I can't be a demon.

Chapter 279 He is a natural immortal
In the following days, Shen released his soul to the inner world every ten days to absorb corpse qi, while the surface world ignored it.

The Wuzhuang Temple on the surface is preparing to hold a fruit-tasting conference, with a large number of mortals and immortals coming and going. Even if the souls descend on the branches, there will be danger.

"So the truth is..."

Shen Lian observed the various shapes and forms in the cave through his second body.

His spiritual roots and immortal bones glowed with light, and the three flowers gathered at the top of his head, covering his soul. He had already seen the clues of the Fruit Tasting Conference, but he still couldn't help hesitating.

After all, it is a disaster that can cause the fall of Wuzhuang Temple. Even if he can evacuate at any time with the help of the teleportation tree, he will be affected if he is not careful.

But Shen Lian was a little unwilling.

The opportunity to get in touch with the truth is just around the corner. If you can get a glimpse of it, you will at least have some advance preparation when you become an immortal in the future.

"Wait a little longer, Patriarch Bodhi...maybe he is an exception."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and kept repeating the action of leaving his body and splitting his soul.

All the methods he created were integrated into the Immortal Profound Art. Although he had not achieved the sixth transformation, the foundation of his physical body was continuing to grow.

Ksitigarbha, Yamaluo and Wangsheng Tanchan are overflowing with experience.

Shen Lian took out the Wanhu token and received the long-awaited message about Xiao Leiyin Temple.

His expression was uncertain. The pirated Di Ting had not yet appeared in the world, but strange things had already begun to ferment, especially in the Yanshan area.

Zuo Yan had just recently gone deep into the salt mountain to investigate the situation.

Some remote villages have maintained the habit of burying dogs. After large-scale deaths and injuries of dogs, the bodies buried in various places inexplicably disappeared.

The villagers just thought that it was taken away by wild beasts, and only found out about it when they went to the town to exchange the items.

“There was no trace of anything on the coffin, nor any trace of demonic aura, but on the back of the lid, there were more than a dozen bloodstains.”

Shen Lian tapped the table with his finger bones. Zuo Yan's conclusion was ridiculous.

Zuo Yan suspected that the corpse had lived for some time before it disappeared, and was scratching the coffin lid desperately due to lack of oxygen.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"The Little Leiyin Temple has put up quite a show. Di Ting led the way at the beginning, followed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Do they think the Tang Dynasty is a mass grave?"

Shen Lian sneered and sent a message to Zuo Yan to burn all the corpses within the Yanshan area.

"I want to see whether Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva uses the salt mountain as a place of practice, or whether it becomes a stepping stone for the starling to advance to the sixth level."

The fifth level of myna is called Ksitigarbha Yama, which is obviously related to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Although the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in Xiao Leiyin Temple is a pirated version, since the Yellow-browed King caused such a big fuss, there should be some authenticity, right?
Shen Lian circulated the Great Circulation of Qi and poured the medicinal wine into his stomach mouthful by mouthful.

When his body and soul recovered to their full strength, the surface Wuzhuang Temple also came to the fruit tasting conference, and he could see that there were at least thirty or forty immortals and gods in the cave a thousand years ago.

Shen Lian waited silently, distractedly observing the crowd passing by the ginseng fruit tree.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When he saw an old Taoist standing beside the ginseng fruit tree, he quickly went into the tree hole.

.........

Inside Wuzhuang Temple.

The ginseng fruit tree is full of fruits, emitting bursts of unique fragrance.

The earthly immortals were busy riding their flying swords in the air. It was obvious that Zhen Yuanzi had placed the banquet for the fruit tasting conference in the clouds, and there were at least one or two thousand immortal disciples participating in the event.

Patriarch Bodhi walked under the ginseng fruit tree, staring at the half-exposed roots.

He stroked his beard and sighed, "It made quite a commotion. I'm afraid even the Heavenly Court was frightened, right?"

"Innate spiritual roots, tsk tsk tsk."

"I am not lucky enough to enjoy the ginseng fruit, but I can listen to some of the Hunyuan Dao fruit."

