Chapter 243: Bait

Wu Pifu only breathed a sigh of relief at dawn.

All night long, although he could use the Tiger Demon Art's roar to disperse the weirdness, it would only last for 30 minutes before new weirdness would surge.

These weird things were not a big threat to him, and even if he didn't want to, even hallucinations like thick fog and sounds couldn't appear.

But for the two girls, this was a fatal threat.

According to Wu Pifu's observation and summary, this weirdness had the following characteristics.

It didn't have a physical body, or even if it did, it didn't dare to appear in front of him.

It would spread a supernatural cold breath. This coldness didn't exist at the material level, but at the spiritual level. It could be dispersed with martial arts will, Sleeping Spiritual Light, or even the Tiger Demon Art's roar, but there were too many of them, and they would gather again soon after being dispersed.

With the erosion of this cold breath, once away from the firelight for about three steps, less than 1.5 meters, the vision would immediately be covered by thick fog. People would have no sense of direction in it, and they wouldn't be able to perceive anything even if they were close at hand.

At the same time, long-term erosion of the cold breath would bring a supernatural sense of fear. This sense of fear accumulated over time. As long as one was in this state for a long time, no matter how tough one's mind was, one would be defeated by this fear, even if this fear had no substantial pointing object.

At the same time, with the accumulation of fear, auditory and visual hallucinations would begin to appear... perhaps they were not real hallucinations. For example, when Daphne screamed and pulled something when a hallucination struck, when Wu Pifu dispersed the cold breath, she actually had a string of white hair in her hand?

This white hair came out of thin air and was full of coldness in her hand, and Wu Pifu couldn't touch it. Once touched, it would immediately burn the white hair to ashes. Just like he was not affected by the cold breath, not affected by fear and thick fog, he was directly immune to these effects.

Based on these intelligence reports, this weirdness was actually very terrible, especially for those who couldn't be immune to fear. As long as they were in this environment, unless they kept dispersing the cold breath, they would eventually be completely defeated by this fear.

Wu Pifu naturally couldn't watch the two girls be defeated by this fear, because fear to the extreme would really cause irreversible damage to the body and mind. And in this fear, the two girls couldn't sleep, and they would be tortured by hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

So all night, Wu Pifu had to emit martial arts will every ten minutes. After all, the roar and Sleeping Spiritual Light were too conspicuous, so the silent martial arts will was the simplest.

However, this also made him tired all night, until the first ray of sunlight came out the next day, all the cold breath disappeared, just like everything before was an illusion.

Wu Pifu stood up from the burnt-out fire pile in high spirits, while the two girls were sleepy.

Actually, just staying up late once was fine. Not to mention Wu Pifu, his current physical fitness was directly that of a humanoid tyrannosaurus, or even a simplified version of Superman. Not to mention staying up late for one day, even if he didn't sleep for ten days and nights, he would still be in high spirits. And the two girls were actually not ordinary people. Their demon blood sources had partially recovered, and in terms of physical fitness and spiritual quality, they exceeded ordinary humans. Staying up late for at least two days was no problem.

But their spirits were damaged. Now being able to have consciousness was already the result of Wu Pifu's care all night. And what they needed most now was to sleep, have a good sleep all day, and then eat a big meal. They should be fine, right?

Wu Pifu didn't care what dangers were in the city anymore. After all, in his feeling, it was just danger, not a desperate situation. He didn't enter the city before just to observe more information, not because of fear, so he wouldn't care about these now.

If there was really an ambush, really some danger, then it was just a battle. With 80 Super-Brain usage times, his confidence was bursting now!

He was just missing a target ten times his size to beat up...

"Let's go, let's enter the city."

At the same time, in the palace in the city, the eight people who visited before had left. Although they were still in the city, they had left the palace. And in the giant palace in the center of the city, on the offering table, the eight-meter-high golden Luo Han seemed to be thinking about something.

This was a very strange golden Luo Han statue. Its head was not a human head, but the head of a giant three-eyed tiger. Its image was terrifying. The tiger's mouth was biting a human skull, and the lotus flower under its golden body was white bone lotus.

At this time, this tiger-headed Luo Han statue suddenly smiled... the smile on the tiger's face.

"It seems that your whereabouts are not absolutely secret. Look, the pursuers from your world have arrived."

This group of people totaled eight. Except for the skinny old man at the head, the other seven had anger on their faces. They looked at the Luo Han statue fiercely, and one of them said: "What pursuers!? We are official personnel of the Singularity Company, where do pursuers come from!?"

The tiger-headed Luo Han laughed and laughed. It spat out the skull in its mouth, reached out, and scooped up a human upper body and stuffed it into its mouth to chew. Blood and internal organs splashed everywhere. It said: "Why put on airs now? If you weren't chased here, I wouldn't believe you would come to see me at this time... Lost the Bodhisattva fruit position, lost the golden body of enlightenment, and most importantly, you are Buddha Realm, and I am Vacuum Hometown. You don't know what it means to come to see me at this time, right?"

