I can't be a demon.

Chapter 354: The Abyss of the Twenty-Seventh Year of Zhenguan

The old monk must be no ordinary person to be able to open a temple in the wilderness. He may know the situation of Da Ci'en Temple and even recognize Jin Chanzi.

pat pat pat.

A drizzle of rain fell.

Shen Lian looked up solemnly, and saw that the sky had been covered with dark clouds without him noticing.

The second reincarnation is obviously no longer peaceful, and there is weirdness everywhere. No one knows what the little white dragon in the underworld is doing.

"Country boy, it's raining, how about we find a place to rest for the night?"

"Uncle San, I'm fine. I shouldn't be far from the capital. If I can't get there soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

"Too."

Uncle San smiled with relief and turned around to pack his luggage.

Shen Lian glanced at his uncle and noticed the bruises on his exposed skin. It was obvious that these wounds were also caused by his second reincarnation.

"Uncle San, you are injured yourself, but it should be okay, right?"

"Hey, I accidentally bumped into it when I was carrying the Buddha statue. After we get to the capital, I'll just apply some medicinal wine for bruises and it will be fine."

Shen Lian felt an inexplicable chill and remembered every detail he saw in the second reincarnation.

These details may be related to the truth of the 27th year of Zhenguan. Such a strange day may have actually happened.

He carried the Buddha statue on his back and could feel its weight. Its texture was like stone or jade, which was completely different from the rough touch before.

Moreover, the Buddha statue has a smiling expression, as if it is secretly watching him.

"Go away, country boy."

The two men, one in front and one behind, continued to go deeper along the official road.

Shen Lian passed by a few passers-by and found that they were indeed transformed by the alchemists of the Dragon Palace, but they had lost the most basic spiritual intelligence.

They all had dull expressions and repeated the same steps like zombies.

"It seems that if you can't withstand the baptism of the Buddha's light in the capital, you will become a puppet without a soul. It will not be easy to explore the secrets of the 27th year of Zhenguan."

Shen Lian's heart tightened. He wondered where the little white dragon, the reincarnation of the immortal soul, was hiding.

Uncle San couldn't help but mutter, "When you see Master Dahui later, remember to keep your head down. Master Dahui, remember that you have a natural vision. Mortals like us will be in bad luck if we look directly at him for too long."

"Uncle San, what is the innate phenomenon?"

"He has... three arms, and the extra arms are like a baby's."

A trace of solemnity flashed across Shen Lian's eyes. The old monk had never shown any extraordinary signs before, which meant that the official road would become more and more dangerous.

I was walking in a hurry, and every passerby I met looked strange.

A child kicking a ball; a woman wiping tears while walking; a skinny scholar; an old woman looking for something in the bushes...

After walking for more than ten miles, they met Longxing Escort Agency again.

"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 ignored his uncle's muttering and focused his attention on the dozen or so bodyguards.

The escorts complained to each other, occasionally looking at the two of them, and what was revealed in their eyes was not kindness, but strange scrutiny.

"The old horses are becoming less and less useful for pulling goods. Boss, let's change them someday."

"Nowadays, everyone is devoted to worshipping Buddha, so it's hard to find a good horse."

The four old horses pulling the goods seemed to understand the escort's conversation. They were so frightened that their calves trembled and they immediately gasped and sped up.

Shen Lian paid attention for a moment and found that the old horse's walking posture was a little strange.

Not long after, we came across another tea shop, but there was a big pot in front of the stall. The couple not only sold tea, but also provided food.

Business became extremely prosperous, but the customers were all drinking tea.

Every little bit foreshadows invisible changes.

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

Uncle San pointed at a temple in the distance, and the bruises on his joints were spreading.

Shen Lian did not respond. He helped his exhausted uncle to Yingke Temple, only to see that the temple gate was ajar, and a faint smell of blood could be seen.

Uncle San didn't notice anything and knocked on the door excitedly.

dong dong dong.

