I can't be a demon.

Chapter 247: Big Brother, You're Making a Mistake
Shen Lian could tell at a glance that the temple was transformed from Sha Wujing's taboo.

Moreover, this was a taboo set by Sha Wujing when his nine bodies merged into one. Just witnessing the tremendous resentment emanating from the wall tiles was enough to make one tremble with fear.

Even if one discounts the ninety thousand years of cultivation, it is already beyond Shen Lian's imagination.

However, Shen Lian felt that compared to his residence, the temple was more like a cage, and he could vaguely sense that some demon seemed to be imprisoned inside.

"Who is the eldest brother?"

Shen Lian was filled with strong curiosity and didn't even notice that the Quicksand Body Tempering Technique had advanced to the fifth level. The vertical eye between his eyebrows was fixed on the doors and windows of the temple.

The demons in the temple have noticed Sha Wujing's approach.

dong dong dong.

The heavy object hit the wall frantically, and fine cracks continued to spread, but they healed even faster, and the demons had no way to escape.

"Amitabha."

Sha Wujing regained consciousness at some point, and his personality returned to his friendliest one.

"Junior brother, when you see the senior brother later, don't make a loud noise. The senior brother has been in seclusion in the temple for many years and is a little impatient."

"Big Brother, why is he... in seclusion at Lion Camel Ridge?"

"The obsession is too deep."

"My actions this time are also to help him become a Buddha. Junior brother, you came to the capital at the right time. If you were earlier or later, you would not be able to see Senior Brother."

Shen Lian had a bad feeling that the person in the temple was definitely not the Monkey King Sun Wukong.

Sha Wujing quickened his pace and said with a teachable look on his face: "Junior brother, you are truly gifted and your method is close to perfection. I will ask Senior Brother to teach you a few moves as well."

Boom, boom, boom.

The collisions became more and more rapid, and one could even sense the hatred in them.

Shen Lian remained silent, ignoring the pain because of the temple in front of him.

He couldn't help but feel uneasy. He was really afraid that Monkey King was imprisoned inside. He always felt that the Monkey King should not be a monster with confused intelligence.

"Junior brother, the senior brother is good at the art of escaping. He is known for his ability to travel 90,000 miles with one somersault. It just so happens that you can follow him and learn the art of escaping while you are on the road."

"Ninety thousand miles?"

Shen Lian was stunned. Wasn't Monkey King's somersault cloud 108,000 miles? 90,000 miles? Could it be that Monkey King's Taoism has declined over the past thousand years?

Sha Wujing stopped.

There was a giant three-legged incense burner placed outside the temple. Two figures were burning incense and praying. After seeing Sha Wujing, they walked over together.

The human figures were exactly the other two corpses, both of whom had practiced Taoism for ten thousand years.

The corpse turned into yellow sand and gathered together. Sha Wujing's cultivation had reached 50,000 years, which meant that he was awake half of the day.

The corner of Shen Lian's eye twitched. Why did he feel that the two corpses were specifically guarding the demons?

and many more.

Ninety thousand miles?
The banned ones wouldn't be...

Woo.

A gust of wind and sand blew by, interrupting Shen Lian's thoughts that were about to come out.

The door suddenly opened, and then a shrill cry was heard in the temple, as if a tangible evil spirit surged out and the air shattered.

"Corpse Monk!!!"

Rumble.

A human-shaped golden-winged Roc broke through the door, its eyes almost insane, a corner of its golden beak was missing, and its feathers were covered with scabies.

The resentment on his face was evident, and he tried desperately to rush out of the temple.

However, the wings were pierced by iron chains, firmly bound in place.

"Corpse monk, if that monkey hadn't damaged my foundation, how could I allow a little fairy like you to run wild? You are so brave that you dared to lock me up for nearly a thousand years!!!"

Shen Lian suddenly understood.

No wonder there are only traces of the yellow-fanged old elephant in Lion Camel Ridge. It seems that the golden-winged Roc and the green-haired lion monster have fallen into Sha Wujing's hands.

