I can't be a demon.

Chapter 294: The Stomach of the Moral Lord
Shen Lian didn't waste any words and happily reached a consensus with the two of them.

It is not uncommon for the alchemists of Chechi State to cooperate with Biyun. If they had not appeared at the Peach Banquet, and the Plague Department later discovered that Biyun was dead, wouldn't they have been blamed for nothing?

Only by accompanying Shen Lian to complete the play can you escape unscathed.

Fortunately, the Peach Festival is of great importance, and Shen Lian would not cause trouble. After all, even the Taoist Fushan of the Nine Realms of the Heavenly Palace did not dare to say that he could escape unscathed.

Taoist Qingshan looked at Shen Lian's back with a worried look on his face, his heart filled with uneasiness.

"Let's go."

The Peach Banquet was about to begin, so they set off immediately.

Shen Lian opened his mouth and spit out dark clouds, which surged out. His method was exactly the same as Biyun's, and even mixed with a faint scent of immortal seeds.

The imitation of strength is definitely superficial, but it is difficult to see the flaws without fighting.

Taoist Fushan felt horrified. If he didn't know in advance that it was Shen Lian who transformed himself, he would not be able to tell the difference with his level of cultivation.

The two of them honestly pointed out the location of the Peach Banquet and carefully informed Shen Lian of the relevant matters, fearing that the latter would act rashly.

"This Peach Festival is organized by the Plague Department. The cultivators from the other eight departments may not necessarily come, but there will definitely be land immortals from the Plague Department in charge."

Every word Qingshan Taoist spoke was filled with a desire to survive, fearing that Shen Lian was not aware of the situation.

You know, the gap between the Nine Realms of Heaven and the immortals on land is equivalent to the difference between immortals and mortals, and currently only the Little Leiyin Temple and the Eight Divisions of Ghost Market have a considerable number of immortals on land.

A thousand years ago, the immortals on land could be called "human immortals".

Even if Shen Lian is extremely powerful, he cannot compare with the immortals on land, and the guardian ghosts and gods are also restricted everywhere in the deep ghost market.

"kindness."

Shen Lian had a blank expression on his face as he sorted out the gifts that Biyun had brought with her.

The storage bag was just an ordinary magical tool, filled with various resources, the only valuable ones being a dozen or so mid- and low-quality peaches.

As a Dao Infant in the seventh realm, Biyun had just taken over a Peach Garden from Emperor Huang Zengtian. It was extremely rare for her to have accumulated such a fortune.

Shen Lian did not act rashly and carefully put away the peaches.

"It's a pity that there is no technique. I hope the way the Plague Department passes on the technique won't be too complicated, otherwise it will be difficult to obtain it."

Biyun's soul was riddled with holes from the immortal seeds, but it had nothing to do with demons, so it was impossible to cultivate the skills through the fishing magic.

"Which of the Eight Divisions of the Ghost Market have you come into contact with?"

Taoist Qingshan swallowed his saliva and felt creepy when he saw Shen Lian thinking about something.

"There is only the Plague Department. If it weren't for the fact that Grand Emperor Huang Zengtian was under the jurisdiction of the Plague Department, the forces of the Cave Mansion would rarely come into contact with the Eight Departments of the Ghost City. However, I have seen some cultivators from the Eight Departments, uh..."

Taoist Fushan quickly added: "Their physical and spiritual states are very strange. It feels like they are about to go crazy at any time. And..."

"It's not very rational either, so don't provoke them."

Shen Lian had a deep understanding of this. Biyun's heat-shooting immortal seeds were sealed in the lotus platform. They felt like cancer cells. As long as there were nutrients, they would multiply crazily until they were completely extinct.

If he didn't need to reveal the aura of the Heat-Shooting Immortal Seed, he wouldn't dare to hide it in his body at all.

If you are not careful, the immortal seed will be completely out of control.

The heat-shooting immortal seed is different from the newly born addiction immortal seed. Once it is contaminated with Shen Lian's flesh, blood, and bones, it will be difficult for the lotus platform to remove it completely.

"What are the eight parts of the Ghost Market?"

