I can't be a demon.

Chapter 245: The Strange Secrets in the Scripture

"The so-called true scriptures feel more like the manifestation of the rules of the great way."

Shen Lian noticed that boiling sticky plasma oozed out of the surface of the dragon fish robe. The spirit struggled madly, while at the same time eager to swallow the true scripture.

Click click click.

The dragon fish robe transformed into a small evil dragon, and then revealed the characteristics of an insect.

White lines appeared on the back, as if the dragon fish robe was about to shed its shell and be reborn.

Shen Lian was not affected and continued to depict the scriptures in great detail until the four words "Anuttara-samyak-sambodhisattva" were printed in the center of the dragon fish robe.

The precious light leaked out, and the dragon fish robe emerged from the old body.

The surface of the dragon fish robe still maintained the appearance of a white-boned evil dragon, but it had grown a pair of insect wings, and some complicated Sanskrit characters were faintly visible.

The magic weapon was promoted to the middle level.

Shen Lian's face was uncertain, and his mind controlled the dragon fish robe to quietly blend into his skin and flesh. Suddenly, a layer of fine golden scales covered his entire body.

"The True Scripture has its pros and cons. The Dragon Fish Robe has completely become a treasure of Buddhism. From now on, we can only continue to advance by refining the True Scripture."

"hehe."

"Fortunately, I should have plenty of opportunities to come into contact with the true scriptures."

Shen Lian secretly activated the Dragon Fish Robe, and immediately a large number of signs of decay appeared on the surface of the scales.

His body, soul and aura became stable.

"After the Dragon Fish Robe was consecrated, it has inherited the [Nirvana] of the Unborn Dharma Endurance. I can communicate with the magic weapon to transfer the injuries of my body and soul."

Of course, the Dragon Fish Robe is only a mid-level magic weapon after all. It can only withstand limited injuries, and it takes a certain amount of time to repair each time.

Shen Lian did not need to circulate his strength, as the Immortal Profound Art had already begun to suppress his resentment. Combined with his wisdom eye ability that could constantly identify failures, he would be able to fully recover within two or three days.

"pity."

A cold voice came from behind, and Shen Lian stood there in a daze as if facing a great enemy.

"The method is simple, and you use it skillfully, but it is still a bit forced. Otherwise, the magic weapon has a chance to achieve superior results."

Shen Lian quickly drove the ghost gourd away a hundred meters and looked up.

But there was a dried-up monk with withered skin and flesh but a Buddha-like face standing in mid-air, with bits of sand and gravel floating on his blood-red robes.

It’s Sha Seng!!!

Shen Lian held the bone blade. Although he did not sense any ill will in Sha Seng, he was still unsure as it was his first time facing a ten-thousand-year-old demon.

The dried Buddha said "Amitabha" and lowered his head and asked, "What should I call you?"

"Why is the stupid bird so quiet? Shouldn't we ask it to help keep an eye on it?!"

Shen Lian looked at the starling with resentment. The latter looked as if it had nothing to do with the matter and stopped on the top of the eaves, shaking his head.

"Shen Lian."

"Can I call you Junior Brother?"

Shen Lian's eyelids twitched wildly, and his pupils were only the size of his open eyes.

Could it be that the Sha Seng in front of him thought of himself as...Tang Seng?
Shen Lian had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Sha Wujing's few short sentences contained a vast amount of information. It turned out that the Journey to the West did not end just as it began.

It is very likely that, as I guessed, the route to obtain the scriptures was reversed.

The four masters and apprentices started from the West Heaven and headed all the way to the capital. In the end, Sha Wujing sank into the Quicksand River, Zhu Bajie retired to Gao Laozhuang, and Sun Wukong chose to live a carefree life in Huaguo Mountain...

wrong.

If it were reversed, would Sun Wukong be pressed under the Five Finger Mountain, merge with the rocks, and turn into a piece of stone again?
"My Buddhist name is Sha Wujing, and I have followed Jin Chanzi to learn Buddhism for many years."

