I can't be a demon.

Chapter 298 Shen Lian is the Daozi of the Plague Department

"vomit……"

Elder Fengjing's stomach and intestines began to churn, and he couldn't help but vomit a large amount of acid.

The Plague Department's Taoist tradition has obvious flaws. Even if one successfully advances to a land immortal, one will often experience stomach discomfort. The only benefit is that one can use the stomach to communicate with the Plague Department's Nuo immortals.

There was something wrong with his stomach, which was a subtle warning from Nuoxian of the Plague Department.

Elder Feng Jing fled towards the location of the previous Peach Banquet. "The commotion caused by Di Ting's reincarnation is really too big. Could there be any changes?"

By the time the hundred-meter-long peach tree came into view, the three people had disappeared.

The hundred-meter-tall peach tree was slightly tilted, and a long and narrow crack appeared on the ground, faintly mingling with the unique sandalwood scent of Buddhist scriptures.

Elder Feng Jing looked carefully and immediately noticed the bloodstains scattered everywhere.

The bloodstains came from Li Mingyuan, and there was a high probability that he was in grave danger.

"Is it over?"

"Li Mingyuan is dead?"

"Where is Biyun? Has she transformed into Di Ting?"

Elder Feng Jing felt it was a great pity that Biyun's talent was unprecedented, but the fact that she became a stepping stone for the Little Leiyin Temple only showed that the Plague Department was doomed.

"Wait, something's wrong."

Elder Feng Jing frowned, realizing that the traces did not seem to be caused by Li Mingyuan or Liao Que, but more like the result of one man's strength overcoming ten men's skills.

"Biyun was originally a heat-shooting immortal, and now he has switched to practicing the night sweats immortal. Both of these sects are not good at the physical body. Is there a fourth person?"

"Did the other seven departments intervene?"

The eight tribes of Ghost Market are not a monolithic entity. The Plague Tribe joined forces with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to plot against the Lu Zu Temple, which had already caused dissatisfaction among the other seven righteous gods.

Elder Feng Jing immediately dispelled his speculation: "It's impossible. A soldier who is good at physical body will also have the aura of immortal seed, not to mention that he is extraordinary in strength."

"Let's inform the Plague Department first. This is really strange."

He felt a great headache. Once the Little Leiyin Temple was involved, it would be extremely troublesome, and there must be spies planted by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Plague Department.

Elder Feng Jing was just about to leave the Hundred-meter Peach Tree.

Sudden.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he walked to the top of the peach tree and stared at the crack on the ground.

An extremely large fist print came into view.

No matter how Elder Feng Jing looked at it, he couldn't figure out whether the fist mark was real or fake, but an incredible guess inexplicably arose in his mind.

Could it be that it was Biyun, the Nuo Fairy from the Plague Department, who preached and transformed her body?
"That's unrealistic, unless... the person who received the sermon was not Biyun."

Elder Feng Jing's heart was beating wildly, and his face turned red. "I don't know the purpose of his sneaking into the Peach Festival, but it definitely has nothing to do with the Little Leiyin Temple, and he has no connection with the other seven tribes."

He closed his eyes and thought, thinking of the surprise Biyun showed when facing the preaching of Nuoxian from the Plague Department, which seemed to be mixed with a bit of eagerness to try.

"What kind of qualifications would make Nuoxian take the initiative to preach?"

Elder Feng Jing was not mistaken, that man's true cultivation level was indeed only at the eighth level of the Divine Wandering Realm, yet he managed to escape unscathed despite facing both of them.

It is even possible that Li Mingyuan was killed.

"He came here for the inheritance of the Plague Tribe? Why did he choose the Plague Tribe instead of the most powerful of the eight tribes, the Tai Sui Tribe?"

Elder Feng Jing hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, and quietly covered up the traces of the fight on the ground.

As soon as he opened his mouth and spit, dense germs spread out, filling the soil, causing vegetation to grow rapidly, and blood and bone residue to be quietly collected...

After Elder Feng Jing finished his work, no one could have noticed that a fight had taken place not long ago.

