I can't be a demon.

Chapter 321 Mahayana Buddhism [Ksitigarbha]

The central god is named Zheng Lun, who has survived from the ancient heaven to the present day.

Looking at the eight tribes of the entire Ghost Market, there is no righteous god with more experience than Zheng Lun. He is one of the few plague immortals who have experienced the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

The Plague God Lu Yue had five disciples in total, Zhou Xin, Li Qi, Zhu Tianlin, and Yang Wenyao, and Zheng Lun was the youngest disciple.

Zhou Xin and the other three were named gods of plague in the ancient heaven, representing the four major plague messengers in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest respectively. Only Zheng Lun was not a god, but he escaped the disaster because of this.

After the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, the four great plague messengers have been reduced to giant Nuo immortals.

Zheng Lun took over the Plague Department and selected two gods of the Plague Department within three hundred years. The relationship between them was somewhat like that of both teacher and friend.

Seeing Zheng Lun lost in thought, the two men stood by without disturbing him.

"Have I... been sitting in the position of the God of Plague for too long and forgotten a lot of things?"

Zheng Lun couldn't help but mutter to himself, his breath became unstable, and endless fungal mist gushed out of his mouth and nose, sweeping across the palace.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

But one thing is certain, the sense of familiarity should come from the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and he may have met Shen Lian before and after the disaster.

"Zheng Lun, keep calm, otherwise you will become the moral god."

"Zheng Lun?!!"

Zheng Lun did not respond to the two of them. He held the handles of the chair with both hands as if he was possessed by a demon and exerted force. His skin and flesh suddenly made a tearing sound, and his blood and flesh boiled. At the same time, his spine began to be unable to bear the weight.

"Get out!"

He waved his hands, and the Plague Tribe monks at his feet flew out of the door one after another.

Mycelium grew rapidly on the ground and walls, and within a moment, organ-like mushrooms emerged, which made the other two gods shudder.

The muscles in Zheng Lun's feet under his robe had shrunk terribly. After he trembled and got off the chair, his stomach seemed to move.

His face was grim, and he suspected that Shen Lian might be the reincarnation of an immortal from the ancient heaven.

“Where does the familiarity come from?”

"Is it the Hunyuan Daoguo ceremony held by Yuanshi Tianzun?"

Zheng Lun's eyes widened as he recalled the cultivators who had participated in the creation of Hunyuan Daoguo, but no one seemed familiar to him.

"The Great Dao Fruit of Daode Tianzun? Or the [Incorrupt Dao Fruit] of Lingbao Tianzun?"

His feet were trembling, and being away from his chair for a long time had caused his body and soul to deteriorate, but he still couldn't figure out Shen Lian's identity.

It didn't take long.

The intestines broke out of the body, and a mass of intestines gathered together filled the palace in an instant, and other organs also became restless.

Zheng Lun knew that if he continued to hold on, he would inevitably go insane, and as a righteous god he could no longer leave the throne of the Plague Department.

"Zheng Lun!!"

"Think about the Plague Department. If you lose control, we will all be martyred."

After being reminded by the two righteous gods, Zheng Lun sat back in his chair with difficulty. All the strangeness in his body disappeared, and his intestines and stomach slowly retracted into his body.

The throne was surrounded by countless Taoist rhymes, which helped Zheng Lun suppress the immortal seed.

"I'm fine, at least for now."

Zheng Lun looked deeply at Shen Lian in the mirror and felt that the latter's body and soul were extremely stable, and his immortal spirit was one with him.

"Yan Guan, what's his name? Which outer sect academy did he learn from?"

The left-handed god replied, "Tian Wen, studied under Dao Han Dao Yuan. Well, according to Feng Jing, he is a disciple of... Li Liuru."

"Li Liuru?"

"It should be the remnant of a mad plague fairy in the old heaven. It has disappeared now."

