I can't be a demon.

Chapter 370 Another Me
The temple was dead silent.

The vortex of scriptures between Shen Lian’s eyebrows was looming, and the Buddha’s light was shining all around him. He looked much more like Buddha than those twisted monks.

He narrowed his eyes and used the monk's threat to delve into the unknown scriptures.

Shen Lian noticed that the unknown true scriptures and the false Buddhist teachings mastered by the monks of Xiaoxitian seemed to have the same origin, but were different.

The monks didn't know Shen Lian's true strength, so they didn't dare to move forward for a moment.

At the same time, there was a rustling sound coming from the pile of corpses. A man crawled out very cautiously and looked at Shen Lian's back.

The man's name was Yan Wen, he was wearing an old robe from the Ministry of Finance, his realm was only the initial ninth realm of the Heavenly Palace, and he showed signs of practicing martial arts.

Facing Shen Lian who was enveloped in dazzling Buddha light, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"This person... must be the evil Buddha of Xiaoxitian. He is probably already in the realm of human immortal. He is the Venerable Jialan mentioned by Xiaoxitian."

"Why did Venerable Jia Lan appear in the most remote place?"

The reason why Yan Wen reminded Shen Lian was because he sensed the latter's blood and energy and thought that the other party was also a surviving disciple of the Eight Divisions of Ghost Market.

But once the scripture between the eyebrows was revealed, it had already proved Shen Lian's identity in disguise.

Only the evil Buddha recognized by Xiao Xitian can refine this true scripture. According to them, the spiral scripture is called [Sanskrit].

It is said that Sanskrit is the Mahayana Buddhism that Huang Mei understood.

As the understanding of Sanskrit deepens, the Buddha will naturally be able to transcend the realm.

The vortex between Shen Lian’s eyebrows is only one circle. Usually, within five circles, it is the Kāla-śāstra level, which is equivalent to a human immortal. More than five circles, it is the perfect Arhat level of a human immortal. More than ten circles, it is only the Bodhisattva level of a rumored earthly immortal.

"Strange, aren't all evil Buddhas twisted in body and soul? Why is he an exception?"

Yan Wen had a solemn expression and quietly took out the talisman to escape from Xiaoxitian.

"If it were an ordinary human immortal, I would still have a chance to survive. I will wait until the monks focus their attention on Venerable Jia Lan, and then find a chance to leave."

Hatred flashed across his eyes. Ever since the Yellow-browed Old Buddha established Little Western Paradise on the ruins of Heaven, all the righteous gods of the Eight Divisions had disappeared.

Most of the eight disciples were transferred to Xiao Leiyin Temple, and only a few of them survived.

Yan Wen is one of the few disciples who adhere to the Eight Divisions' Taoist traditions. There are only a thousand of them, wandering around the shallow ghost market. This time they came to Xiao Xitian to find the Eight Divisions' righteous gods.

"Damn it, we already have clues about the true gods. If we escape and leave, it will be useless to enter Xiao Xitian again."

Yan Wen grabbed the talisman tightly and then let out a long sigh.

In any case, only by staying alive can the orthodoxy of the Eight Divisions be re-established. It will take a thousand years if not a hundred years. Even if all the eight righteous gods die out, sooner or later someone among them will stand out and be promoted to earthly immortal.

Yan Wen was about to activate the talisman when his expression suddenly became shocked.

I saw a monk fanatically chanting the four words "Venerable Jia Lan" and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times towards Shen Lian. As a result, when he was within ten meters.

Click click click.

A creepy sound of bones colliding was heard.

The monk had just witnessed the swirling scripture between Shen Lian’s eyebrows when his limbs twisted for no reason and his bones began to curl up in a strange and inexplicable way.

Snapped.

The monk turned into a ball and disappeared completely.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, as if he had figured out some uses of the unknown scriptures. He tried to disperse them to directly twist the monk to death.

Abbot Liangran slowed down his pace, pointed at Shen Lian's forehead and shouted: "Buddha's Sanskrit is all clockwise, but his Sanskrit is counterclockwise!"

