I can't be a demon.

Chapter 317: Reverse Version of Daozi (Two in One)

The tenth-level ghost market near Taihuang Huang Zengtian is the deepest level that ordinary cultivators can access, and it usually opens once every five years.

Once the tenth-level ghost market opens, it will attract the attention of a large number of alchemists.

October 15th is not a day for opening, and the tenth-floor ghost market is dead silent.

The endless streets are lined with shops on both sides, stretching for hundreds of miles. Human head lanterns are hung in front of the shops, roaring to attract business.

Even if there are no customers in the Tenth Floor Ghost Market, it still uses weapon ghosts to maintain the bustle.

Compared to the stupid weapon ghost, the ransom ghost who is in charge of running the shop hides in the dark, with a terrified expression and resentment all over his body.

You know, the ghosts who can redeem money on the tenth floor of the Ghost Market have practiced Taoism for four thousand years.

The reason why they are so afraid is mainly because of the throbbing of resentment in their bodies, and their abdomens bulge slightly uncontrollably, just like a six-month pregnancy.

It's as if something is growing inside me.

If the ransom ghost had not been tied up behind the shop counter, it would have escaped long ago.

"Amitabha."

A strange-looking monk walked slowly down the street, a faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, and the human head lanterns all had blood coming out of their mouths and noses.

boom.

There was an endless stream of muffled sounds, and the human head lanterns turned into minced meat.

The monk has a total of eight heads, with a Buddha finger inserted between the eyebrows of each head, attached to a circle around the main head, like a strange lotus platform made up of human heads.

He sighed and said to himself: "If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could be here, he would definitely save you from the sea of ​​suffering and convert you to Leiyin Temple."

It is obvious that the human head lanterns are because the monks died from torture, but they act as if they are worrying about nothing, which seems extremely awkward.

The monk stopped and seventy or eighty figures came towards him.

The figures came from the Plague Tribe cultivators, whose cultivation was above the seventh realm. When they saw the monks, they couldn't help but show a hot look on their faces and their attitude seemed respectful.

"Your Excellency Wushou, I am Yin Huasheng, an inner sect disciple of the Plague Department."

Yin Huasheng had already reached the ninth realm, but he bent his waist and knelt before the monk.

He knew that the status of the Headless Arhat under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was second only to the Seven Great Arhats, and his strength was comparable to that of the immortals on earth.

It is said that the Headless Arhat has been in the Ninth Realm for more than three hundred years.

He has not yet been promoted to a terrestrial immortal. It is purely because Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hopes that he can comprehend the manas consciousness and the supreme communication between heaven and man to make another breakthrough.

"Amitabha, has Donor Yin already achieved Buddhahood?"

"Venerable Wushou, I have been exposed to Buddhism for half a year."

As Yin Huasheng spoke, he opened his mouth and spit out a strange round bead.

The round beads are like "live beads" about to hatch chicks, and you can see that they are made up of compact condensation of flesh, blood and bones.

And as soon as it left the body, Yin Huasheng's plague pill began to riot, and the immortal seeds multiplied wildly.

"Yes, Mr. Yin has some Buddhist wisdom, and the relics are very complete."

The headless arhat nodded slightly, and Yin Huasheng took back the so-called relic with satisfaction. The immortal seed subsided, and there was no sign of the fragility of the foundation on the surface.

Others looked at him with admiration.

The rest of the plague monks parasitize the descendants of the temple monks.

According to the Buddhist teachings provided by Xiao Leiyin Temple, as long as the descendants of the monks in the temple are refined into relics, the loss of control of the immortal seeds can be completely prevented.

However, it can be seen that although the Plague Tribe monks who possessed the relics were no longer possessed, the Plague Pill's dependence on the relics increased greatly.

Without the relic, the immortal seeds will no longer have even a little buffer and will riot directly.

Over time, those monks from the Plague Tribe who also practice Buddhism will become subordinates.