The so-called regrets refer to the mad gods in the ancient heaven. They were affected by the Peach Tree and were able to briefly travel to the Eight Divisions of the Ghost Market in later generations.

But for Cannian, the experience in the future is just a dream.

Not to mention that Cannian's true body is already on the verge of insanity.

The Three True Gods once tried to influence Canmian to explore the beginning and end of the catastrophe of heaven and earth, but all their actions were useless. Instead, they accelerated the speed of Canmian's disappearance, and the matter ended in nothing.

Zheng Lun opened his eyes in surprise, and then his expression returned to normal.

He scanned the list of immortals and gods recorded by the Plague Department of the old Heavenly Court and quickly found Li Lian's name. The information indicated that the latter died in the Immortal Prison Room.

Zheng Lun recognized Li Liuru at a glance.

He had seen Li Liuru when he attained Taiyi Daoguo, but he was not qualified to join the discussion with the Lord of Dao and Virtue, so he only had a fleeting glimpse of her.

"Li Liuru didn't die. Was he spared from the great calamity because of the plague?"

"Impossible, how can someone use innate spiritual roots to change established facts..."

Zheng Lun suppressed his distracting thoughts and was more inclined to believe that Li Liuru was supposed to be able to transcend the disaster, and the heavenly plague was only in contact with the remnant.

"Who is Tian Wen's true identity? Is he some immortal Buddha who once survived the great calamity of heaven and earth?"

The horror of the catastrophe of heaven and earth is beyond words. None of the gods in the old Heavenly Court's Plague Department were spared. Zheng Lun was only able to survive until now by taking advantage of the situation.

He let out a long breath and said to the two of them, "Let's put the matter of the Heavenly Plague aside for now. Perhaps this person was once the reincarnation of the Plague Immortal of the old Heaven. There is no need to deliberately interfere."

"it is good."

The other two righteous gods became immortals after the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, and they couldn’t understand why.

Shen Lian has been sitting cross-legged for a long time, and his soul has been refining the dragon fish robe in his dantian for more than two days.

Even though it is not the most precious treasure of Taoism, the mystery of the Dragon Fish Robe is far beyond ordinary.

The speed at which the Dragon Fish Robe can be repaired after being damaged is now visible to the naked eye, and it has a certain intelligence. If Shen Lian's body and soul are on the verge of death, the Dragon Fish Robe can swallow his body and soul and escape.

At the same time, all injuries can be transferred to the Dragon Fish Robe, so there is no need to worry about the treasure being damaged.

The Dragon Fish Robe will grow a piece of dragon skin every once in a while, which can offset one fatal damage. It can have up to nine skins.

Shen Lian glanced upward and saw the spy was still following him.

"Trouble, it should be the Inner Sect Elders, or the God of Plague, are they paying attention to the Outer Sect Competition, or are they paying attention to Cordyceps?"

Shen Lian smiled helplessly. All the cultivators have been parasitized by the peach saplings. It will probably not take long for the peach saplings to grow up.

He was very curious about what happened to the plague monks in the Immortal Prison Room in history.
Is the Cordyceps sinensis deliberately raised in the prison?

Bang bang bang.

Approaching the ventilation vent, violent knocking sounds were heard in the corridor. Some monks were about to collapse due to the erosion of the peach saplings.

The two previous bodies of heavenly soldiers continued to grow flesh and blood.

Shen Lian saw the shadow reflected on the wall through the vent. The corpse was no longer in human form, and it seemed that something was about to be born.

"From what Li Liuru said, there was no similar disaster in the prison area where he was until Taiyi Daoguo."

"This means that the various areas of the Prison Immortal Room are isolated from each other."

"Something seems to be imprisoned deep in the south corner."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, and the white bone spine extended out of the prison again. He did not see the corpse at all, and lush roots grew on the joints.

The infectiousness of the peach tree is becoming more and more exaggerated.

Shen Lian couldn't help but squeeze out three words from his teeth, "Experimental field."