"Don't think too much. You are not Jin Chanzi, nor are you Jin Chanzi's reincarnation. It's just because you have a connection with Jin Chanzi that we can call each other brothers."

"Sha...Senior Brother Sha."

"kindness."

Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief. So far, the Blood Spirit Child had not caused any trouble, and the several peerless demons who were related to him were all... good?
Sha Wujing nodded and pointed to the mountains in the center.

"Junior brother, why don't you read the true scripture with me?"

"Row."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, the mountains underwent drastic changes.

The rest of the mountains scattered into rolling yellow sand, swarming towards the center, and every blade of grass and tree made up of the ghost realm became more and more real.

The ruined temple was transformed into more than a dozen palaces, and countless monks could be seen moving around in them.

Sha Wujing explained: "Jinshan Temple was an important Buddhist site in the mortal world thousands of years ago. Now it has become a part of the [Little Leiyin Temple]."

Shen Lian noticed that the monk Fa Ming, who had consumed tens of thousands of demons to recreate himself, had entered the back hall.

"Little Leiyin Temple?"

"In fact, I don't need to say more. There are relevant records in the court. The Little Leiyin Temple will accept Buddhist temples in the world. So once Buddhism flourishes, the Little Leiyin Temple will come into being."

"follow me."

Sha Wujing walked step by step towards the temple where Monk Fa Ming was.

Shen Lian followed behind cautiously.

He had seen the dried corpse of Buddha several times, and Sha Wujing gave him the impression that his mind was confused. Now that his thoughts were clear, it seemed unreal.

Sha Wujing pushed open the door and saw an extremely dark hall.

There was no trace of the demon on Monk Fa Ming anymore. He sat at his desk, scratching his head and thinking. In front of him was only an oil lamp and a thick stack of paper that looked like human skin.

Shen Lian immediately recognized that the paper came from those demonic students of Qinglin Academy.

"Fa Ming, you remember it, right?"

"I remember, I remember." Monk Fa Ming came back to his senses and muttered to himself frantically, "I remember. That day, I secretly read the scripture while he was away. What was the first sentence?"

"Correct!"

"At that time, the holy Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva-Mahasattva, who was too lazy to tie his robe and go out, immediately stepped forward with a single whip, and I, the Tathagata of Moonlight..."

As the words were engraved on the paper, one could see each stroke produce an inexplicable reaction, but it was nowhere near as strange as the Unborn Dharma.

Shen Lian frowned tightly, feeling that the contents of the scriptures were extremely awkward.

Part of it is Buddhist scriptures, but part of it is... martial arts?
He couldn't help but ask indirectly, "Brother, why is the true scripture that Abbot Faming knows so strange, as if it was pieced together?" "After all, it is ordinary." Sha Wujing said in a deep voice, "And the people who witnessed the true scripture in person were all ordinary people without exception. The true scripture copied by later generations is bound to be confused."

Shen Lian hesitated to speak.

No matter how confusing it is, it should not be confused with martial arts.

Why is there an illusion that the true scriptures have been polluted by martial arts?
Shen Lian also couldn't understand Sha Wujing's purpose in Lion Camel Ridge. Sending a batch of scriptures to the depths of the cave every forty years seemed to only attract the various cave forces to compete for the opportunity to obtain the scriptures.

"True Scripture!!!"

Monk Fa Ming grimaced, his body and soul showing signs of collapse.

Even Sha Wujing's flesh and blood began to dissolve, but he didn't care. He said in a daze, "Only those who have seen the true scripture with their own eyes can copy it. I have seen it more than ten times, but I can't even copy a single stroke."

The two stopped talking. Shen Lian watched monk Fa Ming copying the scriptures in great detail, secretly distinguishing the martial arts contained therein in his mind.

As Monk Fa Ming wrote, his teeth fell out one after another and he was in excruciating pain.

When the Sutra was about to end, he suddenly had a flash of enlightenment and burst into tears, "Xuanzang, oh Xuanzang, you really made me suffer. How could you let me have the chance to see the Sutra?"

