I can't be a demon.

Chapter 355: Crazy World

The Buddha statue holds three jade cicadas in its hands and sits cross-legged with a smile on his face. His appearance is so lifelike, as if the real golden cicada looks like this.

Shen Lian moved closer to the Buddha statue, and in the blink of an eye the statue disappeared.

Followed by.

His body sank, and the Buddha statue had fallen on his back. Moreover, the posture of the Buddha statue changed slightly, which looked extremely strange and inexplicable.

Shen Lian's whole body was tense, ready to leave the depths of the underworld through the teleportation tree at any time.

"kindness?"

The Buddha's light remaining in the body was inexplicably pulled and slowly sank into the Buddha statue, and then a faint sound of Amitabha came to his ears.

"It seems that this is correct. The Buddha statue is the proof of Da Ci'en Temple."

"With the Buddha statue here, it can at least block more than 70% of the Buddha's light."

Shen Lian had a premonition that as the cycle of reincarnation continued, the Buddha statue would become more and more vivid. Although it could withstand more Buddha's light, the danger of passing through the official road would also increase greatly accordingly.

"The weight of the Buddha statue is only 40 to 50 kilograms. Even if there is some strength left and it does not transform into a giant, it will be more than enough to reach the capital in two hours."

As Shen Lian walked, his pupils shrank slightly when he passed by his uncle's grave.

In just a short moment, a hole appeared in the raised grave, as if the corpse inside had crawled out of it, but the problem was that he had no idea.

The suppression of the body and soul restricted the previously unstoppable perception in many ways.

"Country boy."

Shen Lian turned around suddenly and saw a figure standing under the locust tree.

The figure had broken limbs and a bent spine. He spoke in a hoarse and low voice, "Why don't you give Uncle San a ride, country boy?"

"who are you?"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

The aura emitted by Uncle San was completely different, the same as that of the Dragon Palace alchemist before, and it was obvious that his body was occupied by a strange soul.

"Country boy..."

Shen Lian spat out a drop of Tianhe water and hit it directly at the Niwan Palace of the corpse.

Once penetrated, one can take advantage of the situation to use the lotus platform to perform fishing magic. Even the soul of an earthly immortal cannot withstand the sixth-level magic.

"Amitabha."

The corpse had its hands clasped together and its mouth slightly open.

The Buddha's light scattered in all directions, mixed with a faint resentment. Then a ghost slowly crawled out of the mouth of the corpse and was pierced by the water of the Milky Way.

The remaining water drops evaporated completely under the Buddha's light.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, and the weight of the Buddha statue on his back suddenly increased by two or three hundred kilograms.

The corpse changed its expression, its facial features revealed piety, but combined with its awkward movements, it carried an indescribable weirdness.

"Little nephew, there is such a strong murderous aura and such a thick blood."

"Jin Chanzi doesn't like killing. You are only increasing the killing by carrying his statue. It will become increasingly difficult for you to move forward. Amitabha."

Shen Lian did not respond, his eyes searching for flaws in the corpse.

The corpse said with interest: "With your energy and blood, I'm afraid you will encounter many disasters along the way. If you want to reach the capital, you must give up something and gain something."

"Only when I step into the Da Ci'en Temple can I be considered as a formal disciple of Jin Chanzi."

For some reason, Shen Lian felt that the aura emanating from the corpse was very familiar, as if he had come into contact with it before, but had no impression of it.

He couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard Jin Chanzi, and was a little bit unsure whether he could contact Tang Seng so easily.

The corpse tilted its head and murmured, "Give me your body, and I will personally take you to the Da Ci'en Temple, and kill an Arhat so that you can be reincarnated. How about that?"

Without waiting for Shen Lian to speak, the corpse naturally said to itself: "Forget it, it's still interesting to keep you. Besides, if your heart is not sincere, your meat will not be fresh."

Shen Lian was pondering the identity of the visitor. Jin Chanzi was a disciple of Tathagata. Theoretically speaking, the disciples of the Three Buddhas were all his fellow disciples.

It is not known whether this person appears in Journey to the West.

"Nephew, I'll be waiting for you at Da Ci'en Temple."

The body fell to the ground with its head raised.

When Shen Lian saw that the corpse was no longer moving, he buried it back into the grave.

He looked towards the direction of the capital, and even though it was still hundreds of miles away, he could still see the faint Buddha light. It was obvious that the number of Buddhas in the Da Ci'en Temple of the third reincarnation was far beyond imagination.

"It means that a thousand years ago, on the eve of the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, the immortals held a meeting in the Sanqing Temple, and the Buddha held a meeting in the capital of the Tang Dynasty."

"We have to be careful. We don't know how the situation will develop."

As soon as Shen Lian stepped onto the official road, he intentionally sped up his pace.

Compared to the second reincarnation, there are a lot more passers-by on the official road, but all of them are indescribably weird and behave strangely.

Click, click...

The footsteps came closer and closer, and the woman called her lover and cried while covering her face.

Shen Lian had seen the woman before. After her third reincarnation, her hands and face were covered with blood and flesh, and she had turned into a non-human.

"My dear, why did you come to see me only now?"