Taoist Fushan thought for a moment, "It is the Thunder Department, Fighting Department, Wealth Department, Plague Department, Fire Department, Water Department, Smallpox Department, and Tai Sui Department."

"We don't know the specific strength."

Shen Lian compared the information from his previous life and had the impression that the Eight Divisions of Heaven were mainly composed of the Fighting Division and the Thunder Division. The Fighting Division was full of generals of all ranks in Heaven, while the Thunder Division had the most immortals and gods.

But the Eight Departments of Ghost Market are definitely different. Why does it feel like the main responsibility of the Plague Department, which is in charge of diseases, in Ghost Market is to plant peach trees?
The entire journey was speechless.

Shen Lian's flying speed was neither fast nor slow.

It seems to be recuperating, but in fact it is waiting for the roots of the teleportation tree to grow.

After the banyan tree was promoted to the sixth level, the efficiency of the teleportation tree's transfer increased greatly, and it only took half a day to replant it.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

As the destination approaches, a light salty smell fills my mouth and nose.

Taoist Fushan had an unsightly expression on his face, his eyes fixed on the end of the endless forest, and vaguely he could see streams of mist rising into the sky.

He looked at his arms again and saw sweat seeping out of his pores and vaporizing.

"Taboo, or disease?"

The water mist gathers to form thick layers of sea of ​​clouds.

The most iconic feature of the Peach Banquet is a peach tree that is a hundred meters tall, with scattered human figures walking around the trunk.

"Something is wrong. Why is there a taboo of ten thousand year old ghosts around the Peach Festival?"

Taoist Qingshan groaned, and sweat began to seep out of his pores uncontrollably. Then his body temperature began to rise, and the sweat turned into mist and dissipated.

Taoist Fushan also showed the same symptoms.

They could clearly feel that they were infected with some disease, and that a large amount of water in their bodies was being lost, which had even begun to affect their Tao infants.

Shen Lian quickly followed, but absorbed the mist back into his body with every breath.

He said calmly, "It seems that the Peach Festival is not just for land immortals. The surrounding area is already shrouded in the disease of [night sweats] for a hundred miles."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of ​​clouds above the hundred-meter-high peach tree began to surge.

A giant shadow of seventy or eighty meters tall was looming.

The giant shadow in the cloud had no human form at all, but was actually made up of a vast amount of [Night Sweating Immortal Seeds], like countless mayflies gathered together. The mayflies turned into the shape of intestines, constantly swallowing and spitting out water mist, and there was resentment spreading everywhere.

Shen Lian was unable to tell the level of the giant figure in the clouds, but it was at least 20,000 years old. The taboo in the ghost realm was the spread of night sweats.

“That is…” Taoist Fushan opened his mouth wide, with fear in his eyes.

"I think it should be Nuoxian from the Plague Department."

The giant shadow in the clouds exudes the resentment unique to a thousand-year-old ghost, but it is made up of immortal seeds.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a demon created when a monk from the Plague Department failed to be promoted to a terrestrial immortal and his body and soul were devoured by the immortal seed.

The Nuo fairy who turned into a demon no longer reproduced, and the fairy seed only formed a stomach.

"Nuoxian?!"

Taoist Qingshan felt a chill down his spine and murmured, "Sure enough, there is a related record in the Sanqing Temple of Chechi Kingdom. The Nuo Immortal of the Plague Department is also known as... [The Stomach of the Moral Heavenly Venerable]."

Taoist Fushan smiled bitterly and asked, "Why is there a Nuo fairy at the Peach Festival?"

"Teaching the Way."

There was an extra peach fruit in Shen Lian's hand. The little man inside had fallen into a deep sleep since the fruit was picked. However, after being in the Nuo fairy's ghost domain, he showed signs of waking up.

"It seems that the source of the Plague Department disciples is the peaches, which are bestowed upon them by the Nuo Immortal's immortal seeds and the corresponding Taoist inheritance."

The so-called Peach Banquet is also a ceremony for the Plague Department to recruit disciples.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and reminded: "Try to close your pores and don't die of dehydration."

