I can't be a demon.

Chapter 316 Give them a little shock (two in one)

Shen Lian's soul left his body and stayed three inches above his head.

He could sense that a total of 230,000 warriors were training with him as the center.

As the teaching and learning become more and more intense, the number of warriors continues to increase, and even babies as young as half a year old have quietly entered the fourth stage of foundation building.

If a demon witnessed this scene, it would surely be immersed in the sweet smell of blood.

Swallowing all the blood would probably increase his spiritual power by thousands of years. This was all thanks to the banyan tree's protection, otherwise the Yanshan area would have long been reduced to a living hell.

The banyan tree seems to be able to sense the people's expectations.

hum.

The leaves and branches swayed in the wind, and dots of golden light scattered everywhere, as if countless fireflies had dyed the banyan tree golden.

Unconsciously, the tenth-grade lotus platform wrapped around Shen Lian's soul and merged into the banyan tree.

The martial arts realm is attached with roots that extend for thousands of miles, and the soul seems to have turned into a banyan tree, sensing the physical and soul states of all warriors within the range.

"The world's martial arts... I am the ancestor!!"

Shen Lian murmured to himself, and the golden body of martial arts jumped out of his lower dantian.

The golden body of martial arts has a majestic aura, teaching many warriors imperceptibly, and the golden light falls on the brows of each warrior.

They were in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, and their understanding of martial arts improved by leaps and bounds.

Some people have used the Golden Body Visualization Atlas to innovate and create unique and alternative martial arts schools. Martial arts are like a banyan tree, which has grown and spread over thousands of years in the blink of an eye.

As the source of martial arts, Shen Lian can clearly feel each branch.

Just the wave-chasing pile alone has spawned more than a dozen martial arts schools, including the gentle [Water Mirror Pile], the continuous [Tide Pile]...

It has to be said that even the martial arts comprehended by ordinary people have their own unique features. Shen Lian read through them eagerly.

The golden body of martial arts points one hand to the sky and the other to the earth.

As Shen Lian digested his insights, the Changsheng Posture was immediately improved to a certain extent.

“Every success is a blessing, a loss is a loss.”

"Martial arts is a legacy of sparks. As a martial arts ancestor, I can get counter-assistance from those who come after me."

Although an individual strength is better than nothing, when combined together they are enough to build a tower, and the circulation of energy throughout the body becomes more and more exquisite.

Shen Lian understood that preserving the Tang Dynasty was already a shortcut to his own cultivation.

If the Tang Dynasty collapsed, martial arts would not stagnate, but it would be almost impossible for the Changsheng Pillar to climb to the ninth transformation.

“Therefore, the Tang Dynasty needs to use the Little Leiyin Temple to establish its prestige and tell the forces in the caves that the mortal world should not be underestimated.”

Shen Lian's expression was solemn. The invisible pressure from Xiao Leiyin Temple made him feel suffocated.

Even after being promoted to a land immortal, he was not sure he could deal with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, let alone the Yellow-browed Patriarch. The birth of the Little Leiyin Temple was a great disaster.

"Take it step by step. First, step into the land of immortals and improve your profession as much as possible. Otherwise, you will not even be qualified to face the Little Leiyin Temple."

Shen Lian retracted his martial arts golden body and could clearly feel that the golden body became more solid, and the Taoist patterns on the surface seemed lifelike.

His realm is still the eighth level of perfection, but his foundation is becoming stronger.

Shen Lian opened his eyes, but the aura of Tao in his pupils had not yet faded.

The sky was gloomy at this time.

After the martial arts golden body disappeared, people in the Yanshan area gradually woke up, and there were sounds of building collapses everywhere in the city. That was caused by the inability to control the surging strength for a while.

The people looked at the sky intently, and the rising sun looked extremely dazzling.

They couldn't believe the progress of their own cultivation. Even if they were stupid, at least they could improve to a higher level with the help of the martial arts realm.

