I can't be a demon.

Chapter 249 I Love Carrying a Shoulder Pole Too Much

The three of them quickened their pace, and wind and sand enveloped their entire bodies.

Sha Wujing did not restrain his breath, but just symbolically concealed the appearance of the three people, and then walked towards Zhuangzi openly.

The golden-winged eagle asked, "Master, shouldn't monks be compassionate?"

Sha Wujing shook his head slightly, "I have never caused unnecessary killing. If the donors of Panhuan Cave can control their murderous intent, we can live in peace."

"If you have murderous intent in your mind, I can only give you a light punishment and a severe warning."

Shen Lian opened his mouth wide and looked at the starling in surprise.

You call salvation a small punishment but a severe warning, right?
But if you think about it carefully, the three disciples in the original work were definitely not good people, and many demons died at their hands on the journey to obtain the scriptures.

"I see, Master. I am glad to learn from you."

"Killing is to protect life; killing karma is not killing people."

The golden-winged Roc saluted respectfully, muttered something several times, and the Buddha's light it emitted became stronger, and its injuries healed faster.

Shen Lian hesitated to speak, and after a long time he closed his mouth silently.

I always feel that Sha Wujing has brainwashed the Golden-Winged Dapeng for hundreds of years. Even if the golden hoop is removed, the latter's character is probably irreversible.

The entire journey was speechless.

.........

There is a stone tablet outside the manor where the green-haired lion monster was imprisoned, named "Qingzhuang".

It is obviously a building created by Sha Wujing's taboo.

Panhuan Cave spent far more energy on Qingzhuang than on the capital.

Shen Lian noticed that the ground and walls were covered with a layer of copper rust, forming mysterious patterns, and the rising demonic energy turned into a magic circle.

He only had a vague understanding of the art of formations, but he could tell that the formation in Panhuan Cave was at least used to trap demons that had practiced Taoism for ten thousand years.

As expected, one of the seven lions under the throne of Jiuling Yuansheng is in Qingzhuang.

Shen Lian suspected that Panhuan Cave came for the green-haired lion monster.

Jiuling Yuansheng likes to teach others, and his magical power [Ancestor Worship] requires him to reproduce offspring in large numbers, so it is inevitable that he would be interested in the green-haired lion monster.

"The one guarding Qingzhuang is not the Snow Lion. The Snow Lion's purpose is most likely the Middle Way Buddhism."

While Shen Lian was thinking, the three of them had already arrived within a hundred meters of Qing Manor’s main gate.

Sha Wujing had no intention of slowing down. With every step he took, the wind and sand became more and more intense, and the Quicksand River became more turbulent.

The golden-winged Roc was severely injured and had not yet recovered, but it was no match for the ordinary ten-thousand-year-old demon. With its wings folded behind its back, it was ready to take off.

The man and the bird, who were just there to watch, deliberately lagged behind by a few meters.

Shen Lian suddenly realized the joy of carrying a shoulder pole.

No wonder the lines of Sha Seng in the TV series are always the same, "Big and Second Brother, Master has been captured by a monster."

"No no no!"

A heavy wail sounded, "Fu Li, you promised me not to let the damned corpse monk come to Qingzhuang, how dare you break your promise!!!"

"The third brother of Dapeng has been converted. What are you waiting for, Fuli? Kill him!!"

The green-haired lion monster was trembling all over, especially when he saw the golden-winged Roc with a Buddha's face, an indescribable fear surged in his heart.

Compared to death, losing oneself is undoubtedly more suffocating.

If...if I face the corpse monk head-on, I will definitely suffer the same fate.

"Brother, Master said that you and he are destined to be master and disciple. Why do you have to resist? Going west to obtain the scriptures is a great merit."

“Merit…Merit…”

The green-haired lion monster said no more, as he was really frightened by the golden-winged Roc.

He noticed that the Golden-Winged Roc had fallen into Sha Wujing's hands, and understood that Sha Wujing was ready to convert the three monsters of Lion Camel Ridge, so he contacted Panhuan Cave immediately.

I didn’t expect the conversion to be so thorough.

