I can't be a demon.

Chapter 100 Zhu Bajie is dead!
Before leaving, Shen Lian conducted a routine inspection of Gao's martial arts school.

He not only took away the remains of several Jinwu Guards, but also the corpses of twenty or thirty pig ghosts, preparing to use them to breed elixir fruits.

There is no other way. The ghost-type elixir requires full concentration to digest the medicinal power, so I can only take one or two occasionally in my spare time.

Now with the help of the ghost gourd to brew medicinal wine, Shen Lian can have a sip anytime and anywhere, which greatly increases the consumption of elixir fruits.

If it weren't for the great harvest at Gao's Martial Arts School, he would have to find a way to cause trouble.

"Brother Tian, ​​let's go."

Shen Lian reminded him intentionally or unintentionally: "Stay in Gao's martial arts hall, be careful of the thousand-year-old demon behind you looking for trouble."

"hiss……"

Tian Xian looked around. The martial arts hall had already begun to be rebuilt, and the damage on the ground and walls was wriggling like the wounds of a living thing.

Coach Zhou is nowhere to be found and it can be seen that he is avoiding Shen Lian.

"pity."

Shen Lian said with a hint of regret: "The inner alchemy technique has already been perfected, and the Yin-Yang Qi Posture is not suitable for absorbing pig sand. Otherwise, I would have to communicate with Master Zhou no matter what."

The spiritual consciousness swept across the lower dantian.

There was no trace of emptiness in the Hunyuan Inner Elixir, and its volume was three times its original size. The strength developed from the Four-door Stance Practice revolved around the Inner Elixir.

[Realm: Yuandan (Nourish the Dan)]

The only thing that's odd is...

After the Changchun Inner Alchemy was integrated into the Yin and Yang Qi Posture, a piece of scale appeared on the surface of the Hunyuan Inner Alchemy, and the revealed patterns were extremely mysterious.

"At present, I can't see the disadvantages brought by the special nature of Yuandan. Alas, the synthesis of inner alchemy is inevitable. Otherwise, the efficiency of practicing the sixth level of Yuandan is too slow. It will take a long time to complete it."

Shen Lian and his companion walked out of Gao's martial arts gym and moved back and forth through Yongcui Street with ease.

As the welcoming ceremony of the True Lord approaches, the festive decorations become more colorful.

During the chat, Tian Xian's fear subsided a little. Perhaps Shen Lian's ability to devour resentment was just due to his special physique, and he himself was not a demon.

He still couldn't figure out Shen Lian's identity.

Warrior? Alchemist? Demon? They all seem similar, yet they are completely different.

Squeak.

The strange noise coming from a shop beside the street interrupted Tian Xian's thoughts. He turned around and saw that it was Coffin Shop No. 7.

There was pitch-black darkness through the crack in the door.

Shen Lian stopped and grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist with his right hand, while Tian Xian retreated repeatedly. After all, there were thousand-year-old monsters in the shops on Yongcui Street.

Even more than one.

"Little doll, ahem, is it the little doll from the Shen family pawn shop?"

To Tian Xian's surprise, the thousand-year-old demon in the coffin shop showed no malice, but only a fishy and foul wind blew in his face.

It was as if... as if the entrance to the coffin shop was the mouth of a demon.

"Please give your father a message for me."

"You say."

"Ask Shen Hansheng to prepare ten pieces of five-hundred-year-old dark wood. I will come to get them another day."

"That is, what should be put in the coffin? What should be put in it that will satisfy Master Gao? I have to think about it carefully, ahem…"

boom.

The coffin shop closed again.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. All the shopkeepers were making plans for the Gao family's wedding, but none of them would give a coffin as a gift.

"Brother Tian, ​​you've also seen that the demon in the store doesn't actually have any malicious intent."

"so……"

Tian Xian's pupils were dilated and he was a little confused about the situation for a moment.