"If you want to find out whether he is a friend or foe, you need to go to Biyun's Peach Garden."

Elder Feng Jing sank into the clouds, his magical powers wrapped around himself, and he walked silently for half a day before arriving at the Peach Garden under the jurisdiction of Biyun.

There are a total of eighteen land temples in Pantao Garden.

He searched room by room patiently, and soon found a clue.

Among them, there was a land temple that was in a mess, with fist and palm marks everywhere. It was obvious that the real Biyun died here.

"..."

Elder Feng Jing stood in front of the courtyard gate with a look of disbelief.

There was a peach the size of a human head hanging on the branch, with signs of decay showing on its surface, and there was nothing inside the fruit pit.

Just by looking at the extraordinary size of the peaches, you can tell that it is not simple.

"He was...he was born from peaches?"

"His physical strength has at least reached the extreme of the mortal world, his cultivation is at the eighth level of the divine realm, and his talent is unprecedented among the eight tribes of the Ghost City."

If it exists like this, could it really be native to the Peach Tree?
Elder Feng Jing could only describe him as born holy with one sentence, "There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from heaven, and one of them escaped. Perhaps he is one of the ones in the Plague Department who received the help of heaven."

"Or, is he the reincarnation of the Plague Immortal from the Ancient Heaven?"

Elder Feng Jing is merely an outer sect elder in charge of the [Killing Sweating Taoist Temple]. He is unknown among the eight tribes, and his status in the Plague Tribe is not very high either.

But he knew that the Eight Divisions had been exploring the ancient heaven at the end of the Ghost Market.

But the progress is limited.

"No matter who he is, he must be the modern-day [Plague Minister]."

The so-called Daozi refers to the eight tribes of cultivators who have the qualities of righteous gods. The other seven tribes in Ghost Market have at least one Daozi, and the Tai Sui tribe even has three Daozi who have appeared out of nowhere for many years.

"I must find a way to conceal Daozi's existence. The Plague Department is now facing internal and external troubles, and even the situation of the righteous gods is not optimistic."

"Once he is exposed, Xiao Leiyin Temple will soon follow the clues and find out who is behind him."

Elder Feng Jing cleaned up the land temple and pretended that the land god had died suddenly due to exhaustion, and immediately arranged for new land to take over.

"Let Biyun disappear. The Plague Department will only think it's related to the Little Leiyin Temple."

"The most urgent thing is that I have to find Daozi's trace."

Elder Feng Jing’s face was filled with worry.

Daozi faced the two men and escaped unscathed, so his body and soul must have been severely injured, and he might still be recuperating in the Great Emperor Huang Zengtian. He felt that he could not tell anyone, and tried his best to let Daozi gain a foothold in the Plague Department first.

"Let's go back to the temple first and settle the new disciples."

"Let's take one step at a time."

Elder Feng Jing went straight back to the temple and could see from afar that the temple had already activated a magic array to prevent any of the disciples' immortal seeds from getting out of control.

The preaching temple is where disciples who have just entered the sect temporarily retreat to refine the immortal seeds. Once they have successfully mastered the immortal seeds, they will take them to the deep ghost market.

Zhou Fu was in charge of the preaching temple. When he saw Elder Feng Jing, he hurried over to greet him.

"Elder Feng Jing..."

Elder Feng Jing asked in a deep voice: "What's the situation?"

"It's not optimistic. Perhaps it's because the teachings of Nuoxian from the Plague Department are concentrated on one person, so most of the new disciples have ordinary qualifications."

Elder Feng Jing took a deep breath. There were several monks from the Plague Tribe who were protecting the disciples entering the main hall. They also kept shaking their heads.

If one's aptitude is average, not only will resources be wasted, but there is also the risk of going astray.

Once the Plague Immortal Seed gets out of control, the entire Touhan Taoist Temple will be affected.

The Plague Department's Taoist temple accepts disciples every hundred years. It can be predicted that the Night Sweating Department's Taoist temple will find it difficult to replenish fresh blood and will inevitably decline.