"The incident that occurred in the Prison Immortal Room in the 27th year of Zhenguan was more like a man-made experiment to learn that the great catastrophe of heaven and earth was about to occur."

"Except for the Three Pure Ones, there is probably no one else."

Shen Lian groaned and retreated back into the darkness. He could clearly feel that the parasitism caused by the corpse of the heavenly soldier was far more serious than before.

He activated the Dragon Fish Robe and transferred the peach sapling with the bone ulcer to the Dragon Fish Robe.

The dragon fish robe moved through the flesh and bones, quietly peeling off the parasitic peach saplings, but was also entangled by countless roots.

"If you want the Dragon Fish Robe and the Peach Tree to coexist, you must distinguish between the primary and the secondary."

Shen Lian's mind moved slightly, and the Buddha treasure of Tathagata Fruit fell into Longyupao's mouth. The latter chewed it whole, digesting the Middle Vehicle Buddhism.

The mosquito larva-like light makes people feel happy and fills the dantian.

The lotus platform helped the dragon fish robe digest, the aura of the treasure surged, and three layers of dragon skin grew.

The two sides were in a stalemate.

Shen Lian did not cover the peach sapling, and his body and soul became unstable. On the surface, he looked exactly as if he was parasitized by the peach tree.

Zheng Lun frowned slightly, not understanding the significance of Shen Lian's risk.

I thought Shen Lian made his plans carefully before taking action, but he still suffered from the parasitism of the Peach Tree. All the advantages he had accumulated before were wiped out.

The main god on the left, [Yan Guan], said hesitantly, "We can't wait any longer. The prison room will soon be occupied. We must immediately go deep inside to meet... Mahayana Buddhism."

Zheng Lun tapped the handle with his index finger and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

The righteous god on the right nodded, and transmitted his thoughts across dozens of ghost markets to the ruins of the old heaven.

"Immediately head north and head to the fourth prison deep inside. Those who survive three days later will be admitted into the inner sect and receive the supreme inheritance."

Say it.

The God on the right pressed his palm, and a stream of air appeared out of thin air in the corridor of the Immortal Prison Room.

Rumble.

The doors of the prisons were shattered, and the monks escaped from the prison confinement, but they all looked a little bloated.

Only the Tianshou state seems relatively stable, except that there is an extra head on the neck.

The second head was parasitic on the peach tree sapling, its facial features were distorted, and a crack appeared on the skull between the eyebrows, with new buds sprouting.

"damn it!"

Tianshou was obviously the reincarnation of the Headless Arhat, but because he lost the true scriptures, his Buddhist practice was completely lost and he had no choice but to start over.

The Plague Sect's Taoist tradition, which was once despised, has to be practiced with compromise.

Tianshou kept cursing and was full of resentment towards Shen Lian.

"If it weren't for him, how could I have fallen to such a state? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to submit to the plague department and cultivate the so-called immortal seeds. From then on, there would be no hope for the great road."

Tianshou clenched his teeth, and the malice he exuded seemed real.

"I must become a land immortal and eat him alive!!"

He stepped out of the prison, his expression returning to a cheerful tone, "My fellow disciples."

The monks looked at Tianshou, who continued, "Everyone, listen to my advice. The outer sect competition mainly tests your ability to deal with danger, not your personal strength."

"The True God has never limited the number of people who can be promoted to the inner sect, so that we can cooperate and win together."

Tianshou glanced at the person whose body and soul were most seriously injured, clasped his hands together with a subtle expression, and thirty-six relics flashed around his body.

"With me here, I can ensure that most of my fellow disciples can survive."

"Michiko you..."

The monk covered his head, his back was almost open, and his mind became blurred.

He covered his chest as the relics and peach saplings in his body backfired, causing blood and flesh to grow excessively and completely rendering him unable to move.

The peach tree grew up, and a strong sense of resentment filled the air.