After calling out for more than ten times, there was no response from inside the Yingke Temple. Suddenly, the noisy mountain wind blew open the door, and a strong fishy stench hit us in the face.

"Ah? Master Dahui!!!"

Uncle San stepped back again and again, staring at the temple in disbelief.

Shen Lian pretended to be surprised, but he was actually prepared. He just didn't expect that all that was left of the old monk was his cold corpse, and his death was extremely tragic.

The body lay diagonally in the corner with its eyes open and an expression full of fear.

There was a gaping hole in his abdomen, his twenty-four ribs were exposed, and his internal organs were nowhere to be found.

In the first reincarnation, the old monk mentioned that his end was approaching and suspected that demons were at work. As a result, he died prematurely in the second reincarnation.

"This, this, this..."

Uncle San was at a loss until Shen Lian grabbed his shoulder.

"Uncle San, Master Dahui might have been killed by some bad guys. The surroundings are too dangerous right now. The most urgent thing is to rush to the capital government office to report to the authorities."

Uncle San's face was covered with blood and he quickly fled from Yingke Temple.

"That's right, hurry up! The bad guys must still be near Yingke Temple!"

Shen Lian took a deep look at the corpse. The wound did not look like that caused by a demon attack. In fact, it looked more like a demon had broken out of the body from the belly.

"correct."

He asked in a deep voice: "Uncle San, how long is it until the New Year?"

"Ah? In fourteen days it will be the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan."

Shen Lian's pupils shrank slightly. He remembered it very clearly. During the first reincarnation, his uncle mentioned that fifteen days later would be the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan.

This indicates that one is deep in the cycle of reincarnation and is approaching the great catastrophe of heaven and earth.

Shen Lian's heart was pounding, as if the truth was right before his eyes. At least he could figure out what Jin Chanzi had experienced in the mortal world.

"Country...country kid!!"

Uncle San's nervous words suddenly interrupted Shen Lian's thoughts, "You have good eyesight, help Uncle San to take a look, what is that...?"

Shen Lian felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He had just walked out of the hilltop of Yingke Temple when he found another similar temple a hundred meters away.

The temple was in a dilapidated state, with a plaque engraved with the words "Yingke Temple". The walls had a dark red color of rust, as if stained with blood.

The bloodstain spread and footsteps were heard from behind the door.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, the shadow under his feet revealed a hint of demonic aura. The gate of Yingke Temple was pushed open a crack, and his eyes moved close to the crack.

"Uncle San, let's get to the capital as soon as possible."

Shen Lian couldn't figure out the truth about the depths of Huangquan and didn't want to act rashly.

He suspected that all his actions were in vain. The cycle of reincarnation in the underworld would never end. Even if he dealt with the demons in the temple, he would still be resurrected in the next reincarnation.

A flash of murderous intent flashed across Shen Lian's eyes.

Of course, if this demon insists on causing bad luck.

He didn't mind adding a demon corpse as a resource.

The gate of Yingke Temple was closed, and only the sound of knocking on wooden fish could be heard.

The rest of the official road was safe and sound. Although there were unusual things everywhere, it did not reach the point of an explosion and the surface remained calm.

"It may also indicate that on the fourteenth day before the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, countless demons will appear in the territory of the Tang Dynasty disguised as mortals."

The further east they walked, the brighter the sky became.

"hehe."

Shen Lian pushed aside the branches that blocked his eyes. It was clearly still twenty or thirty miles away, and the brilliant Buddha light from the capital was already shining on the official road.

The bright Buddha light made the skyline look like daylight, and hundreds of thousands of people in the city were chanting sutras. Uncle San's eyes were blurred, and he muttered to himself: "It is worthy of being Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, worthy of being the Buddhist country on earth, it is really magnificent."

He no longer paid attention to Shen Lian and continued walking on his own.

Shen Lian resisted the Buddha's light, and his manas distinguished that the Buddha's light was no longer a single one, but as many as four strands of Buddha's light intertwined together.

