I can't be a demon.

Chapter 292 Taoist Scripture [Immortal Seed]

The old monk licked his lips.

Normally, the fruit core man would gradually be assimilated by the Plague Immortals and had never become the master, which made him shudder.

Thinking carefully back to the previous experience, this peach did behave unusually strangely.

"Unbelievable, could it really be as the Plague Fairy said, a rare... exotic fruit?"

The so-called exotic fruit refers to the fruit that has the Plague Department's immortal seeds fused into its medicinal properties. It is definitely the most superior treasure for the Plague Department's cultivators to practice.

The old monk came closer to take a look. As the bacteria multiplied and grew, an inexplicable Taoist rhythm was flowing, and countless bacteria isolated the fruit core Taoist temple.

His face was intoxicated, and he couldn't help but transplant a large number of pupils on his forehead to visualize the fruit core.

Because of the Plague Fairy, the old monk had originally given up on getting his hands on the peaches. But as the fragrance of the peaches wafted in his face, the thought reappeared, and he even heard voices whispering in his ears.

The voice induced him to eat the strange fruit, and he would be able to ascend to heaven.

"no!"

The old monk bit his tongue and retreated several meters to the gate of the courtyard.

"The exotic fruit belongs to the Plague Fairy. I... just have a small piece of land."

The old monk was breathing heavily and did not notice the strangeness after coming into contact with the peaches. The organs transplanted in various parts of his body were aging rapidly.

At the same time, my thinking came to a standstill and I could no longer suppress distracting thoughts.

"But why!!!"

"The Plague Immortals are born holy. We, the money-giving ghosts, have practiced hard for hundreds of years, but we have ended up working like slaves for the Plague Immortals."

The old monk asked and answered himself neurotically. The discomfort became more and more intense, as if billions of ants were gnawing at his internal organs.

"I……"

He realized belatedly that his flesh, blood and bones were beginning to dissolve.

The surface of the skin was covered with red spots, and the organs that could have functioned for more than a month showed signs of failure in a short period of time.

The old monk looked up at the peaches, fear in his eyes.

"I am sick?"

"Can……"

"I didn't eat the peaches at all. Could it be that I would get sick just by being close to them? What kind of plague-causing immortal seed is inside?!"

The old monk was shaking all over and his limbs were falling off one after another.

"I'm not sick! I can't possibly be sick. It must be that the Immortal Biyun noticed that I was greedy and gave me a small punishment. Immortal, I will give you fertilizer right away. Don't dare to have any evil thoughts again."

The old monk quickly picked up a few arms, but they aged rapidly right after being transplanted.

The fear in his heart grew more and more intense. He crawled on all fours and pulled the corpses into the pit, while repeating the limb transplants in defiance of evil.

"No no no!!!"

There are mayfly-shaped talismans formed on the surface of the peaches.

Shen Lian ignored the old monk's hysterical wails and guided the bacteria into his body, his soul immersed in the shock brought by the bacteria.

The Taoist tradition of the Plague Department may have many flaws.

But the degree of mystery is still astonishing, and one can even glimpse the lingering charm of the Great Dao, which shows that the Plague Department of Ghost Market and the Plague Department of Heaven are indeed closely related.

"In the 27th year of Zhenguan, a large number of immortals and gods were reborn with the help of the Refining Sutra, including Zhen Yuanzi who killed the fourth corpse and ascended to the Daoist ancestor."

"The Plague Department Immortal Seed is obviously an attempt by the Heavenly Court to find a substitute for the True Scripture."

Shen Lian's expression could not remain calm. His soul was staring at the germs attached to his internal organs. The germs combined with each other to form Taoist talismans.

【Xianzhong】 is the true scripture of disease created by the Plague Department.

As expected, they used the immortal seeds to merge with their own Taoist infants and primordial spirits, and used the immortal seeds to become immortals on land.

Shen Lian could see that the Plague Immortal Seed and the Bodhi Patriarch's self-created scriptures were 70% similar.