"One person gets the Tao, and the chicken and the dog ascend to the sky."

The arrogant laughter of a father came from the lobby next door.

Shen Hansheng has already reached the seventh level of Dao Infant, and can be considered a strong man in the entire Tang Dynasty, although he is busy running around for the pawnshop all day long.

Bai Haibo also reached Yuandan perfection, but it was all thanks to his long lifespan.

In terms of qualifications, Bai Haibo is not as good as Shen Hansheng who was enlightened by his ghost father.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and noticed that the most outstanding person in Tide Martial Arts School was Li Huan. After solving his physical problems, he could now achieve the status of a Taoist Infant.

None of them can compare to Zuo Yan, who is given special care.

“Hahahaha, I, Zuo Yan, have been practicing in circles for three hundred years. Today, it is all thanks to the immortal master who gave me immortality and allowed me to step into the Eight Realms of Divine Journey!”

"The Tang Dynasty is prosperous, and the martial arts world has one more person!"

Zuo Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and an extremely strong force surged into the sky.

A lifelike golden body of a giant beast is revealed behind him, indicating that he has completely broken away from the framework of internal strength and walked out of his own unique path.

Zhu Yihong and the other two also took the opportunity to practice martial arts.

The Taoist inheritance of the alchemists can certainly promote them to become immortals on earth, but they would rather practice martial arts with Shen Lian and not be restricted by the cave.

"Master Zhong Kui, please accept the greetings of your disciple Zuo Yan."

The streets and alleys were full of warriors performing the ceremony of paying homage to their masters.

The inheritance of Taoism should be kept secret, and martial arts is aimed directly at becoming an immortal. Shen Lian's actions are undoubtedly a great blessing.

Theoretically speaking, everyone in Yanshan can consider themselves a disciple of Zhong Kui.

Shen Lian smiled without saying anything, watching the thriving scene of Yanliang Town.

He suspected that in a thousand years, martial arts would evolve into completely different methods of practice, and the forms of martial arts would likely become bizarre.

After all, the Changsheng Pillar is open to all.

He has integrated demonic internal strength, Taoist inner alchemy, and alien skills into martial arts.

In the process of warriors spreading and branching out, it is inevitable that they will gain insights into the source of martial arts. Perhaps the Taoist and Buddhist sects that were submerged in the great calamity of heaven and earth in ancient times will reappear in later generations in an alternative form.

Shen Lian couldn't help but imagine the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but he also knew that the road ahead would be full of hardships.

In a world where demons are rampant, the Tang Dynasty, which is based on martial arts, is too out of place. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a "pill with intelligence."

Blood food is still blood food even after becoming an immortal, it just becomes more delicious.

"We'll get through the difficulties at Little Leiyin Temple first."

The teaching has ended, but Shen Lian is not in a hurry to take back the martial arts realm. He just lets the aura of the martial arts realm spread out.

After the immortal seed was integrated into the realm of martial arts, the power of control was no longer what it used to be.

Shen Lian remained calm all night and watched the moon set and the sun rise.

When the sun rises, it means the 15th day of October, when the gates of hell are wide open, has arrived. Tonight is also the first confrontation between the Tang Dynasty and the Little Leiyin Temple.

Shen Lian noticed that the spies from various cave forces had already arrived in Yanliang Town.

On the one hand, he wanted to find out the truth about the Lu Zu Temple, and on the other hand, because it involved Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he had to take it seriously.

The alchemists watched secretly as the teachings were being given, each with their own thoughts.

Shen Lian thought of the nickname of the Yanshan area, Lu Zu Temple, and couldn't help laughing: "Hehehe, after tonight, I'm afraid that in the eyes of outsiders, the entire Datang belongs to Lu Zu Temple."

"Come on, come on. The rise of the Tang Dynasty is inevitable."

"Kill some, win over some, and scare some to death."

"How can we witness the rise of martial arts without you here?"

