Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 222 Shaping the Dharma Body

Ze Zhishan has ideas; she has inspiration. The reason she's stuck isn't laziness or a lack of ideas. It's that she truly has absolutely no ideas left.

Let's call it the power of will. This power that surged from her body during the conversion of believers had completely disappeared after it illuminated Sun Ruolan's spiritual light.

As it turns out, no matter how determined you are or how good your ideas are, you can't get started without funding.

"No, there must be a way." Ze Zhishan took off her boots, her fair feet emitting wisps of white smoke in the cold wind, acting as a cooling pad for her overheated brain.

She sat cross-legged on the firewood, saying, "If I talk so much big talk but can't deliver on any of it in the end, I'll be laughed at by everyone."

buzzing.

At this moment, Ze Zhishan felt as if flies were buzzing around in his mind.

"What is this sound?"

The sound of water flowing?

No, this is the flowing power of will.

Zezhishan discovered that the sound was coming from the soles of her feet, and that part of her soles still overlapped with the Bodhisattva statue.

call.

Taking a deep breath, Ze Zhishan's figure overlapped with the Bodhisattva statue once again.

At this moment, she could feel the desolation and loneliness of the craftsman who had been sealed away for who knows how long. And there was also Sun Ruolan, who had become his attendant.

"Willpower? Why does the second concubine possess willpower? Didn't she just become a Mo Tongzi? Where are her followers?"

Moreover, this amount is equivalent to the results of her hard work over several years.

Is this because she has always led believers in morning and evening worship as a 'saint'?

No, no one knew better than Ze Zhishan that the Holy Maiden was just a facade, and that the power of the vows must have flowed into her in no way. Sun Ruolan was highly intelligent; she achieved the enlightenment that an ordinary child could attain through years of arduous cultivation simply by reciting and worshipping day and night, thus qualifying to become the Ink Child. However, this could not explain the power of the vows within her.

Behind this immense willpower, aren't there countless mechanical beings that have been transformed?

Ze Zhishan used to think that becoming a mechanical being was a blessing, a bliss. Even if it wasn't, what did it matter to her what happened to ants? But now she realized that she was also an ant, a mere source of material. And so she felt a sense of shared sorrow for the fate of others.

"Sister Ruolan, did you recruit believers before? Did you help others convert? Not just one or two people, but many people, at least ten households, maybe fifty."

Sun Ruolan frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

Ze Zhishan sighed. Forget it, if she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it anymore. Even found money is money. She finally had start-up capital again.

Lin Fan hesitated, holding two Power Pills in his hand. He was confident he could take down the giant before him. But there were two such giants, and he didn't know how many other tricks up his sleeve at Moju Temple.

While he was hesitating, the giant slapped his two hands down on either side of him as if swatting flies.

This was the method the giant devised to deal with him, attempting to crush Lin Fan in one fell swoop without leaving any blind spots.

Unfortunately, this makes its movements more exaggerated and lacks the fluidity of its cross-arm attack, making it very easy to dodge.

Just as Lin Fan was about to dodge the attack with an invincible roll, a sudden change occurred. Several mechanical hands emerged from the ground and grabbed his calves.

Grass.

I forgot about that.

The mechanical man's hand could only hold Lin Fan for a moment, but that difference was a matter of life and death.

Shouldn't you be invincible when you roll?

Who said that there would be a revolving lantern before death? Lin Fan didn't see anything, but he saw the approaching palm slow down, and his own movements also slowed down, as if he could clearly see the moment he was smashed to pieces.

Perhaps it was Lin Fan's unwillingness to be killed that moved the gods, for the giant's hand slowed down at the last moment.

Lin Fan narrowly escaped between its two paws. His hand, gripping the saber, trembled uncontrollably.

"Senior Brother Lin, it seems I've made it in time."

Ze Zhishan's voice came from mid-air.

Lin Fan looked up but only saw a floating Bodhisattva statue that had started to grow hair.

The Bodhisattva's face also began to change; the nose became more prominent, and the face became thinner. The original round face became a delicate face with some baby fat, and even the dark circles under the eyes were completely restored.

Fingers and toes begin to become thin and long.

Moreover, as the stone chips fell, his body gradually stretched out.

The breasts and hips are slightly raised, outlining a beautiful curve.

This body is even more perfect than the original Ze Zhishan's; it can be described as a flawless young girl's physique. The only regret is that the gray stone lacks the luster of skin.

This is Ze Zhishan's work. She learned from Mingxing Jushi and used existing materials to create her own Dharma body.

Tick ​​tick tick.

Even if she does nothing, this body is frantically consuming her willpower.

“Once my willpower is exhausted, I will be trapped inside this stone forever, never to come out,” Ze Zhishan murmured.

She hadn't given up on killing Lin Fan, but she knew that priorities mattered, and that not killing Lin Fan now would increase the probability of killing Mingxing Jushi.

Ze Zhishan raised his ten slender fingers.

The mechanical threads formed by the power of will.

One giant immediately rebelled and pounced on the other giant.

Two opponents of similar size immediately began to wrestle. Several small windows opened on their bodies, from which wooden spikes and small mechanical hands shot out, attacking each other's weaknesses. However, their almost identical tactics had no decisive effect.

Ze Zhishan, high above, surveyed the scene below. Sure enough, without her prompting, Lin Fan had already moved, searching for Mingxing Jushi. Now that the giant was tied up, once he was dealt with, everything would be over.

Ze Zhishan's lips curled into a smile. Yes, that's it. My good senior brother went to kill my good master. And then I killed him. Everything went smoothly, even somewhat beyond Ze Zhishan's expectations.

"Where is your master?" Lin Fan asked, grabbing one of the children.

The child, with a machete held to his head, trembled uncontrollably. "Robbers! I won't tell you!"

"Kid, you've got a tough tongue. Let's see if your tongue or your neck is tougher." With that, Lin Fan raised the knife high, as if to chop it down on his neck.

The boy's crotch was already wet, emitting an unpleasant stench, but he still gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and clenched his little fists without uttering a word.

"I said, I know, please don't kill him!" At this moment, the little boy next to him couldn't hold back any longer and shouted to stop Lin Fan.

“We just saw it, it’s right there at the corner, three houses past here and then turn left.”

Lin Fan put down the knife and ran in the direction he pointed.

Lin Fan no longer needed to verify the truth of what he said. Upon hearing this, Ze Zhishan in the air quickly followed the direction he was told. Sure enough, he found Mingxing Jushi hiding in a corner, out of sight.