I can't be a demon.

Chapter 371 He’s back!!!

Senior brother?

Yan Wen hesitated for a moment, but had no impression of Shen Lian at all.

The main reason was that he had just joined the Little Leiyin Temple when the Ghost Market came, and he had no idea whether there was a person named Shen Lian in the Plague Department at that time.

Yan Wen asked tentatively: "Uncle, I wonder if you and Master have..."

Before he could finish his words, an indescribable fear surged in his heart.

Yan Wen didn't need to leave his body to hear a rustling and murmuring sound coming from Shen Lian's chest by turning sideways.

“Don’t kill me!!”

“Help! Help!!!”

He could tell that the sounds came from a dozen monks who had recently died, and that the sounds were becoming noticeably fainter as time went by.

Yan Wen's pupils shrank slightly, and he quietly took out the talisman for transmitting thoughts and asked his fellow Taoists.

As a result, they learned that when the Ghost Market fell, the gods from the Plague Department helped them escape from the Xiao Leiyin Temple, so all the remaining martial arts immortal seeds were prevented from leaking out.

The identity of the uncle-master in front of him suddenly became a little intriguing.

Not only does he look somewhat similar to Sakyamuni, even the monks in Xiaoxitian call Shen Lian "Demon Lord".

Yan Wen shuddered and couldn't help but recall Shen Lian's action of eating the corpse alive.

Rather than a warrior, it's more like... a demon!!

Shen Lian closed his eyes with a smile, as if he was savoring the deliciousness of the corpse. At the same time, a green-faced spider the size of a palm crawled out from his sleeve.

The green-faced spider was naturally transformed from a stone egg, and it was already its thirteenth demon form.

Yan Wen couldn't help but think to himself, "I can't stay here for long anyway. I have to go to Qingming Temple as soon as possible to find clues about the true god."

"For news about the Demon Lord, we can only wait until we contact Master next time."

Thinking of this, Yan Wen took the opportunity to leave the temple, but before he had taken a few steps, the wailing in Shen Lian's body stopped abruptly.

He glanced at it and saw that the vortex of scriptures between Shen Lian's eyebrows was constantly extending.

Yan Wen became even more certain that Shen Lian was definitely not a cultivator from the Plague Tribe. The strange and inexplicable reverse Sanskrit text was enough to make him dizzy even if he just stared at it for a few moments.

"Yan Wen, are you planning to go to Qingming Temple?"

Yan Wen looked surprised, then hesitantly replied: "Yes, I have something important to do."

"Jie Jie Jie."

"Wait a minute, an old friend will come to pick us up."

Shen Lian looked towards the temple with a strange smile.

The scriptures that were previously posted on the wall have disappeared, but the image of Sakyamuni suppressing the devil has appeared on the altar.

The flesh and blood squirmed, and the new Buddha statue took shape bit by bit.

The statue of Sakyamuni Buddha glared, his eyeballs rolled around randomly, and his upper and lower jaws repeated the same words.

"Evil demons and heretics, everyone can kill them!"

"Everyone can kill the evil demons and heretics!!"

"Evil heretics, people..."

Clang.

The bone blade was unsheathed, and the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha turned into powder again.

"Uncle Master, you..."

Shen Lian smiled without saying anything. His soul was digesting a large amount of memory fragments. With the help of his magical power of conceiving, he had already known some of the rules of Xiao Xitian.

[Spiritual Root Pregnancy: Actively absorbs 40,000-year-old Taoist demons within a large range, and spreads over time. Nurturing all things through nutrients, and obtaining the corpse's memories before death. ]

Even if the corpse has been dead for a long time, the magical power of conception can still obtain some information.

The process is just a little scary.

[Corpse of a monk with digestive disease, **True Scripture Experience +3.78%]

[Corpse of a monk with digestive disease, martial arts experience +1.18%]

[Corpse of a monk with digestive disease, **True Scripture Experience +2.56%]

.........

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. The corpse was not demonized, so it did not provide banyan tree experience, but it could increase the progress of two types of scriptures.

In just a moment, the unknown scripture had reached 41%, the vortex scripture continued to extend, and the martial arts scripture also benefited greatly.

"For me, the many monks who taught and taught by Sakyamuni are great meritorious deeds. I am afraid that the martial arts scriptures can help me go further."

"In that case."

"Shakyamuni, I accept all your hospitality towards me."

Shen Lian guessed that the sick monk in Xiaoxitian was probably related to the missing heavenly soul in the mortal world, and the fate of the Yellow-browed Old Buddha was definitely not simple.

He had two choices, either to leave Xiaoxitian temporarily.

Next, he would hide in the dark and look for Sakyamuni's weakness, as the latter would not be able to catch him.

Another option.

Defeated Sakyamuni head-on and took away all of the latter's accumulation in Lesser Western Paradise.

"I'm not alone, why should I be so timid? To be honest, the Holy Body of Recognition is no joke. I have relatives everywhere."

Shen Lian sat on the altar as if no one was around.

Yan Wen's face turned pale and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

He noticed that there were clouds rolling in the sky and a huge shadow a thousand meters long flashed by.

The strangeness of Xiaoxitian is beyond imagination.