Shen Lian ignored the small moves of the various forces and continued to close his eyes to maintain the true realm of martial arts.

.........

Outside Yanliang Town.

The old Taoist with a tiger's head and a human body walked straight into the city gate. Because of the magic tool that restrained his aura, the people passing by did not notice anything unusual.

"Hey."

The old Taoist sighed deeply, then nervously took out a copper coin and did some fortune-telling.

"In the Jiaxu month and Renzi day, the evil spirits should be avoided and all things should not be done."

"If it weren't for the Immortal Hu Li asking me to come to Lu Zu Temple, why would I have to wade into this muddy water?"

The old Taoist pretended to be a fortune teller. After a few steps, he no longer looked out of place. He even pretended to be a warrior with a weak strength.

"Anything involving Shen Lian will inevitably lead to disaster."

The Tiger-headed Taoist priest is the [Taoist Qingshan] that Shen Lian is familiar with.

After parting at the Peach Banquet, the Qingshan and Fushan brothers hurried back to Chechi Kingdom and did not dare to stay in the deep ghost market for too long.

In fact, they did gain something from the Peach Banquet, but it was all based on danger, and they were only a little bit away from death.

Qingshan had to admit that he was afraid of Shen Lian from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps because of Shen Lian's status as a living immortal, his actions seemed unscrupulous, even when facing the Eight Divisions of the Ghost Market, who had a profound background.

Qingshan witnessed Shen Lian killing the Plague Tribe monks without hesitation and sneaking into the Peach Banquet.

He then showed his talent and was baptized by the Nuo Immortal, and eventually inherited the Taoist tradition of the Plague Department.

How dare a normal person be so uninhibited?

Qingshan swallowed his saliva and never told the Great Immortal Huli about it after returning to Chechi Kingdom.

The two brothers only mentioned that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was plotting against the Plague Department. Huli Daxian was anxious to confirm it at the time and did not delve into the relevant details.

The subsequent development of the Plague Department was beyond Qingshan's expectations.

Who could have thought that Shen Lian, an outsider cultivator, could become a Taoist of the Plague Department, and even become famous within the Eight Departments of the Ghost Market.

When Qingshan heard about the chaos in the Plague Department, the first thing he thought of was Shen Lian.

There was no way, because Daozi from the Plague Department and Shen Lian appeared out of nowhere at the same time.

"After this trip to Lu Zu Temple is over, I should be able to join the Ghost City Finance Department. I hope that Master Shen will let me go."

The [Finance Department] of the Eight Departments of Ghost Market will recruit disciples from outside, and has even accepted hundreds of inner disciples from various caves into the Taoist temple at the same time.

As the orthodox Taoist sect, Chechi Kingdom has many disciples who join the Ministry of Finance.

So much so that among the gods of the Ministry of Finance, one of them is the Great Immortal Yangli.

Qingshan got to know many disciples from the Finance Department. When he accidentally heard about the incident in the outer sect of the Plague Department, even though he had never seen the appearance of the Taoist priest of the Plague Department, he immediately linked the two together.

"The immortals and Buddhas in the world took the initiative to become disciples of the Plague Department. Shen Lian's purpose is not simple."

Qingshan’s friend mentioned that Shen Lian’s position in the Plague Department was a bit awkward.

As long as the qualifications of the disciples in the other seven departments reach the level of Daozi, the righteous gods will bring them into the inner sect and personally guide them in their practice.

As a result, not only did the God of Plague never make any statement, one person even expressed dissatisfaction.

It is highly likely that Shen Lian took action to stop the monks in the temple from preaching, which shows that the God of Plague had already reached a consensus with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The Plague Department can currently see signs that the righteous gods are deliberately guiding their disciples to practice Buddhism.

Even though Shen Lian is a Taoist, he is already on the opposite side of interests. In addition, the old method of cultivation is easy to get out of control, which is why no one is interested in him.

"No wonder the Plague Department has been weak until now. They can't recognize a true immortal."

