When Qin Di woke up and opened his eyes, he found himself tied to a pillar and surrounded by a circle of demons and ghosts.
These demons, ghosts, and ghosts were collectively known as "Fiendish Cultivators". Some of them were born in the human race, but because of the injustice they felt, they accumulated a large amount of resentment and turned to cultivating the Fiendish Dao. There were also mountain spirits and wood monsters who relied on swallowing the essence of the moon to cultivate. As a result, their bodies accumulated Yin-attributed spiritual Qi, which was different from the Senshu cultivators who cultivated pure Yang Qi.
In the forest, there were a few bonfires. The flames flickered, and many people surrounded the tied up Qin Di, twisting their bodies and dancing! From time to time, they would look back and show joyful expressions.
"Haha, I'm going to eat Bodhisattva meat! This is a great opportunity! "
"Eating Bodhisattva meat will not only increase my cultivation, but it will also reduce the number of Heavenly Tribulations!"
"I don't care if my cultivation improves quickly or slowly. I only want to reduce the number of Heavenly Tribulations I have to suffer. The Heavens are so unfair. Why do Buddhist cultivators only have eight Heavenly Tribulations, but we Fiendish Cultivators have eighty-one tribulations? "
"That's why, hehe, little Bodhisattva, we have no choice but to eat your meat. Don't resent us. If you want to blame someone, blame the Heavens!"
Then, a beautiful female ghost sang, "My love is in the high mountains, my love is in the blazing fire, the stars in the sky are my lover's heart, I want to pursue …"
The dancing demons listened to the song and danced even more crazily!
Qin Di looked at his body and realized that his limbs were tied up with ropes. He was using a Yin-attributed Dharma artifact, commonly known as a "Fiendish Artifact", and its level was not low.
He tried to shrink his body, and the ropes followed suit. He tried to enlarge his body, and the ropes followed suit.
With a thought, he released a thread of Buddha Fire from his back.
After three thousand years of hard work, this Buddha Fire had absorbed a large amount of black fog and evolved into a seventh-stage immortal fire. Moreover, it was completely refined by him, and the monk's divine sense that was left in the Buddha Fire had been erased. It had completely become his own fire.
Moreover, from then on, the Buddha's Fire had completed a qualitative change. There was no longer a need to absorb the black fog. No matter where one went, as long as one had a Buddha's heart to help the world and save people, the Buddha's Fire would continue to burn. Every time one saved, the Buddha's Fire would grow. By constantly doing good deeds, one would be able to become a Buddha sooner or later.
He controlled this trace of Buddha Fire to burn the rope tied to his hand. Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could sense with his Divine Sense that the rope was being burned and was slowly melting. It seemed that it wouldn't be long before it would be burned apart.
But at this time, a tall and big fiendish cultivator suddenly appeared in front of Qin Di, stretched out a big pale hand, and with a 'pa' sound, slapped on his shoulder, and in a short while, restrained all the power in his body!
He had already surpassed Zu Xian and was equivalent to the fifth-stage of Jin Xian. At this moment, all the demons around stopped dancing and knelt on the ground, calling him "King". At this moment, all the demons around stopped dancing and knelt on the ground, calling him "King".
Qin Di thought for a while and guessed that this should be the Witch of the Black Mountain!
He had heard from his Senior Sister Liang Yunqing that the Witch of Black Mountain might be a fifth-stage Fairy Immortal, but he did not expect that she was so wrong. The Witch of Black Mountain was clearly a fifth-stage Jin Xian!
"I don't know if I heard it wrong at that time, or my Senior Sister heard it wrong from Master. Maybe in Master's memory, the Witch of Black Mountain was still a fifth-stage Fairy Immortal, but I don't know when it happened. Time passed so fast, and the Witch of Black Mountain had already become a Jin Xian. "
The Witch of Black Mountain's eyes were black and bright, like a whirlpool. He looked at Qin Di and asked, "Little monk, you are going to be eaten. Aren't you afraid?"
Qin Di smiled and said in a low voice, "Martial Uncle, why do you want to eat me? I am a cultivator of the Yin Ghost Sect. How can you eat me? "
The Witch of Black Mountain was stunned and said, "Hey, little monk, are you scared out of your mind?"
Qin Di slowly recited, "There are two pine trees in front of the courtyard. When the wind blows, one of them breaks. In the morning, half of the courtyard is reduced, and in the night, half of the courtyard is destroyed!"
Hearing this, the Witch of Black Mountain immediately showed a surprised look. He waved his hand and drew an arc, isolating the surrounding space, and asked, "Little monk, how do you know this poem? Are you really a disciple of the Yin Ghost Sect? Who is your master? "
Qin Di replied, "Martial Uncle, I am the 67th true disciple of Yohime."
The Witch of Black Mountain's body shook and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, "How can you prove it? There is not a trace of Yin Qi in you. You are obviously a powerful Buddhist cultivator. How can you be a disciple of the Yin Ghost Sect? I haven't seen Senior Sister Yohime for 13 million years. Are you really her disciple? "
Qin Di's body shook, and he ran the Yin and Yang Creation Divine Skill to change his Qi. Suddenly, his Qi became oppressive, and he became a complete Devil Cultivator. Then he took a breath, quickly restrained the Yin Qi, and became a solemn Bodhisattva again.
His doppelganger didn't have the front teeth of the four Immortals in it, so it was exactly the same as his real body. They were both cultivators of the five elements. Naturally, he could use the Yin and Yang Creation Divine Skill, so he could carry those Ghost Immortals and Ghost Kings with him.