It seems that Monkey King had been to Lion Camel Ridge before, and it was he who severely injured the three demon kings.

Shen Lian was stunned, and suddenly realized Sha Wujing's plan. He was indescribably shocked. Third Brother, aren't you the honest one among the four people who went on the journey to the West? ! !

Why do I feel like you are not inferior in courage!!!

Sha Wujing obviously wanted to use the taboo to forcibly twist the golden-winged Roc.

After transforming himself into Tang Monk, he let the Golden-Winged Peng Eagle transform into Sun Wukong. Coincidentally, the Three Monsters of Lion Camel Ridge correspond to the three people who went on the journey to the West.

Third Brother, are you planning to create a low-profile demon version of the four-member Journey to the West group?

The golden-winged eagle had no idea of ​​its own fate, and continued to shout: "Even Tathagata has to respect me. You are just a reincarnation of a small general who has become an arhat. Sooner or later, I will tear out your tendons, peel off your skin and eat you!!!"

Sha Wujing did not react at all, and said calmly: "Big Brother, you, don't..."

"From now on, I will call you my eldest disciple. You will take the place of my eldest brother and accompany me to the Western Sacred Mountain."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The golden-winged Roc laughed so loudly that the starling couldn't help but laugh strangely.

"What are you laughing at, silly bird? It has nothing to do with you!"

Shen Lian was enjoying the show. When he heard the mynah bird's sudden laughter, he grabbed the latter's neck and couldn't help showing his dissatisfaction.

Myna stared at Shen Lian with disdain.

The man and the bird were clearly standing in the corner, but they stole the show and attracted the attention of the two demons.

The golden-winged Peng eagle glanced at the starling, its pupils shrank slightly, and just as it was about to speak, it was interrupted by Sha Wujing, "Guess why Tathagata didn't react?"

"What do you want to say, corpse monk?"

The golden-winged Peng eagle said disdainfully: "Is it the Lingshan Mountain that has been destroyed? Or is it the Tathagata who has disappeared? As long as the Lingshan Mountain in the West exists, you will not be able to bear the brunt of me!"

He shouted wildly to the sky, "You are fasting and eating vegetarian food, you are extremely poor and miserable, but I am eating human blood and drinking blood, enjoying endless pleasures. If you starve me, you will be guilty!!!"

Sha Wujing shook his head and sighed "Amitabha".

"You evil creature, you have eaten countless people, so it's a good opportunity for you to atone for your sins on the journey to obtain the scriptures." "Seek the scriptures! Seek the scriptures! Seek the scriptures!"

The golden-winged Peng eagle muttered a few words in anger, "Where can I get the true scriptures? Corpse monk, you really can't see the general situation clearly. If you hadn't gone to get the scriptures a thousand years ago, how could you have brought disaster upon yourself?"

"I don't believe it!!!"

Sha Wujing's emotions suddenly went out of control, and he looked at the golden-winged Roc with red eyes.

"Master will never be wrong! There will never be any mistake in obtaining the scriptures!!"

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it!!!!"

"I will go to the Lingshan Mountain in the West again. Even if there is no hope of obtaining the scriptures, I will definitely be able to find my missing master!"

Sha Wujing murmured to himself, "Then the eldest and second brothers will be able to come back. With them around, nothing will be over."

When the golden-winged Roc saw Sha Wujing so excited, he calmed down.

He smiled and said, "Corpse Monk, how about we make three rules? After you let me out, I can accompany you to Lingshan..."

"it is good!"

Sha Wujing nodded slightly, then turned around and said to Shen Lian: "Junior brother, please retreat a hundred meters for the time being, and don't get hurt by mistake."

"Thank you, senior brother." Shen Lian hurried to the place five hundred meters away.

"Junior brother, do you know? I have been enduring being cut into pieces all the time, just for my trip to Lion Camel Ridge today, the Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle..."

Sha Wujing's face was hideous, and his flesh and bones kept swelling.

A few breaths.

