I can't be a demon

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, all the warriors swallowed their saliva, their faces turned red, and they even couldn't help sobbing.

"Concentrate your concentration and energy, and the gods who come to land are to refine the martial arts scriptures..."

As soon as Shen Lian said these words, the martial arts scriptures in Niwan Palace were quietly opened, and the scriptures poured out from the mouth and nose into their bodies.

The warriors quickly sat cross-legged.

Warriors who can achieve the Nine Realms are all talented, and the days in Bibotan give them enough time to polish their bodies and souls.

As soon as they came into contact with martial arts scriptures, their bottlenecks began to loosen.

Shen Lian shook the ghost gourd, spilled some longevity wine to give them a little more confidence, and then the communication teleportation tree broke out of the ground.

The tree hole is also connected to Qingming Temple.

Shen Lian grabbed Shen Hansheng's shoulders and was about to take the old man back to Yanliang Town.

"A-Lian, you must take me to heaven."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask: "Old man, how do you know about Heaven?"

"Do you believe it when I say it's a dream?"

"letter."

Shen Hansheng was a little helpless, but got a positive answer from Shen Lian.

"For the past forty or fifty years, I have been repeating a dream, in which I transformed into a pig-headed person and went to Yaochi for a meeting."

Shen Lian understood that Shen Hansheng's dream probably came from his ghost father.

The ghost father and the human father are one and the same. Shen Hansheng was able to set foot in the Nine Realms because the ghost father was invisibly improving his qualifications.

"Old man, are you going alone?"

"No, there was a driver taking me there, but I don't remember his name."

Shen Lian's heart sank, and he realized that the so-called coachman was Zhu Bajie, "Also, what happened in Yaochi?"

"I don't remember."

Shen Hansheng had a headache and pinched his temples, muttering to himself: "I only know that dreams are becoming more and more short."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes.

Gui Daddy is already half a second senior brother. He is not sure what Zhu Bajie wants. Does he want to seize Gui Daddy's body?

"But, forty or fifty years have passed, it's impossible that Second Senior Brother hasn't succeeded yet, right?"

Shen Hansheng breathed out, "Ah Lian, I can vaguely sense the location of Yaochi. It has been a knot in my mind for decades."

"If I die in my dream, something bad will happen."

Shen Lian nodded hesitantly, "I will go to Yaochi later. Old man, we will wait until you can successfully advance to immortality."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Shen Hansheng to reply, and martial arts scriptures penetrated into his flesh and bones.

Shen Hansheng immediately stepped into the footsteps of transformation from mortal to immortal.

Shen Lian watched for a long time and found that most warriors were 70% sure of being promoted, mainly because the martial arts scriptures were easy to refine.

He communicated with the teleportation tree, and was about to return to Xiaoxitian to take charge when his expression suddenly changed.

"Bago, you are so brave. I didn't ask you to go to Wuzhuang Temple to ask for help! The senior brothers and sisters under the ginseng fruit tree still don't know how to rebuild their bodies and souls."

Shen Lian changed his target. After a brief trance, Wuzhuang Temple came into view.

The cave was in ruins. It was obvious that Myna had revealed his true form not long ago. Most of the palaces were razed to the ground, and the breeze and the moon were gone.

"Ba Ge, you bastard!"

Shen Lian looked ugly and noticed that Bago was guarding the ginseng fruit tree.

It is not difficult to infer from the traces on the ground that after Qingfeng Mingyue died, she had returned to the ginseng fruit tree and is now being conceived.

"Quack, quack, quack."

Ba Ge glanced at Shen Lian with disdain, and then the eighteen levels of hell unfolded.

The grafted ginseng fruit tree could not help but be uprooted, and the roots could be seen covered with residual souls, all of whom were Zhenyuanzi disciples of Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi succeeded in transcending, leaving hundreds of disciples with a life worse than death.

"Bago, please don't mess around. They were indeed earthly immortals when they were alive, but your current appetite is just to fill your teeth."

“Idiot~~”

Ba Ge was too lazy to pay attention to Shen Lian, and his strong resentment acted on a palace on his back.

The writing on the plaque [Qin Guangwang Hall] was erased and then replaced with [Wuzhuang Temple].