Of course, they don’t care at all. After all, they are either controlled by the God of Plague or by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, so there is not much difference.

"Venerable Wushou, when do you think we should set out for Lu Zu Temple?"

"hold on."

"Lü Zu Temple is already the promised land recognized by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later. You and I are just going through the motions."

The headless arhat smiled without saying a word, clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged and chanted scriptures.

Yin Huasheng showed respect on his face as he listened carefully to the scriptures of the Headless Arhat, and unknowingly regarded himself as a part of the Buddhist community.

He really didn't take Lu Zuguan seriously.

According to the information collected from the shallow ghost market, Lu Zu Temple is not a cave at all, but just a few towns where ordinary warriors gather.

Ordinary? Warrior?
Warriors are nothing but a group of blood-eating creatures with abundant Qi and blood. No matter how much they practice, they can only make themselves taste more delicious.

It should be a blessing for Lu Zuguan that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva values ​​them.

As for the rumors about the immortals and Buddhas in Lu Zu Temple.

After the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, even the immortals and Buddhas had to refine the true scriptures. Now, there are no more than three or four forces that control the tradition of transcending the mortal world and becoming immortals.

It is even more difficult for land immortals to stay in the mortal world for long.

Immortals and Buddhas that appeared out of nowhere? At best, they were only in the ninth realm. With the background of the headless arhat, no matter how great his origins were in his previous life, he would have to give way to the Lü Zu Temple.

Moreover, Yin Huasheng felt that Lu Zu Temple was more like a place where demons were herding.

This speculation is also consistent with the rumors about guardian ghosts and gods.

There was a glimmer of greed in Yin Huasheng's eyes.

The demons hiding in Lu Zu Temple may have treasures from the ancient heaven, which allows them to breed blood and food in large quantities. Maybe we can get our hands on them.

At this moment.

The tenth-floor ghost market was filled with the wails of ransom ghosts.

A large number of scriptures were overflowing from the doors and windows of each shop. The ransom ghosts were rolling around, their bodies covered with burn scars oozing pus and blood.

The headless arhat couldn't stop crying and sobbed with empathy.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

The monks from the Plague Department felt a chill down their spine. The ransom ghost was obviously the work of the Headless Arhat, whose pretentious behavior was extremely weird.

Yin Huasheng smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, it's the senior monk from Xiao Leiyin Temple who has arrived."

The ransom ghost's hands and feet were twisted and broken, his flesh changed bit by bit, his resentment turned into Buddha's light, and then a strange-looking monk appeared.

In a short while, there were more than a hundred monks in the Tenth Floor Ghost Market.

Most of the monks have reached the eighth level of cultivation, with relics embedded between their eyebrows. The Buddha light they emit is different, indicating that their Taoist traditions are different.

They come from the womb, egg, moisture and transformation respectively, and have the characteristics of monks under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Brother Liaoque, I didn't expect you to visit Lü Zu Temple in person."

"Amitabha."

The cultivation level of the Ninth Realm was a little abrupt, with five Buddha fingers inserted between his eyebrows.

"Diti's reincarnation has become the host. After finishing the trip to Lu Zu Temple, I also need to go back and forth to Daohan Taoist Temple to settle the cause and effect."

Le Que's face looked unhappy, after all, he was the one who chose Di Ting's reincarnation.

When he witnessed Di Ting completing the possession of Shen Lian's body, he should have wiped out Shen Lian's soul. But who could have thought that Di Ting's soul would be shattered instead.

Even the burnt-out fire did not revive.

Although Liao Que had not yet been held accountable by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he understood that if Lu Zu's trip to the temple did not go smoothly, he would definitely be affected.

Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva might ask him to become a Di Ting.

Leque's breathing became rapid, and he shuddered at the thought of Di Ting's birth.

Di Ting is a special kind of demon. It needs to go through the torture of the eighteen levels of hell before it has a one or two percent chance of being born.

No matter how strong the soul is, it will lose all its memories after becoming a Di Ting.

