I can't be a demon.

Chapter 291 Plague Immortal Technique
Shen Lian had not expected that Heng Lian's six transformations would come so naturally. He could feel the Immortal Mystical Art baptizing his flesh, blood and bones.

Ever since the dragon body image was stripped off, Henglian's transformation is simply the sublimation of the physical body.

Perhaps there will not be a significant change in appearance, but Shen Lian's body size will surely increase dramatically. With the continuous improvement of his horizontal training, he will most likely be like the Heaven and Earth in Journey to the West in the future.

A vortex rose up in the Fruit Core Dojo, and corpse qi poured into Shen Lian’s body.

The old monk looked at the peaches and smelled a faint medicinal fragrance. He thought that Shen Lian was tactful and no longer affected the growth of the peaches.

"Hehehe, it won't be long before we can harvest a top-quality peach."

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the temple, he suddenly noticed something wrong out of the corner of his eye. Some of the branches and leaves of the peach tree were stained with a little yellow.

"wrong!!!"

The old monk had a solemn expression on his face, and more than a dozen pairs of arms were digging up the surrounding soil.

The corpses that were previously buried underground are now only piles of bones. The peach tree is madly absorbing nutrients, but it still cannot maintain its balance.

"Little kid, you probably want me to die."

"How can I die? I want to exchange you and the Plague Fairy for an opportunity."

The old monk's facial features were distorted, and he then threw the corpses one by one into the hole next to the peach tree, finally stopping the withering trend of the branches and leaves.

The cost is that the amount of fertilizer required is more than ten times the original amount.

Seven days later.

The old monk's hair was disheveled, his previously replaced organs were aging bit by bit, and he became anxious and increasingly neurotic.

The yard was now empty, and the corpses were used as fertilizer.

The results of it?
That damn peach barely grew at all, like a bottomless pit swallowing up all nutrients, causing the old monk to doubt his life for a moment.

Finally, the old monk threw even his own hands and feet into the deep pit.

He was like a gambler who had lost all his money, standing in front of the temple gate and looking into the deep mountains and old forests, as if waiting for the plague god he mentioned to come.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

There was a light coming from far away in the sky, and dark clouds were rushing towards the temple.

The old monk heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing this, lifted up his hair and glanced at the peach tree, the greed in his eyes uncontrollably.

Followed by.

An ugly Taoist jumped down from the clouds.

Shen Lian's six transformations of horizontal training had come to an end, but that did not stop him from paying attention to the outside world. He immediately noticed the strange appearance of the visitor.

His appearance was exactly like the Plague Tribe monk described by Zuo Yan.

He had long cinnabar hair, a lotus crown on his head, a face as blue and gray as a copper coin, a huge mouth with fangs, and long and narrow arms that hung down to the ground.

"The aura of the soul is different. It is not the cultivator who tested Yanliang Town earlier."

"The realm is the seventh realm of Dao Infant?"

"impossible?"

Shen Lian frowned slightly. The cultivators from the Plague Department were one major realm behind him, but the threat they posed was greater than that of the ten thousand year old demons.

It's not that he's very powerful, but... very dangerous.

The old monk cordially welcomed the Plague Department monks. Even though the ten thousand year old demons should be able to easily control the seventh level of Dao Infant, "I am here, respectfully welcoming the Plague Department Immortal to descend to the Great Emperor Huang Zengtian."

Shen Lian was surprised. It seemed that the Eight Tribes of Ghost Market were indeed maintaining the rules of Heaven.

The upper realm where the Heavenly Palace is located is divided into thirty-six heavens, which is equivalent to layers of the world, and Taihuang Huangzengtian is the lowest level.

The Eight Tribes of Ghost Market brought the theory of the Thirty-Six Heavens to the Cave Residence, and they were obviously conceited that they were the orthodox of Heaven.

The old monk lowered his brows in deep thought, "This is the first time I have seen a great immortal, I don't know his name."