Roar! ! !
A deafening lion roar came from deep within Qingzhuang.

"Corpse monk, if you don't want to be an enemy of Panhuan Cave, you might as well let the green-haired lion monster go, otherwise the ancestor will not let you off easily!"

Sha Wujing clasped his hands together, a look of pity on his face, "Donor, please tell Jiuling Yuansheng that the green-haired lion monster and I have a connection."

"The Green-haired Lion Monster is willing to become my disciple. From now on, I will be one of the Eight Lions..."

"Hey."

"Donor Fuli, why bother?"

Fu Li was on full alert, his eyes fixed on the golden-winged Roc.

The Golden-Winged Roc's body and soul have not yet recovered from their injuries, so it doesn't pose much of a threat. The corpse monk's abilities are a little hard to fathom, but at most he'll lose a clone.

Fu Li knew that if he returned empty-handed and unharmed, his grandfather would be furious.

"Amitabha."

Sha Wujing let out a long sigh and stepped into Qingzhuang. The magic circle didn't react at all, probably because Qingzhuang was in the ghost realm.

Shen Lian stopped in front of the door and looked at the smoky Qingzhuang.

There were as many as two to three hundred Panhuan Cave disciples present, all of whom had cultivation levels above the sixth level of Yuandan, but they had already been frightened by Sha Wujing.

Shen Lian did not plan to go deep into Qingzhuang. If you want to watch a show, you must be prepared to do so.

He discovered that the alchemists in the village were all covered in metal rust, and their teeth and claws were made of bronze. The Taoist tradition was good at rust poison.

Fu Li, one of the seven lions, feels that his true form is a copper-headed iron lion.

"Hey, there's another acquaintance."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and discovered that there was a [Master Qing] from the Snow Lion lineage mixed in the crowd.

Zhenren Qing was the Taoist master of the Eight Realms who was stationed in Guan Mansion when Snow Lion was refining the Dharma of No Life. He had a brief encounter with Shen Lian.

The wind and sand hit the ground with crackling sounds, and the alchemists had no idea what they were about to face.

"It probably won't take long."

Shen Lian looked around and yawned in boredom.

As long as the Nine-Spirited Saint does not descend, Fu Li alone cannot threaten Sha Wujing.

What surprised Shen Lian was that the disciples of Panhuan Cave showed an inexplicable... restlessness when facing Master Sha Wujing and his disciple.

"Interesting, shouldn't they be afraid of Senior Brother Sha?"

"To be honest, Senior Brother Sha doesn't look like a good person." The sandstorm that enveloped the three people was affected by the Panhuan Cave magic formation and faded away little by little, leaving Sha Wujing's shriveled body looming.

The bright red cassock seemed to be made of flesh and blood, with arms sticking out of the ribs.

The golden-winged Roc followed closely behind.

He looked like a Buddhist, but he had the appearance of a demon. His eyes were full of appetite, and his notched beak was constantly dripping saliva.

Only Shen Lian was ordinary, leaning against the door of Qingzhuang drinking and having fun.

The alchemists were talking about it, but they did not show any fear.

After observing Sha Wujing and the Golden-Winged Peng Eagle for a long time, they concluded that although there were two more people on the journey to the West, the danger was not great.

There have always been rumors of a "pilgrim" in Lion Camel Ridge, referring to the dried corpse of Buddha wandering in the dream city.

No one knows the origins of the pilgrims, but they only know that a batch of scriptures is delivered every forty years.

Various forces have already figured out the taboos of those seeking scriptures.

The pilgrim seems to be the guardian of Buddhism thousands of years ago. Even if he turns into a demon, he still has to abide by the Buddhist rules and regulations and must not kill.

The true scriptures have been revealed more than a dozen times, but the pilgrims have never taken the initiative to take action.

"Since the pilgrim is here, it means the true scriptures are nearby!!!"

"Without the interference of other forces, wouldn't it be easy for us to achieve it?"

"Where is the true scripture?"

"Where is the Middle Way Buddhism?!!"