"My senior brother will speak a few good words for you to the Bodhisattva, so as to end your qualifications. It is a pity to turn into a Di Ting."

"Thank you, Venerable Wushou. I am just going through the motions to assist you, Senior Brother."

Liao Que knew that the Headless Arhat was hitting him.

Lu Zu saw blood and food everywhere. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's main target was warriors of high level, so the Headless Arhat could naturally share some of the blood and food.

Leque's arrival would affect his interests, so the Headless Arhat would naturally not agree.

"Let's go. The Plague Department will cooperate with us to use the Ghost Gate Formation to block the Lv Zu Temple. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be internal strife in the Blood Food."

"Over time, the quality of the blood food will inevitably be affected."

After the Headless Arhat finished speaking, Yin Huasheng hurriedly took out the token.

Click click click.

The streets shook violently, and a ghost gate leading to Lantian Street was erected.

Yin Huasheng waved his hand and said, "Dear fellows from the Little Leiyin Temple, please come in!"

The headless arhat ignored Yin Huasheng, nodded to Leque and came to the door.

It can be vaguely seen that Yanliang Town is shrouded in darkness.

Yin Huasheng felt inexplicably uneasy. The Ghost Gate was like the bloody mouth of a man-eating beast. He wondered what was waiting for them in Lu Zu Temple.

The monks entered the Ghost Gate one after another, followed by the monks from the Plague Department.

Only three people in the Ninth Realm had not yet set out, waiting for feedback from their subordinates.

Even if you don't feel that Lu Zu Temple is a threat, you still have to be basically vigilant. After all, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva attaches great importance to Lu Zu Temple's blood food.

Le Que frowned slightly: "I can't contact them, what about you, Donor Yin?"

"Same here, but they are all fine..."

Before he could finish his words, Yin Huasheng noticed that the aura of one person's soul became dim, as if he was attacked by a demon.

"There are demons."

While I was in a daze, similar situations began to intensify.

One third of the Plague Division monks were seriously injured, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people died.

The monks were not much better off. From the fact that the Headless Arhat broke the Buddhist beads, it could be seen that Lu Zu Temple was well prepared for their arrival.

"There are many demons, and their cultivation is about five to six thousand years."

Yin Huasheng's anxiety grew worse.

His immortal seed is called [Palpitation], which can vaguely sense unknown dangers. Lu Zu Temple may not be as simple as it seems.

"Venerable Wushou, how about I tell the Plague God to send more monks?"

"It's just a four or five thousand year old demon, a beast that rules the mountain."

The headless arhat glanced at Yin Huasheng coldly, "Do you think there are immortals on earth? You... followed them."

His words were beyond doubt, but he himself had no intention of moving.

Yin Huasheng felt a chill down his spine. The premonition of being an immortal was even stronger than facing a land immortal.

He had once tried to transform himself into an immortal and was about to go astray, but he had never been so nervous. What kind of horrible monster was behind the door?

After he had gone into the ghost gate, Yin Huasheng gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

Only the headless arhat was left, staring at the Ghost Gate with an uncertain look.

After a brief trance, Yin Huasheng regained consciousness and found that he was no longer in Lantian Street, but was scattered with the other monks.

The scene that came into his eyes made him shudder and his whole body tremble.

There is no mortal town here, it is clearly a demon town made of flesh and blood.

The buildings turned into internal organs, countless eyes opened on the walls and the ground, countless giant trees with human hands reached into the sky, and the smell of blood was in the air.

Strange dragons, mandrills, fish monsters, poisonous insects, ghosts...

Benboerba and Baboerben shuttled through the waters, attacking the unsuspecting monks.

The warriors led by Zuo Yan were also fighting with a dozen monks. Who can tell me who is inside Lu Zu Temple?
The Taoist and Buddhist monks were inevitably trapped in the encirclement of a large number of demons, and the environment in Lu Zu Temple was constantly deteriorating, making it impossible for them to fully exert their strength.