Qingshan fiddled with the stall nervously, and his breathing became rapid.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has set his sights on Lu Zu Temple. Shen Lian will never let them go. The Plague Department will also experience a bloodbath sooner or later."

"To have offended both the Little Leiyin Temple and the Eight Sects of the Ghost Market at the same time, you are indeed the Immortal Master Shen."

"How many people can survive under the spell of the righteous gods who are so high up in the sky?"

Qingshan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and watched the passing crowd carefully.

The location he chose was very clever, being only one street away from Lantian Street, and would not attract the attention of other forces.

After arriving at Yanliang Town for a long time, Qingshan discovered that the town had changed tremendously, and almost everyone in the Yanshan area had become a warrior.

"No wonder Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took a fancy to Lü Zu Temple. It is truly a blessed place."

Qingshan deduced from the public's discussion that Shen Lian had used some kind of magic not long ago to make the warriors of the entire Lu Zu Temple go one step further. Strangely, Shen Lian did not tell the public about the danger of opening the ghost gate.

Logically speaking, some people should have been evacuated in advance.

Qingshan could feel the undercurrent beneath the calm atmosphere in Yanliang Town, as if each warrior was just a bait placed before casting the net.

The guardian gods and ghosts were nowhere to be found, and everything was eerily quiet.

"Even if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva does not appear, the Fourteen Arhats will definitely be present this time."

Qingshan calculated a few more hexagrams, but the hexagrams became more and more confusing.

He simply threw the coins away, stayed motionless in the shadows of the alley, and ignored the occasional people who came to do business.

"Anyway, Hu Li Daxian has no specific requirements. I will stay at the ghost gate for one night and leave after I figure out the direction of the situation."

Qingshan made up his mind, and his heart became calm again.

Time passes so slowly.

Normally, a short repair would take several days, but now it is complete torture.

As the sun sets, the resentment in Lantian Street becomes stronger. After various forces have fought each other, they all hide in various places on the street and wait.

After the autumn harvest, people returned home one after another to consolidate their cultivation.

As the sky began to darken, the outline of a ghost gate could already be seen on Lantian Street.

Five ghost gates appeared in the Yanshan area, and the other four were just auxiliary, forming a magic circle covering a thousand miles, ready to catch them all in one fell swoop.

"How should Shen Lian respond? Once his identity as a Taoist priest from the Plague Department is exposed, it will be impossible for him to gain a foothold in the Eight Departments of Ghost City."

While Qingshan was in a daze, his soul sensed a figure approaching him.

"Senior brother."

The middle-aged man looked no different from an ordinary person, but he exuded an unpleasant fishy smell and his delicate skin was always moist.

Qingshan frowned slightly, and warned of the leakage of his magic power.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Brother Qingshan, why don't you recognize me? We met in Chechi Country fifty-three years ago."

Qingshan remained unmoved, and he took out a jade ruyi-shaped magic weapon from his palm.

"My junior fellow apprentice is Ban Changmao, who serves under the throne of the King of Inspiration."

Ban Changmao grinned, his sharp teeth flashing coldly, and his gills opening and closing.

"Just tell me if you have something?"

Qingshan hugged his chest indifferently, with a blood line on his neck, ready to be separated from his head at any time, and the jade ruyi was hanging in front of his chest.

"No, no, no, Junior Brother, I have no ill intentions."

Ban Changmao bowed and nodded attentively.

Although they were both in the eighth realm of the divine journey, he could not compare with Qingshan, who was taught by the great immortal Huli. "Brother, I am indeed a little reckless."

"I came here just to ask you, brother, if we can work together to share the blood food."

When Qingshan heard the word "blood and food", his temples began to throb.

"Ban Changmao, as far as I know, there are more than one family staring at the blood...mortal, right?"

"They are all quite wealthy, so how could they be willing to cooperate with the inspirational alchemist? I took the initiative to ask because I saw you waiting in the alley."