Patriarch Bodhi waved his sleeves and was about to sink into the clouds to watch the progress of the banquet, when suddenly, an ordinary person appeared behind him.

He took a quick glance and couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Yes……"

"Whose disciple is this? He has such a handsome spiritual root and aptitude."

Shen Lian just stood there motionless, but his whole body exuded a natural Taoist charm, and his every move seemed to be in line with the truth of the Tao.

When Patriarch Bodhi took another look, he felt it was even more incredible.

"A three-inch spiritual light emanates from the center of his eyebrows. He has not yet become a land immortal, but his primordial spirit has already gathered three flowers at the top of his head. Hiss, his body and soul are one, and his foundation is so strong that becoming an immortal is just a few steps away."

"not only that."

"Born with extraordinary talents, he stands out from the crowd."

"I was born with three hearts, and all of them are top-grade immortal bones, without any conflict between them, which caused the immortal signs to appear in my body early on."

Patriarch Bodhi has countless disciples, but he lost his composure when facing one for the first time.

"The spine is like a root, the blood is like air, and the skin is leak-proof."

As Shen Lian breathed, his strength continued to circulate along with the blood. The eighth-grade lotus platform wrapped around his golden body of martial arts, and his dantian could not be seen at all.

Patriarch Bodhi began to doubt his own eyes and murmured, "Isn't it possible? How could someone in the world be so favored by Heaven?"

"The lotus in his dantian is like a companion spiritual treasure."

Even if he is the biological son of God, this is probably the only treatment he would receive.

Patriarch Bodhi felt a palpitation in his heart, wondering who was so lucky to have a Daluo Jinxian as his disciple.

Shen Lian quietly took the ginseng fruit tree and called out the career panel.

[The Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree occupation has been triggered, but the necessary conditions are missing and the job cannot be taken.]

"pity."

Shen Lian was constantly communicating with the roots of the teleportation tree, and bowed to Patriarch Bodhi and said, "Disciple Shen Lian, greetings to Patriarch Bodhi."

"kindness?"

Patriarch Bodhi fell into a trance, but heard Shen Lian say: "I accidentally followed an unknown old Taoist to learn immortal arts for many years, and later I learned that they all came from Patriarch Bodhi in Fangcun Mountain."

"In recent years, I have often searched for Fangcun Mountain. When I learned that the ancestor would come to Wuzhuang Temple, I went through great pains to sneak into the cave."

As Shen Lian spoke, the energy in his body moved along a specific route. His three hearts were beating wildly.

The Changsheng Post incorporates a large number of martial arts techniques, many of which were obtained from the Evil Moon Three Heart Cave. Even if they came from the souls of demons, they are still related.

Patriarch Bodhi carefully identified it and noticed the technique of the wandering mind.

There was a familiar aura in his every move, but it was not very obvious because Shen Lian had already walked out of a strange immortal path.

"Good disciple, I will return to the Three Stars Cave to teach you the magic of the immortal family."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, thinking that he would have to talk more, but he didn't expect Patriarch Bodhi to admit it in just a few words and didn't ask any further questions.

Little did he know.

After Patriarch Bodhi discovered that Shen Lian's Taoism was related to the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave, he secretly calculated with his fingers and determined that the latter had no causal relationship with the other immortals and gods, so there was no need to say more.

Shen Lian himself is the best proof.

To put it bluntly, a mortal with the appearance of an immortal or Buddha will choose to form a bond with the immortal or Buddha without hesitation, no matter which side he meets.

Patriarch Bodhi reached out and took out a wooden hairpin.

"Disciple, take this. The magic weapon can conceal the aura."

Patriarch Bodhi said calmly: "The immortals and gods present here are really blind. I guess they are all focused on the so-called fruit tasting conference."

"Fruit tasting conference?"

"It has nothing to do with you. They just think the core is rotten and want to get rid of it."

Shen Lian did not respond. His spiritual roots and immortal bones blessed his sixth consciousness and he opened his eyes vertically.

Suddenly, everything in Wuzhuang Temple changed dramatically.

