I can't be a demon.

Chapter 393 Lingshan Shen Lian Arrives
More than half a month after Shen Lian left, a dazzling Buddha light descended.

An eighth-grade lotus pedestal carried more than a dozen Buddhas who descended. They all followed the remaining aura of Shen Lian, and when they saw the rubble of Lingshan all over the ground, they could not help but prostrate themselves on the ground to identify the smell.

The rubble contained irresistible residual energy and blood, which aroused the greed of the Buddhas.

The Buddha of Bright Light clasped his hands together and opened his mouth to swallow all the rubble.

"The holy monk has already left this place, most likely heading towards Mount Kasyapa."

"Well."

"The flesh and blood of the holy monk is truly... wonderful."

The gravel no longer contains any nutrients, but it still makes Mingguang Buddha feel the long-lost joy, and he even has the illusion of bathing in the sacred mountain.

Mingguang Buddha had a vague premonition that if he could eat Shen Lian's organs, he could be reborn and undergo four or five more pupae transformations.

He swallowed, and his calmness disappeared.

"I will only take one bite before I give it to the Buddha Dipankara."

Mingguang Buddha suppressed his greed and didn't understand why Shen Lian went to Mount Kasyapa, where there were many sacred mountains and they were always under the attention of Kasyapa Buddha.

"Could it be that he wants to use Kasyapa Buddha to deal with me?"

"It seems we have to hurry up."

The Buddha of Bright Light controlled the eight-level lotus platform and sank into the clouds.

.........

The Paradise is like a vast insect nest.

Various forces are intertwined, especially in the places where there are groups of spiritual mountains and pupae, behind which there are true Buddhas comparable to the Golden Immortal.

Mount Kasyapa belonged to Kasyapa Buddha, who designated an area of ​​the Pure Land as the Buddha's land.

Even though Kashyapa Buddha has traveled west, his influence remains strong.

When Bodhisattvas at the celestial level transform into pupae on Mount Kasyapa, Kasyapa Buddha will absorb part of the Buddha's light to replenish himself, thus forming an alternative food chain.

At this time, Mt. Kasyapa.

There are more than a hundred sacred mountains neatly dormant in the Buddha's land, and the brilliant Buddha's light rises to the sky.

In the center of the Buddha's land, there is a Bodhi tree about four to five hundred meters tall. Its extended roots connect to many sacred mountains, absorbing the Buddha's light.

There are also a large number of worshippers who built pavilions and towers around the Bodhi tree.

Offering boys shuttled between temples, large tracts of sacred fields were planted outside, and hundreds of people kowtowed and prayed under the Bodhi tree.

Their expressions were numb. Although each of them had the cultivation level of a human immortal, their bodies and souls were withered, and most of them looked like they were about to die.

Kasyapa Buddha squeezed the Bodhisattva who had transformed into a pupa, and the Bodhisattva naturally squeezed the boy who was offered as a gift.

Even if the offering boy practices hard, he cannot satisfy the nutrients of Lingshan.

Their original lifespan was two to three thousand years, but they only lived to be two hundred at most on Mount Kasyapa, and their deaths were extremely miserable, with their souls scattered.

If you resist practicing, more than ten years of torture will result in death.

Wuxiang was skinny, like his peers in Jiayeshan. Although he had the cultivation level of a human immortal, he had a head full of white hair at the age of forty.

In order to live a few more years, he acquired as many resources as possible.

However, he can only engage in the work of growing spiritual herbs, and the depletion of his lifespan is inevitable.

“No phase!”

Wuxiang heard a familiar voice calling him from the corner, and couldn't help but glance down, only to see a figure dressed warmly.

"It's me, Mingxin."

He trembled all over and was pulled into a corner by Mingxin while hesitating.

When Wuxiang got closer, he noticed that Mingxin's body and soul were in good health, and he seemed to be unaffected by the Xiaozhu Sutra. His cultivation had even improved.

"Wuxiang, you are going to die. Continue to obey the Buddha's ten deaths and no rebirth."

