I can't be a demon.

Chapter 286: The one who killed the four corpses is the Taoist ancestor?
The outskirts of the Yanshan Mountains.

The old miner led a dozen people and climbed among the cliffs.

There was a martial artist walking at the end, responsible for carrying the statue on his shoulders.

It is said to be a statue of a god, but in fact it is just a simple carving of a human face from the root of a banyan tree.

"Wait a moment."

The old miner stretched out his hand to stop the others, then touched the cracks in the rock, and a few grains of salt and sand appeared on his fingertips. He took a light taste and felt a light salty taste mixed with a bit of fishy smell.

He frowned slightly. The stench was different from the rust of iron ore, and it was like dried blood.

"There should be a dead wild animal nearby. It's okay."

The old miner checked the size of the vein along the rock wall and said happily, "It's a large vein, and we can mine high-quality mineral salt."

“Get rich!!!”

"High-quality mineral salt. If we stay in the mountains for a few more months, we can earn at least two or three years' worth of money before the mountains are closed by heavy snow!"

"I have enough money for my son to learn martial arts from a master."

The old miner wiped the sweat off his forehead and reminded in a deep voice: "Master Nan, please take the trouble to invite the mountain god to enter the altar!"

"it is good."

"Zhao Feng, you and Xiao Er should go look somewhere else."

The miners in Yanshan have always had the habit of worshipping the mountain god, but previously the statues of the mountain god were all vague human-like. It was not until the banyan tree showed its magical powers that the image of the mountain god gradually became fixed.

Zhong Kui is in charge of the home, and the mountain god is in charge of going out.

The people of Yanshan discovered that there might not be a Zhong Kui Temple to protect them in the wild mountains. If they encountered a demon unexpectedly, they could get the protection of the banyan mountain god by immediately burying themselves half in the soil.

The practitioner fixed the statue of the mountain god between the mountains, and then chiseled grooves for inserting incense and candles.

"God of the mountain is above."

The old miner bowed respectfully.

As soon as he lowered his head, warm blood suddenly fell on his body.

The old miner looked up in surprise, only to see the martial artist fall to the ground incredulously, pointing to the rock wall that had just been chiseled, with blood gushing out of it.

"No...something's wrong!"

There seemed to be living things hidden in the rock wall, and the cross-section of the gravel showed a flesh and blood structure.

The old miner walked forward and tried to break the almost detached rock along the crack. Soon, a shocking scene came into view.

Inside the mountain, there were countless corpses embedded like amber.

The corpses looked the same, with eyes wide open, upper and lower jaws opened to the extreme, and it could be seen that there was no tongue, and the expression was extremely hideous.

"Ahhh!"

The martial artist screamed and half of his body sank into the stone wall.

From the old miner's perspective, it seemed as if the corpse in the stone wall was pulling the martial artist, and in just a few breaths, only half of a foot was exposed outside.

"Uncle Liang, something big happened!!!"

"The mountains are full of dead bodies! What should we do?!"

The other miners rushed over covered in blood, apparently having encountered the same situation. Several of them were missing and their lives were in danger.

Such a scene is like hell on earth!
"Let's go! There's a demon causing trouble!"

"This place is too far from the mountain god, we can't stay here for long!!!"

The old miner asked everyone to leave, and thought of the Buddhist scriptures he had read before. The corpse's death was a bit like...

The first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

Tongue-Pulling Hell!!!

The rock wall slowly healed, and a flock of birds on the top of the mountain were startled.

They hurriedly ran out of the mountains, and one of them broke his right leg when he fell. They barely made it to the nearest Zhong Kui Temple before dark.

The old miner looked back and found that the mountains had disappeared.

"A... walking mountain of flesh, or a walking tongue-pulling hell!"

They returned to Yanliang Town as soon as possible and informed the Jinwu Guard. Zuo Yan then sent a large number of manpower to search deep into the mountains, but to no avail.

.........

The sun was shining brightly, and the shadow cast by the banyan tree covered most of the block.