All the immortals and gods immediately changed their faces, revealing unconcealable demonic features, just like the barefoot immortal seen before.

But Shen Lian knew that what you see is not necessarily the truth.

The spiritual root is the immortal method created by visualizing the ginseng fruit tree. The scene he saw was likely to be subtly influenced by the ginseng fruit tree.

Shen Lian's mind moved, and his spiritual roots gathered at the top of his head again.

The subtle connection between the spiritual root and the ginseng fruit tree has disappeared.

Shen Lian looked around again.

The Wuzhuang Temple that comes into view at this time is the most authentic.

The immortals and gods were not demonized at all. Instead, the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple had twisted limbs, their skin was covered with pus, and the spiritual energy coming out of their mouths and noses was basically the pungent smell of corpses.

There is no difference between spiritual energy and corpse energy, both are derived from the ginseng fruit tree.

The evil intentions of the immortals and gods were indeed directed towards Wuzhuang Temple.

They didn't look like they were here to participate in the fruit tasting conference, but more like a group of Jinwu Guards dispatched by the government when demons and monsters were causing trouble in the mortal world.

Shen Lian had a complicated expression. With such signs in the Heavenly Court, could it be that Zhen Yuanzi had already fallen?

wrong.

Shen Lian looked at the ginseng fruit tree. The Taoist tradition of Wuzhuang Temple originated from Zhen Yuanzi's visualization of innate spiritual roots. The problem was clearly with the ginseng fruit tree!

No wonder the ginseng fruit tree cannot meet the requirements for employment.

"It's Lingtai Fangcun, a natural three-eyed spiritual pupil."

Patriarch Bodhi smiled and said, "If you want to teach others the immortal arts, you must think twice. But you are simple-minded. You don't mind eating meat or vegetables anyway."

"Master."

Shen Lian scratched his head. "I practiced hard in the mountains before. Could it be that I have a good talent?"

"More than good, it ranks among the best among the immortal species that I have seen."

Shen Lian was a little curious. Monkey King should not be among the top of Bodhi Patriarch's list. After all, Monkey King did not seem to have entered the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave.

He suddenly remembered that Patriarch Bodhi also went crazy in the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan.

"Master, something seems to be happening at Wuzhuang Temple?"

“Yes.” Patriarch Bodhi counted with his fingers.

"Almost there. I will send you to the Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon right now."

Patriarch Bodhi waved his whisk, and his immortal aura enveloped Shen Lian, and as a result, his ability to shrink the distance into an inch, which was usually successful, was no longer effective.

"what."

Just as Patriarch Bodhi was about to try again, the ground of Wuzhuang Temple began to shake slightly.

Zhen Yuanzi laughed loudly, and countless roots drilled out of the ground. The aura of corpses filled the air, and the cultivators who followed the immortals and gods couldn't help but show fear on their faces.

"Dear fellow Taoists, please take your seats at the Fruit Tasting Conference."

"That's too late."

Patriarch Bodhi shook his head and said, "The ginseng fruit tree affects the art of shrinking the earth into an inch. Disciple, follow me closely and be careful."

However, Shen Lian felt that it was not the shrinking of the earth that was affected.

His own vision was also limited to Wuzhuang Temple. He was afraid that he could not leave the confines of the cave in the surface world, and everything would be turned upside down again after ten days.

Seeing Shen Lian was a little nervous, Patriarch Bodhi could not help but add: "You are lucky, I heard that Zhen Yuanzi took out the real ginseng fruit, it seems that you have a good fortune to add a little life to your life."

Real ginseng fruit?

Shen Lian glanced at the abundant fruits on the branches. Wow, so they are all fake fruits?

"Walk."

Patriarch Bodhi grabbed Shen Lian by the scruff of his neck.

"Wait, Master, I have a way to fly in the air."

Shen Lian threw out the ghost gourd, and the superior magic weapon turned into a size of four meters.

Patriarch Bodhi was speechless. Could it be that his cheap disciple was a Taoist named Duobao who had endless opportunities wherever he went?

Heaven loves you.

(End of this chapter)