"Be careful, here we go."

As soon as Shen Lian opened his mouth, a giant hand broke through the clouds and grabbed towards the temple.

Rumble.

"Every temple in Xiaoxitian must have an abbot. Once the abbot dies, the temple will be merged into the branch under the jurisdiction of Luohan."

"But considering Sakyamuni's cowardly character, I'm afraid he will be greeted by more than one Arhat."

After Shen Lian finished explaining, the five fingers of the giant hand had already embedded into the ground.

Yan Wen fell to the ground, clinging to the temple door tightly.

The giant hand directly dug out the temple and then shuttled through the mountains. It could be seen that there was a temple on every four or five mountain tops.

Shen Lian remained indifferent and took a few sips of medicinal wine from time to time.

He was absorbed in the unknown truth.

Only by understanding the unknown true scriptures can one be qualified to face the Yellow-browed Buddha.

Ghost Dad and others also have to be retrieved one by one. The hundreds of millions of ordinary souls in the Tang Dynasty cannot be easily dealt with by the Yellow-browed Old Buddha.

Shen Lian felt murderous intent.

The Tang Dynasty is the key to his own enlightenment. Not only can it provide a steady stream of experience in various professions, but it can also promote the true scriptures of martial arts.

He and the Yellow-browed Buddha are fighting to the death, and it is a dispute over the great way.

Shen Lian spread out his palms, and a bit of scripture appeared from the Martial Arts Sutra. After it appeared, it was completely different from mosquito larvae and mayflies, and its shape resembled a drop of blood.

This scripture was deduced by myself from Li Zhi's blood disease.

As long as it is spread to all mortals, they will be able to reproduce and pass on the true martial arts classics in the future, and mortals will no longer need to rely on external things to become immortals.

"Everyone is only half a step away from being as powerful as a dragon. With the support of hundreds of millions of warriors, I will be able to set foot on the Western Spiritual Mountain and find the hidden truth."

Moreover, if the Tang Dynasty were to fall, wouldn’t the world of Journey to the West be boring?

Yan Wen took a deep breath, endured the strong wind blowing in his face, and saw a twisted temple sitting on the top of the mountain not far away.

The temples are of strange shapes and their structures are distorted to the extreme.

The walking monk was also extremely deformed, and his entire body seemed to be constantly folded in half, eventually turning into an extremely bizarre spiral sphere.

There were not just one or two giant hands reaching out from the clouds, but more than a dozen pairs of them shuttling around everywhere.

It can be seen that the complete form of Xiao Xitian already has unique pseudo-heavenly rules, which may be related to the secrets deep in the ruins of the Heavenly Palace.

boom! ! !
The temple where Shen Lian was located fell heavily on the periphery of the temple and became a part of the temple.

dusty.

Yan Wen noticed that a large number of monks were approaching them, and he stood there at a loss. He had never thought that he would be so open and aboveboard. "Yan Wen, do what you need to do. They won't pay attention to you when I'm here."

Shen Lian's soul swept through the temple, and he immediately realized that the arhat sitting there was an acquaintance, so he simply sat cross-legged on the altar in a dignified manner.

"Brothers, let's get to work."

As soon as these words came out, it was as if the tangible demonic aura seeped out.

"It's really a demon! He...he is really a demon!!"

After hesitating for a few moments, Yan Wen threw out a handful of copper coins, which then turned into golden light and sank into the ground.

Before he escaped from the temple, he couldn't help but look back at Shen Lian. He could no longer contain his fear and almost lost his balance.

The scene that came into view was horrifying.

The moment Shen Lian closed his eyes, plant roots began to grow out of his blood vessels.

The banyan tree branches used Shen Lian's body as a carrier and soon reached a height of over ten meters, covering the sky and the moon and attracting the attention of countless eyes.

The boundless spiritual root with forty thousand years of cultivation already possesses the characteristics of an innate spiritual root.

Even temporary branches can exert 60% to 70% of their strength.

The trunk looked like a peeled limb, with dark red blood vessels crisscrossing the surface, as if blood was flowing through it.

puff.

The lush tree canopy is like a cloud of flesh and blood, covering an area within a thousand meters.

Even though Yan Wen was far away, he could still hear the heartbeat of the tree trunk, the branches swaying in the wind, and blood dripping from the ends.

Then, a boundless shadow spread.

A bloody mouth emerged, with densely packed sharp teeth flashing coldly.

The temple was plunged into complete darkness.

"Ghostland!"

"It's a ghost realm that can only be formed by a demon with at least 20,000 years of cultivation!!!"

Yan Wen took a quick glance and noticed the two thousand-year-old demons. As the person behind them, Shen Lian couldn't be a warrior.

Even today, the idea that warriors are the blood food of demons is still deeply rooted in people's minds.

More than a dozen monks from the Ninth Realm entered the ghost realm, but there was no disturbance at all, causing the following monks to stay on the edge and dare not move forward.

Whoosh whoosh.

Another spider silk tied up the monk and pulled him into the darkness without any warning.

The Buddha's light in Qingming Temple grew brighter, and the Arhat in charge obviously noticed Shen Lian, but did not take action immediately. Instead, he summoned the monks.