However, Elder Feng Jing had no time to take care of the Taoist temple. He just waited for the disciples to come out one after another and sent them to the Daohan Taoist Temple.

At this moment.

He sensed a faint scent of soul.

If I am not mistaken, the aura comes from Li Mingyuan's soul, which will only be revealed when the soul is about to be destroyed.

Elder Feng Jing looked around the main hall, and finally fixed his eyes on a person in the corner.

This person has an ordinary appearance, nothing special about him. Even after half a day, he has not yet refined the immortal seed, which shows that his talent is average.

But Elder Fengjing had a hunch that he was Daozi.

"How brave!"

"Destroy Li Mingyuan's body, seal his soul and make it travel thousands of miles to hide in the Chuan Dao Temple!"

"No wonder he was able to accomplish this. His meticulous thinking is amazing!"

Elder Feng Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought about how to place Daozi.

Shen Lian was vaguely aware of Elder Feng Jing's surveillance, but since he had no ill intentions, he just became more distracted and paid more attention to the movements in the outside world.

He was not hiding his weakness on purpose, it was just that Li Mingyuan's soul was difficult to deal with.

"It is really difficult to use the Yuanshen as a breeding ground for immortal seeds."

Inside Shen Lian's Niwan Palace, besides his own primordial spirit, there was also an indescribable black mist, like an aggregate of countless mayflies, but it still retained Li Mingyuan's intelligence.

The polymer no longer has the special characteristics of immortal species, but is more like a product of souls and bacteria.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, please save me! Save me!!!"

"I'm not willing to give in!!!"

The polymer became increasingly twisted and hideous, and could instantly recover even if it suffered severe damage.

When Shen Lian faced Li Mingyuan before, he had planned to pull him into the real world before taking action. After all, the monks of the Plague Department were far from being comparable to the alchemists.

Unexpectedly, Li Mingyuan didn't dare to fight back, so he took the opportunity to severely injure the other party.

It turned out that the remaining soul of Li Mingyuan was more difficult to deal with than expected. No matter how hard he tried, he always had an endless illusion.

"It's really weird. The monks from the Plague Department feel like they are walking on the edge of a knife."

"Their bodies and souls are on the verge of collapse. They are like a bunch of buggy codes that are forced to run in an inexplicable way."

Shen Lian didn't want to waste any more time, so his soul left the lotus platform.

"eat!!"

The soul sank into the alchemy furnace in the middle dantian, and the polymer rushed over with bared fangs and claws.

[Absorb the demon and transform into immortal seeds, the experience of the boundless corpse tree +0.34%]

"Using your own spirit to refine the immortal seed, you won't know how you died."

Shen Lian withdrew his soul and silently modified the contents of the Night Sweating Plague Pill Method, even if it would sharply reduce the power of the Immortal Seed.

The disciples gradually woke up, but some of them were unable to refine the energy and died from the backlash.

Soon, only Shen Lian was left, still practicing motionlessly.

Zhou Fu was very anxious, fearing that he would delay Elder Feng Jing, but the latter showed no reaction and even took the initiative to maintain the magic circle of the temple.

Half a day later.

Shen Lian finally finished modifying the technique, but it seemed quite different from the original one.

He didn't care. If it didn't work, he could just make up for it with quantity. After integrating dozens of similar techniques, it would definitely be perfect.

[Do you want to spend 1 point to master the Night Sweating Plague Pill Method?]

"determine."

Shen Lian exuded a strong aura of immortal seeds, and on the surface, he seemed to be refining it successfully.

Elder Feng Jing showed a hint of doubt in his eyes. Logically speaking, the compatibility between Daozi and the Night Sweat Immortal Seed was extremely high, but now it seemed extremely forced.

At this moment.

He covered his abdomen, feeling a strong discomfort in his stomach and intestines.

Elder Fengjing looked up at the sky.

Although the clouds were calm, he saw a huge amount of germs surging invisibly, and a presence made up of segments of intestines and stomachs covered the sky.

He is also a Nuo immortal, but he looks like the complete intestines and stomach of the Lord of Dao and Virtue.

(End of this chapter)