinary sect members, why should we be exterminated."

Not far away, a middle-aged man hid his face and wept, sad.

But all those who can be brought here are all low in cultivation, and there is not even a person who condenses relics, but all those who have condensed relics without exception have already died on the road, and the rest of these people, even some black-clothed monks, can kill them at will.

"Master, didn't you say that as long as you believe in the sect master, you can be pure and self-contained, how can this be?" A teenager clutched the wound on his severed arm and cried in a low voice, but he did not dare to make a louder sound.

"Sect Master? Who knows. Beside him, an old monk sighed.

Bo Jian looked at these people around him, silent, at this time, he really didn't know if this was a reality or a nightmare.

After a few days, there was finally another movement in the valley, a Bodhisattva stepped on the lotus platform, appeared in mid-air, and the Buddha's light shone brightly, dispelling the darkness in the valley and illuminating every congregation.

"If you want to live, you need to extinguish the evil thoughts in your heart, understand the Dharma of Buddhism, trace back to the source, and forget the distracting thoughts of the past, so that you can have the opportunity to achieve positive results, if you are obsessed with the past, you will not escape the doom of reincarnation, and you will not thank the Buddha for his grace?"

Tens of thousands of Western sectarians in the valley looked at each other, they were all Western sectarians, and they all believed in Amitabha, but now, it was ridiculous to say that they had evil thoughts in their hearts.

But at this time, they had already been shocked by the killing, and no one dared to speak out to resist, but anyone who dared to resist had already become a corpse.

"Huh?" When the bodhisattva saw that no one responded, he was immediately dissatisfied.

Among the tens of thousands of Western believers, after all, there are soft bones, hesitated, and bowed to the ground, "I, I am willing to take refuge." ”

Someone took the lead and dispelled the last trace of obsession in the hearts of many people, and immediately a large number of people knelt down and worshiped on the ground, and soon, no one dared to look at the Bodhisattva in the sky, even Bojian, and he did not dare to show his head, he was not a Western sect at all, and there was nothing to insist on at all.

"Very good, the Buddha is merciful, and he gives you and other orthodox Buddhist exercises to purify the evil qi in your body, and gives the Dharma with a correct heart."

The Bodhisattva was very satisfied, immediately pinched the Buddha seal, sat down on the lotus platform and sprinkled countless Buddha light, falling on the body of everyone in the valley below, Bo Jian only felt warm, the black Buddha light on his body almost did not riot, but he tried his best to suppress it, and then, in his mind, there was an additional piece of scripture, called "Bodhi Pudu Sutra", which is the basic method of Buddhist cultivation.

When Bo Jian got the so-called teaching, he hurriedly lowered his head and showed a strange look on his face.

He found that the method contained in this "Bodhi Pudu Sutra" expounded the essence of Buddhist cultivation in small words, which was exactly what he lacked.

When entering the Lianzhen Cave, Bo Jian got the Dharma from Wuchao Zen Master and got a "Multi-Heart Sutra", which is known as one of the fundamental methods of Buddhist practice, and is the general scripture of cultivating the truth, and is the door of the Buddha.

But Bo Jian had never been in contact with the practice of Buddhism before, and suddenly got the "Multi-Heart Sutra", no matter how to participate in enlightenment, there was no clue, at this time the Bodhisattva passed down the "Bodhi Pudu Sutra", just to complete the foundation of Bo Jian's Buddhist cultivation.

However, Bo Jian soon realized that something was wrong, and most of the cultivation methods of this "Bodhi Pudu Sutra" were fine, but the problem was the last part.

Even if he doesn't know much about the cultivation of Buddhism, he also knows that the cultivation of Buddhist disciples is really called to cross the threshold of cultivation, but now, the method expounded in this "Bodhi Pudu Sutra" is to make people cultivate into the body of the Buddha's spirit.

Although the body of the Buddha spirit was blown into the sky in the "Bodhi Pudu Sutra", Bo Jian had swallowed relics, and naturally knew that this ghost Buddha spirit body was not the orthodox cultivation of Buddhism at all, and thinking of the various Buddhism that Shi Hou had mentioned to him, Bo Jian suddenly had a bad premonition.

Raising his head, the Bodhisattva had disappeared, and around him, everyone began to cultivate the Bodhi Pudu Sutra.