Shen Lian hesitated a little, and when he stopped for a few moments, another ghost approached.

"Brother, have you seen my head?"

The headless child kicked his own head, his three thousand years of cultivation making him a little weaker.

Then came the skinny scholar, who was so hungry that he ate the remains on the roadside. When he smelled Shen Lian's blood, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Shen Lian dodged repeatedly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

If it weren't for the catastrophe of heaven and earth, they might have been just ordinary mortals. Now they have become demons with low intelligence, which is really a pity.

He remembered what the corpse had said before: there is gain in loss.

"Why don't I cut my own flesh to lure away the demons, so that they won't..."

"Oh shit!!!"

Shen Lian knocked his chest hard, his heart pounding, and his eyes suddenly regained clarity. "The bald donkey is so evil that he can confuse people with just a few words. Only an idiot would cut off his flesh to feed the demon!"

"Recalling the past is indeed something that cannot be underestimated. Even if it is just a false illusion, the Buddha's methods in it are no different from those thousands of years ago."

The lotus platform falls on the Niwan Palace, and is entirely used to protect the primordial spirit.

Shen Lian turned around and walked away. It was no problem for him to shake off the demon that was only three or four thousand years old. But after only a few steps, his mood became uncertain again.

"Golden Cicada will spare the demons, but I am not Golden Cicada. Buddhism affects my thoughts all the time."

"Oh, it's just a little extra weight, it won't restrict my movements."

Shen Lian walked towards the demons. The demons gathered around him. The temptation of blood made them lose their instinct to sense danger.

You know, a thousand years ago, no one had eaten Tang Monk's flesh. The only precedent for a tonic like Shen Lian's was probably the golden cicada.

Shen Lian could hear the sound of bones colliding all over his body, and he threw a few punches without thinking.

The noisy whispering stopped abruptly.

[Appraisal completed, Six Paths Ksitigarbha experience +0.09%]

[Appraisal completed, Six Paths Ksitigarbha experience +0.06%]

[Appraisal completed, Six Paths Ksitigarbha experience +0.08%]

The weight of the Buddha statue suddenly increased, reaching nearly a thousand kilograms.

Shen Lian had long been accustomed to it. He had been carrying the water of the Tianhe River all year round, and even a thousand pounds could not have any effect on tempering his body.

He strode forward with great strides, his murderous intent no longer restrained.

"Just in time, Starling needs some experience to advance to level seven."

Shen Lian's mind was clear and his soul benefited greatly from it. The demons he encountered in his third reincarnation posed no threat at all.

.........

at the same time.

A dozen escorts led the caravan to the capital.

The four old horses seemed to understand the escort's complaints and were so scared that they dared not stop. At the same time, blood was already oozing out of their fur.

Especially on the abdomen, there was a thin seam that was constantly dripping with blood. "The old horses are becoming less and less useful for pulling goods. Boss, let's change them someday."

The escort leader in the carriage sneered, "Everyone is devoted to worshipping Buddha nowadays, and good horses are hard to find. It was not easy to pick out the four human and livestock."

"you do not say."

"Once the things are delivered to Da Ci'en Temple, we will naturally get new horses..."

The escort leader hadn't finished speaking when he seemed to sense the strong Qi and blood. "Stop for a moment. There is a good horse with strong Qi and blood nearby. It will be worth a lot if sold to Da Ci'en Temple after breeding."

The escorts were overjoyed and they quickly took out a complete horse hide, the inside of which was covered in blood, as if it had just been peeled off.

The four old horses neighed, which sounded a bit like people wailing.

At this moment.

The air was filled with smoke and dust, and a mountain breeze blew up out of nowhere.

The escort leader shuddered, lifted the curtain and looked at the other end of the official road.

In the smoke and dust, a figure over two meters tall stepped out slowly, his robe stained with blood, as if tangible blood and energy were distorting the air.

"He's a good embryo for breeding animals." The escort leader looked at the Buddha statue behind Shen Lian again, "What a pity, he's a monk from the Da Ci'en Temple."

He said unwillingly: "Let it go."

"Boss, but..."

"There's nothing to worry about." The escort leader was about to scold the escort, but his expression froze, and suddenly he realized that the figure in the distance had disappeared.

His face suddenly changed and he hurriedly picked up a string of Buddhist beads.

“Master, please hold back! I am a lay disciple of the Da Ci’en Temple!!”

But it was too late.

thump.

Shen Lian fell from the sky and landed heavily on his right foot. The carriage was torn into pieces, and spider-web-like cracks spread for a thousand meters, leaving almost no one alive.

Only the leader of the escort team barely survived, lying on the ground twitching with serious injuries.

Shen Lian noticed that the appearance of the escort leader was extremely strange, and even had a bit of solemnity, and his facial features were similar to those of the Golden Cicada Buddha statue.

"I...I have been enlightened by the Living Buddha and am a lay disciple."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Shen Lian threw a punch, and the escort leader was completely dead.

The weight of the Buddha statue reached four thousand kilograms. Shen Lian had to transform into three meters to avoid being affected. Then he took the initiative to run towards the tea shop.