"He is not Venerable Jialan!! He is the great demon mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures!!!"

"Oh?"

Shen Lian touched his brow and turned to look at the Buddha statue in the temple.

It is indeed as Abbot Liaoran said, the vortex of scriptures on the Buddha statue is clockwise. I don’t know if it is because of different paths of enlightenment.

Shen Lian relied on the career panel to forcibly refine the unknown scriptures.

The evil Buddhas were probably bestowed upon them by Little Western Heaven.

"Let me look through your Buddhist scriptures. I'm very curious about how the so-called great demon is recorded in them, hehehe."

Shen Lian walked towards the temple.

The monks came to their senses, the fear in their eyes was beyond words, the Buddha's light surged all over their bodies, and they desperately waved their fists to try to stop Shen Lian's actions.

Abbot Liaoran stumbled into the temple and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue to pray.

Bang bang bang.

Shen Lian moved his index finger, and his fingertips fell on the eyebrows of the monks one by one. When he pulled his finger out, a little blood fell, and their souls turned to ashes.

"It's really scary. What did the Yellow Eyebrow Buddha find in the ruins of the Heavenly Palace?"

He glanced at his fingertips and saw that the flesh that had touched the twisted monk was actually in a swirling shape.

You know, he is a real earthly immortal with an unprecedented foundation, but he was injured when facing a group of pseudo-eighth-realm monks.

Shen Lian walked past the dazed Yan Wen and came to the simple temple.

He ignored the abbot Liaoran who was beating a wooden fish and chanting scriptures, looked at the Buddha statue, and couldn't help laughing and said, "It looks a bit like me."

There was a line of large characters engraved on the plaque.

【Present Buddha Shakyamuni】

"Interesting, I haven't even joined the Little Leiyin Temple yet, but Master Huangmei has already helped me sculpt a Buddha statue, Sakyamuni? Haha, Master, why are you still thinking about it so much?"

Shen Lian picked up several Buddhist scriptures on the altar and began to read them.

Soon, he discovered records about the great demon.

"When Sakyamuni attained enlightenment, a trace of evil thought transformed into the demon lord Tianwen. Tianwen is the lord of the Buddhist Desire Realm of Paranirmita-vasavartin. He is an evildoer and a murderer, and he always hates Buddhism."

There are related illustrations in the Buddhist scriptures, which show a demon and a Buddha with similar appearances.

There is a clockwise vortex between Sakyamuni's eyebrows, and a counterclockwise vortex between the demon lord's eyebrows. The picture shows Sakyamuni holding the demon lord down.

Shen Lian sneered a few times. It seemed that Huang Mei had already foreseen that he would come to Xiao Xitian, and he was also very familiar with this unknown scripture.

"However, since the Demon Lord is talking about me, it seems that Sakyamuni is referring to something else."

Shen Lian had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and an idea came to his mind.

at the same time.

The scriptures recited by Abbot Liangran became increasingly disordered, his facial features became more distorted, and his face looked like a sunken vortex of horror.

Then he held his head with both hands and his body became extremely thin.

The talisman that Yan Wen was holding spontaneously combusted without fire, and he turned pale with fright.

He did not move away from the temple immediately. Although he was not clear about the Demon Lord's origins, it was obvious that Shen Lian stood on the opposite side of Xiao Xitian.

"Demon... Demon Lord, that ghost monk has attained enlightenment and is about to be promoted to a human immortal, or to be called the Venerable Jia Lan. You'd better be careful."

After Yan Wen's reminder, Shen Lian put down the Buddhist scripture in his hand.

"Don't leave! Demon Lord!!"

Abbot Liaoran murmured incoherently, his distorted facial features gradually disappeared, and a vortex formed a clockwise scripture between his eyebrows.

From the perspective of the naked eye, Abbot Liaoran was just skin and bones and was almost dying.

If it were through the unknown true scriptures, the Buddha's light of the abbot would have risen into the sky, his skin would have been stained with gold, and his aura would have been extremely strong.