"Conspiracy, there must be a big conspiracy, but, what can I do, if I show a little flaw, I'm afraid what awaits me is the killing of those black-clothed monks." Bo Jian gritted his teeth and began to comb through this "Bodhi Pudu Sutra" again.

Soon, he found that although the last step of this "Bodhi Pudu Sutra" was crooked, the front was indeed a real Buddhist practice.

"Perhaps, this is an opportunity." Bo Jian was not stupid, and immediately realized something.

He has the "Multi-Heart Sutra", and he can skip the part of transforming the body of the Buddha's spirit at the end of the "Bodhi Pudu Sutra", as long as he can cultivate into a relic, maybe there is still a chance.

Hardly hesitating, Bo Jian sat cross-legged, silently reciting the scriptures he had obtained, and comprehending the essence of Buddhist cultivation.

What he didn't know was that this "Bodhi Pudu Sutra" was indeed an exercise that the Western Sect had since its early days, but anyone who practiced this exercise had no possibility of leaking it, and the so-called body of the Buddha's spirit had an ulterior secret.

The "Sutra of Many Hearts", which he obtained from Zen Master Wuchao, was compiled by the Bodhisattva Guanzi Bodhisattva long after the establishment of Buddhism, and it was mentioned at the beginning of the "Sutra of Many Hearts" that "when the Bodhisattva of Viewing Freedom and Practicing Profound Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and ...... all sufferings and sufferings."

Guanzi Bodhisattva is Guanyin Bodhisattva, with great wisdom, since the birth of the "Sutra of Many Hearts", expounding the mystery of the relics, only to completely lay the foundation of Buddhism cultivation, and this scripture, non-Buddhist disciples can not be transmitted, Bo Jian can get, or the blessing of Wuchao Zen Master.

Since the appearance of the Bodhisattva in the valley, the black-clothed arhats have withdrawn, only occasionally sending people to bring food, and they have not disturbed the cultivation of tens of thousands of people in this valley in the slightest.

The people here, except for Bojian, are all orthodox Western Christians, although Buddhism and Western Religion are two different names, but in fact they are in the same lineage, and the method they originally cultivated is actually the same system.

In just half a month, someone cultivated the "Bodhi Pudu Sutra", but saw that the person was full of Buddha light blooming, bright and clean, the whole person floated in the air, his hands were folded, his body was as clear as glass, and he was silently reciting scriptures in his mouth, and he was led away by the black-clothed monk who had been prepared for a long time, as if he was out of the sea of suffering.

This kind of phenomenon made other Western sectarians very encouraged, but Bo Jian saw this scene and felt a chill in his heart.

He had fought against Jialan, who had cultivated into a relic, and naturally knew that a very upright Buddhist cultivator was not like this at all, and the flesh and blood of that person seemed to be replaced by the light of the Buddha, and the so-called body of the Buddha's spirit turned his whole person into a spiritual object, and he didn't have to think about it to know that his fate would definitely not be to be recruited to become a Buddha as an ancestor.

But at this time, Bo Jian became more and more afraid to show his different colors, so he could only concentrate on cultivation and comprehend the subtlety of Buddhism's cultivation.

After such a few years, there are less than 100 people left in the tens of thousands of people in the valley, and the body of the Buddha spirit has not yet been led away, and there is no one in the large space around Bojian.

And on this night, the Buddha's light on Bo Jian's body surged, washing his whole body, and he was about to be completed, but at this moment, Bo Jian suddenly changed his exercises and practiced the "Many Heart Sutras".

Suddenly, the black Buddha light on Bojian's body, which he had been deliberately suppressing, appeared, and was entangled with the pure Buddha light obtained by practicing the "Bodhi Pudu Sutra" on his body, and used the method of the "Multi-Heart Sutra" to condense his own relics.

It was just a few breaths, and Bojian, who had been preparing for several years, cultivated the relics in one fell swoop.

The relics are crystal clear, but they are entangled in black and white, which is completely different from the orthodox relics of Buddhism, that is, at the moment when Bo Jian cultivated the relics, the power on his body was sensed, and several black-clothed monks were killed in a hurry.

"I've put up with you for a long time, destroy the Buddha Eight Styles, kill." Bo Jian opened his eyes sharply and took the initiative.