No one paid attention to why Sha Wujing came to Qingzhuang. Unknowingly, a few dust-like grains of Buddhist sand had appeared in their Niwan Palace.

"Keep an eye on Master Qing! He is from the Snow Lion lineage, we must not let him transmit his thoughts!!"

The expressions of the alchemists became distorted, and greed overwhelmed their Taoist spirit.

Fu Li had no time to pay attention to his disciples; all his attention was focused on Sha Wujing.

"let me go!"

Zhenren Qing was sweating profusely and tried to break free from Taoist Fu Li who was surrounding him.

"Wake up, you guys are all looking for death, get it straight..."

Master Qing stared at Shen Lian who was talking and laughing with the myna. Only a thin layer of sand was left, revealing a figure that looked somewhat similar to Li Huan.

But more like... Shen Lian.

I have seen portraits of living immortals and Buddhas in Panhuan Cave, so I can't be wrong!
No wonder a pure-blooded Li Huan suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was actually Lu Zu in disguise. The Lion Camel Ridge was probably his thousand-year plan!
If immortals and Buddhas are consciously reincarnated, they usually make some arrangements.

Now it's time to close the net.

That's why the green-haired lion monster was so terrified, and that's why the yellow-toothed old elephant would repeat the act of hanging himself every time the Tang emperor changed.

Apparently he was trying to avoid the pilgrims by hanging himself.

Master Qing's uneasiness grew more and more intense.

At this moment.

He heard the Taoist priest beside him shouting in disbelief, "It's the true scripture!"

The ends of the shoulder pole that Shen Lian was carrying emitted brilliant Buddhist light. The handwriting had already digested the feathers, so that several lines of scriptures were about to take shape.

Rumble.

Two of the words seem to be about to fall off the paper at any moment.

"Middle Way Buddhism..."

The alchemists looked at each other, their greed no longer suppressed.

They rushed towards Shen Lian one after another, as that was a chance to become a land immortal, and even if they didn't refine it, they could still exchange it for massive resources.

When Master Qing saw that no one was paying attention to him, he fled towards the side door in panic.

Yuguang swept away.

With a playful look on his face, Shen Lian turned sideways to examine each page of paper and soon found the paper that recorded the Mahayana Buddhism.

He frowned, feeling somewhat surprised.

"Middle Way Buddhism consists of the two words 'Prajna'."

"Are you kidding me? The Heart Sutra ranks high among Buddhists. Historically, it was the Mahayana Buddhist teaching that Tang Monk obtained through his journey to the West."

"Prajna is considered Middle Vehicle Buddhism, so what is Mahayana Buddhism?"

Shen Lian carried a shoulder pole and tried to catch up with Sha Wujing.

He passed by hundreds of alchemists.

They stood there in disbelief, with a walnut-sized hole between their eyebrows.

"Uncle Master, if you need another opportunity to punish me, just call me."

The golden-winged Roc licked its beak, savoring the taste of hundreds of human brains. It never expected that human brains filled with evil thoughts tasted so delicious.

"The old saying is true. When a person is evil, he is no longer a human being but a beast."

“Livestock are naturally edible.”

Shen Lian's scalp tingled, as if the golden-winged Roc had opened another door.

Calling me "uncle master" all the time has somewhat affected my upright image.

Shen Lian skillfully collected the corpses one by one.

"Uncle Master, there is a person who has escaped without any evil intentions. Should we capture him?"

"No, let him be."

Shen Lian glanced at Master Qing's back. Naturally, the more chaotic Lion Camel Ridge is, the better. All forces with ulterior motives will take the opportunity to advance to the fifth level of Bone Blade.

"Brother, the true scripture has been conceived. Can I study it for a while?"

"Except for the Middle Vehicle Buddhism which is to attract the old yellow-tusked elephant, the rest are all yours."

While Sha Wujing was speaking, he transformed again into a figure over a hundred meters tall. Suddenly, two terrifying lion roars, one large and one small, were heard from the depths of Qingzhuang.

Shen Lian flipped through the pages of the book, waiting for the alchemy furnace in his dantian to grow.

"comfortable."

(End of this chapter)