"May the Buddha have mercy on me and allow me to save you, the great demon!"

Shen Lian still stood there, feeling the strangeness of his body and soul, as if an invisible force was twisting his body and soul.

The unknown scripture took the initiative to fight back, but it was only at the level of Theravada Buddhism after all. Not long after, a vortex appeared in his chest.

Abbot Liangran’s confidence increased greatly and he continued to recite a few verses of scriptures.

Then four pairs of arms grew out from the ribs, the neck rose half a meter, and a Buddha's light formed a deformed and terrifying shadow of Buddha behind the head.

“After liberating the great demon, you will surely be received by Sakyamuni, and it is not impossible for you to achieve the status of Arhat then.” Abbot Liangran stretched out his twisted limbs, and his fists had some of the flavor of the Thousand Arms Fist.

The shadow behind his head made the same movement, and the entire temple seemed to be shrouded in brilliance. The strength he displayed was far beyond that of a beginner human immortal.

Yan Wen could feel the terror of Abbot Ran just with his naked eyes.

He was full of distracting thoughts, and only by facing the evil Buddha could he understand the despair within. Ordinary cultivators had to risk their lives to be promoted to human immortals, but the evil Buddha could make rapid progress with just a simple epiphany.

No wonder Xiao Xitian doesn't care about the remaining eight disciples at all.

"How can we take back the Eight Sects? Do the Righteous Gods really have a chance of defeating the Yellow Eyebrows?"

Yan Wen's face turned blue and purple, his body and soul had gone astray, despair almost broke his will, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

He heard Shen Lian's sighs, as if he was praising Xiao Xitian.

Yan Wen raised his head and happened to see a series of Buddhist seals hitting Shen Lian. The latter smiled and gently stroked the bone blade at his waist, with an intriguing expression.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "How can we place our hopes on the Demon Lord? Even if the Demon Lord is willing to help the Eight Tribes, he is not from the same sect..."

As soon as the thought came to mind, an indescribable heat came over me.

Yan Wen subconsciously covered his face. His skin and flesh were sizzling, clearly the blood and energy were burning to the extreme. He looked incredible.

"Warrior? How can he be a warrior?!"

Yan Wen looked again and saw that Shen Lian's right hand had expanded to a size of ten meters.

Abbot Liangran had no power to fight back, his head was tightly grasped by his right hand, and his other arms kept struggling, but the strength gap was too great.

There was a daze in Yan Wen's eyes, and his energy and blood seemed real and did not seem fake.

In an instant.

Shen Lian's five fingers suddenly contracted, his muscles tensed, and his blood and energy reached a point where he couldn't even look straight at it, causing Yan Wen to burst into tears.

"Hey."

When Yan Wen heard Shen Lian calling her, she quickly wiped away her tears.

Shen Lian asked, "This person is the abbot of the temple. If he dies, will it cause trouble?"

Abbot Liangran squeezed out words from his throat, word by word, "Demon...Demon Lord, my Buddha will not...let you go..."

"Say it."

Yan Wen hesitated and said, "It will be fine in the short term, but all the temples within a thousand miles are under the jurisdiction of a Bodhisattva. When the day of offering sacrifice comes, the Bodhisattva will definitely notice something."

"It'll be fine for a short time."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, a tiny muffled sound echoed.

Fragments of flesh and bones squeezed out from between the fingers, and the headless corpse fell to the ground. The limbs twitched for a moment, and then the breath stopped abruptly.

Shen Lian's right arm returned to normal, but his fingers were twisted beyond recognition.

"You are a hedgehog, you can't touch me. If you do, you will be unlucky."

He exerted his strength and forced his fingers to straighten one by one.

Fortunately, only the physical body was distorted. If it was the soul, there would probably be problems with cognition, and the true and false perceptions would be reversed.

"What do you call it?"

Shen Lian opened his mouth and swallowed, and all the corpses sank into the furnace.

Yan Wen shuddered, "Master Demon, I am Yan Wen, an outer disciple of the Ministry of Finance. I am not from Xiao Xitian, but I am affiliated with..."