From the perspective of Patriarch Bodhi, the Plague Immortal Clan was undoubtedly a failure. They tried to draw a tiger but ended up drawing a dog instead, which is equivalent to Hinayana Buddhism.

Even if one is promoted to a land immortal through the Plague Immortal Seed, his strength will be greatly reduced.

But Shen Lian felt that the Plague Department's Immortal Seed was extremely successful.

Although the Plague Seed seems incomplete, bacteria have a certain variability, and there is room for it to be completely completed in the future.

Once completed, the Plague Department Immortal Seed is equivalent to creating one's own true scripture.

Of course, judging by Biyun's previous performance, it seemed that she would be attacked by the Plague Immortal at any time and turned into an indescribable monster.

Shen Lian murmured with interest: "If I want to follow the self-created true scripture to ascend to the land immortal, I can only follow the example of the Plague Department Immortals."

"after all……"

Shen Lian showed fear on his face, thinking of the moment when Patriarch Bodhi was about to complete the word "Tao", he revealed the despair of being on the verge of going astray.

Facts have proven that creating one's own scriptures is quite risky.

The incompleteness of the Plague Department's immortal species is to avoid risks.

"Land immortal, land immortal."

There are now two paths in front of Shen Lian.

Refine the true scriptures and go to the sacred mountain in the west.

He created his own true scripture and got closer to the Eight Divisions of Heaven.

"At present, it seems that creating your own scriptures is more reliable..."

Shen Lian looked at the statue of Sanqing with a wry smile. Who knew whether it was really reliable or not? God knew the current situation of Sanqing himself.

"I have the teleportation tree. I can enter and exit the Deep Ghost Market at will. At least I have the opportunity to try and make mistakes."

“Whether you create your own true scriptures or refine the true scriptures, you must integrate them into the martial arts. You will not necessarily experience the despair of Bodhi Patriarch.”

Shen Lian had a clear mind and was secretly planning his next move.

"The Plague Tribe monks all look the same, so it shouldn't be difficult to blend in."

"My goal is not only to inherit the Taoism of the Plague Department, but also to obtain the Taoism of the eight departments of the Ghost City. The eight departments should all have unique immortal seeds."

Learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses, so that martial arts can thrive with the nutrients brought by the Eight Divisions of the Ghost Market! ! The battle between the pathogenic bacteria and immortal species began to intensify.

Shen Lian couldn't help but groan, and the corpse gas in the Fruit Core Dojo formed a vortex, and at the same time, the medicinal wine continued to pour into his stomach.

The pathogenic bacteria and immortal species are carrying out a process of survival of the fittest using flesh, blood, and bones as their battlefield.

There is still some residual medicinal power from the serious illness wine, which is also causing the pathogenic bacteria to kill each other. The pathogenic bacteria that is most suitable for martial arts is about to be born.

Shen Lian was very curious about what kind of disease could be helpful to martial arts.

Before long, the strength of the pathogenic bacteria gradually became clear, and the lotus platform emitted light. In order to prevent the pathogenic bacteria from dying, they were all absorbed into the middle dantian.

Eventually, an inconspicuous group of pathogens emerged.

Shen Lian had a strange expression on his face, because this pathogen was very common among all diseases, and was not even considered a very deadly disease.

But I have to say that it is indeed very suitable for martial arts.

The middle dantian has become a breeding ground for mayfly talismans. Although each talisman is shapeless, they all contain the rhyme of Tao.

The golden body of martial arts began to throb, wanting to devour the pathogenic bacteria seed.

Shen Lian controlled the lotus platform to converge its light.

As a result, as the light dimmed, the pathogenic bacteria began to backfire.

Shen Lian's skin was itchy, and when he opened his eyes he saw red spots all over the surface.

"First, create a simple martial arts technique to restrain the germs. I can't expect to be able to control them as easily as I want, but at least I can't let it affect my body and soul."

A vast amount of martial arts content flooded into Shen Lian's mind, and he was searching for useful information.

