I can't be a demon

Ghost Dad explained in a deep voice: "A Lian, Master Zi thinks you have a talent for singing, but I have already rejected it for you."

"The troupe has to leave the White Bone Cave at any time, which is really thankless."

Shen Lian asked hesitantly: "Old man, do you know where the troupe goes to perform?"

"It seems to be called... Huaguo Mountain."

Shen Lian was silent, and his temples bulged.

"It means that the White Bone Cave troupe selects a group of white bone monsters who look like but not like, disguises them as monkey monsters, and then goes to Huaguo Mountain to perform?"

"Is this Huaguo Mountain the cave where Sun Wukong lived?"

Shen Lian was increasingly confused about Mrs. Bai Gu's plan. What did that crazy woman want to do? Did she want to re-enact the trick of making trouble in the Heavenly Palace?

Although there is no Sun Wukong in Huaguo Mountain today, it is definitely full of dangers.

After all, a thousand years ago, not only did the six great saints occasionally hang out in Huaguo Mountain, but there might also be 72 cave demon kings and 47,000 monkey monsters.

Of course, in the original work, the 72-hole demon king died in the havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

But the world of Journey to the West has collapsed, and no one knows what the fate of the 72-hole demon king is.

Shen Lian felt more and more confused, with Master Zi's bizarre singing in his ears, and the white skeleton also imitating the habits of the macaque.

Ghost Dad thought Shen Lian was unhappy: "A Lian, Master Zi's personality is a bit abrupt, he won't force you again."

"It's okay."

Shen Lian smiled bitterly and shook his head. He really didn't notice Master Zi's malice.

"Next, I have to help the troupe make costumes. A Lian, do you want to join? Maybe we can gain something."

Shen Lian hesitated for a few breaths, "Well, I'll go with you, old man."

He was somewhat curious about how Ghost Dad increased his Taoism through the troupe, and by the way, he could figure out the employment conditions of the Ventilation Great Sage.

After all, the compatibility between the hunting mountain roe owl and the Ventilation Great Sage is as high as 83.58%.

You know, most of the demon professions that match the third-level giant ram will have a sharp decrease in compatibility with the fourth-level hunting mountain roe owl.

"Okay."

Ghost Dad skillfully came to the stage and waited.

Master Zi sang: "This time I went to Huaguo Mountain, and I was accompanied by three thousand monkey soldiers."

Ghost Dad murmured: "It turns out that there are three thousand actors playing monkey soldiers. Well, the number is more than the previous few times."

Then the white skeleton moved a lot of flesh and blood from the bone mountain, and attached the flesh and blood to its skeleton little by little, and the resentment was immediately restrained.

Master Zi used the taboo to guide the white skeleton to become a monkey ghost.

Bang bang bang.

There were continuous muffled sounds, and one after another white skeletons disappeared without warning, all of which did not match the image of macaques.

Shen Lian approached a monkey ghost.

[Do you want to consume 4 points to master the secret art of corpse refining (Monkey Ghost)]

"Sure enough, drama should also be a channel for the White Bone Taoist priests to obtain the inheritance of secret arts. They need to experience the pain of adding flesh and blood."

"There are eight monkey generals accompanying them!" Master Zi scratched his head at Ghost Dad.

Ghost Dad nodded slightly.

"A Lian, Master Zi promised me that he would use the martial arts of the White Bone Cave to pay off the salary. The young masters of the troupe will be delivered in a few days."

"Young masters?"

"They usually come a step later and also learn to sing with Master Zi."

"How many young masters are there?"

"Generally there are about a hundred people. You have to be careful. Sometimes more than just young masters will come."

Ghost Dad's words revealed fear, which shows that the troupe is just the tip of the iceberg of the White Bone Cave, and the truly dangerous things have not yet been touched.

Shen Lian secretly guessed that the so-called young master should be the White Bone Taoist priest.

Maybe he can find out from the White Bone Taoist priest the purpose of the mountain mandrill's visit to the mountain.

Then, Ghost Dad began to demonstrate his means of refining weapon ghosts, on a scale that was even greater than Master Zi's.

