I can't be a demon.

Chapter 250 Datong Zhenjing Buddhism
The yellow sand is whistling.

The resentment in Qingzhuang was like a substance. The noise made by Sha Wujing became more and more intense. His 40,000 years of Taoism had already formed a crushing momentum.

"Master, I will help you clear the way for the Green-haired Lion Monster to join the Buddhist sect as soon as possible."

The golden-winged Roc was hovering in the air, its wings spread out revealing a demonic aura. It stared at Fu Li's head excitedly, wanting to taste it.

Shen Lian sat at the door with lingering fear, fearing that he would be affected if he was not careful.

But the Quicksand River is also full of dangers. You can feel the sand sea constantly surging, and at first glance it looks like a boiling oil pan.

"Corpse monk, if you keep pestering me, I won't let you go!!"

"Amitabha."

Sha Wujing said calmly: "If I let your soul return to Panhuan Cave easily, you will definitely cause trouble for me again in the future."

"madman!!!"

Rumble.

The earth was shaking, but the green-haired lion monster could no longer hear any sound.

"Brother Sha, Brother Sha, you really are... eager to accept a disciple."

Shen Lian smiled bitterly and his soul swept across his dantian.

I saw the roots of the Danlu Fruit growing, absorbing the water from the Milky Way and extending wildly. If nothing unexpected happened, it would be fully grown in a while.

"It just so happens that the middle dantian is not used on a daily basis, so using it to store the elixir furnace fruit is the best use of it."

Shen Lian does have a lot of good things on him that need to be nurtured, especially the hundreds of corpses of Panhuan Cave disciples given by nature.

He took a sip of wine and practiced the Great Circulation of Qi in a leisurely manner.

buzzing.

As the pages of paper swayed, you could see the words becoming extremely lively. Just witnessing it gave you a creepy illusion.

"There are four sentences in Hinayana Buddhism. Let me see..."

"There is a sentence called 'Nirvana'."

Shen Lian turned the page of paper, and the familiar Wusheng Fanin came into view.

But the strange thing is that the aura revealed by Wusheng Fanin is far from being at its peak. It looks a little weak, like a butterfly that has just emerged from a cocoon.

Wusheng Faren gnawed at the rest of the words, but deliberately avoided the content of Zuquan.

“Why is the true scripture a bug?”

Shen Lian was filled with thoughts. It was not that the true scripture looked like a bug, but that its habits were the same as those of a bug. However, in a sense, it was indeed in line with the laws of nature.

Whether it is the Taoist practice of becoming an immortal or the Buddhist practice of sitting in meditation and becoming a Buddha.

They all think that becoming an immortal or a Buddha requires a process of shedding the old shell, and they don’t know what the current situation is in the Western Lingshan Mountain and the Heavenly Palace.

Shen Lian started with the Anuttara-samyak-sambodhisattva and gradually stripped away the Hinayana Buddhism.

The paper was torn into pieces, and the four words "Wu Sheng Fa Ren" were just floating in the air. Because of the influence of the Quicksand River, they did not dare to escape at all.

The air was distorted, and the half-meter area where the scripture was located collapsed.

The words of the Anuttara-samyak-dharmakṣṭhāna spread, but in very limited numbers, far less than the mighty power of the Hinayana Buddhism during the time of Guanfu.

Drops of blood oozed out of Shen Lian's palm, sealing the Wusheng Fa inside.

Next comes the second sentence of the true scripture, [obtain such wisdom], the third sentence [purity], and the fourth sentence [accomplishment of the Dharma you have heard].

From the meaning, we can tell what kind of wonderful uses the true scriptures have.

I was so busy that two days had passed without me noticing.

Click.

When Shen Lian heard the strange sound inside his body, he came back to his senses. The Danlu Fruit had finally grown.

At this time, Qingzhuang was filled with Buddha's light, and one could hear the sound of Sha Wujing chanting scriptures in the depths, as well as Fu Li's hysterical screams.

Faintly, one could hear the weak breathing of the green-haired lion monster.

