Vol 3 Chapter 4116: Root of the Three Corpses

Shen Lang's heart was shocked, and he never expected that the Lord of the Black Region in the temple could actually perceive the reincarnation palace in his body! Even know the seal of Samsara Temple.
This is one of his biggest secrets. If the other party is really the King of Ksitigarbha disguised as Ksitigarbha, then he knows too much news, right?
Shen Lang's complexion was uncertain. Although there were many worries in his heart, he had already reached this point, and he had no reason to stop there.
"Huh, it's really interesting. I would like to see how sacred your lord, the lord of the black domain, is?"
Shen Lang snorted coldly, the surface of the soul body suddenly condensed the Mithril Saint Cloth, stepped forward and pushed open the door of the temple shrouded by the Buddha light, and entered the hall.
The hall of the Hades Palace was empty, except for the strange blood pool in the center.
Shen Lang walked slowly into the palace of Hades, and was shocked by the scene in front of him, his eyes locked on the head of the young monk in the center of the blood pool.
"Hahaha, the Chosen One, I don't know how many years I have waited, but you have finally come to me!"
The head of the monk in the blood pool showed great joy, his pupils glowed with dark purple light, and he looked at Shen Lang repeatedly.
As soon as the voice fell, the gate of the main hall of the Hades Palace closed automatically with a muffled sound. A trace of purple Buddhist text appeared on the surface of the palace gate, which seemed to be a powerful seal, completely sealing the Hades Palace to death.
Shen Lang's heart shuddered and his face became a little ugly.
The other party could not wait to close the door of the palace and put a seal on it, I'm afraid it didn't have any good intentions.
There was a "grumbling" sound from the blood pool, and the monk's head gradually flew out of the blood pool, hanging in the air.
"Huhuhu!"
A large amount of blood rolled like a tornado to the broken head of the suspended head, and a young body that was pure and white as jade was condensed between the electric light and flint, and the skin exuded a strange blood.
The blood in the blood pool was completely absorbed by the young monk, and there was a bottomless dark vortex under the pool.
The monk walked out of the dried blood pool, and a black robe suddenly appeared on the surface of his body, and a dazzling purple halo rose behind him, deep and ethereal, and a sense of solemnity and dignity was transmitted through the evil.
"Are you...really Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
Looking at the young monk whose head absorbed the blood in the blood pool, Shen Lang showed an unbelievable expression.
Regardless of appearance or aura, the young monk in front of him is exactly the same as the Ksitigarbha. If this is a disguise, it is too similar.
The Asura sacred pupil at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows did not find the slightest clue or flaw.
"This deity is naturally the Ksitigarbha, but it is not the Ksitigarbha you know." The young monk smiled faintly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile.
"What does it mean?"
Shen Lang frowned and asked.
"Heavenly Chosen, you don't have to worry about what you mean, and let the deity use the'Dizang Spirit Pupil' to see what is special about your body."
As soon as the voice fell, the young monk's neck turned 180 degrees, and the back of his head suddenly left a gap, and there was a glow in the gap. It was actually a blood-colored eye hidden at the base of the back of the head. terror!
I saw that blood-colored eye was aimed at Shen Lang, releasing an extremely strange blood, shining on Shen Lang's body.
Shen Lang subconsciously wanted to counterattack, but found that the blood light was not destroying supernatural powers. It seemed that he was peering into his own body, and he didn't take any action immediately. "Let’s take a look. I’ll take a look... The demon spirit of the wild angry beast, the magic seed of the ancient demon ancestor, the immortal treasure spear of the Sealed spirit level, the ancient mirror of the Profound-Tongxuan level, the reincarnation palace...Huh? There are other heavenly realms. The treasure! Tsk tsk, you deserve to be the chosen one,
Fate and luck are far beyond ordinary people. "
The blood-colored eyes on the back of the monk's head peeked Shen Lang over and over, and he couldn't help being surprised again and again.
Shen Lang was horrified. The words of this person just now basically explained all the secrets in his body.
Even if the opponent's pupil technique can glimpse the monster seed and some immortal treasures, even the Baolian Lantern can be found! With such a magical method alone, Shen Lang can basically conclude that this person's strength is extraordinary!
Not long after, the monk's head turned around again, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "It's not bad, it's even more amazing than the deity imagined, and it's not worth my wait here."
Shen Lang always felt that the other party had a plan, and his expression was extremely gloomy. He tentatively asked: "Dare to ask what your identity is and what is your purpose?"
The monk smiled indifferently and said straightforwardly: "Heavenly Chosen, the deity pity you for your hardship in cultivation, but can answer your question. To be precise, the deity is the evil thought in the "Root of the Three Corpses" of the Ksitigarbha."
"what?"
Shen Lang was taken aback by this.
There is a saying in ancient books that "slashing the three corpses to prove the avenue of heaven and earth", and Shen Lang has also seen a few words about "slashing the three corpses" in the book.
The so-called three corpses is the root of the three corpses, which represents the root of various thoughts in the monk's heart. This root is often only noticeable when the monk has cultivated to the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.
The three corpses are their own good thoughts, evil thoughts, and obsessions.
Legend has it that before the Conferred God Era, if a true immortal wanted to reach the realm of Daozu Tianzun, he had to cut off his three corpses, eliminate all the roots that would affect his thoughts, and trace the true self to achieve the unity of nature and man. territory.
Maybe there are some other ways to avoid the step of cutting the three corpses, but such examples are too rare.
Generally speaking, Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian can only be promoted to Dao Ancestor Tianzun only by cutting off his own three corpse roots.
But the removal of the three corpses does not mean that the monks have no good, evil and obsessions. It just cuts off the roots of the three that will affect their own thoughts, thereby maintaining the absolute self, achieving a pure body, and being closer to the way of heaven.
As for whether it is good or evil, it is only determined by the self.
Although he guessed that the other party's purpose was not good, Shen Lang couldn't help but ask: "The true Ksitigarbha has already achieved the position of Daozu Tianzun, so how can you leave your "evil corpse"?"
"Tao Ancestor Tianzun? Haha, even the roots of the three corpses have not been cut. His Dao Ancestor Tianzun's level is only a third-rate."
The monk commented indifferently, and the tone was full of sarcasm.
"Not cut clean?"
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and was quite curious about this sentence.
The monk sneered and said: "If he really cut off the three corpses, how could he seal the deity and imprison it in this ghost place, and also named it Samsara Sky Prison." 　　 "He imprisoned me, in fact, is imprisoning himself. The world. It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is as bright as ever, great good and virtuous, but I don't know that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has never dared to face the evil thoughts in his heart, and he fears that his deity will replace it. He is just a weak and incompetent hypocrite!"