Wu Xiang opened his mouth wide and said in fear: "Ming Xin, what nonsense are you talking about? We are worshipping the boy in life and death. If we rebel against Lingshan, we will never be reborn."

"Is it important? Joining the Shen family pawn shop is the general trend."

Mingxin's expression was enthusiastic, "We are all waiting for the arrival of the savior Wuzu. He will take us to the other side of the sea of ​​suffering, instead of becoming a pile of dry bones at the bottom of the Buddha Mountain!!"

Wuxiang was speechless.

Decades ago, a cult called Shen’s Pawn Shop appeared in Mount Jiaye.

It was rather obscure at the beginning, and it was said that there were only two or three people.

But as time passed, young boys who were unwilling to die joined in one after another, and more and more monks firmly believed that the so-called Martial Ancestor had descended to the world.

Among the thousands of young boys offering sacrifices at Mount Kasyapa, at least five hundred were already among them.

"Mingxin, there are more than a hundred sacred mountains in the Kasyapa Mountains!"

Wuxiang was sweating profusely. "After any sacred mountain finishes its transformation into a pupa, the bodhisattva who regains consciousness will be aware of your actions."

"You are still alive, but no Bodhisattva has awakened in the past hundred years."

Mingxin smiled coldly, "Wuxiang, I have nothing to do with Zhaixinling Mountain anymore, so I can live past 120 years old. Even if the sky falls and the earth collapses, one more day of life is earned."

Wuxiang stood there in a daze when suddenly the sound of chanting sutras rang in his ears.

Bang bang bang.

The flesh and bones made strange noises, the Buddha's light was withdrawn bit by bit, and Wuxiang suddenly became more than ten years older, with wrinkles all over his face.

"Wuxiang, it's up to you. If you want to leave Lingshan, come to the dilapidated temple in the northwest corner in five hours."

Mingxin said this and turned and left.

After Wuxiang recovered some strength, he went towards the spiritual field in a daze.

On the way, he saw many emaciated corpses with extremely miserable deaths, which were being broken into pieces and buried under the Bodhi tree by others.

Thousands of people and thousands of faces.

Wuxiang looked around, but did not see the Paradise, but clearly the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

He turned around and left, not wanting to wait any longer than five hours. He carefully came to the dilapidated temple Mingxin had told him about, and there was no one nearby.

The temple has been idle for a long time and most of the roof has collapsed.

When Wuxiang pushed open the door, he found a different world inside.

The noisy noise continued.

The counter stands tall, the wooden table top has been worn out by the years, the tables and chairs are neatly arranged, and one or two hundred young boys are sitting cross-legged and practicing.

After Wuxiang stepped into the Shen family pawnshop, he felt relaxed all over.

At the same time, the Xiaozhu Sutra in the body was no longer active.

A shopkeeper with a pig's head and a human body sat behind the counter, holding an abacus and calculating the accounts. The serving boy was extremely respectful to him.

Mingxin patted Wuxiang's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Wu Xiang, I knew you would make the right choice."

"Hey."

Wuxiang sighed, but it was too late to regret. He could feel the Xiaozhu Sutra being driven out of his soul.

"I'll take you to see the shopkeeper."

Mingxin quickly walked to the counter and bowed to Guidie.

The ghost father looked a little indifferent and nodded slightly.

"Manager Shen, my junior brother Wuxiang wants to apply for a job as a clerk in a pawn shop. What do you think..."

"can."

Ghost Dad added: "But the pawnshop in Paradise doesn't need so many guys. I will send some of them to the White Bone Cave."

Wuxiang didn't understand what Ghost Dad was saying, he only knew that he had an inexplicable connection with the pawnshop. "If you want to stay in the Shen family pawnshop for a long time, you still need to have some martial arts skills..."

As Ghost Daddy spoke, Wuxiang felt the sound of bones colliding all over his body, and then a faint force gathered in his lower dantian.

With just one sentence, Wuxiang had become a martial artist at the fourth level of foundation building.

Moreover, strange scriptures are growing in the Niwan Palace.