"There are more than just Golden Cicadas in the city."

Shen Lian's flesh and blood sizzled, and the Buddha's light was extremely corrosive.

Even though it was anticipated, the lotus platform protected the three dantians, and the ghost gourd continuously poured out medicinal wine. Relying on the greatly enhanced medicinal properties of the treasure after being promoted to the middle level, it was barely able to maintain a balance.

Shen Lian raised his eyes again, but his uncle was no longer there.

He also climbed over several hills and came to the official road in front of the city gate. There were passers-by staggering around him. Without using his magical powers of food supplements, he could guess that the passers-by were all alchemists from the Dragon Palace.

Dozens of people were no different from loaches struggling to get ashore, their consciousness had already been dispersed.

But there was no three-headed old dragon inside.

Either they broke through the Buddha's light and entered the capital, or they had fallen into the third reincarnation.

"No, if you force yourself to hold on, you will soon repeat the same mistake. The right thing to do is to recover your strength first and find a way to make your body adapt to the Buddha's light."

Shen Lian paused slightly, put the Buddha statue behind him on the ground, drank a few sips of medicinal wine that enhanced his five senses, and listened attentively to the discussions in the city.

"Amitabha, there is a Buddha appearance in Da Ci'en Temple."

"I didn't expect that four living Buddhas from heaven would come to the mortal world. If they fulfill their wishes, wouldn't all of us mortals be able to live forever?"

"I heard that Mr. Zhang's youngest son became a disciple of the Golden Body Arhat?"

"Yes, I saw him yesterday. He no longer looked like an ordinary person."

.........

"After reincarnation after reincarnation, the Buddha of Da Ci'en Temple is no longer just Jin Chanzi. The second reincarnation is four Buddhas. What about the third time?"

"It can't be that all the Buddhas in the sky are gathered in Da Ci'en Temple, right?"

Shen Lian was completely confused and didn't understand which reincarnation was a repeat of what happened a thousand years ago.

"Who?"

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and noticed a figure twitching at the city gate.

This person was transformed by a Taoist priest from the Dragon Palace, but his soul had long since departed. However, another soul forcibly took over the body of the Niwan Palace and revived him.

"Hoohoohoo."

He gasped for breath as if he was drowning, and backed away repeatedly with a look of fear on his face.

Shen Lian recognized at a glance that the other party was the Dragon King of the South China Sea. The latter had secretly made a move in the Taoist priest's body and was willing to destroy his own body in order to take over the soul.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea knelt and crawled away from the city gate, crying and shouting like a madman.

"It's all a scam! The idea of ​​ascending to the underworld is all a scam!!"

"Millions of little white dragons are trapped in a fake town. Hahaha, so what if they become immortals? It's still a dead end!"

As he spoke, the flesh and blood of the Dragon King of the South China Sea began to rot bit by bit.

"I don't want to die. Please let me go back to Dragon Palace. From now on, I will never dare to touch the netherworld again. I will stay in Dragon Palace and wait for death!"

The Dragon King of the South China Sea had a weak voice and fragments of internal organs protruding from his mouth.

He took out the dragon tendon lock, but in less than half a breath it had turned into pus. Despair was evident on his expression and he cursed continuously.

puff.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea fell to the ground, and his spirit began to dissipate.

Upon seeing this, Shen Lian had an idea, and the ghost shadow absorbed the remaining soul of the South China Sea Dragon King into his dantian.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea was left with only a spiritual light. After being nourished by the medicinal wine, he regained consciousness. As soon as he woke up, he saw the tenth-grade flesh and blood lotus platform in front of him.

He was completely stunned, as he was under the impression that only the Taoist and Buddha possessed the tenth-grade lotus platform.

immediately.

The golden body of martial arts emerged in the center of the lotus platform. Because it maintained the Purple Mansion Tempering Method, it exuded the aura of the Dragon King of the North Sea.