The two of them had not walked a few steps when they arrived at the rice shop. Tian Xian saw an old woman with a big smile coming out and starting to talk with Shen Lian.

Shen Lian took out a ghost skin and gave it to Granny Liu.

"Hey, thanks to you and your son for taking care of me."

"Mother-in-law, I'm not feeling well, otherwise I wouldn't bother you. Ah Lian, here's a little gift, four or five kilograms of glutinous rice."

"Thank you, Granny Liu."

Shen Lian did not refuse. The experience gained from the sacrifice transformed from a thousand years of resentment was considerable, so the promotion of the giant glutton had to be put on the agenda.

The man and the ghost exchanged a few words.

Tian Xian was at a loss. If it were in an ordinary town, it would just be an ordinary daily routine among neighbors, but this was Gao Laozhuang.

How do ghosts control their appetite for living people?

To be precise, how did the ghost control its appetite for Shen Lian? You know, his flesh and blood is enough to fuel its cultivation for decades.

Tian Xian clearly noticed that there was still appetite in Granny Liu's eyes when she looked at him, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

A demon is a demon. If I were to go there, I'd probably have left no trace of it.

After a while.

Shen Lian left with a cloth bag full of glutinous rice and pointed across the street.

"The tailor shop is right there. There should be two thousand households in charge. But you'd better be careful. Ying Zhenjun will be here soon."

"Okay, we'll see you later..."

Tian Xian was just about to leave when he suddenly realized a crucial point.

Returning to the tailor shop at this delicate time, Captain Feng would definitely speculate on his connection with the Gao family martial arts incident. What if they thought he was the one who murdered Zhang Shen...

It is unrealistic for an immortal seed who has the hope of entering the cave to get away with it by cheating.

Captain Feng is a vengeful person. If he extracts Tian Xian's soul and searches for his memories, even if Tian Xian barely manages to save his life, he will have difficulty making any progress in the future.

dong dong dong.

There was a sound of something heavy being dragged at the end of Yongcui Street. It was the constables roaming around Gao Laozhuang.

While Tian Xian was hesitating, Shen Lian smiled and said, "If Brother Tian doesn't mind, you can come to the pawnshop to avoid disaster for a few hours." Tian Xian was tempted.

There have always been fifteen shops on Yongcui Street. I heard that a pawn shop appeared a few months ago. Could it be Shen Lian’s trick?
"Row."

Shen Lian opened the side door of the Ghost Pawnshop, and Tian Xian couldn't help swallowing.

"Let's go. Remember to restrain your consciousness and don't be surprised no matter what you see."

Shen Lian walked into the lobby in a dignified manner. After Tian Xian noticed the huge figure of the constable, he gritted his teeth and followed him into the store.

As soon as he entered the door, Tian Xian saw two waiters greeting him respectfully.

"Young master's family."

Tian Xian licked his dry lips. The two guys were hundred-year-old ghosts. They wanted to bang their heads on the ground when facing Shen Lian.

He then saw a familiar figure.

"Good, do a good job in the future."

After the cotton-wool ghost's transformation, its spiritual power was only five or six hundred years left. It was dressed in the clothes of a servant and bowed and nodded politely when it saw Shen Lian.

Tian Xian took a breath of cold air.

He went back and forth to Yongcui Street many times. If he was not mistaken, this ghost should have been a thousand-year-old demon in the tailor shop!

boom.

Shen Lian closed the door, completely cutting off Tian Xian's idea of ​​escape. The latter realized that the so-called pawnshop was far more dangerous than an ordinary store.

Before Tian Xian could calm down, Ghost Dad appeared in the aisle.

"Ah Lian."

"Old man, the owner of the coffin shop asked you to prepare ten pieces of five hundred year old dark wood."

"it is good."

When the ghost father noticed Tian Xian, the light in the room suddenly became dim and the resentment was obviously intensifying. Tian Xian was so scared that his face turned pale.