"At present, it seems that the Golden Winged Peng Eagle and the Green-haired Lion Monster are both unable to resist. I don't know if the Yellow Fanged Old Elephant has made any arrangements."

Shen Lian took the fruit core containing the corpse into his middle dantian.

The middle dantian is already full of roots, and a shallow pool of water from the Milky Way surrounds the cauldron.

When the alchemy furnace began to absorb the corpses, the profession panel immediately showed a line of prompts, which showed that some alchemists had inevitably become demons.

[Wanshou Corpse Root reaches 100.02%, Martial Arts Points +10]

The Wanshou Corpse Root was overflowing with experience, and the four professions were either already at level five or needed to reach level five, so the group at Lion Camel Ridge gained a lot.

The stump suddenly sprouted a large number of messy fruits.

No matter what the effect of the elixir fruit is, at least it can replenish the consumption of medicinal wine.

"Try to separate a feather."

[Absorb Golden Winged Dapeng Feather, Wanshou Corpse Root Experience +6.67%]

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. It was worthy of being a golden-winged Roc. It seemed that based on its rich experience, the value of its feathers was far beyond ordinary.

Then comes the four sentences of Hinayana Buddhism.

[Absorb the Samantabhadra Sutra (fragment), Wanshou Corpse Root Experience +4.01%]

"As expected, there is a gap between the Hinayana Buddhism. The previous Anuttara-dharma-patience provided 17% of the experience."

The other three verses of the true scriptures also come from the Samantabhadra Sutra.

If there were an alchemist nearby and saw how Shen Lian swallowed the scriptures, he would surely be extremely astonished. Even if it was the Eight Realms of Divine Travel, one had to refine it carefully, and how could he eat it as a snack?

The shoulder pole on Shen Lian's shoulder became much lighter, with only the Middle Way Buddhist Dharma [Prajna] remaining.

He continued to wait for two days, and the resentment that shrouded Qingzhuang came to an abrupt end, and the turbulent Liusha River gradually returned to calm.

The golden-winged Roc landed on the ground and respectfully leaned behind the armrest.

Sha Wujing walked out slowly, holding Fu Li's head with his eyes open in his hand. Wherever he passed, copper rust and blood dripped, and the pungent smell was unpleasant.

"Let Jiuling Yuansheng take away Fuli's three souls, otherwise his soul will be scattered."

The green-haired lion monster followed behind him, and its seven-meter-long body gave off a very oppressive feeling.

His clothes were exactly the same as Sha Seng's, his triangular eyes revealed a strong Buddhist nature, and his neck was topped with a huge lion head, which looked a bit funny. He was also seriously injured, with obvious scoliosis in his back, and it felt like his spine was broken by a stick, which should be an old injury.

"The Green-haired Lion Monster greets Senior Brother and Uncle Master."

The green-haired lion monster smiled naively. He didn't look like the leader of the three monsters of Lion Camel Ridge, who once scared away 100,000 heavenly soldiers with his roar.

"Third Junior Brother, from now on, it will be you and I who will escort Master to the Western Lingshan Mountain."

"good."

Shen Lian rested the Buddhist beads on the neck of the green-haired lion monster for a few moments.

The Buddhist beads are the result of Sha Wujing's lost ten thousand years of cultivation. Similar to the golden hoop of the golden-winged Peng Eagle, they control the bodies and souls of the two demons.

"Uncle Master, why don't you let me carry the shoulder pole?"

The green-haired lion monster scratched his head, took the carrying pole and skillfully placed it on his shoulder.

"Ah~~"

Myna said sarcastically, "Give me the benefits! Follow your senior brother and learn from him. Do you have any hidden magical skills?"

The green-haired lion monster covered its head timidly when faced with the pecking of the starling's beak.

He looked around and noticed the remains of corpses in the corners of Qingzhuang. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and said, "What a sin."

Shen Lian got goose bumps all over his body and quickly stopped the starling.

I just feel that the green-haired lion monster behaves a bit like a young lady after being converted.

"Third disciple, you have been in contact with Panhuan Cave for a few days, so you should have learned some methods related to the true scriptures. Give it to Uncle Shen Lian."