Not to mention, the martial arts that he had learned from the fishing skills and devouring the souls of demons were all kinds of strange, and there was indeed a poison-related horizontal training that was related to them.

[Poison Mountain Horizontal Training Method]

[Created by Shen Lian, it was realized by visualizing a poisonous toad. To get started, one needs to cultivate a poison sac organ in the body that can hold toxins. After reaching Mahayana, one will be immune to all poisons, and all toxins will be stored in the poison sac.]

"Hiss, it seems feasible. We can create an organ specifically for sealing away pathogenic bacteria."

"If it gets out of control, just dispose of the organs directly."

Shen Lian seemed to be thinking about something. He used the Poison Mountain Horizontal Training Method as a framework, improving and modifying it bit by bit, and constantly using his wisdom eye to determine the pros and cons.

He had just experienced the ravages of the pathogenic bacteria and his body was in a state of exhaustion.

When Shen Lian was concentrating on creating martial arts, the Immortal Mysterious Art instinctively absorbed the corpse qi, which was even more crazy than the six transformations.

The peaches became wilted and their branches and leaves turned yellow again.

The old monk's back was mostly curled up, and the ground was covered with failed organs and limbs. No matter how much transplantation was performed, aging could not be stopped.

After he discovered something was wrong with the peach tree, he banged his head against the ground repeatedly.

If the peach tree dies, the plague minister will pull out his tendons and skin himself!!!

No matter how reluctant the old monk was, he had no choice but to continue transporting the corpses. The unknown disease in his body worsened and his spiritual power continued to decline.

"Damn Plague Fairy, you want to take my peaches for nothing!"

"She must have been the one who caused me to contract this terrible disease. She is so vicious!!"

"You dare to make decisions without reaching the level of a land immortal. What will happen in the future? You don't even take the land of Taihuang Huang Zengtian seriously!"

The old monk's facial features were distorted to the extreme, and he kept cursing the Plague God.

Suddenly he slowed down his pace and looked at the peaches with burning eyes. The strange fruit on the top had grown to the size of a human head without him knowing.

"Plague Fairy, you won't let me eat the peaches, but I want to eat them anyway."

"After eating the exotic fruit, I can definitely ascend to the next level of Taiming Yuwan Heaven. No, it's the next level of Qingming Hechong Heaven!"

Even if you go deep into the ghost market, the ransom ghosts are still at the bottom of the land, but every ransom ghost cannot resist the opportunity to ascend.

"Eat you!"

The old monk climbed up to the branch with great difficulty, opened his bloody mouth and bit into the peach.

Just as his upper and lower jaws were about to close, he stood still in shock, and the little man in the fruit core dojo in front of him disappeared.

"The little doll slipped out?"

"If you only eat peaches, the medicinal properties will be greatly reduced."

"Let me look for it. There is no way the baby can run away from the temple. It is only the size of a grain of rice. My old eyes are dim and it will take some effort to find it."

The old monk's eyes were cloudy and his vision was blurry, so he quickly replaced his pupils with new ones.

"Uh."

He stood there in disbelief, a shadow of terror hanging over the temple.

A huge monster over twenty meters tall was looking down at him.

The old monk recognized it at a glance. It was the little baby that had been magnified countless times.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Old bald donkey, you are terminally ill and only have 8,000 years of cultivation left. You'd better die soon!"

Shen Lian threw a violent punch, breaking the old monk's ribs. He fell to the ground with blood all over his face and was picked up by a hand.

"You are not a peach, what kind of monster are you?!!"

"I am your father!"

The old monk couldn't exert any strength at all. An unknown chronic disease was corroding his body. All his organs and limbs were aging, and he was filled with a strong sense of resentment.

He realized belatedly that the stubborn disease came from what was before him.

"What kind of immortal seed is it?"

"You guys call this an addiction rash, but I prefer to call it an allergy."

[Appraisal completed, Ksitigarbha Yama experience +6.78%]

Fists rained down like a storm, and the old monk was not stopped until he was smashed into a pulp.

(End of this chapter)