People along the road have long been accustomed to inserting incense sticks into the cracks outside the backyard of the pawnshop and praying for a good harvest in the fall.

There is more than one true immortal in the small town of Yanliang, and the immortals appear from time to time.

The ground shook slightly.

Those who are attentive can find that the vibration comes from the roots of the banyan tree buried deep underground.

To be precise, there was a huge creature turning over in the dark river.

The vibration stopped abruptly, and a pair of eyes opened in the darkness, followed by a whisper, "The signs of the birth of the Little Leiyin Temple are getting stronger and stronger."

"On the outskirts of the Salt Mountain Range, many people have witnessed the movement of the Meat Mountain."

The huge creature was naturally Shen Lian, who had been in seclusion for half a year without realizing it. Due to his intensified special abilities, his body had already reached about thirty or forty meters in height.

Fortunately, the dragon body image of the Immortal Profound Art has been eliminated, so it still maintains its human form.

Shen Lian had not yet completed his promotion and temporarily interrupted his retreat to receive the message from Zuo Yan. His expression became more and more solemn.

"The mountains disappeared after they were turned into flesh and blood. Currently, a total of thirteen mountains have disappeared."

"What do you mean by pirated Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Do you want to move the Salt Mountain Range? Where did those meat mountains go?"

Whoosh.

Shen Lian frowned and expanded the cave through his white bone spine.

Now is the critical moment of his retreat, and he has no time to care about the disappearing meat mountain. God knows what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva means. "It will probably take another half a year for Banyan Tree to complete his promotion to the sixth level."

The promotion to the sixth level is different from the past. Although the disadvantage is still the specific loss of control, Shen Lian feels that the growth rate of flesh, blood and bones is relatively slow, rather than increasing to the extreme in a short period of time.

For him, it was just a slightly long sleep.

His cultivation was not affected at all, and even because of the counter-attack during the banyan tree's promotion, the golden body of martial arts was gradually approaching the bottleneck of the fourth realm.

"The trouble is all happening outside the mountain range, which means the other party is very afraid of the banyan tree."

"It's still a long time before the Little Leiyin Temple comes into being, and the number of cases of mountain revitalization has been gradually decreasing recently, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

Shen Lian patted the roots of the banyan tree, and his soul inadvertently swept across the teleportation tree of Wuzhuang Temple.

The ginseng fruit tree is no longer upside down, and the fruit tasting conference thousands of years ago seems to be just an illusion that can never be replicated by traveling through time.

Inside Wuzhuang Temple, the demon transformed by the breeze and bright moon has revived and started wandering around again.

All the monks who had mistakenly entered the Wuzhuang Temple became fertilizers connected to the roots of the trees, providing nutrients to nourish the ginseng fruit trees and keeping them alive.

"I have to admit that I am indeed... the innate holy body of recognition."

After going in and out of Wuzhuang Temple, he not only formally became the disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, but also made a bunch of fellow earthly immortal brothers and sisters in Wuzhuang Temple.

Shen Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He is not a helpful good guy, but he doesn't mind helping his demonized senior brothers and sisters once he becomes strong enough.

Moreover, if we want to get the Tang Dynasty back on track, we also need the help of monks of higher levels.

He has come into contact with his senior brothers and sisters, and the earthly immortals seem to have retained some intelligence. The breeze and the bright moon have been protecting the remaining soul. Maybe they can rescue it?
"Become a land immortal first, otherwise you won't be qualified to become an earth immortal."

Shen Lian yawned, and his instinct began to urge him to concentrate on retreat.

"It just so happens that the ghost gourd's medicinal wine has been used up."

He swept across the middle dantian, and the alchemy furnace produced a large number of fruits.

The elixir fruit bred from the demonized corpse of the Taoist child is called the [Fairy Child Fruit].

