I can't be a demon.

Chapter 353 Huangquan? Official Road? Golden Cicada?
Shen Lian did not take the starling with him to the underworld, and the stone eggs were also put into the ghost gourd.

He considered that if an accident occurred, the starling would be able to rescue him immediately, and the specific situation of Huang Quan was still unknown.

As soon as he entered the tree hole, Shen Lian noticed that his five senses were beginning to weaken.

Immediately afterwards, the martial arts golden body was inexplicably suppressed, and more than 90% of the strength could not leave the Dantian, and the soul could not leave the body.

Shen Lian had anticipated this. Fortunately, the impact on his physical body was not serious, so there was no need to worry too much.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Shen Lian's five senses gradually recovered, and the soft music rang in his ears again.

With all five senses lost, he could listen more carefully to the music and discover what was mixed in with the countless sounds of cicadas.

"Master, you said that everything is cause and effect, good and evil cause and effect, all arise from the mind, and only those with a pure mind can be liberated."

"But I just can't calm down."

Shen Lian covered his head, and the lewd music became as harsh as sharpening a knife.

After a moment of trance, his five senses finally recovered and he realized that he had stepped into the depths of the legendary Yellow Springs. His muscles tensed up.

"Country boy! Country boy!!"

Shen Lian originally thought that since it was the underworld, even if it was not a bloody hell on earth, it should be filled with countless evil spirits.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw an old man.

The old man looked extremely anxious, his face was wrinkled and full of wrinkles. He was wearing tattered clothes and moved close to Shen Lian, shaking him continuously.

"Country boy, you finally woke up! Thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva."

Shen Lian was completely confused and noticed that everything around him was far beyond his cognition. It didn't feel like the underworld at all, but more like returning to... the mortal world.

What comes into view is the official road paved with gravel, with dense forests on both sides of the road.

It seemed that because it was just daybreak, there was no one on the official road except for the old and the young who were resting under a locust tree.

Shen Lian stretched out his arm and grabbed a locust leaf that fell on his head.

He secretly used his wisdom eye ability, and it turned out that the locust tree leaves were no different from ordinary ones, and the old man in front of him was just an ordinary man in his fifties or sixties.

"Are you okay, country boy? Don't blame me for rushing to the capital in such a hurry. Alas, you caught a cold on the way. Fortunately, the Buddha blessed you."

"capital?"

The old man thought Shen Lian was unconscious and quickly explained, "It is said that a living Buddha from heaven came to the capital to fulfill a vow, and we are going to deliver a Buddha statue to Da Ci'en Temple."

Shen Lian looked around and found a Buddha statue placed next to a locust tree.

The Buddha statue is only about an inch tall, with a bright and precious appearance. It is carved in a sitting position with a smile on its face, and a jade cicada is resting in its palm.

"Golden Cicada?!!"

"Amitabha! Amitabha!"

The old man waved towards the Buddha statue several times and hurriedly said, "This country boy just recovered from a serious illness. I accidentally called you by your name. Please don't blame me!"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, and his whole body felt as if it was poured with ice water.

He looked down and saw that the dragon fish robe had turned into tattered clothes, and the bone blade had turned into a slightly rough hatchet for clearing the way.

"Golden Chanzi."

"It seems that the Jade Purity Palace is very likely near the Yellow Springs, or even fell into the Yellow Springs together with the little white dragon. The Jade Purity Palace carries some roots of the Peach Tree, forming a unique [Memories]."

What Shen Lian couldn’t understand was, where was the underworld formed by the little white dragon?
"Country boy..."

"It's okay. I've sweated a lot and the cold has gone away."

"That's good."

The old man let out a long breath, smiled bitterly and said, "Country boy, if you die here, your uncle won't be able to explain to your dead father. Sigh, poor boy."

Shen Lian remained silent, constantly observing his surroundings.

The official road leads straight to the capital, and it can be seen from everywhere that it is indeed the path from thousands of years ago, and it is somewhat similar to the official roads of later generations.

The mountains and forests on both sides were shrouded in mist, and the roars of wild beasts occasionally echoed.

"Could it be possible that I could see Jin Chanzi in my memories?"

Shen Lian had a vague premonition that the memories in the depths of the underworld were different from those in the ghost market. They seemed uncontrollable, and he didn't know what kind of dangers were hidden there.

"Country boy, rest for another half an hour, then we can get going again."

"Uncle San, I feel much better now. The official road is always easier to walk on than the mountain road."

Uncle San thought for a moment and touched Shen Lian's forehead again, "Okay, let's try to reach Yingke Temple before dark. We don't have to sleep in the open air for a night and can have a good rest."

"Yes, Third Uncle."

Shen Lian looked embarrassed and said softly, "Uncle San, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Go ahead." Uncle San wiped the Buddha statue carefully. The rag he specially prepared was much cleaner than the clothes he was wearing.

"The Da Ci'en Temple is hosting the Living Buddha, so it will surely receive incense offerings from all over the world, making the Buddha statues we transport worth a lot of money."