"Gatling Bodhisattva."

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"Escaped!?" A look of extreme horror appeared on the monk's calm face, and he looked as if he were about to stand up.

The Tiger-Headed Jin Shenluohan shook his head slightly again and said: "It is not a true escape, but rather they sacrificed the annihilation of most of their essence to invest a tiny bit of essence for a cross-realm projection. This is a reincarnation-level Nirvana with a greater cost than entering extinction—the kind where you either succeed or die trying. In fact, in their lineage, only Gatling Bodhisattva succeeded; Bazooka Bodhisattva suffered reincarnation annihilation, Barrett Venerable suffered reincarnation annihilation... basically the entire group was wiped out. But Gatling Bodhisattva was extremely lucky to have reincarnated into reality, and who knows how many kalpas he went through before he re-verified that tiny bit of essence."

The horror on the monk's face then gradually calmed down. After a long while, he asked: "The Dark Mandala Samvara Great Array?"

The Tiger-Headed Jin Shenluohan smiled and nodded: "It is indeed this forbidden method. The Buddha of their lineage, the Cyberpunk Buddha, only succeeded in this tiny bit of essence at the cost of his own extinction, so there is really no need to envy it."

The monk immediately understood what the Tiger-Headed Jin Shenluohan meant.

Gatling Bodhisattva had backing, and this backing was none other than the Cyberpunk Buddha. To be called an Ancestor is the same as being called a Venerable, the most special among Arhats; this is a title for a special existence that has completely surpassed its current rank but has not yet obtained the Great Correct Fruit Position of the next rank.

This was also why the monk was puzzled as to why the Tiger-Headed Jin Shenluohan did not devour that old mortal.

When the Buddha Rank Seven cultivation elevates to Luo Han, one needs the Great Correct Fruit Position to continue elevating to the next rank; otherwise, one can only remain at the original rank and continue to accumulate power.

!

According to the fragments of information the monk knew, in the early days of Mount Sumeru in the Buddha Realm, it was relatively easy to obtain the Great Correct Fruit Position, and even the Great Correct Fruit Position of a Buddha was not very difficult. At its peak, there were as many as ten thousand Buddhas, including one hundred and eight Buddha Ancestors.

But after some upheaval that he was not qualified to know about now, the Great Correct Fruit Position became very difficult to obtain, almost impossible. That is why many Bodhisattvas and Arhats were forced to be trapped at their ranks. For example, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva he heard his Master mention—it is said that in order to obtain the Great Correct Fruit Position, he even launched an expedition to the Death World, stripped away eighteen layers of the Death World, and then permanently suppressed himself within it, extracting the Great Correct Fruit Position. He vowed that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty, yet until now, he has still not become a Buddha.

And according to his Master, the strength of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva even exceeds that of most Buddha Ancestors; it is immeasurable, unknowable, and unquantifiable, and he has already headed toward the domain where the World-Honored One resides...

Just at this moment, human faces suddenly emerged from the monk's skin—men and women, old and young. Almost in the blink of an eye, the monk's physical body began to alienate, turning into a monster meat mass gathered from individual heads, and these heads were constantly expanding.

"... I told you, some information is not for you to know right now, not even to think about or speculate on. Your karmic obstacles have appeared, Fazheng."

The Tiger-Headed Jin Shenluohan reached out and slapped forward. After a burst of brilliant golden light, the monk fell to the ground, gasping violently. His body returned to normal, but he had turned into an old man with skin and bones.

"Go perform the sacrificial ritual, wrap your whole body in a thangka, and eliminate your karmic obstacles," the Tiger-Headed Jin Shenluohan said easily.

Although the monk was in a sorry state, his expression was very calm. He still slowly knelt down, pressed his palms together, and asked calmly: "I have already understood that Gatling Bodhisattva has backing, but after all, we are no longer a branch of the Buddha Realm, so..."

"So you are still very puzzled as to why I didn't devour him?"

The Tiger-Headed Jin Shenluohan laughed, then shook his head and said: "You really have a strong sense of curiosity. But perhaps it is precisely because your curiosity is too strong that you have a peculiar resistance to pollution. Even after pollution combines with the human heart and soul to become your own karmic obstacles, you can still resist a lot; otherwise, I wouldn't have taken you as my disciple. That's right, even if there is a Buddha Ancestor behind him, I have an Ancestor behind me, and I am not afraid of anything. But we owe karma to the Cyberpunk Buddha's lineage, so we must let this one go. What's more..."

"Such a tiny bit of Bodhisattva Great Correct Fruit Position is not enough to allow me to sublimate into a Bodhisattva. Rather than devouring him, it is better to cooperate with him, use him as bait, and devour the pursuers coming from 'Reality.' In this way, I will also have the certainty of reaching Reality!"

"That place is the source of everything for the Great Correct Fruit Position. Let alone a Bodhisattva, even the Great Correct Fruit Position of a Buddha, or even the Great Correct Fruit Position of a Buddha Ancestor, is within easy reach!"

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