As soon as I came across the stall run by a couple, a pungent smell hit me.

Business is becoming more and more prosperous.

The tea drinker stared at the huge pot of boiling water, his eyes filled with greed.

Greasy steam rose, and the couple stirred the big pot with a wooden stick. No one knew what was stewing inside, which attracted countless flies.

Like the escort leader, their facial features are also dignified and solemn.

Shen Lian had a blank expression on his face, and the bone blade at his waist was slightly unsheathed.

Clang!
The edge flashed by.

The teahouse collapsed, and the tea drinkers who had come back to their senses were terrified. They all looked at the overturned pot and couldn't help retching.

Shen Lian's ankles sank into the soil, and the murderous intent in his heart was boiling.

Evil and devious methods kept appearing before one's eyes, and along the official road, apart from man-eating monsters, there were also scenes of people eating each other.

The Yingke Temple in the third reincarnation was empty.

There is no trace of the old monk’s body, nor of the so-called demons. Every reincarnation is full of variables that cannot be predicted based on experience alone.

Shen Lian didn't know how many times he had swung his sword. The Buddha statue on his back was as heavy as Mount Tai. His body was over four meters tall, and he even had an illusion of numbness.

"A thousand years ago... was this the situation in the Tang Dynasty?"

It was not until the Buddha's light brushed his face that he was brought back to his senses.

With the Buddha statue attracting the Buddha's light, Shen Lian walked towards the city gate smoothly, but every step he took caused the ground to shake and cracks to spread.

When he entered the capital, the people noticed the statue on the back and gave way.

Shen Lian didn't even need to use his magical powers of food supplements. All the people in the city were disguised as Little White Dragon, and they were all maintaining their identities intentionally or unintentionally.

how to say.

The false memories constructed by Xiaobailong's real body in the depths of the underworld are like a drama, a drama performed by countless himself.

After a long time, the little white dragons have become accustomed to the roles they play.

They even forgot their original origins and lived like the walking dead.

Some of the little white dragons also have majestic appearances, are generally of high level of Taoism, wear luxurious clothes, and hold high positions in the third reincarnation.

At first glance, it looked as if there were dozens of Buddha statues placed among the crowd.

Shen Lian couldn't help but take a breath.

"The Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago should not be as exaggerated as I recall, but the form is probably close to it. Little White Dragon's original body is expressing a point."

"Before the great catastrophe of heaven and earth comes, those who do evil will become Buddhas right on the spot!!!"

Most of the people with dignified appearances hold high positions of power or practice evil ways. They seem to be getting closer to the Buddha through evil deeds.

Shen Lian felt horrified. It was hard for him to imagine the horror of the 27th year of Zhenguan.

The Heavenly Court has no time to care about the mortal world, the order of the Three Realms has collapsed, the demons are out of control, and a plague called the True Scripture is sweeping the world of Journey to the West.

It's definitely a crazy world.

"What is the meaning of Little White Dragon maintaining false memories from a thousand years ago?"

Shen Lian didn't understand why, but it was definitely related to Jin Chanzi. If he could figure it out, he would be able to get a glimpse of the truth behind the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

He walked along the streets and alleys and came to the gate of Da Ci'en Temple.

A thousand years later, the Da Ci'en Temple has been built into a residential area. Today, it is like a Buddhist kingdom on earth, and at least twelve Buddhas have descended here.

The weight of the Golden Cicada Buddha statue dropped sharply and returned to its normal material during the first reincarnation.

The Twelve Buddhas are scattered in various temples, with no contact with the outside world. The doors and windows are tightly closed, with sealed talismans affixed to them, and they are worshipped by a large number of disciples.

Two monks were waiting for Shen Lian in advance and waved their hands to signal him to enter the temple.

"Please come in, Buddhist."

"Son of Buddha..." Shen Lian had no idea what the Da Ci'en Temple was up to. He repeatedly confirmed that the Buddha's light would not affect the teleportation tree before taking a step forward.

“How many Buddhist disciples are there in Da Ci’en Temple?”

"To the Buddhists, there are 1,348 of them, but only 27 of them are here now."

Shen Lian sneered. It seemed that the other little white dragon Buddhist disciples who had entered the Da Ci'en Temple were in a deeper and more chaotic reincarnation.

The history of Da Ci'en Temple has been completely erased, and something must have happened afterwards.

The monk leading the way stopped, lowered his head and retreated to the wall.

dong dong dong.

The sound of wooden fish echoed, and a monk in a white robe came towards us.

He held a tortoise shell in his hand and tapped it gently with a carved finger bone, "Junior nephew, you are very vicious and have killed countless people."

"who are you?"

Shen Lian naturally recognized the other party's aura. It was the Buddha who took over his third uncle's body.

This person is not among the Twelve Buddhas, but according to the previous introduction, he should be Jin Chanzi's senior brother, and must also be from Lingshan in the West.

"I?"

The white-robed monk smiled, revealing sharp teeth that did not belong to a human.

"A disciple of Maitreya Buddha, sent to Da Ci'en Temple to preside over this Dharma Assembly."

"My name is ..."

"Yellow Eyebrow."

(End of this chapter)