"Cough cough cough."

Yin Huasheng covered his mouth and coughed violently, with blood stains on his palms.

He noticed that he was actually sick. Large patches of redness and swelling appeared on his skin, the temperature of his internal organs began to rise, and sweat soaked his robes.

It is obvious that there are traces of the Plague Department's immortal seeds being used in the city.

Yin Huasheng had an expression of disbelief. Such a large-scale disease could at least have been caused by a land immortal, but the power of the immortal species was much weaker.

He opened his mouth and spit, avoiding the endless stream of strange dragons.

"Plague Department, how dare you collude with Little Leiyin Temple, how audacious!!!"

Le Que roared towards the sky, brilliant Buddha light shot up into the sky, the burning of the Buddha finger between his eyebrows intensified, and the ground under his feet turned golden.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the martial arts realm is blessed by the Plague Immortal Seed.

My first reaction was that the God of Plague had set up a trap through Lu Zu Temple, otherwise why would there be the aura of the disease fairy in Yanliang Town?
"Stepping into the boundless Buddha land, my Buddha will live forever!"

When the strange dragon came into contact with the Buddha's land, the demonic aura disappeared without a trace and a swastika was branded between its eyebrows.

It turned around and started to bite its own kind madly, swallowing flesh and blood. Then, it transformed into a monster dragon and showed characteristics that only insects have.

He clasped his hands together, his bronze skin like that of a Buddha statue.

Yin Huasheng took several steps back, but came towards him without hesitation and raised his hand to form a lotus seal composed of Buddhist light.

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with the Plague Department."

Yin Huasheng had no way to defend himself and could only summon his flying sword to block the lotus seal.

Le Que sneered a few times, "Kill you and then break the situation. Otherwise, there will be an additional threat, which will give your Plague Department a chance for nothing."

"I don't know either. It has absolutely nothing to do with the Plague Department."

"How can anyone refine more than a dozen kinds of pathogenic bacteria immortal seeds?"

"You see, sir, I have been corrupted by the immortal seed."

Yin Huasheng tried desperately to explain, but what greeted him was the Buddha's light, which illuminated and made the area within a thousand meters around him riddled with holes and pits everywhere.

As soon as the two fought, Yin Huasheng's weakness was immediately apparent.

Le Que was able to influence the relics in Yin Huasheng's body through his primordial spirit, making it difficult for the immortal seed to function, and his body and soul were damaged after a few encounters.

Yin Huasheng didn't dare to resist. His chest was covered in blood and his ribs were sunken.

"I know who he is!!"

Yin Huasheng's limbs were torn to pieces and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Le Que grabbed Yin Huasheng's neck and asked coldly, "Who is it?"

"It's Tianwen, Tianwen, the Daoist disciple of the Ministry of Plague."

Yin Huasheng took a deep breath. "He has been collecting spiritual materials that are beneficial to various immortal species. I have seen the list of the elders' investigation. Night sweats, gigantism, heat stroke, tongue disease..."

"It's him! It was Tianwen and Lu Zu who worked together to set up this trap!!"

Yin Huasheng felt the arm that was holding his neck loosen, and his expression became extremely solemn. He raised his head to look towards the top of the 100-meter banyan tree.

He followed Le Que's gaze and his breathing stopped for a moment.

A man stood firmly on a tree branch, with Taoist patterns formed by condensed bacteria all over his body, and above his head was a golden statue of a martial artist sitting cross-legged.

The golden body of martial arts seems to be in harmony with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and is extraordinary.

"Tian Wen is Lu Zu. No wonder he attracted the attention of the Fourth Nuo Immortal. He must be the reincarnation of an immortal from the ancient heaven."

Le Que narrowed his eyes. Everything in the city revolved around Shen Lian. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had underestimated the strength of Lu Zu Temple.

Yin Huasheng's mouth opened wide and his mind was blank.

Boom.