"You also studied martial arts?"

When Yan Wen heard Shen Lian mention martial arts, he became even more certain that the latter was also a martial artist.

"Yes, most of the eight Nuo immortals were killed or injured, and the immortal species became extinct a hundred years ago. Now the eight sects only have the martial arts path left."

Yan Wen asked cautiously, "Does the Demon Lord recognize my master Gao Qiu?"

"How is Gao Qiu?"

When Shen Lian heard the familiar name, he realized that the eight disciples who had survived until now were most likely gangs formed by Junior Brother Gao Qiu.

"Master has already achieved human immortality, but it's a pity that he got too few martial arts immortal seeds at the beginning, otherwise we wouldn't have to look for the traces of the righteous gods."

Yan Wen guessed that Shen Lian was one of the few people who obtained the martial arts immortal seed.

He was secretly excited. This way, the Eight Divisions would have two human immortals. Gao Qiu wouldn't have to fight alone, and his chances of finding the true god would increase.

Shen Lian didn't expect that Gao Qiu had already transformed into an immortal.

With Gao Qiu's qualifications, every step must have been extremely difficult. He also has to lead the eight groups of disciples to regroup. He is no longer the junior brother we remembered.

"Where is Gao Qiu?"

"He has already gone deep into the Lesser Western Paradise. Only Master knows the details. I can only contact him for a short while every six months."

Shen Lian suspected that Ghost Dad and other demons were also with Gao Qiu, otherwise it would be unrealistic for a mere human immortal to survive in Xiao Xitian.

He stretched himself and said, "Yan Wen, I will stay here for a while. If you have any questions about martial arts, feel free to ask me."

Yan Wen said softly: "Senior, Master once said that martial arts cannot be studied too deeply."

"kindness?"

"He said that martial arts were created by Sakyamuni, and practicing martial arts is like preparing wedding clothes for Sakyamuni, so the Eight Sects of the Dao must be re-established."

Shen Lian opened his mouth wide, and his blood and energy kept leaking out.

Yan Wen took several steps back.

"Yan Wen, please continue. What else did Gao Qiu mention?"

Yan Wen said with a stiff face: "Master said that after Sakyamuni worshipped in Xiaoxitian, the Eight Tribes had no chance of taking back the ruins of the Heavenly Palace."

"Haha."

"Come, tell me more about this Sakyamuni."

Shen Lian grasped the bone blade at his waist, and bursts of sword chanting filled the air.

"Shakyamuni's original name was Shen Lian. He should have been a Taoist priest of the Plague Department and the founder of the martial arts in the world. His cultivation reached the level of a terrestrial immortal."

Yan Wen secretly glanced at Shen Lian's reaction, and the latter seemed to be suppressing his anger.

"Xiaoxitian was founded by Huangmei, and Buddhism was taught by Sakyamuni."

"No wonder." Shen Lian sighed: "Every bald donkey exudes the aura of a fake warrior."

Clang.

The bone blade is unsheathed.

As the sword flashed, the Buddha statue behind Shen Lian turned into powder.

He has figured out the situation. Sakyamuni is indeed related to him. It is the life-saving hair that was left at the ruins of heaven.

There is a hint of Shen Lian's aura in Monkey Brother's hair.

Huang Mei used hair to make a fake and refine the real thing, and created a Sakyamuni to teach martial arts. Most likely, mortals who lack heavenly souls are involved.

"Fake is fake. What's the point of a weird martial art?"

"Shakyamuni, you should know of my existence, right? You claim to be the Buddha and call me the devil lord. How ridiculous."

"You care so much about the truth, how afraid are you that I will show up?"

Shen Lian tore off a page of scriptures that recorded the pictures of Buddha and demons, and pasted it on the wall upside down.

In the original picture, it was the demon lord that was suppressed by Sakyamuni, but when it was turned around, it was the demon lord that pounced on Sakyamuni.

"Yan Wen, after you contact your master, tell him."

"Senior brother is back."

(End of this chapter)