One could vaguely sense that a ghost was taking shape at the foot of the tree, sweeping the surrounding monks with unreserved greed, with strange giggles echoing in the air.

The others shuddered, but Tianshou shook his head and said, "A ghost is about to come out. There is no need for us to stay any longer."

A cultivator from the same Taoist temple hesitated and said, "Dao... Daozi's approach is correct. By eliminating the danger first, we can ensure that most people can pass the outer sect competition smoothly."

"My Buddha is merciful."

Tianshou bowed his head to the corpse and glanced at the cell where Shen Lian was.

In his opinion, Shen Lian could not possibly threaten him. After all, almost all the cultivators present were practicing Buddhism and were naturally opposed to Shen Lian, so he was not a concern.

Besides, the air in the prison was turbid, which was obviously caused by the loss of control of the body and soul.

"Without the relic, you won't be able to hold on for long before you become a Nuo fairy."

Tianshou stepped towards the depths.

The monks followed behind him one after another. The demons that were about to be born from the corpses also forced them to go with Tianshou.

More than 80% of their magic power was used to suppress the peach tree seedlings.

Even if the demon that is born has only been practicing Taoism for a thousand years, it is very likely to cause its body and soul to go out of control, not to mention that there is a high probability that it is a sneaky ghost.

The footsteps disappeared, and the corridor was shrouded in dim lights.

The resentment grew.

Zheng Lun noticed that only two people did not choose to leave the prison.

One is Shen Lian, who is calm and composed and in temporary seclusion; the other is Gao Qiu, who is shivering in the corner, abiding by the agreement with Shen Lian.

.........

Gao Qiu was extremely frightened, feeling his body and soul being eaten away bit by bit by the peach tree saplings.

He was only at the seventh realm, the advantage was that the peach saplings grew very slowly, but the disadvantage was more obvious, and he was completely powerless to stop it.

Gao Qiu also noticed the noise made by Tianshou.

But Gao Qiu knew that Tianshou would never protect a useless person.

We can only place our hope on Shen Lian.

The cold and dampness penetrated into his body, and his internal organs gradually lost their vitality. The peach sapling became almost inseparable from his torso.

Gao Qiu looked at the flickering candlelight outside the door and his consciousness began to sink.

The sound of footsteps could be heard.

"Senior brother?"

Gao Qiu raised his head and saw a figure in the dim candlelight.

The figure was extremely long, his movements were slightly stiff, his breathing was heavy and labored, and he was obviously walking towards his position.

"Not Brother..."

Gao Qiu's eyes widened in a last glimmer of light, and the strong resentment made the temperature drop sharply.

The figure was bloated and misshapen, his clothes were tattered, and a blooming mushroom grew on his back, an invisible taboo acting on Gao Qiu.

Gao Qiu covered his mouth and nose, causing his own energy and blood to leak out uncontrollably.

Even if the seven orifices were sealed as much as possible, they still became nutrients for the mushrooms, causing them to bloom more rapidly and their colors to become brighter.

The ghost was standing at the door, watching Gao Qiu struggling as if he was drowning.

It seems to have some remaining memories from its previous life, and takes pleasure in torturing living people, making a strange cackling sound from its mouth.

At this moment, the ghost's expression became ecstatic, and his power began to soar.

The energy and blood can be seen flowing into the mushrooms.

Gao Qiu forced himself to look outside the door, appearing to be in doubt and confusion. The wall of the corridor was actually showing signs of melting due to the burning heat of his blood.

The candlelight was blocked and the prison was plunged into pitch darkness.

Boom.

There was a man walking fast.

His muscles filled the four or five meter gap in the prison room, his joints rubbed against the wall, sparks flew, and he violently rushed into the prison cell and smashed it with his fists.

thump.

A muffled sound was heard, and the ghost's head was embedded in the chest cavity. It was unknown how many bones were broken, and its limbs instantly turned into minced meat, leaving only a mushroom.