A strand of flesh and blood was drawn out from the bone mountain, and the blood flowed, finally gathering in Ghost Dad's hands and weaving into a piece of macaque fur.

The fur was ten meters long, and it might take a thousand-year-old white bone demon to refine it.

Shen Lian couldn't help but sigh in amazement, "By the way..."

"If the White Bone Cave is a fairy sect, Master Zi should be an elder who teaches skills, then what is Ghost Dad's position? An elder who refines weapons?"

"I didn't expect Ghost Dad to be doing well."

Chapter 174 There is a ghost, it's Guanyin Bodhisattva

The white bone plain is endless, and there is almost no sign of life.

Crack, crack.

The sound of bones breaking echoed, and more than a dozen white bone Taoist priests walked cautiously, stopping from time to time to check the surrounding situation.

"It will take at most five days to reach the trident bone."

The white bone alchemists all have human bones, and their realm is generally at the sixth level of Yuandan. There is only a thin layer of human skin attached to their bodies, and their organs are clearly visible.

"Master, the magic weapon has been sending out warnings. It is still following us..."

"Damn it."

The leading white bone alchemist is called [Old Man Bone], the only one in the seventh level of Daoying.

The rest are all from the disciples of Old Man Bone, and they are considered to be a lineage in the White Bone Cave. They seem to be deliberately avoiding some kind of danger.

"Weird, it stands to reason that we are already close to the position of Master Zi, and it should not go so deep into the trident bone."

Old Man Bone frowned and maintained the release of his spiritual consciousness for a long time.

"Zhengwen, you are the eldest brother, take good care of your junior brothers and sisters, don't let them have extra thoughts, so as not to attract [Fake Bodhisattva]."

"Okay!"

Zhengwen has the perfect cultivation of Yuandan, with a vertical eye between his eyebrows opened, deliberately falling behind the team, driving the skull magic weapon to protect everyone.

Old Man Bone explained in a deep voice: "Many of you have never been to Trident Bone. Remember to abide by the rules of the troupe. Don't provoke Master Zi. You must be careful again and again."

"What exactly does Master Zi have taboos?"

"Don't interfere with Master Zi's preparations for the troupe. If he chooses you, you'll have to pray for good luck."

The disciples looked at each other, and an indescribable chill arose in their hearts.

"However."

Old Man Bone added: "Once you provoke Master Zi, you can consider going to the Shen's Pawnshop in Trident Bone to avoid disaster. The [Pig Shopkeeper] inside usually doesn't drive away outsiders."

"Master, I heard you talk about Pig Shopkeeper. It seems that the taboo is very tricky?"

"It's a bit similar to the methods of the true disciples of the White Bone Cave, but the true disciples change the cognition of consciousness, and... Pig Shopkeeper can forcibly distort you according to his cognition."

The text shuddered.

Fortunately, there are only two ghosts in the Shen's Pawnshop, and the remaining ghost is in the form of a spirit tablet, and basically does not appear in the outside world.

"Master, will the fake Bodhisattva chase into the trident?"

"It shouldn't happen. The fake Bodhisattva originally came from the opera troupe. Master Youzi is in charge, so don't worry too much..."

Suddenly.

The old man felt itchy on his back, as if his ribs were about to break away from his body and grow wildly.

"Ahhh, Master, save me, save me."

A disciple knelt down uncontrollably, and his ribs grew out slender jade hands like agar white jade, and then gently held his head.

The old man looked reluctant, but he took out the talisman without hesitation.

The skeletons of more than a dozen people scattered and mixed into the pile of bones on the ground.

Only the disciple who grew arms had a face full of despair, calling the old man repeatedly, desperately urging his magic power to break free.

Crack, crack, crack.

The sound of bones colliding came out of thin air.

The sound was rhythmic, as if it was the endless drumming in a drama.

He heard an extremely strange singing voice, and then his head was twisted off, his facial features before death were full of reverence, and his hands were clasped together.

"Ka-ka-ka..."

A very strange white-bone Bodhisattva appeared in the air.

The white-bone Bodhisattva sat on a throne made of skulls, exuding the unique aura of a weapon ghost, but it seemed extremely disordered and chaotic.