When Wuxiang came into contact with the martial arts scriptures, he understood why Mingxin rebelled against Lingshan. It turned out that there were no drawbacks at all in refining the true scriptures, and he would not go astray and turn into a mindless monster.

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

There was no more restlessness in Wuxiang's eyes. He closed his eyes and practiced the桩法 in the corner of the pawnshop lobby.

It was at this moment that he discovered that the other young boys were practicing martial arts, and their progress was rapid, with many monks already reaching the eighth realm.

Wuxiang stayed in the pawnshop nervously, and tried hard to transform his immortal cultivation into strength.

If it were somewhere else, they would have gone through a lot of trouble to repair it, but the pawnshop was shrouded in the taboo of the ghost father's words being enforced, so everything could go smoothly.

Wuxiang was promoted to the seventh level of Dao Infant step by step, and the traces of Lingshan Taoism were being erased.

He integrated into the atmosphere of the pawnshop, watching the increasing number of young boys who came to the shop to offer sacrifices. Ghost Daddy expanded the space several times, and the outside world's Kasyapa Mountain became increasingly deserted.

Before long, more than 80% of the offering boys came to the pawnshop.

Everyone knew that several sacred mountains were about to be born in Mount Kasyapa, and the peace of the pawnshop could be broken at any time, but no one left.

There is no end to the path of martial arts. As long as you keep climbing, you will become an immortal sooner or later.

Instead of waiting for their affiliated sacred mountain to attain the status of true Buddha, they were promoted to earthly immortals with charity, but ultimately they could not escape being reduced to nutrients.

Rumble.

The floor of the pawn shop shook.

The monks shuddered and looked out the window at the same time.

I saw two sacred mountains in the distance revealing Buddha's light one after another, and cracks appeared on the mountain ridges, and two Bodhisattvas over a hundred meters tall were slowly crawling out.

Followed by.

It was as if tangible murderous intent was rushing towards the pawnshop.

The Bodhisattva holding the pagoda smiled and said, "Buddha above, there are actually demons from outside the realm trying to shake the foundation of Buddhism. Do they think that a mere offering boy can threaten us?"

Bodhisattva Fu Hai nodded, and swallowed the dozen or so young boys who were offering sacrifices outside into his stomach with his tongue.

The two Buddhas activated the Xiaozhu Sutra, and the tumor-like objects on their tails emitted brilliant Buddha light.

The Buddha's light enveloped Mount Kasyapa indiscriminately. No matter how hidden the pawnshop was, it could not withstand the residual power of the two celestial beings, and the doors and windows were crackling.

Thousands of monks dared not move and watched helplessly as the Buddha's light was about to destroy the pawnshop.

"If you dare to harm my shop, no one, even the immortals or Buddhas, can stop you!"

Ghost Dad snorted coldly, and the Buddha's light was blocked outside. The spirit tablet on the counter behind him shook and turned into a nine-toothed rake that fell into his palm.

boom.

He swelled to ten meters in height, and overwhelming resentment burst out.

The Bodhisattva Fu Hai said in surprise, "Oh? It turns out to be a ghost with a life span of 100,000 years. It's perfect for refining pills. We just happen to be heading west, so we can use you to replenish our resources."

The Bodhisattva holding the pagoda flapped his wings and said in a bewitching voice, "Mainly cultivating the physical body? How can there be such a ridiculous Taoist school in the world? After the Qi and blood are strong, isn't it just making wedding clothes for others?"

"If you escape from the protection of the ghosts and throw yourself into my alchemy furnace, I can guarantee that you will be reincarnated as a worshipper in your next life."

The devilish sound lingered in their ears, affecting their spiritual hearts.

Wuxiang showed despair on his face because some of his fellow believers around him had begun to waver.

Although Gui Dad was already a celestial being, he was after all facing two newly born Bodhisattvas and was unable to protect thousands of monks.

At the same time, Wuxiang also realized that what the Bodhisattva holding the pagoda said was true.

Abundant Qi and blood are indeed excellent materials for alchemy. Even if they are promoted to earthly immortals, they cannot escape the fate of being consumables.