The third uncle kept muttering, "After you get the interest, you will have money to marry a wife, and I will be worthy of your dead father."

Shen Lian came to the grass near the forest and tentatively left the official road.

As a result, he had only taken a few steps when his manas started to frantically issue warnings, and his body almost instinctively grew to a size of more than 20 meters.

Shen Lian gazed solemnly at the mountains and forests; the floating mist seemed to have life.

When the mountain wind blew, endless wailing sounds were heard.

Shen Lian took a few steps back and opened his eyes when his back was facing his uncle.

Lingtai Fangcun, who was usually successful, did not gain anything. He only knew that once he stepped into the mountains and forests, he would be in danger of death.

"That is to say, the only area where I can move around is the official road."

"Official Road? Golden Cicada? Yellow Spring? Little White Dragon?"

"What is the connection? This place is really weird and inexplicable."

Shen Lian pretended to have finished urinating and helped his uncle to clean up the Buddha statue. He took the initiative to tie the statue behind his back. The hollow wooden material was not heavy.

"Uncle San, can you tell me about the Living Buddha?"

"The Living Buddha is here to fulfill his vow."

Uncle San breathed rapidly and lowered his voice to explain: "As long as you come into contact with the Living Buddha, your wishes will be fulfilled."

"But the Living Buddha only receives officials and wealthy families in the capital. You and I may be able to go to the Da Ci'en Temple to see what it looks like with the help of the Buddha statue."

"I see."

The more Shen Lian listened, the more he felt that it was not Jin Chanzi, but he did not refute it.

The two walked one after the other for more than ten miles.

Shen Lian tried to get some information about Jin Chanzi indirectly, but the journey was too smooth. There were no demons or even wild beasts.

"Country boy, that's a caravan escorted by the Longxing Escort Agency in the city. If you train yourself up, you can join the escort agency and make some big money."

Shen Lian glanced at them and saw that the cargo transported by Longxing Escort Agency was heavy, so the speed was slow, and they passed by the two people.

You can hear the escorts complaining that Lao Ma is becoming less and less useful.

Apart from the caravan, Shen Lian only saw a tea shop set up by a couple on the roadside, and the official road was extremely sparsely populated.

"Look, country boy, we are almost at the Yingke Temple."

As Yingke Temple appeared in the distance, Uncle San's words became more nagging.

Shen Lian tried his best to collect useful information from it.

At the end of the day, Huang Quan left Shen Lian with an extremely strange impression.

The weirdness of the ordinary.

As the underworld that holds billions of souls, it shouldn't be so ordinary even if memories were born from the roots of the peach tree.

Shen Lian even had the urge to return to Yanliang Town to confirm whether it was Huangquan's teleportation tree.

"Country boy, there is only the old abbot in Yingke Temple. He and I are quite familiar with each other. When we meet, remember to call him Master Dahui."

"kindness."

Shen Lian nodded. Yingke Temple was actually a dilapidated temple. He could tell at a glance that Yingke Temple had almost no incense. It was so poor that even at sunset, they still didn't dare to light candles.

dong dong dong.

Uncle San knocked on the temple door and took out a dozen copper coins from his pocket to use as incense money.

With a creaking sound, the door opened a little.

"Master Dahui..."

An old monk came to the crack of the door, his blood and qi disordered.

Although Shen Lian was unable to leave his body, he could tell with his eyesight that the old monk had been frightened not long ago, causing his qi and blood to attack his heart.

"Ahem, this temple is not accepting any visitors these days."

"Master Dahui, it's me, Yu San. What happened?"

When the old monk heard the name of the third uncle, he shook his head helplessly and said, "It's you, Mr. Yu. I haven't seen you for two or three years."

"Master Dahui, I have been working as a farmer at home. I was short of money for my nephew's wedding, so I came to donate Buddha statues to Da Ci'en Temple..."

"Don't say that again!"

When the old monk heard about Da Ci'en Temple, his tone became excited.

"Hey, Mr. Yu, why don't you continue farming at home? Why do you have to get involved in Da Ci'en Temple at this time of year? "

Uncle San was so frightened that his face turned pale, and it was obvious that he believed the old monk's words very much.

"Master Dahui, is this trip dangerous?"

"After you send the Buddha off, go home immediately and don't stay too long."

"Thank you, Master Dahui, for enlightening me."

Uncle San pulled Shen Lian to bow respectfully to the old monk with his hands clasped together. Behind the door, there were rapid coughs and sighs.

"Donor Yu, it's not that I won't let you in."

The old monk explained: "I calculated that I will soon die, but I still have a few years left. I am afraid it is caused by external factors."

"Master Dahui, you mean..."

"I heard that the court posted a notice in front of the capital city, saying that demons are lurking in the mountains. My final calamity may be caused by the demons."

After saying this, the old monk closed the door and walked away.

"Let's go!"

Uncle San looked up at the sky. The setting sun had dyed the clouds red. Swarms of bats were flying in the air, and the noises of wild beasts were becoming more frequent.