Shen Lian used the force to dive down, his body expanding to ten meters.

Le Que continued to chant, and the strange dragons that had transformed into Buddhas nearby died one by one. The dragon's size grew to over 15 meters, like a huge bronze Buddha.

"We are both Dharmadhatu, but there is a huge difference between you and me. The giant immortal will never be able to match even one-tenth or one-twelfth of the Dharma."

Le Que raised his hand to attack Shen Lian, who seemed like an insignificant ant.

"Heavenly plague, the backlash of the immortal seed is unpleasant, right?"

"Why don't you go to Leiyin Temple and the Bodhisattva will enlighten you naturally."

Yin Huasheng squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, "Your Excellency, be careful. I have seen the Heavenly Plague become huge, and it was twenty meters long. Now that he has stepped into the ninth realm, it will be even more terrifying."

The shadow grew darker and darker, reaching a height of twenty-seven meters in the air.

"Amitabha."

Le Que shook his head and said, "Even if Tian Wen is holding back and wants to catch the enemy by surprise, the upper limit of his strength is already there."

"How can the Nine Realms obtained from the True Scripture be compared with the Immortal Seed?"

Yin Huasheng's face was filled with enthusiasm, and he could not wait to say: "Your Excellency, I have not betrayed you. I hope the Bodhisattva can reshape my body for me!"

He stared at it without letting go, witnessing the huge shadow transformed by Shen Lian crashing into the ground. The moment he raised his hand, strange phenomena brought by the Thousand Arms Fist appeared one after another.

It hit Leque's arms with a loud bang, causing layers of air waves.

puff.

He spat out a mouthful of copper blood, his arms were broken into 90 degrees, countless bones were shattered, and he flew backwards for thousands of meters.

A deep hole was smashed into the ground, and the huge bronze Buddha was lying in a mess.

Shen Lian has nine heads, and twenty-four bear- and ape-like arms growing from his ribs. His vital parts are covered with snake scales, and there are pale ivory growing at the end of his bony spine.

Yin Huasheng was stunned and struggled to get away.

When he thought he had seen through Shen Lian, he didn't realize that he was far from his strongest state.

The bronze Buddha quickly stood up, and his broken arm recovered as before. His first reaction was not to fight back, but to continue to enlighten the monster dragon.

Strange dragons continued to fall into the trap of feeding, and the bronze Buddha reached a height of 20 meters.

The temporary increase in physical strength gave him the courage to face Shen Lian.

Shen Lian tilted his head and asked in a deep voice: "Is it over? Let me see the strength of your Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lineage. The Baolai I killed before was really vulnerable."

"Bora is dead?"

"Well, you should be buried with him."

Before he could react, Shen Lian slapped out with his palm, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

The next moment, an irresistible force parted the smoke and dust and landed heavily on the chest of the bronze Buddha. The sound of ribs breaking was endless.

Fear appeared in Liao Que's eyes, and he suddenly wanted to retreat away from Lu Zu Temple.

But Shen Lian didn't give him any chance.

I finally came across a big sandbag, so I have to give it a good beating, right?
Twenty-four arms used the Thousand Arms Fist at different angles, but they were unable to focus on one thing while neglecting another, and were beaten to a bloody mess.

Yin Huasheng only saw that Shen Lian was suppressing the situation unilaterally.

There were many depressions on the body of the bronze Buddha, with his eyeballs half exposed and his internal organs scattered all over the ground.

"Heavenly plague!"

Le Que's eyes were wide open, the Buddha's light was concentrated in the palm of his hand, and the bronze color on the rest of his body faded.

He rode the Buddha's light condensed by the Middle Vehicle Buddhism and rushed thousands of miles away.

No matter how strong the physical body is, it can only rely on the incomplete immortal seeds. How can it compare with the middle-level Buddhism bestowed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

The two cannot be mixed up at all!!

At this moment, the martial arts plague pill turned from real to virtual and flowed into Shen Lian's tongue.