Shen Lian ignored the noise from the outside world and used his fishing skills to affect the unknown scriptures.

"It's better to be more high-profile. It's time to gather the old troops and take back the Ghost Market."

Occasionally, the corpses of one or two sick monks would also exacerbate the changes in the unknown scriptures.

Fragmentary memories flashed through his mind, showing the area covered with the roots of the peach trees, with tens of thousands of corpses hanging from the branches.

Shen Lian gradually mastered the unknown scriptures, and Qingming Temple returned to peace.

Three days later.

The branches of the banyan tree have reached a hundred meters, and the ghost domain of Taotie has also expanded. At the same time, the starling has returned to Xiaoxitian after strolling through the caves.

The number of monks gathering at Qingming Temple is increasing.

Yan Wen was horrified. After receiving Gao Qiu's active telepathic message, he immediately told the other party what had happened.

Gao Qiu fell into a long silence, and the telepathy was interrupted again.

.........

Deep in Xiaoxitian, a temple a hundred meters high shines with Buddhist light.

The Buddha's light continues to appear in a clockwise spiral shape.

The entrance of the temple is thirty or forty meters wide. Those walking inside are all Bodhisattvas, and there are countless monks serving them.

Ordinary monks are responsible for the most menial tasks, and if they are not careful they may be trampled to death by the Bodhisattva.

"Cough cough cough."

In the corner of the temple, there was an old monk leaning against the wall and coughing non-stop. Monks passing by avoided him one after another for fear of contracting the disease.

The old monk's body was covered with acne, and all kinds of germs were growing in his flesh and blood.

"I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out. Why would Senior Brother go to Xiao Xitian?"

"Brother, why did you join Xiao Xitian!!!"

The old monk is Gao Qiu, but the loss of control of his body and soul is not a disguise. It is entirely because he used extreme methods to transform himself into an immortal.

In his attempt to reach the level of a human immortal, Gao Qiu's entire foundation has been destroyed.

The heavy price he paid caused him to become half-human, half-ghost.

But Gao Qiu knew that the eight disciples needed to become immortals themselves, otherwise the only remaining Taoist tradition would be destroyed and the surviving disciples would have no way out but death.

"Hoohoo."

In just a few moments, the skin on his feet had already festered.

Unable to master the true martial arts, Gao Qiu was in constant pain and torture, and had no idea when his soul would completely collapse.

"Shakyamuni must have imprisoned all eight deities in the temple."

"As long as I find one person, I can die in peace."

Gao Qiu muttered to himself as he walked aimlessly in the palace.

For the Bodhisattva, crossing a room only took a dozen steps, but it took him several days to do so, and he was already on the verge of collapse.

"Senior Brother Gao."

Gao Qiu turned around and saw Shao Xiuwen scrubbing the floor.

Shao Xiuwen was once a human immortal from the Tai Sui tribe, and his talent was second only to Daozi. Now his clone has been completely destroyed and he is barely surviving.

"Brother Shao." Gao Qiu said with a wry smile, "The filth has contaminated the ground. I'm sorry to trouble you, but it shouldn't be a problem for long."

"Don't go any further. There's no room for us there."

Shao Xiuwen kindly reminded him, but Gao Qiu shook his head and continued walking.

"Master Gao, there are 4,500 Buddhist slaves trapped in the temple by the Eight Divisions, but there are only a few human immortals. We can't... die."

Gao Qiu remained silent, his palms leaving a series of blood marks on the wall.

"Junior Brother Gao, we can help you suppress your injuries."

"No."

Gao Qiu was extremely weak, his will to survive was slowly fading away. With his trembling left hand, he took out the talisman and transmitted it to the only remaining disciple.

He wanted Yan Wen to disband the eight groups of disciples in the shallow ghost market.

It is better to live a mediocre life outside than to die in Xiaoxitian.

“Yan Wen…”

Before Gao Qiu could speak, Yan Wen hurriedly said, "Master, I met a human immortal who claimed to be a cultivator from the Plague Department."

"what?"

"He asked me to tell you something. He said, Senior Brother is back."

Gao Qiu's pupils dilated as he listened to Yan Wen continue to add, describing Shen Lian's strange and inexplicable demonic methods. He suspected that the latter was a third force that wanted to interfere in the situation in Xiao Xitian.

Yan Wen asked Gao Qiu whether he wanted to use Shen Lian to rescue the true god.

Gao Qiu could no longer speak, and his weak soul unconsciously stopped transmitting thoughts, but his eyes were burning with the flame of survival.

Sakyamuni is indeed exactly the same as Shen Lian, but he is definitely not a match for his senior brother!
Gao Qiu's wound healed, and he rushed to Shao Xiuwen with his eyes wide open. The latter was frightened by the unwillingness shown by Gao Qiu.

"Brother Shao, how many disciples of the Eight Divisions are there in the temple?!"

"Four...four thousand five hundred people."

"It won't be long before Sakyamuni will have no time to pay attention to us."

"Take the opportunity to kill them!!!"

A pair of eyes filled with suppressed anger were cast at me, and there was no need to respond.

(End of this chapter)