The ghost father did not interfere with the monks' religious decisions, he just blocked the Buddha's light.

Wuxiang fell to his knees, his martial arts skills declining.

Just when he was about to give up, he heard Mingxin's murmur, "It is better to practice martial arts for ten years than to live as a walking corpse for a thousand years."

"If I were to die today, I would admit it."

Wuxiang opened his eyes, and the surging blood and energy enabled him to advance to the eighth level of the divine realm.

Those monks who had already walked to the door had not taken the last step. Only when they were approaching the point of life and death did they realize what their true desires were.

Bodhisattva Fu Hai said with regret: "Forget it, let's just sacrifice some of the herbs. If the Buddha wakes up, there won't be enough to go around."

"Yes, I'm the Buddha."

The Buddha's light became alive, forming rare and exotic beasts that attacked the pawnshop.

Seeing this, Ghost Dad was not panicked at all, as if he had expected it and said, "He's coming."

"My son Wu Zu is coming."

The monks' faces were filled with disbelief, and the martial arts scriptures in their bodies began to tremble.

Their previous talk of the Martial Ancestor's coming to the world was purely an unrealistic illusion. In fact, they did not think that the Martial Ancestor would rescue the worshipped boy at all.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The heavy footsteps came from far away, and the air waves swept across thousands of miles.

Thick scalding fog rushed towards Mount Kasyapa, and a vague giant shadow could be vaguely seen, as well as an astonishing amount of energy and blood that was enough to complete three or four pupation transformations.

The Bodhisattva Fu Hai chanted the sutras excitedly, and the visitors were majestic, but they were only at the same level.

It would not be difficult for the two Bodhisattvas to take action to deal with the opponent. Besides, this person seemed to be maintaining the pupae form and forced his way to Mount Kasyapa.

"How ridiculous! How could such a fool want to die for a bunch of medicinal herbs..."

The giant shadow came within a hundred miles, and terrifying murderous intent surged out.

The two Bodhisattvas were stunned for a moment, and then they sensed Shen Lian's greed, which was eager to eat up their greed. No...

This person wants to eat all the Buddhas on Mount Kasyapa!!!

In the thick white fog, Wudao Lingshan crashed into the range of Jiaye Mountain, and everyone present also saw Shen Lian's true face.

In a short period of time, the Martial Arts Spiritual Mountain had reached 1,700 meters.

In addition, the banyan tree that reaches the sky, compared with the other sacred mountains, the difference in size is as if overlooking the world, which is frightening.

The surging qi and blood burned the air, and disappeared when the Buddha's light approached.

Shen Lian lowered his head to look at the two Bodhisattvas. The terrifying oppression caused some sacred mountains to choose to break out of their cocoons early, even at the risk of going astray.

"You're looking for me? Great, here I come."

"You... are not a Buddhist. You are not afraid of the Buddha Dipankara even though you have refined the Night Candle Sutra? If you continue to oppose us, you will only die."

The two Bodhisattvas could no longer laugh, their skin was sizzling, and a big hole had been burned in their chest by the blood, exposing their internal organs.

They were extremely stunned, as the being before them had clearly not yet been promoted to a Bodhisattva (celestial being).

During its pupal stage before its transformation, Lingshan Mountain was already nearly two thousand meters long. Once it breaks through the bottleneck, wouldn’t it be six or seven thousand meters long?
How dare they say that warriors are magic medicine? The best strategy is to escape as soon as possible.

Fortunately, when in the pupal stage, the magical powers cannot be used, and the flexibility of the body is greatly limited, so I can take this opportunity to leave Mount Jiaye...

"Jie Jie Jie."

Shen Lian pressed hard with his six stone feet, and the ground began to collapse with himself as the center.

boom! ! !
The martial arts sacred mountain disappeared on the spot.

The Kasyapa Mountain was covered with dark clouds and meteorites were falling from the sky.

The meteorite burned fiercely, the color of the flame changed from red to deep purple, and the Bodhi tree in the center of Mount Kasyapa fell down, the scene looked like the end of the world.

(End of this chapter)