As he spoke, he took out a few drops of Tianhe Water and handed them to the two of them. "Each drop of Tianhe Water is equivalent to the amount of water in a pond. If you hold it under your tongue, it will ensure that your body will not be seriously injured."

"Thank you... Master Plague Immortal."

The two men had complicated expressions and did not dare to call Shen Lian's real name. They followed closely, one in front and the other behind.

After a long time, Shen Lian put away the dark clouds and came to the foot of the hundred-meter-tall peach tree. He could see that the branches were full of fruits, but there were no little people inside. Instead, it contained all kinds of strange and wonderful treasures from heaven and earth.

The soul can communicate with Pantao to know the life span required to purchase goods. It can be seen that the only money circulating in the deep ghost market is life span.

There were not many monks present, and a dozen monks from the Plague Department were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.

They all have reached the ninth realm of the Heavenly Palace, and it can be seen that they have high seniority and seniority. They probably came to the Peach Banquet to assign new disciples.

The monks from the Plague Department were affected by night sweats, and their sweat kept evaporating.

However, he had long been accustomed to Nuo Xian, and occasionally took pills to replenish water. Instead, he was cultivating his own immortal seed with the help of Nuo Xian's ghost realm.

Taoist Qingshan felt relieved, as it seemed that Biyun would not be taken seriously at the Peach Banquet.

"Well, Biyun, you are here."

The Plague Elder sat cross-legged on the first seat, with a Taoist pattern of the true scripture transformed from the immortal seed between his eyebrows.

Although he was a terrestrial immortal, the state of his body and soul was visibly unstable, and the incomplete scriptures he created always had obvious flaws.

"It's fatal."

Hearing the Plague Minister's elder calling Shen Lian, Qingshan and the other man were terrified.

Shen Lian looked shameless, as if he didn't know what nervousness was. He saluted to the elder of the Plague Department and said, "Greetings, elder."

"Biyun, you... have entered the Eighth Realm."

Whenever the Plague Elder opens his mouth, his body becomes shriveled, and when he closes his mouth, it returns to its original state, which shows the instability of his body and soul.

"Yes."

Shen Lian's strength exposed some of the heat-injected bacteria, trying his best to imitate Biyun's breath.

He was ready to escape at any time. The teleportation tree was just half a meter underground. He was confident that he could withstand a few attacks from the immortals on land.

Shen Lian actually had no idea, he just guessed that the monks from the Plague Department were unable to use their souls.

The primordial spirit is used to contain the immortal seed and should not be released easily.

"Your body and soul are stable. Biyun, your aptitude is still good."

The Plague Elder nodded and said, "When Nuoxian teaches, you can watch from the sidelines, and maybe you can understand a little bit."

After saying this, he continued to close his eyes and rest, ignoring Fushan and the other man.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. The qualifications of Wuzhuang Temple mainly depend on spiritual roots and immortal bones, while the Eight Divisions of Ghost Market focus on whether the body and soul are stable.

It can be seen that every time they break through, they will most likely have to go through a life-and-death experience.

Shen Lian did not consider that his condition was too stable, which seemed to make the elders look at him with a high regard. Could it be that he could obtain the Plague Tribe's orthodoxy by accident?
A ghost Taoist boy who was in charge of ransom led the three people to a position near the edge and sat down.

"Please ask the Plague Fairy to offer us peaches."

Shen Lian took out ten peaches, and the soul in the Niwan Palace quietly entered one of them.

The Taoist boy took it respectfully and then buried the peaches under the tree. The night sweat fairy seed acted on the little man in the fruit core invisibly. If he could survive the baptism of the disease, he would be able to join the plague department.

Taoist Qingshan let out a long breath. Seeing that he had sneaked into the Peach Banquet, all he had to do next was...

Sudden.

His expression was unusually stiff, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed a crow perched on the branch of the Peach Tree.

When he looked up again, the crow had disappeared, but Taoist Qingshan still recognized at a glance that the crow was the guardian ghost.

"He... he really wants to cause trouble. He will die. He will definitely die!!!"

(End of this chapter)