"Master, just one."

The green-haired lion monster carefully tapped Shen Lian's brow.

Shen Lian digested the information, and his technique was named [Datong Zhenjing Buddha Dharma]. He was actually able to refine the corresponding Zhenjing into other techniques.

Of course, once the skills are refined into the true scriptures, they will be transformed into Buddhist teachings. If you want to innovate in the future, you can only take the path of continuously refining the true scriptures.

"The Immortal Mysterious Art, the Longevity Pillar, and the Purple Mansion Refining Method are definitely not capable of refining the True Scripture."

"External martial arts is fine."

"The limitations of Tianhe boxing are getting bigger and bigger. The true meaning of martial arts is suitable for the environment of big rivers and big waters. The horizontal sword style has not yet been synthesized into a secret technique."

"The method of refining the true scripture is indeed a path, it is worth considering."

Shen Lian was overjoyed, and immediately began to practice the Datong Sutra Buddhism, using his strength to simulate the refining of the Sutra along a specific route.

Sha Wujing couldn't help but smile when he saw Shen Lian absorbing nutrients like a sponge.

"Junior brother."

"What's wrong, Brother Sha?"

Sha Wujing nodded and said, "If you don't want to go to the residence of the old yellow-fanged elephant, that's fine. I can take you back to the capital."

"I……"

"Junior brother, the old yellow-fanged elephant's condition is extremely unstable."

Sha Wujing said solemnly, "He is now half ghost and half demon. The mountains in the center of Lion Camel Ridge are all ghost areas. This journey is extremely dangerous."

Shen Lian felt hesitant.

"Brother, did you return to the capital after leaving Lion Camel Ridge?"

"No, I will definitely cause a huge disaster in this world, causing countless casualties."

Sha Wujing pointed to the ground and said, "I plan to go to the underworld with my third disciple and take a look at the Yama Palace to see if there is any trace of our master."

"Then...what if I stay outside the cave?"

"I am now like a drought demon covering a thousand miles of barren land, a river of flowing sand... I cannot control it, and it is difficult for me to take care of your safety, Junior Brother."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Shen Lian's eyes.

The simplest way is undoubtedly to wait for Sha Seng to convert the old yellow-tusked elephant, which can easily trigger the demon profession of the six-tusked white elephant.

"Brother Sha, I've made up my mind. I'd like to go to the lair of Yellow Fang Patriarch with you."

"Amitabha."

Sha Wujing did not ask the reason, but just slowed down his pace to give Shen Lian more time to digest the gains from Lion Camel Ridge.

With a wave of his hand, Qingzhuang was reduced to ashes.

"Thank you, Brother Sha."

"Junior brother, if you find Jin Chanzi in the future, please come to the Western Lingshan Mountain to find me. I hope I can live a few more years in Leiyin Temple."

Shen Lian showed worry on his face, he could tell Sha Wujing was not joking.

Even if Sha Wujing's cultivation level dropped sharply by 20,000 years, it would still be a full 70,000 years.

After the three monsters of Lion Camel Ridge recovered from their injuries, they should have had 40,000 to 50,000 years of cultivation at their peak. However, according to Sha Wujing, they are still not sure.

"You must be joking. What is the situation in the Western Lingshan Mountain?"

Shen Lian was horrified, realizing that even the Western Sacred Mountain might not be the end, and this world was far more profound than he had imagined.

He followed the three people who were seeking the scriptures, and used the Quicksand River to constantly temper his body.

What meets the eye is always the unchanging yellow sand.

The footprints along the road disappeared after a gust of wind blew past, just like Tang Monk a thousand years ago. Few people in later generations could recognize him.

I guess only Tang Seng’s three disciples couldn’t bear to forget it.

Unconsciously, Shen Lian's consciousness seemed to fall into an inexplicable trance. He vaguely heard Sha Wujing calling him, and the voice became weaker and weaker.

"Junior brother."

"Junior brother, junior brother."

"Junior brother, we have arrived at Panchang Mountain."

"Junior brother!!!"

(End of this chapter)