"Ruizhu Immortal has sublimated into the Nuo Immortal of the Plague Department and reached the realm of immortals on land. For the next thousand years, I, Biyun, will be in charge of the Northwest Peach Garden. If you have anything to say, you can speak up."

Biyun spoke in a clear female voice, which was in stark contrast to her ugly appearance. She kept her mouth and nose closed while speaking to prevent her breath from escaping.

Shen Lian suspected that all the monks in the Plague Department looked the same. Zuo Yan mentioned that the cold wind gushed out of the Taoists' mouths, and it was very likely that their heads had become containers for the virus.

No wonder it feels dangerous, it's like a human-shaped self-propelled virus incubator.

"Replying to the Immortal Wen, the Immortal Ruizhu gave me a lot of blood food when I was young. Recently, the nutrients of the peach tree have been insufficient. Can you give me some more..."

After the old monk saw that the Plague Immortal had changed his person, he was obviously trying to hide Shen Lian's presence. A strong resentment was revealed on his body, and he blocked the entrance and exit of the courtyard.

"How dare you, the land, touch the tribute peaches?"

Biyun grinned, then knocked her forehead hard, and hot air gushed out of her mouth and nose.

The old monk's skin was burning, blood was flowing from his facial features, and his internal organs were like boiling water, the temperature soared, and his flesh, blood, and bones dissolved.

Just as he was about to dispel the disease, iron chains emerged from the soil and pierced through his limbs.

A money-ransom ghost is still a money-ransom ghost. Even if he has practiced Taoism for more than ten thousand years, even if he has reached the eleventh floor of the Ghost Market, he cannot turn over.

“Goddess! Goddess!! Please put away your magical powers. This little land god knows he was wrong!!”

"Yes... the peach tree that I was in charge of grew a top-quality peach, and I was greedy for a moment, so I didn't tell the Plague Fairy."

Biyun snorted coldly and took back the disease that was attached to the old monk.

Shen Lian could see that the disease that Biyun was suffering from was heat stroke, or heatstroke, and that the Plague Department's skills did have their merits.

Of course, it is also very dangerous, and Biyun is very cautious when performing it herself.

"By the way, can I integrate the Plague Department's Taoist heritage into martial arts?"

"They use illness to perform secret techniques. Illness is not a traditional method of practice. I feel there is a certain compatibility."

While Shen Lian was thinking, the six transformations of Henglian ended one after another. He maintained his normal state, but he could feel that Henglian's size had grown by at least ten meters, like a small mountain.

"what?"

Biyun noticed the peaches on the top of the tree at a glance.

Even though 90% of the nutrients were absorbed by Shen Lian, the peaches still benefited greatly. The fruits were already the size of a fist, and the medicinal fragrance could be smelled within ten meters.

Biyun's face was full of enthusiasm and her body temperature rose inadvertently.

"Land God! Please take good care of this fruit for me. I will come to get it after a while."

She licked her lips and murmured with rapid breathing, "I was just wondering how to participate in the auction of the Eight Departments' Peach Festival. If you have a top-quality peach, you will be eligible to enter and exit the Peach Festival."

Shen Lian had heard that there were special auctions in the deep ghost market, and even the disciples of ordinary cave dwellings might not be qualified.

According to the strict rules of the Ghost Market that emphasize trading, the Peach Fair is a great opportunity.

"Plague Fairy, please save me. I will do my best to take care of you."

The old monk was skin and bones. Due to the ravages of heat stroke, all of his transplanted organs had necrotized. He lay crawling on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Land, if you can't do it, there are many ransomed ghosts on the tenth floor of the ghost market who want to ascend, and they are vying to become land."

"Little Land knows."

Biyun took out a strange tumor-shaped token and squeezed it.

Not long after, a carriage drove towards the temple.

There are more than a dozen ten-thousand-year-old ghosts responsible for pulling the cart. It can be seen that the fake heaven is very wealthy and powerful. It must have some special methods, plus it has the support of the ghost market, so it can continuously produce ten-thousand-year-old ghosts.

