I can't be a demon.

Chapter 302: Hysteria? I can't tell
Shen Lian walked among the halls of the old alchemy room facing the rising sun.

"If the situation in the Deep Ghost Market is similar to that in Wuzhuang Temple, there must be a special peach tree in the old alchemy cauldron..."

The temple was silent during the day, and thick dust covered everything.

Apart from the footprints left by Shen Lian, there is no sign of life in recent years. It seems like an ancient monument that no one cares about.

He came to the main temple.

The statue of the Three Pure Ones is located in the center. Its size of several dozen meters gives off an oppressive feeling. The murals around it depict scenes of the Three Pure Ones preaching.

The various ornaments decorating the statue emit a faint glow, and they are all inferior magical instruments.

Shen Lian was gazing at the statues of the Three Pure Ones, and could hear the sound of sutra chanting coming from the Daohan Taoist Temple. It was the sound of thousands of disciples attending their morning classes.

"In a sense, it's quite relaxing to join the old alchemy room."

Shen Lian opened his eyes with his eyebrows raised.

Even though Li Liuru would only show up to make elixirs after nightfall and it was relatively safe during the day, he could not help but be on edge all the time.

The supernatural power of wisdom eye is used every now and then, and the origin of any object will be discovered.

After checking the main hall, there was no information related to Li Liuru, but everything showed that no one had entered or left it for a long time.

Shen Lian walked towards the alchemy room not far from the main hall.

At this moment, the talisman he was holding in his hand became slightly warm.

Not long ago, he had just asked Elder Fengjing about Li Liuru's origins, and after only a few steps, he received the latter's reply.

Elder Feng Jing seemed a little nervous and still emphasized that Shen Lian should not believe what Li Liuru said.

"Elder, you also know that I am in the old alchemy room. It is inevitable that I will come into contact with Li Liuru. I need to understand the situation in order to be prepared for any eventuality."

Elder Feng Jing hesitated for a few breaths and then transmitted his thoughts, "Li Liuru has been in Daohan Daoyuan for thousands of years. When I first took over Daohan Daoyuan two thousand years ago, he was already in the old alchemy room."

According to the speed of time flow of Chi Ming and Yang Tian, ​​two thousand years is equivalent to one hundred years in the mortal world.

Shen Lian pushed open the door of the alchemy room, and the smell of mold hit him in the face. There was only a tripod standing in the corner of the room, and no one had been making alchemy for a long time.

"Elder, didn't you say that Li Liuru came to the Daohan Taoist Temple before you?"

"He was at least a thousand years earlier than the three of us land immortals. However, Li Liuru two thousand years ago was not as elusive as he is now. When he showed up, he could communicate with him in a simple way."

Li Liuru used to be very keen on recruiting disciples and teaching them alchemy. Even though he kept repeating crazy words, no one cared.

Later he became more and more insane, and sometimes his disciples even went missing.

Eventually the old alchemy room was abandoned.

"Crazy words? What would he have said two thousand years ago?"

"Everything is fake, I am dreaming, why should I wake up?"

"These three sentences are the most repeated. It seems that he has been questioning the reality of the Taoist temple. However, he rarely mentioned dreams a thousand years ago."

Shen Lian did not comment, "Elder, have you seen Li Liuru in person?"

"I have seen him. His nonsense almost shook my faith. Later, Li Liuru became more and more crazy, and I dared not to contact him anymore."

Elder Feng Jing added: "You'd better be careful. If you stay in the wing room at night, Li Liuru will usually ignore you."

Shen Lian smiled bitterly, wondering why he felt that Li Liuru was particularly enthusiastic towards him.

He came to my house twice in one night.

He opened the tripod and found a layer of dark brown ointment inside, which smelled extremely rotten.

According to the information obtained from the identification, the ointment has nothing to do with Li Liuru. It seems that it was made by a monk from the Plague Department before the old alchemy room was completely abandoned.

"what?"

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and noticed that there was a book pressing on the tripod.

Seeing this, the muscles in his right arm swelled and he took out the old book.

Elder Feng Jing said in a voice-over: "Li Liuru is considered your master. Did he give you a Taoist name?"

Then, seeing no response from Shen Lian, he repeated it again.

"problem occurs?"

Elder Feng Jing looked uneasy. He was about to leave seclusion and head to the old alchemy room when he received a message from Shen Lian, "Elder, Li Liuru has given me the Taoist name, [Tian Wen]."

"Heavenly plague..."

"That's right." Elder Feng Jing nodded with satisfaction. The Taoist of the Plague Department was worthy of the title of Heavenly Plague.

Shen Lian ignored Elder Feng Jing and stared at the book with a complicated expression.

It was clearly written on the cover.

【Li Lian’s thoughts after watching the explanation of the Lord of Daode】

[Written by Li Lian, it has been 1,543 years, recording the seemingly true Taoist scriptures, and there is a line of comments left by Daode Tianzun on the fourth page.]

Shen Lian couldn't help but ask in his mind: "Elder, are there many crazy people like Li Liuru in the Eight Divisions?"

"At least there are only two or three cases in the outer sect, but the rest of the cultivators have already died."

Shen Lian opened the book and found the handwriting was crooked and the content was difficult to understand.

The so-called annotations by the Lord of Daode on the fourth page are so distorted and exaggerated that one feels nauseous just by looking at them.

After four pages, the handwriting could no longer be distinguished.

"Although the book is thousands of years old, considering the speed of time in Heaven, it is absolutely impossible for it to be passed down naturally."

Shen Lian now only wants to confirm one thing.

"Elder, does the Taoist temple have a list of immortals and gods from the Ancient Heavenly Court's Plague Department?"