Ban Changmao glanced greedily at the surrounding houses.

Yuandan warriors can be found everywhere, and each of them can exchange for rich resources from the King of Inspiration.

If you are a Taoist warrior, you might be lucky enough to get your hands on a lower-level magic weapon.

"Junior brother, this is what I think. Since we have come to the Lv Zu Temple, we cannot return empty-handed. I will never covet Lv Zu. I just want to take some of the blood food while the chaos is going on."

Ban Changmao licked his lips and looked at Qingshan expectantly.

Qingshan's heart couldn't help but beat wildly. He always felt that a hand was about to slap him. With Shen Lian's ability, he should have the whole city under his control.

"I have no intention of interfering with Lu Zu Temple. I'm giving you a piece of advice: get out of Yanliang Town!"

"roll?"

Ban Changmao didn't believe what Qingshan said, and lowered his voice and said, "Brother, what are you thinking about? It's just a loss for both sides, we are just picking up some leftover blood food."

"I don't want to repeat myself a second time. You've got the wrong person."

Ban Changmao muttered to himself, "There are at least a hundred monks in the Little Leiyin Temple, and there are probably no less than a hundred monks in the Plague Department."

"Do you think that Lu Zu will crush them one-sidedly?"

Qingshan had a blank expression on his face.

I don’t know whether he will be crushed or not, but Shen Lian’s vengeful nature will definitely not lead to a good ending.

Ban Changmao opened his mouth slightly. As a small person, he could only try to trust Qingshan. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable chill.

His soul left his body and the gates of hell opened wide. Was this Lu Zubu's plan?

"impossible!"

Ban Changmao turned around and left, muttering, "I saw Ao Shan from the Dragon Palace in the West Sea disguised as a candy man vendor, and the lion-headed Taoist priest in Panhuan Cave disguised as a tourist in his fifties..."

He took a deep look at Qingshan, shook his head and said, "Brother, your heart is firm. I hope that Taoist Hansong of your Chechi country can also walk through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single leaf on him."

Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly, realizing that there were other companions in Yanliang Town.

He had never heard this from the Great Immortal Huli, which showed that Taoist Hansong came here privately.

If Taoist Hansong acted rashly, he might offend Shen Lian, so he must not let this happen to him.

"Where is Taoist Hansong?"

"The teahouse at the northwest corner of Lantian Street."

"Thank you."

Qingshan set off immediately, and the momentary delay had plunged the city into darkness.

The ghost gate was looming and gusts of cold wind were howling.

The rustling sound echoed.

As soon as Qingshan left the alley, he realized something was wrong.

Although it hadn't rained in recent days, there was a thick layer of water on the ground. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the wells in each courtyard were gushing out water.

The well water is teeming with snakehead catfish.

Qingshan's heart skipped a beat.

As soon as the black catfish came into the outside world, it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, and it disappeared in the shallow water. Only a faint evil aura could be detected.

Qingshan quickly urged his soul and looked towards the backyard of the Shen family pawnshop.

Shen Lian, who was sitting under the banyan tree, opened his eyes at some point and stared at the pond with interest, tapping the ground with his index finger like a chess player who had just made a move.

"Since it is called Lu Zu Temple, you must at least show what a demon's lair is."

Shen Lian communicated with the true realm of martial arts, invisibly affecting the vast number of fish monsters in the city.

"It's a pity that the two stupid fish were put into the water not long ago, otherwise the fish demon's cultivation would not have lasted only two or three years. It can only last for half an hour."

He touched his brow, and the special properties of his martial arts golden body transforming into a dragon intensified.

In a few breaths, the golden body of martial arts turned into a ferocious white-bone evil dragon, the water on the ground boiled, and strange roars continued.

The dragon fish robe twisted its tail excitedly. Yanliang Town was already in the frenzy of the fish leaping over the dragon gate. Now it was time for the host to take over.

The alchemists stopped and realized that Shen Lian was targeting them.