The carriage stopped and tens of thousands to twenty thousand corpses poured out of the carriage, all from the mountain of flesh.

"Thank you, Plague Fairy!!!"

The old monk hurriedly moved the corpse and replaced the limbs and organs.

With the new organs, his cultivation that was on the verge of collapse finally stabilized. Then he worked non-stop to add fertilizer to the peaches.

At this moment.

Biyun suddenly started coughing violently for no apparent reason. Countless blood vessels burst out from the surface of her skin, and then a broken Taoist pattern faintly appeared between her eyebrows.

puff.

The blood vessels broke through the body, forming a peach tree behind him.

Biyun hurried to the temple and kowtowed to the statues of the Three Pure Ones. Then the signs of her body and soul being possessed by the devil stopped abruptly.

Shen Lian realized that Biyun had not yet fully mastered the disease in her body, which caused the disease to backfire.

"I'm afraid there isn't a single normal person among the Eight Divisions of Ghost Market."

"but……"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes. He always felt that the way the Plague Tribe monks controlled diseases was very similar to the true scriptures created by Patriarch Bodhi. Could it be that they were using diseases to become immortals on earth?
Regardless of whether it involves the Tang Dynasty, it is indeed necessary to explore it.

Also, what is the [Nuoxian] that Biyun mentioned?
"This fruit not only has the potential to be a top-quality fruit, but also has the potential to differentiate into a different kind of fruit."

"Land, you must keep a close watch on it from now on."

A jade bottle appeared in Biyun's palm, containing a drop of colorful fungus.

"go."

The fungus fell on the peaches, and the countless pathogens contained in it penetrated into the fruit core. Shen Lian cursed inwardly when he saw this, but did not act rashly to expose himself, and protected his body and soul with the lotus platform.

Biyun fled and disappeared, leaving behind the old monk with a face full of resentment.

Shen Lian observed the germs closely and found that they were somewhat similar to mayflies.

The word "Tao" that Patriarch Bodhi was about to condense was also in the shape of a mayfly, but the bacteria had almost no spirituality and seemed like a crude imitation.

The fruit core has become a petri dish, with various germs devouring each other and changing the medicinal properties of the peaches. Before long, only one type of germ will survive.

"In fact, you can try to create a martial art that can refine germs. It doesn't matter if it's a little crude. You can complete it later through the Taoist tradition of the Plague Department."

Shen Lian has read countless martial arts books, and his understanding has greatly increased, so he is definitely worth a try.

"correct."

Shen Lian’s soul swept into the ghost gourd.

Speaking of illness, he suddenly remembered the Guanyin willow leaf he had obtained earlier, and the elixir fruit it had bred had already been thrown into the ghost gourd to make wine.

【Guanyin Willow Leaf】

[Refined by Guanyin Bodhisattva, taking it can eliminate all diseases in the world and induce the most special diseases in the body. It is a good spiritual material for refining treasures. 】

The name of the medicinal wine is [Serious Disease Wine], and its effect is almost the same as that of Guanyin Willow Leaf.

【Serious Illness Wine】

[It is brewed from the ghost gourd. After taking it, the body will develop special diseases that adapt to itself, and there is a certain probability of backlash. 】

Shen Lian was not worried about an accident. The germs released by Biyun had not been refined through rituals, and with the lotus platform in charge of his body and soul, there would not be much of a problem.

He drank all the wine that made him sick.

The medicinal power rises in the stomach and intestines, transforming into tiny germs that flow throughout the body through the blood vessels.

At first, the bacteria were about to invade the Niwan Palace, but the lotus platform flashed and they would not go beyond it.

Shen Lian did not feel that the bacteria were a threat, so he simply gradually restrained his strength and guided the bacteria in the Fruit Core Dojo to undergo a survival of the fittest process within his body.

The old monk approached the peach tree and looked at Shen Lian in doubt and surprise. He had never seen such a villain take the initiative to swallow the immortal seed of the plague department.

(End of this chapter)