The ghost wanted to release the taboo, but the root of the mushroom was grabbed.

"You like blood, don't you? I'll let you suck as much as you want!!!"

Shen Lian grinned and smashed around, spitting out a huge amount of blood and energy from his open mouth, which had reached the limit that the ghost could temporarily digest.

It is clearly a ghost that feeds on qi and blood, but it is in excruciating pain from the erosion of qi and blood.

Gao Qiu's eyes became clear, and he rolled and crawled away from Shen Lian.

He had seen Shen Lian's terrifying true form, which was over 20 meters long, and was afraid that the latter would get excited and grind him into powder along with him.

boom.

The ghost couldn't bear the blood and qi and exploded, and Shen Lian was covered in blood, which was horrifying.

The God of Plague fell silent.

Even though they already knew that this Taoist was good at physical work, they had never thought that the sickly Plague Tribe monk would be able to use his qi and blood to blast the ghosts.

Moreover, Shen Lian’s method of using immortal seeds is different from that of the Plague Department.

Why is it that after the immortal seed is integrated into the flesh, blood, and bones, it can replenish the physical body, forming a unique Taoist inheritance and directly leading to the physical body becoming a saint?

There was no trace of Shen Lian being parasitized by the peach tree seedlings.

He was holding the corpse of the ghost, his eyes showing solemnity.

"Junior Brother Gao, come closer."

Gao Qiu hurriedly did as he was told, trying to hold on to his body and soul which were on the verge of collapse. However, after taking a few steps, he saw Shen Lian throwing the corpse out of the door.

There was a creepy chewing sound outside the door.

Shen Lian exposed the ghost gourd without hesitation and directly sucked Gao Qiu into it.

Although the Plague Department is at the bottom of the eight departments in the Ghost Market, it is closely related to the Ancient Heaven after all, and has a very deep foundation, and its magic weapons are not rare.

Shen Lian dodged sideways, and the three or four meter long roots left a crack in the ground.

"What the hell?!!"

Shen Lian returned to his normal state and moved flexibly to the aisle, where the monster transformed from the corpse of the heavenly soldier came into view.

It was a strange and bizarre flesh and blood peach tree.

The peach tree has ten branches, which are thick and have skin-like texture, and even have nail-like structures at the ends.

Like two intertwined palms.

What Shen Lian found most incredible was that there were incomplete scriptures engraved on his palm, which were somewhat similar to the Buddhist scriptures, but the handwriting was crooked.

Scriptures appeared inside and outside the palms, trying to piece together complete sentences.

"Damn, it's really Cordyceps sinensis, can it give birth to the true scriptures?"

Shen Lian's scalp felt numb.

In this case, doesn’t it mean that the Immortal Prison Room is indeed a large petri dish?

Roar! ! !
The Buddha's hand roared towards the sky, and in just a few breaths, it regenerated creation. A "卍" appeared on the palm of its hand, but the lines were slightly distorted and looked very unnatural.

This thing is not a demon, nor is it an immortal or Buddha.

If we have to classify it, it should belong to the unformed Mahayana Buddhism.

It was just like the arm of Vipaśyin Buddha that Zhen Yuanzi took out when he attained enlightenment, except that the deformed Buddha's hand in front of him seemed to be missing an important link.

puff.

Shen Lian spat out a mouthful of blood, and his Buddha's Hand had reached the level of a land immortal.

If he activated the Immortal Profound Art without reservation, he might be able to fight against it, but it was unrealistic given the small space of the Immortal Prison Room.

Buddha's hand crawled using all ten fingers, but its increased size made it difficult for it to move.

Shen Lian took the opportunity to shake off the Buddha's hand and looked around the doors on both sides of the aisle. He could see the general information of the prisoners engraved on the ventilation ducts.

[Taoist Qingyu, from the Plague Department, went mad while guarding the Peach Garden and was imprisoned here.]