Those Ghost Immortals and Ghost Kings were all in his cave. Previously, he only released a dozen of them to maintain order in the small temple. But before he went into closed-door training, he had ordered those Ghost Immortals and Ghost Kings to go in and out of the cave once every few hundred years to inspect the outside.
Seeing the rapid changes in Qin Di's body, the Witch of the Black Mountain was surprised. His expression became gentle, and he asked, "Since you are the personal disciple of Senior Sister Yohime, how did you become a Buddhist cultivator? Could it be that Senior Sister is interested in Buddhism, so she sent you to the Buddhist Sect to steal their scriptures? "
With a smile on his face, Qin Di began to talk nonsense, "My master said that there is still a flaw in the Yin and Yang Creation Divine Skill, so he asked me to turn to the Buddhist cultivation method and use the Buddhist scriptures to further deduce this divine skill, in order to find a way to prove my Dao and become an Immortal Emperor."
Hearing this, the Witch of the Black Mountain was even more shocked, and he asked, "Senior Sister, you have advanced to the Sengoku? What level of Sengoku are you? "
Qin Di said, "My cultivation is shallow, so my master didn't mention it. I can't tell either. "
The Witch of the Black Mountain pondered and said, "In order to catch you, I not only lost two generals, but also made these children happy for nothing. What do you want me to do?"
Qin Di said with a smile, "Uncle-Master, you are the Demon King here. You can do whatever you want. Isn't it just a matter of a word from you?"
The Witch of the Black Mountain asked, "Tell me again, where does Senior Sister live now?"
Qin Di said, "Master is at the Ziwei Enclosure."
"Where did you see her?"
"The Goddess Peak of Mount Wu."
The Witch of the Black Mountain nodded, "The Yin and Yang Creation Divine Skill is her proudest martial art, so she won't pass it on to others. Since you have the true inheritance, it means that you are her favorite disciple. I believe it."
Having said that, he waved his hand and took back the rope, and said, "Come with me, let's go to the main peak of the Black Mountain."
Qin Di rubbed his hands and asked, "Uncle-Master, were you familiar with my master before?
The coldness on the face of the Witch of the Black Mountain became fainter and softer, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around and walked forward.
Qin Di followed closely behind. From this mountain peak where demons danced, he climbed higher and higher. Smoke filled the air, and the surroundings were dark and silent. There was no sound at all. There was neither the chirping of birds nor the whispering of small demons.
"Uncle-Master, there seems to be no one here. Why do you live here alone? You don't even have a servant to serve you? You are so powerful, but your life is too hard. "
As the Witch of the Black Mountain walked, he snorted and said, "Do you think that we, the Devil Cultivators, only know how to enjoy life? The days of being surrounded by maids and servants are the extravagant hope of mortals. No matter what kind of cultivators, once they embark on the road of cultivation, it will be a lonely road. If you pursue pleasure, the days of pleasure are bound to be short. If you pursue loneliness, the days of loneliness will be longer. "
Hearing this, Qin Di became alert, "Uncle-Master, you are right. From your words, you sound like a Buddhist cultivator. How did you become a Devil Cultivator? "
The Witch of the Black Mountain suddenly sighed and said, "Back then, I was also born in the Human Clan and lived in the Big Black Mountain on the north side of Jiayu Gate. Not far from the south, there was a Wenshu Mountain, and there was a monk from the Western Region on the mountain. At that time, I was still a young hunter. Once, when I went hunting, I saved a girl from the claws of a tiger … "
Speaking of this, the Witch of the Black Mountain's face turned pale and green, and he said, "I fell in love with the girl at first sight, but I never thought that the monk would get in the way. He said that I must be a monster of the Devil Sect and was destined to become a devil in the future, so he forcibly separated us! Later, the girl was too worried and couldn't eat or drink. A few months later, she unfortunately passed away. I was blamed by the girl's family, and coupled with the grief in my heart, I had no interest in living, so I jumped down the Big Black Mountain. "
"Although my body was broken, my resentment condensed together. My soul swayed and merged with the Yin Fog of the Big Black Mountain. I couldn't sleep, so I embarked on the road of Devil Cultivator and became a disciple of the Dirty Ghost Sect of the Yin Ghost Sect."
"One year, I felt that I had achieved success in my cultivation, so I went to find the monk for revenge. Who knew that the monk's magic power was so strong that not only did I fail to take revenge, but I was trapped in an alms bowl by him! Fortunately, Senior Sister Yohime passed by and heard my cry, so she said a few words to the monk and let me out. "
"That's why I owe my life to Senior Sister Yaoji. Even though she's from the Ghost Lover Sect and I'm from the Filthy Ghost Sect, and we weren't very close at first, I've treated her like my own sister ever since … Unfortunately, her cultivation method emphasizes seeking Yang within Yin, so she went further and further away. Finally, she went to the Immortal World, but I refused to leave Black Mountain, so I haven't seen her for many years …"
Qin Di felt strange, "Martial Uncle, why did you stay in the Big Black Mountain?"
The Witch of the Black Mountain said, "Everyone has their own fetters. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said that if the hell is not empty, I will not become a Buddha. I said that as long as the Black Mountain does not fall, I will never leave! Because my home is here … Alas … Don't ask about love, don't ask about love. Don't look for the past, only those who have loved will know the truth … "
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