I can't be a demon

Yan Wen took several steps back.

"Yan Wen, go on, what else did Gao Qiu mention?"

Yan Wen gritted his teeth and said: "Master, he said that after Sakyamuni worshiped the Xiaoxi Heavenly Empress, there was no possibility for the Eight Tribes to recapture the ruins of the Heavenly Palace."

"Ha ha."

"Come, let's talk about this Sakyamuni in detail."

Shen Lian held the bone blade at his waist, and the roar of the sword overflowed.

"Sakyamuni's original name was Shen Lian. He should have been a Taoist disciple of the Wenbu and the founder of martial arts in the world. His cultivation level reached the level of an Earth Immortal."

Yan Wen peeked at Shen Lian's reaction. The latter seemed to be suppressing his anger.

"Xiao Xitian was founded by Huang Mei, and the Buddha's teachings were taught by Sakyamuni."

"No wonder." Shen Lian sighed: "The bald donkeys exude the aura of fake warriors."

Clang.

The bone blade is unsheathed.

As the sword light shuttled back and forth, the Buddha statue behind Shen Lian turned into powder.

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

Brother Monkey's hair contains a hint of Shen Lian.

Huang Mei used vellus hair to refine the fake into the real, and created a Sakyamuni to teach martial arts. Mortals who lack the heavenly soul are probably involved.

"What's fake is fake. What's the point of nondescript martial arts?"

"Sakyamuni, you should know my existence, right? Claiming that you are Buddha and calling me the devil is ridiculous."

"If you care so much about authenticity, how afraid are you of me showing up?"

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

In the original picture, it was Shakyamuni suppressing the demon lord. After the reverse, he turned into a demon lord and pounced on Sakyamuni.

"Yan Wen, after contacting your master, tell him."

"Senior brother is back."

Chapter 371 He is back! ! !

Senior brother?

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

Mainly because he only got started when Xiaoleiyin Temple came to the ghost market, and he had no idea whether there was a person like Shen Lian in the plague department at that time.

Yan Wen asked tentatively: "Uncle, I didn't know that you and Master have something..."

Before he could finish his words, unspeakable fear surged into his heart.

Yan Wen didn't need his soul to leave his body. He could hear a rustling sound coming from Shen Lian's chest when he turned sideways.

"Don't kill me!!"

"Help! Help!!!"

He could tell that the sounds came from a dozen recently deceased monks, and that they were getting louder and quieter as time went by.

Yan Wen's pupils shrank, and he quietly took out the teleportation talisman and asked his colleagues.

It turned out that when the ghost market fell, the God of Plague helped them escape from the Xiaoleiyin Temple, so that all the remaining martial arts immortals were not lost.

The identity of the uncle in front of him was suddenly a bit intriguing.

Not only is he somewhat similar in appearance to Sakyamuni, even the monks in Xiaoxitian call Shen Lian the "Devil Lord".

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

Compared to a warrior, he is clearly more like a...demon! !

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

The green-faced spider is naturally transformed from a stone egg, and is already in its thirteenth demonic form.

Yan Wen couldn't help but secretly thought: "No matter what, I can't stay here for a long time. I have to go to Qingming Temple as soon as possible to find clues about Zhengshen."

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

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

When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw the swirling scripture between Shen Lian's eyebrows continuing to extend.

Yan Wen was even more convinced that Shen Lian was definitely not a monk from the Plague Department. The strange and inexplicable reverse Sanskrit words would make him dizzy even if he just stared at them for a few breaths.

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

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

"Jie Jie Jie."

"Wait a minute, some old friends will come to pick us up."

Shen Lianguai looked towards the temple with a smile.

The scriptures previously posted on the wall have disappeared, but the image of Sakyamuni suppressing the devil appears on the altar.

The flesh and blood squirmed, and the new Buddha statue was taking shape little by little.

The statue of Sakyamuni Buddha glared angrily, his eyes moving wildly, and his upper and lower jaws repeatedly uttered the same sentence.

"Evil devils and heretics can be punished by everyone!"

"Evil heretics can be punished by everyone!!"

"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 and said nothing. His soul digested a large number of memory fragments and already knew some of Xiao Xitian's rules with the help of his magical powers.

[Spiritual Root Fertility: Actively absorbs 40,000-year-old Taoist demons within a wide range, and continues to spread over time. Breed all things through nutrients, and obtain the memory of the corpse during its lifetime. 】

Even if the corpse has been dead for a long time, some information can be obtained by the magical power of pregnancy.

It’s just that the process is a little scary.

[Digest the corpse of a sick monk, **Sutra experience +3.78%]

[Digesting the corpse of a sick monk, martial arts scripture experience +1.18%]

[Digest the corpse of a sick monk, **Sutra 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 the two types of scriptures.

In just a moment, the unknown scriptures have reached 41%, the vortex scriptures continue to extend, and the martial arts scriptures also benefit a lot.

"For me, the many monks who taught by Sakyamuni are great merits, and the martial arts scriptures may be able to go further."

"In this case."

"Sakyamuni, I will accept your hospitality to me one by one."

Shen Lian guessed that the sick monk in Xiaoxitian might be related to the missing heavenly soul in the mortal world, and the fate of the Yellow Eyebrowed Buddha was not simple.

He had two choices, either to leave Xiaoxitian for the time being.

Next, hide in the dark and look for Sakyamuni's flaws. Presumably, the latter could not catch his feet.

Another choice.

Defeated Sakyamuni head-on and took away all the accumulation of the latter in Xiaoxitian.

"I am not alone, why should I be timid? To be honest, the innate recognition of the holy body is not a joke, and there are 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 of a thousand meters flashed by.

The strangeness of Xiaoxitian was beyond imagination.

"Be careful, it's coming."

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

"But with Sakyamuni's cowardly nature, I'm afraid there will be more than one Arhat to welcome him."

After Shen Lian explained, the five fingers of the giant hand had already embedded in the ground.