Di Ting opened her mouth to swallow, and all the remaining souls fell into her mouth. After using her magical power, all the remaining souls appeared in Wuzhuang Temple.

Including Qingfeng Mingyue, the remaining souls turned into entities, and their minds were no longer blurry.

They smiled and nodded in relief, willing to submit to Tingting. After all, they could end the thousand-year torture.

Otherwise, even if ten thousand years have passed, there will be no possibility for Wuzhuang Temple disciples to be resurrected.

"Huh?"

Shen Lian suddenly discovered that there was another palace behind Diting that had its entrance hall changed, and the writing on the plaque became "Slanting Moon and Three Stars Cave".

There are also figures of people inside, and the sound of chanting can be heard constantly.

"Bago, when did you go to Xie Yue Sanxin Cave?"

"Guess~~"

The myna regained its bird appearance, turned around and disappeared into the tree hole.

Shen Lian later noticed that there were often experience prompts on the career panel, and it seemed that the disciples in the temple could listen to the truth while practicing.

Shen Lian went to Fangcun Mountain, but it turned out that Patriarch Bodhi had already left, and the aura left behind pointed directly to the west, and the destination was probably Lingshan Mountain.

"The Western Spirit Mountain should be occupied by the Sutra, why are immortals and Buddhas still flocking to it?"

Shen Lian stood at the top of Fangcun Mountain, looking at the boundless ocean. "If we can't find the way forward for the immortals after visiting the Tianting ruins, maybe I have to go to Lingshan to have a look."

If he really wanted to face the Western Spiritual Mountain directly, his state of mind would be extremely relaxed.

Shen Lian exhaled spiritual light, and countless scriptures flashed in the Niwan Palace, causing the area of ​​the upper Dantian to expand continuously. The Yuanshen finally had the opportunity to transform and accept the scriptures to integrate into it.

In the time it takes for the sun to set and the moon to rise, the first realm of earthly immortals has been achieved.

[Realm: Earthly Immortal (Immortal Aperture)]

Shen Lian's Niwan Palace was covered with scriptures, and the Yuanshen turned into [Immortal Soul].

In ancient times, human immortals were called land immortals, which was somewhat derogatory. Only earthly immortals were considered true immortals.

It was also because the immortal soul fell into the six reincarnations and did not perish.

In simple terms, earthly immortals can recover their memories of their previous lives by reincarnating and practicing again. In the eyes of ordinary people, immortality is immortal.

Of course, the underworld in later generations has collapsed, and the six reincarnations are estimated to be non-existent.

The disadvantage of immortal souls is that they can take over other people's bodies.

Shen Lian stabilized his cultivation and turned to get into the tree hole.

The Qingming Temple was extremely noisy. There were already groups of sick monks rushing to the entrances and exits. It was all up to the human immortal warriors and the monkeys to resist the foreign enemies.

"Shakyamuni is really a coward. He dared not come out no matter what."

"We must find a way to force him to show up."

"Who knows what the situation is in Yaochi? I don't have time to waste time with you."

Shen Lian sneered and closed his eyes. He practiced openly, not taking Shakyamuni seriously at all, which made the sick monks more crazy.

His mind moved, and the tenth-grade lotus pattern appeared between his eyebrows.

………

Deep in the Little Western Paradise.

In the magnificent Great Hall, evil Buddhas left one after another.

They rushed to Qingming Temple. Even the Bodhisattvas who were comparable to earthly immortals had already set off, but Shakyamuni never showed up from beginning to end.

The eight disciples were still cleaning the temple.

But they were paying attention to the number of evil Buddhas.

Unconsciously, more than 4,000 disciples from the eight divisions gathered together, looking at the two Arhats guarding the gate.

Shao Xiuwen reminded in a deep voice: "We can't wait any longer. There are already evil Buddhas eyeing us, and they want to use our flesh and blood to refine Buddha treasures."

"Yes."

Gao Qiu licked his dry lips, "Resources are scarce, and delaying time is definitely not good, but our current strength has been reduced by half."

He glanced at his fellow disciples with resolute faces, "Are you ready? It will kill people."

"Kill!"

After Shao Xiuwen responded, the other disciples of the eight divisions no longer hesitated.