【Luo Yuanwei, the plague minister, went mad while guarding the Peach Garden and was imprisoned here.】

[Sheng Bao, the plague minister, went mad while guarding the Peach Garden and was imprisoned here.]

.........

Shen Lian searched for clues and soon reached the end of the corridor.

At the end there was a path that continued downwards, which was obviously a separate cell, with more than a dozen bodies of Plague Monks lying around.

The cause of death should be that his body and soul lost control and he was attacked by the others.

The Buddha's hand was approaching tirelessly. The squeezing of the aisle caused the flesh and bones to break, and the stench that permeated the air was extremely pungent.

Shen Lian stopped.

He looked up and noticed a talisman taped to the entrance of the path.

The talisman has complex patterns, but has no function. It only serves as a symbol to indicate who is responsible for sealing the existence within.

Shen Lian touched the talisman and secretly displayed his wisdom eye ability.

【Lingbao Magic Talisman】

[The talisman engraved by Lingbao Tianzun symbolizes the Daoqi of Shangqing Cave. 】

"It seems that the paths chosen by the Three Pure Ones are indeed very different."

Yuanshi Tianzun's Hunyuan Daoguo advocates refining the true scriptures and beheading the fourth corpse to get rid of the drawbacks of the true scriptures; Daode Tianzun's Taiyi Daoguo created the true scriptures himself, through which all the eight kinds of sentient beings can transcend the mortal world and become immortals.

Lingbao Tianzun seems to want to give birth to a kind of true scripture.

"Could it be that Lingbao Tianzun is imitating the process of the formation of the true scripture in the prison room?"

Roar! ! !
The Buddha's hand was bloody and covered with mushrooms, and its ten fingers were twisted like dead branches, constantly pressing against the wall, with the joints making teeth-grinding crackling sounds.

Shen Lian swept through the pile of corpses and twisted off one person's head.

There is a remnant soul in his head, which is forcibly absorbed into his Niwan Palace. The Purple Mansion Tempering Technique turns the remnant soul into a layer of disguise for Shen Lian.

Shen Lian possessed his body and went in and out of the entrance, and in the flickering light and shadow, he saw a different appearance.

"After the Hunyuan Dao Fruit is over, it is the Taiyi Dao Fruit, and finally it is the Lingbao Tianzun's Discussion of Dao."

"After the bell of the end of Hunyuan Daoguo rings, if the Prison Immortal Room is arranged by Lingbao Tianzun, he will definitely come."

Shen Lian felt a chill down his spine; the purpose of the outer sect competition was definitely extraordinary.

What exactly does the God of Plague want to test with the help of a group of mortals?
"Fortunately the teleportation tree is in place, otherwise I wouldn't know how I died."

Shen Lian continued walking for a long time, and when he arrived at the so-called Prison No. 4, he suddenly felt enlightened. The area of ​​the prison was as large as 20 to 30 meters.

"hiss……"

A body of Buddha was hanging in the air, its solemn face was eroded by time, its robe was tattered, and the exposed flesh was full of cracks.

Even though life was gone, the corpse was still breathing instinctively.

Every time you exhale, colorful Buddha light emerges and a large number of mosquito larvae are active in every inch of the prison, all of which are the middle-level Buddhist teachings.

The text is: The Buddha responded to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's question and said that the Tathagata, through the power of his original vow, accomplished ten kinds of Buddha wheels, which enabled him to subdue the evil of the gods, demons and heretics...

"The corpse of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It seems that the discussion of the Three Pure Ones is really a corpse-cutting contest."

Yuanshi Tianzun is Vipaśyin Buddha, and Lingbao Tianzun is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"If we can get close, Starling won't have to worry about advancing to the sixth level."

"pity."

Even at the periphery, Shen Lian felt that his body and soul could not withstand the erosion of Mahayana Buddhism. If he walked within ten meters, he would probably be torn to pieces.

By the way, it should be okay to use it to feed the dragon fish robe, right?
(End of this chapter)