Pooh.

The water from the Milky Way filled with germs flew out, mixed with the Taoist rhyme that only immortals have.

Under the erosion of bacteria, the Mahayana Buddhism became dim and dull. As soon as the water from the Milky Way touched Le Que's forehead, it penetrated into his skull without any resistance.

"Ahhhh!"

The complications of addiction all work together to end it.

The Buddha's finger burned out, and the Mahayana Buddhism could no longer pose a threat. The germs ate his flesh, blood, and bones, and his limbs twitched as if he was seriously ill and dying.

Yin Huasheng was crying and laughing at the same time, and his emotions were completely broken.

"The Plague Department's Immortal Seeds... can actually rival the True Scriptures. What on earth are we pursuing? Why on earth does the Plague Department want to practice Buddhism as well?!"

The images brought by Shen Lian shocked Yin Huasheng, and the latter's heart was shattered.

It is an indisputable fact that the Plague Department's immortal species can easily get out of control. As a result, Shen Lian told himself that the Plague Department still has a way forward and can continue to climb.

Is Shen Lian just an exception?
Yin Huasheng didn’t know, but Shen Lian would definitely have the answer after he reached the level of a true god.

This answer may be able to save the plague tribe from the brink of death.

Yin Huasheng began to dry heave, biting the relic tightly, "Daozi! Daozi!! My relic can sense the headless arhat!!"

"The Headless Arhat is in the Tenth Floor Ghost Market. He is going to... escape!!"

The headless arhat must have noticed that the two men's auras were dim.

There was no need to enter Yanliang Town. He could simply push the matter to Que. After all, even if the latter revived, he would have fallen to the eighth level and posed no threat.

"Jie Jie Jie."

"You are as cowardly as a mouse. If the two of you come together, it will be difficult to deal with you."

There was a giant sword made of flesh and blood in Shen Lian's hand.

Clang.

The bone blade is unsheathed.

Even if the Headless Arhat had a way to save his life, the horizontal sword move was enough to cause him trouble.

Then the martial arts truth accumulated by the Thousand Arms Fist gathered into the bone blade, 80% of the qi and blood nourished the sword energy, and the strength was unreserved.

The only thing that Shen Lian hesitated about was the Martial Arts Plague Pill.

The dazzling sword light illuminated Yanliang Town. The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard was extremely harsh. The long-accumulated horizontal sword style had already surpassed the pinnacle of all martial arts in the world.

It even gives people the illusion that they can shatter the sky.

Whoosh.

The knife flashed by, a ray of morning sun rose in the sky, and disappeared into the ghost gate in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the remaining soul had to admit that if all warriors were like this, then Xiao Leiyin Temple really had no meaning to exist.

Kaka.

With just one cut, the ghost gate collapsed and the broken end was extremely smooth.

"Not dead." Yin Huasheng reminded him with a flash of inspiration: "Daozi! The headless arhat is not dead!"

Leque breathed a sigh of relief. It would be too terrifying to kill the Headless Arhat from a distance.

The bony spine drilled into the ghost gate that was about to collapse, and when it was retracted, it was wrapped with a piece of human skin.

"Not dead yet, but life is worse than death." Shen Lian picked up the human skin.

Le Que's whole body was shaking violently, and his human skin looked like a cassock, with three sentences of Mahayana Buddhism refined by the Headless Arhat engraved on its surface.

The mortal swordsmanship forcibly stripped the Headless Arhat's true scriptures!!!
"That's good. He has lost the scriptures and can't return to the Little Leiyin Temple. Besides, he doesn't know who I am. There will be plenty of time to settle the score later."

Le Que realized that his fate was no different from Di Ting.

Without waiting for him to speak, Shen Lian grabbed it and threw it into the banyan tree hole.

When he turned around, Yin Huasheng had already committed suicide, with an expression of expectation that he had never experienced in the thousand years since he joined the Plague Department.

(End of this chapter)