"you……"

The Dragon King of the South Sea knew very well that the other party was not the Dragon King of the North Sea at all.

Most likely, some powerful person disguised himself as the Dragon King of the North Sea and sneaked into the depths of the underworld. No wonder there are only tens of thousands of strong men left alive in the Dragon Palace.

"Save me, Immortal! I can serve you forever!!"

The Dragon King of the South China Sea pleaded humbly, but Shen Lian remained unmoved.

He realized that Shen Lian wanted to get information about Huangquan, and quickly said: "My lord, all the little white dragons are imprisoned in the capital, experiencing the painful torture of reincarnation!"

"Aren't you talking about the underworld?"

"It... is the underworld. If you continue to go deeper into reincarnation, this place will be a complete hell on earth."

The remaining soul of the South China Sea Dragon King trembled continuously and turned into a red and white koi. "The third reincarnation is full of demons, and all the little white dragons in the fourth reincarnation have gone crazy!!"

"Only by worshipping in Da Ci'en Temple and becoming one of the living Buddhas can they survive in this world!"

Shen Lian remained silent. The Dragon King of the South China Sea said anxiously, "My Immortal, leave Huangquan immediately! We lack the living Buddha's token, so we are doomed to not be able to set foot in Da Ci'en Temple!!"

"Token."

Shen Lian mobilized his remaining spirit and imprinted the scenes of the outside world on his middle dantian.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea stared with wide eyes at the statue of Golden Cicada Buddha who was sitting cross-legged with a smile on his face.

"Immortal, it is a token of trust."

Shen Lian smiled helplessly. When he was in the Dragon Palace, he vaguely felt the recognition of the little white dragon's original body, which was actually reflected in a strange Buddha statue.

"Immortal, you are also... Little White Dragon?"

The Dragon King of the South China Sea swallowed his saliva. Could it be that the little white dragon who could be born on the tenth-grade lotus platform was the Tathagata Buddha on the top of Lingshan Mountain in the West in his previous life?
Shen Lian had roughly understood that with the teleportation tree as a trump card, it was indeed necessary for him to go to Da Ci'en Temple and meet Jin Chanzi.

Even this recollection is most likely false.

"Immortal, I have left a fish egg in the heart of this body. Please help me take out the egg, and I can take over the body and revive myself."

"Oh?"

"My Immortal, if I can help you to enter the Da Ci'en Temple, you will definitely have a better chance."

The Dragon King of the South China Sea spoke in a flattering tone, and Bone Blade took the initiative to dig out the fish eggs and brought them over.

Shen Lian played with the fish eggs. There was no trace of dragon blood in them. They were purely prepared in advance by the Dragon King of the South China Sea in order to escape the restrictions of the Dragon Palace.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

"Excuse me, this is exactly what I want."

"Fairy..."

Before the Dragon King of the South China Sea could finish his words, the lotus platform had already swallowed up the remaining soul.

Shen Lian threw the fish eggs into the ghost gourd, and soon the stone eggs merged into the fish eggs, and in a moment they hatched into a finger-sized koi.

If nothing unexpected happens, the growth direction of Shilan's new demon form should be the King of Inspiration.

“The Buddha statue is the admission ticket, but if you want to use the admission ticket, it is not enough at the moment.”

Shen Lian gave up resisting the Buddha's light and felt dizzy again.

When his five senses recovered, he had come to the locust tree for the third time. Leaves fell on his head and the drizzle was about to pour down.

Shen Lian looked around and saw a new grave where his third uncle should have been standing.

[Yu San's tomb, left by his nephew Yu Tuwa]

The Buddha statue was discarded on the roadside. It looked almost exactly like a living person. There were spots of blood at the corners of its smiling mouth, which seemed to come from the dead Yu San.

"The third reincarnation is even crazier."

"Uncle San died while transporting the Golden Cicada Buddha statue."

"It looks like we have to fight our way out."

(End of this chapter)