He had already reached a hundred meters, his arms supporting his bloated body made of sand, and his five heads showing expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness and sadness.

"Golden-winged Peng Eagle, you have to be my eldest disciple even if you don't want to!!!"

Unparalleled taboos surged out, and the Quicksand River almost lost its color.

Shen Lian stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Sha Wujing's strength a thousand years ago was definitely not like this. He could not even imagine the price his third senior brother paid to improve his Taoism during that time.

Sha Wujing probably also doesn't know the truth about the collapse of Journey to the West.

He pursued the truth only to find the missing Tang Monk.

boom.

One of Sha Wujing's heads shattered, and his Taoism began to drop from 50,000 years, but the Golden-Winged Roc was still unable to control the performance of the taboo.

"Is this the horror of Ghost Dad's end?"

Shen Lian didn't know what was going on, so the man and the bird just stood there obediently.

Sha Wujing's head was completely reduced to ashes, and his cultivation level reached 40,000 years. Then countless grains of sand swarmed towards the golden-winged Roc.

"No, no, no, you can't..."

The sand turned into a golden hoop, forcibly binding the head of the golden-winged Roc.

The sandstorm disappeared.

Shen Lian looked up and saw Sha Wujing and the golden-winged Peng Eagle sitting on the left and right of the temple.

The two seemed to be discussing Buddhist scriptures, talking and laughing with each other.

The golden-winged Roc still has its original appearance, but it is wearing a red and yellow tiger skin robe, a red velvet hat, and a golden hoop between its eyebrows.

Shen Lian opened his mouth wide, feeling absurd and grotesque.

If the Golden-winged Roc were to be seen by Monkey King while he was dressed up as a puppet, would he be so ashamed and angry that he would smash the impostor to death with a stick?
"Master, I have realized my mistake and can set off for Lingshan at any time."

The golden-winged Roc did not show any trace of the cruelty of a demon, nor did it seem to be compromising. It was most likely caused by Sha Wujing's taboo.

As a result, Sha Wujing lost ten thousand years of Taoism, and Shen Lian could not distinguish between gains and losses.

"Not urgent."

Sha Wujing waved his hand to signal Shen Lian to walk into the temple.

"My disciple, don't forget your two junior brothers, the Green-haired Lion Monster and the Yellow-fanged Old Elephant. The journey to the West is full of dangers, and only the four of us can work together."

"That's what the master taught me."

The golden-winged Roc made a gesture of invitation to Shen Lian.

"Third Junior Brother, the Green-haired Lion Monster, is waiting in the village ahead. But Second Junior Brother, the Yellow-fanged Old Elephant, seems to be stubborn and unyielding."

Sha Wujing closed his eyes and meditated, "It's okay, the fate of master and disciple has come."

"He is Shen Lian. You can just call him Master Uncle."

"I've met my uncle."

Shen Lian got goose bumps all over his body. After all this, isn't he even more senior than Tathagata Buddha? Damn it, if he knew, he wouldn't kill people to silence them, right?

"Don't……"

The starling shook his head and said, "Yes, yes, just call me Master Ba!"

"Meet Master Eight."

"Quack, quack, quack."

Shen Lian had a mouthful of blood clogged his throat. He felt that the golden-winged Roc with a face full of Buddha nature was extremely awkward, especially since it was dressed up as Monkey King.

Can such a group of four people who are seeking the scriptures really enter the heart of Lingshan?

Well, it has nothing to do with Shen Lian anyway. Even if I want to go to Lingshan Mountain in the West to explore the truth in the future, I will do so after I become a land immortal.

"It's almost time to start walking."

Sha Wujing stood up and walked out of the temple surrounded by the golden-winged Roc.

"My eldest disciple, can you teach me a few magical skills along the way?"

The golden-winged eagle refused, saying, "Master, my magical power is of demonic nature, and I will easily end up eating raw meat and drinking blood."

"How about I give you three feathers as a gift, they will be of infinite use."

(End of this chapter)