"The great masters of the future will certainly learn the contents of the true scriptures from me. If they do so, they will certainly mislead sentient beings."

“You’ve caused me so much trouble!!!”

Monk Fa Ming seemed to be speaking his last words from a thousand years ago. He seemed to have anticipated that the true scriptures would bring disaster to the world, and he could not help but feel deeply distressed.

After only a few strokes, he instantly turned into a pool of yellow sand.

"Junior brother, would you like to go through it carefully?"

Sha Wujing put away the paper. It was obvious that the scriptures on it had not yet taken shape. It would most likely require future refining. He wondered what secrets Lion Camel Ridge had that would take hundreds of years of painstaking effort.

"No need, Junior Brother is a naturally stupid person and does not understand Buddhism."

"Maybe." Sha Wujing did not comment.

The powerful force in Shen Lian's dantian surged, and the combined handwriting wrote out the martial arts in the true scriptures, which should be an ordinary inferior boxing method.

It’s strange, how could the true scriptures be mixed into martial arts?

Moreover, although the martial arts had formed a system thousands of years ago, there was no standing practice for cultivating qi and blood, and it was more of a Taoist inner alchemy technique.

Shen Lian tried to use his wisdom eye ability, and a prompt appeared on the profession panel.

【Ancestor Fist (Incomplete)】

[Created by ****, there are 17 moves in total. Learning them can strengthen your body, relax your muscles and activate your joints. It is an excellent martial art that lays the foundation for martial arts. ]

"What a mess! Since the name cannot be revealed, it means that this person's origin is beyond the scope of the fifth-level wisdom eye, but the martial arts he created are too basic."

Shen Lian was confused and hesitantly asked, "Brother, where did the true scripture come from?"

"Of course it is the Lingshan Mountain in the West Heaven, but I'm afraid that only Tathagata Buddha and Jin Chanzi have read the contents of the true scriptures from beginning to end."

"Can……"

Sha Wujing put the scriptures close to his body and said, "Don't ask about the journey again, or you will die."

"Brother, I have a piece of advice for you. Watch carefully, listen carefully, and think carefully."

"Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching."

"Ah~~"

Shen Lian didn't ask any more questions, but then he heard the loud cry of a starling. He looked and found that the silly bird was flying hurriedly towards the Liusha River.

"kindness?"

"The time... is almost up." Sha Wujing said with a smile.

"what?"

Shen Lian felt something was wrong and quickly left the palace.

Then, everything around him turned into sand and disappeared. Sha Wujing was obscured by the dust and his reflection was vaguely distorted.

Click click click.

The crisp sound of bones colliding was heard.

Nine heads grew out of Sha Wujing's neck, and nine pairs of arms were distributed around his body. Endless and brilliant Buddha light mixed in the sand.

"Damn mynah bird, it runs so fast!"

"Junior brother."

"Don't say bad things. Just hide for a while."

Sha Wujing uttered word by word through his teeth, crawling over like a spider.

Whoosh.

Shen Lian summoned the ghost gourd and escaped. Sha Wujing shook his head and said "too late", then stretched out a skinny arm.

The palm hit Shen Lian's back with neither light nor heavy force.

Shen Lian flew backwards and was soon swallowed up by the Quicksand River.

The ghost realm did not harm his body and soul, but he could hear Sha Wujing's crazy roar in his ears, and the noise he made was already beyond the realm of a ten-thousand-year-old demon.

"Disciple is unwilling!"

"If it had happened a hundred years earlier, Master would never have disappeared!!!"

Shen Lian remained calm and made several preparations.

Unexpectedly, before the day was even over, the movement came to an abrupt stop.

Rumble.

The quicksand river parted.

Sha Wujing regained his appearance as a living Buddha wearing a red robe, but the madness on his face still remained.

"Made Junior Brother laugh."

"If you have some free time, why not help me deliver the scriptures."

"I'll take you to see ..."

"Big brother."

(End of this chapter)