Shen Lian explained, "Old man, he is my senior brother Tian Xian from the same martial arts school. He has been taking care of me before, so he is staying at my house for a few days."

"it is good."

Ghost Dad nodded, looked at Tian Xian for a few breaths and said, "His Qi and blood don't look good. Is it because of a deficiency in his body?"

"puff."

Tian Xian vomited blood.

The moment Ghost Daddy finished speaking, he felt his blood and energy rapidly draining away, and his internal strength was unable to stop it in the slightest.

"No, he just...is a little uncomfortable with the environment of Yongcui Street."

After Shen Lian explained, Tian Xian's injuries did not worsen further.

Tian Xian was trembling with fear.

"I see. Ah Lian, take him to the room in the northwest corner of the second floor to rest. It's close to the window and has better ventilation."

Tian Xian couldn't help but feel regretful. He should have returned to the tailor shop earlier. Maybe he could have escaped the disaster by luck. But now he was afraid of being in trouble.

Shen Lian brought Tian Xian to the second floor, and the latter moved very lightly and did not dare to make any noise.

To his surprise, the room was decorated in ordinary style. He had thought it would be filled with unspeakable horrors and taboos.

"The wing room... is OK."

"As long as you are satisfied." Shen Lian patted Tian Xian's shoulder, "I believe that you can see the clues. I am not a demon. I just came to Gao Village by chance."

Tian Xian couldn't help but mutter in his heart, yes, you are not a monster, the monsters you encountered along the way in Yongcui Street are just your beloved friends and relatives.

"Once the Gao family's wedding is over, I can personally escort you out of Gao Village. Brother Tian, ​​how much do you know about the Gao family?"

Tian Xian asked cautiously, "Do you want to enter the cave residence?"

"What do you think is possible?"

Tian Xian hesitated for a few breaths before answering, "It is said that the marriages of Gao's family are different every time, but in general, it comes down to one word: food."

"The Jinwu Guards who attended the banquet generally became possessed afterwards, and the more serious the abnormality, the less likely they were to be favored by Miss Gao."

Tian Xian thought of Shen Lian's ability to control his movements at will, swallowed his saliva and added: "With your strength, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Welcome to the True Lord, do you know who the True Lord is referring to?"

"I don't know."

Tian Xian smiled bitterly and said, "I am only at the first level of Yuandan. I was responsible for assisting in the previous two trips to Gao Laozhuang. How could I have the opportunity to meet the Gao family to get married, let alone a True Lord."

"It's just...I heard a theory."

"What statement?"

"The True Lord is born every twenty years. The reason why Master Gao holds a wedding is mainly to choose a wife for the True Lord."

"The position of Immortal Disciple that the Jinwu Guards are fighting for is the husband of the other Miss Gao."

The corner of Shen Lian's mouth twitched. According to Gao Xiuyu's information, Miss Gao didn't behave like a human being at all.

【Gao Xiuyu】

[She was sixteen and three months old when she died. She was born with a serious physical abnormality, with a pig's head and a human body. She was the most human-like Miss Gao in the contemporary world.]

Shen Lian suppressed his distracting thoughts, always feeling that the True Lord mentioned by Tian Xian was not Zhu Bajie.

"By the way, since the so-called True Lords descend every twenty years, shouldn't there be groups of True Lords in Gao Village?"

“It’s not advent, it’s birth.”

Tian Xian explained with a strange expression: "My master died early, and I only heard him mention it occasionally. It seems that the True Lord is not a demon, so the True Lord's life span is limited."

In his memory, when his master mentioned Zhenjun, his face was full of reverence, but also mixed with disdain, as if he looked down on Gao Laozhuang's actions.

Shen Lian fell into a daze, with a huge amount of information surging in his mind.

The content of the original Journey to the West that I read in my previous life seemed to come to me as a flash of inspiration, and it had a subtle connection with the now collapsed world of Journey to the West.

He knew the truth about Gao Village.

"Zhu Bajie is dead."

(End of this chapter)