But they don't know what will happen next.

Puff puff.

A fish monster leaped up in front of the alchemists, but its weak Taoist skills were totally insignificant.

Soon, the fish monster began to twist uncontrollably, its scales flashing a pale white luster, and then its bones stretched, thickened, and underwent reshaping.

The skin and flesh were torn into pieces, and the deformed dragon broke away from its old body and suddenly grew to over three meters in length.

Qingshan's face looked ugly, and his hands and feet were entangled by the strange dragon.

He urged the Jade Ruyi to shatter the strange dragon, and the blood attracted more attention of the same kind. Strange dragons of various shapes kept emerging from the accumulated water.

The strange dragons' abilities were intermittent, but their physical strength was comparable to that of Yuandan warriors, and their endless numbers made them quite a trouble.

"I'm afraid we've only just begun."

Just as Qingshan had a thought, something strange happened again.

A heavy heartbeat sounded, and the texture of flesh and blood appeared everywhere in the town. The ground and walls were covered with blood vessels, meridians, and pupils.

The ghost mother performed the taboo, which meant that Yanliang Town came back to life.

All the buildings merged into one, becoming one of the ghost mother's countless organs, and the people who were sleeping soundly in the house didn't even hear the slightest movement.

Qingshan was horrified and quickly took out the talisman that could shrink the distance into an inch.

However, Guimen has blocked the retreat route in the Yanshan area.

Shen Lian had no intention of letting anyone go. The Little Leiyin Temple? They must die. The monks from the Plague Department? They must die. The alchemists from all the forces must die.

The clouds covered the sky, making the fear in Yanliang Town more and more intense.

"Master Shen, after all, we have a life-and-death friendship!"

Qingshan wanted to cry but had no tears. The fish monsters around him retreated like a tide, and the accumulated water opened a path, indicating that he should go to the backyard of the pawn shop.

He looked hesitant, and another gust of cold wind blew across his face.

Young sprouts shaped like human hands emerged from the ground.

The young shoots grew vigorously, turning into a jungle of human hands 20 to 30 meters tall, covering the streets and alleys.

"Oh~~~"

The sound of monkeys crying could be heard, and a group of two to three thousand monkeys were clinging to the tops of the tree branches.

Under the leadership of the old monkey, the monkey group broke up and scattered, and even the Taoist infant spirit could not find their traces.

The effect of the martial arts realm on mortals is reflected in teaching and imparting knowledge, but this is not the case for monkeys. The blessing is mainly on the strength of the physical body.

Of course, it is more disadvantageous than beneficial for monkeys to stay in the martial arts realm for a long time, as their foundations may be easily damaged. Shen Lian is more focused on training them.

Immediately afterwards, poisonous insects flew in from the mountains in droves.

A forty-meter-long giant beetle landed on the top of the city wall, with a cheering ghost girl standing on its head, and the beetle's tail was still laying eggs continuously.

Yanliang Town does not have the hustle and bustle of an ordinary town at all. It is like a demon's cave that has descended into the world, with no trace of life or fireworks.

"Hell on earth! It's not an exaggeration to say that it's hell on earth!"

"A living immortal or Buddha? I think Shen Lian is a living demon!!"

The shadow under Qingshan's feet squirmed, and the bone blade urged him to move.

He did not encounter any trouble along the way. After arriving outside the courtyard gate, the bone blade quietly disappeared, and then he heard Shen Lian asking with a smile.

"Daoist Qingshan, long time no see."

"Friend Dao..."

"Come and help me check if there are any flaws in the immortal residence I set up in Yanliang Town?"

Qingshan smiled bitterly and glanced at the dozen or so blinking eyes in the corner.

You call this the Immortal Residence?

"Why not? That's right. Actually, I was going to call it the Great Tang Dynasty."

"It's time to give the disciples of Taoism and Buddhism a little bit of the Tang Dynasty's shock."

(End of this chapter)