"If we speed up, we should be able to reach the capital before complete dark."

Shen Lian walked behind his uncle, thinking about the demon in his heart.

"Uncle San, what year is it now?"

"You've been living a foolish life, right? Of course it's the 26th year of Zhenguan. In another 15 days, when the New Year comes, you can live another year."

Shen Lian thought to himself that as expected, there was only half a month left before the catastrophe of heaven and earth. He didn't know what the purpose of Jin Chanzi's visit to the capital was.

He was very interested in the demons that the old monk mentioned.

The Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago was different from later generations.

At that time, there were almost no traces of demons in the territory of the Tang Dynasty. Only by traveling to the Lingshan Mountain in the west could one see the scene where mortals were treated like grass.

"The Da Ci'en Temple may be the reason why the Tang Dynasty fell into the realm of demons."

Shen Lian was in a state of tension, feeling that an accident could happen at any time. He did not dare to neglect the bone blade on his waist, as a shadow spread over a thousand meters to protect his safety.

But the results were unexpected.

After climbing over several hills, Shen Lian did not detect any demonic aura except for occasionally finding a few tracks of wild beasts' footprints.

After three or four hours of non-stop work, Uncle San became breathless.

The two men came to the top of the hill and looked towards the direction of the capital. They were immediately shocked by the scene before them. The brilliant Buddha's light illuminated the darkness, and every brick and tile of the capital appeared golden.

In the center of the capital, there stands a fourteen-story pagoda. The Buddha's light emanates from the pagoda, which is refreshing and relaxing.

Shen Lian discovered that the Buddha's light was completely different and it was not as corrosive as the Buddha's light of later generations.

When it shines, it's like bathing in the sun, and warm currents are generated in the flesh, blood, and bones to nourish the organs, and even one's own lifespan is slowly increasing.

"As expected of a living Buddha."

Uncle San couldn't help but exclaimed: "One person's birth can benefit thousands of people, but Master Dahui is right, where the Buddha's light cannot reach, evil spirits will inevitably appear."

Shen Lian responded repeatedly, and then something was wrong.

The body and soul became listless, and the temperature of the Buddha's light began to rise.

"Hey, thank you for your hard work, country boy."

Uncle San saw that Shen Lian was feeling unwell, with guilt in his eyes. He took the Buddha statue and continued on his way. Shen Lian forced himself to follow behind.

Shen Lian communicated with the teleportation tree and prepared to escape into the tree hole.

After the lotus platform blocked the Buddha's light from entering the body, he just felt a little dazed.

Shen Lian was unwilling to let go of the truth that was about to happen. No matter what, unless the Buddha's light damaged his foundation, he had to take a look at the capital.

During the journey of twenty to thirty minutes, he was fighting against the Buddha's light.

As the city gate got closer, Shen Lian's trance became more and more intense.

"Country boy? Why don't you leave? Don't scare Uncle San."

Shen Lian grasped the hilt of the bone blade and fell into a trance a hundred meters away from the city gate.

It was just a moment of distraction, but he felt the world spinning around him. Then the trance brought by the Buddha's light disappeared, and his five senses returned to normal.

"Country boy! Country boy!!"

"Country boy, you finally woke up! Thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva."

"Uncle San, let's go to the capital first. I'm fine..."

Shen Lian hadn't finished speaking yet as he stood there with a stiff expression, and subconsciously reached out to grab a locust leaf that had fallen on his head.

The official road is paved with gravel, with dense forests on both sides.

The sky was bright.

Shen Lian returned to the starting point of the official road, with his anxious uncle beside him.

"Are you okay, country boy? Don't blame me for rushing to the capital in such a hurry. Alas, you caught a cold on the way. Fortunately, the Buddha blessed you."

Uncle San explained, "It is said that a living Buddha from heaven has come to the capital to fulfill a vow, and we are going to deliver a Buddha statue to the Da Ci'en Temple."

Shen Lian looked at the Buddha statue, and a chill ran down his spine.

The Buddha statue has become lifelike, with a lot of intricate details on his robes, a meaningful smile, and the movements are exactly the same.

But there are two jade cicada insects in the palm of his hand.

"The underworld!"

"Second reincarnation!!"

"The underworld is a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than I imagined."

Shen Lian found that the atmosphere in the surrounding mountains and forests was a little gloomy. The official road was no longer empty, with only four people walking along with their heads down.

A few bones were scattered on the soil, and crows were crying on the branches.

He used his magical power of nourishing food, and the aura of the four people was the same as that of the alchemist he had met before.

As expected, all the alchemists who came to the depths of the underworld were experiencing reincarnation, but they were the first to do so and had already experienced the second reincarnation.

"Uncle San, are we going to stay at Yingke Temple next?"

"How do you know, you country boy?"

Shen Lian did not reveal any flaws on the surface, and smiled and said: "I heard you say it before. I really want to meet that Master Dahui."

(End of this chapter)