Elder Feng Jing was about to ask a question, but suddenly realized Shen Lian's identity was difficult to guess. The latter might be the reincarnation of a certain immortal god from the Plague Department.

Perhaps Tianwen’s wisdom from his previous life has begun to revive.

Shen Lian turned and left the alchemy room, and then explored the other palaces. Only one book might be related to Li Liuru. He returned to the wing room to practice, striving for the fifth realm of divine travel.

Half a day later.

There was a sound of breaking air outside the house, and a flag-shaped magic weapon came with a jade slip. After handing the jade slip to Shen Lian, it disappeared.

The jade slip is a device used by orthodox Taoists to store information. No one knows where it was found from.

Shen Lian placed the jade slip between his eyebrows, and his soul sensed a vast amount of information. The jade slip even recorded the name of the Taoist child from the Plague Department.

Because the personnel in the Plague Department frequently changed, the contents were so numerous that they made him shudder.

"Just look for it honestly."

Fortunately, Shen Lian's spirit was extremely strong, so he wouldn't make any mistakes even if he just took a rough look.

He stopped practicing and concentrated all his attention on the jade slip. Finally, before dark, he found one of the thousands of Taoist children in the Plague Department of the Ancient Heavenly Court.

【Li Lian, courtesy name Liuru, was originally a barefoot doctor in the mortal world. After becoming a Taoist, he practiced medicine for three hundred years. Under the guidance of Yang Wenyao, a plague messenger from the north, he joined the Plague Department. Later, he was imprisoned for stealing peaches, and eventually died of hypochondria in the Plague Department's prison room.】

"Li Liuru is indeed a figure from thousands of years ago."

"It can be seen that the innate spiritual roots have undergone some kind of abnormality. Not only the ginseng fruit tree, but even the peach tree can connect the past and the present."

“It’s just that the way of connecting the past and the present is very strange.”

"As a Taoist child of the Plague Department of the Ancient Heavenly Court, is Li Liuru able to travel to the old alchemy room of the Daohan Taoist Temple in the future because he is crazy or because he is imprisoned?"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes; Li Liuru's madness seemed to be getting worse.

"He later died of hypochondria in the Immortal Prison of the Plague Department."

"Hysteria?"

When Li Liuru of the Ancient Heaven dies, the phenomenon connecting the past and the present will come to an abrupt end.

"hiss……"

"Li Liuru said that he could listen to the teachings of the Lord of Dao and Morality every day, and the annotations in the book also show that this is indeed the case."

"How can a little Taoist boy like him from the Plague Department come into contact with the Heavenly Lord of Dao and Morality every day?"

"Could it be that the Lord of Morality discovered that Li Liuru can travel back and forth between the past and the present?"

Shen Lian's heart was pounding, and he had an incredible feeling. What Li Liuru meant by "cultivating wrongly" might be the opinion of the Lord of Morality.

"Will Li Liuru not bring the insights of the Lord of Morality tonight?"

.........

In the pitch-black darkness, heavy breathing was suddenly heard.

"Hehehe, I have another disciple."

Li Liuru's bloated body crawled in the darkness. The environment he was in was obviously a narrow prison cell, cold and damp without any light.

The only ventilation hole was at the top of the cell, but it let in no light.

"Master Daode, I am here to listen to your teachings again."

Li Liuru could not wait to get closer to the vent, but could only vaguely see a corner of it. The dim candlelight outside was limited to half a meter.

In the candlelight, he saw the smiling Lord of Dao and Morality.

"God of Daode, my disciple encountered a problem during his training."

"Yes, yes, that's the refining scripture you mentioned in your previous sermon. How can we balance our own traditions?"

"Tianzun, I am grateful for your teaching!!!"

In the cell, Li Liuru kept talking to himself, as if he was having a conversation with the Lord of Morality.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Liuru's murmurs suddenly stopped.

Two footsteps came closer and closer.

boom.

The vent was opened and the plague soldiers leaned over to check the prison.

Li Liuru had fallen asleep and was snoring.

The Plague Department's Heavenly Palace closed the vents, and someone asked hesitantly, "Isn't Li Lian a terrestrial immortal? Why did he go crazy for no reason?"

"How should I know? He kept saying that he dreamed of the destruction of the Heavenly Palace, and that the Plague Department in his dream recruited hundreds of disciples. The Plague God judged that it was hysteria."

"Hey."

"Why are you coveting the peaches when you are a Plague God?"

Another person lowered his voice and said, "I think it's not just because of theft. You probably haven't been to the Queen Mother's Peach Garden. I heard that several of the peach trees there are...sick."

“Are you sick?!!”

"Well, all the immortals who ate the sick peaches went crazy."

He glanced at the prison gate with pity, "The crazy immortal god seems to have hysteria just like Li Lian. Something bad will happen to the Plague Department sooner or later."

The soldiers of the Plague Department shuddered and showed fear on their faces.

Another person explained: "Don't be afraid, look at the wall opposite Li Lian's cell."

"As long as the portrait of the Lord of Morality exists, he will just talk to himself every day and will not lose control."

The plague soldier turned his head to look at the portrait. The candlelight flickered, and the image of the Lord of Morality flickered. The smile on his lips seemed to continue to rise.

He quickened his pace, "By the way, the Three Pure Ones have been preaching recently."

"Yes, even Zhen Yuanzi came to listen to Yuanshi Tianzun talk about Hunyuan Daoguo. It's a pity that we don't have the fate to see it."

The two plague soldiers went away, but Li Liuru's snoring continued in his cell.

If someone entered the prison, they would definitely smell a faint smell of corpses, mixed with the fragrance of peaches, slowly drifting away.

(End of this chapter)