【Fairy Fruit】

[Grown from the banyan tree, the core of the fruit contains a trace of immortal remains, which can be refined into a magical tool to promote life; the flesh is full of medicinal power, and taking it can significantly increase the growth of cultivation. ]

Shen Lian yawned repeatedly, simply processed the fairy fruit and threw it into the ghost gourd.

He was unable to distract himself from refining the ghost gourd, so he let the magic weapon absorb the remains of immortals and gods on its own. The pattern on the surface should be able to show a few more immortals and gods.

It is equivalent to increasing the foundation of the magic weapon, which will affect its power after it is promoted to a treasure.

The elixir fruit produced by the demonized ginseng fruit is called the [Demon Ginseng Fruit].

【Demon Ginseng Fruit】

[Grown from the banyan tree, taking one pill can extend your lifespan by 3,500 years, taking the second pill can extend your lifespan by 1,300 years, taking the third pill can extend your lifespan by 500 years, and taking the fourth pill has no effect.]

"Haha, the ginseng fruit tree is almost being drained dry by Zhen Yuanzi. It's already good that the fruit can increase the lifespan by 3,500 years."

Shen Lian thought of the upper half of the ginseng fruit tree that was transformed into Buddha.

Zhen Yuanzi's method of transferring the cost may have been learned from beheading the three corpses.

The three corpses refer to the three evil thoughts in the body of an immortal.

The upper corpse worm is called Penghou. It lives in people’s heads and makes people stupid and dumb.

The corpse worm is called Pengzhi. It lives in the human chest and causes troubles and delusions.

The lower corpse worm is called Peng Jiao. It lives in the human abdomen and makes people greedy and lustful.

Thousands of years ago, there was a saying in Taoism that "If you kill the three corpses, you will become a Golden Immortal."

Zhen Yuanzi's strength should be second only to the Three Pure Ones, and he is definitely more than just a Daluo Jinxian, so after beheading the fourth corpse, he may have made further progress.

"No wonder Zhen Yuanzi obviously disdains Patriarch Bodhi's behavior of resisting Mahayana Buddhism. It seems that he thinks he is the authentic Taoist."

"But..."

"The fourth corpse that was cut off by trickery through Mahayana Buddhism, that half of the ginseng fruit tree turned into a demon, can Zhen Yuanzi really deal with it?"

Shen Lian felt a chill down his spine, but unfortunately he didn't see clearly who wiped the butt at that time.

The other party cut off the demonized part of the ginseng fruit tree and grafted half a peach tree on it, forcibly continuing the meaning of Wuzhuang Temple. It is very likely that this person set up the 81 difficulties.

Shen Lian threw all the demon ginseng fruits into the ghost gourd.

There are not many elixir fruits, and it would be a waste to take them directly without brewing medicinal wine.

Shen Lian was just about to continue his retreat when he received another message from Zuo Yan, saying that the government had finally found some clues and asked whether he wanted to conduct a further investigation.

When Zuo Yan discovered that the meat mountain had disappeared, resentment was everywhere.

The Meat Mountain is likely heading to the deeper levels of the Ghost Market.

"Ghost market?"

Shen Lian frowned slightly and asked Zuo Yan to send people to guard the first and second floors of the Ghost Market, telling them not to rush in and wait until he came out.

"It is said that being in the deep ghost market will consume a lot of lifespan."

After he learned that it would consume his lifespan, he never considered entering the Ghost Market again. After all, the lifespan a warrior could gain by being promoted was very limited.

"I don't know what kind of thing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made of these meat mountains, but they are hiding in the deep ghost market. Even I can't do anything about them."

Shen Lian has always suspected that the Ghost Market is the path to the underworld.

This seems to be confirmed now.

The magical powers and taboos of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva may require a large number of ghosts to be exerted, so go to the ghost market to collect and dispatch ghost soldiers and generals.

"Forget it. No matter how many ghosts come, they are just food for the hungry ghosts. Besides, Di Ting should be the first one to come out."

Click click click.

Shen Lian's consciousness fell into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness again, with countless roots wrapping around his body.

(End of this chapter)