I can't be a demon

A single lonely ghost doesn't have much experience, but digesting them all is enough to increase the experience of the lotus blood species by 10%, and it will be full soon.

"The promotion of the Lotus Vampire will have to worry about the fusion of the demon profession."

Shen Lian ignored the endless prompts on the career panel and approached the Bone Old Man with the throne on his shoulders. The ground shook slightly where he passed.

The old man's face was pale, and the invisible pressure made his scalp numb.

The energy and blood rushing towards his face were extremely hot.

It seems to prove that the man in front of him is an ordinary warrior with a mortal background, but as long as he is not blind, anyone can be sure that the other person is a demon.

"What do you call my father-in-law?"

"Bone... old man."

Shen Lian looked up and down at the skinny old man with bones, "Old man, did the drama of White Bone Cave take place on the stage at Huaguo Mountain?"

"Yes, it has been like this for hundreds of years."

"Why in Huaguo Mountain?"

"No, I don't know. The alchemists who can go to Huaguo Mountain to perform on the stage and come back alive are already the inner disciples of White Bone Cave."

"How many plays have been performed in Huaguoshan?"

Old Man Bone thought for a moment, "Back to the Immortal, there have been six or seven different dramas, and they haven't stopped since I paid homage to the cave."

Shen Lian learned from Old Man Gu that there were countless weapon ghosts out of control, and it was very likely that some of the weapon ghosts were approaching the three-fold bone.

"Immortal, not all ghosts are prone to losing control, most of them are those Guanyin ghosts."

"knew."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, feeling that Mrs. Bones had noticed something secret in Huaguo Mountain and had been making trouble around Huaguo Mountain.

He was not in a hurry to return to the present world, he wanted to gather enough experience first.

Old Man Bone watched Shen Lian walk into the backyard of the pawn shop and quickly asked Zhengwen, "Tell the truth Zhengwen, what did you see?"

Zheng Wen looked at the pawn shop with a slightly bewildered look. Myna had disappeared.

"Master, it is recorded in ancient books that all the Buddhas and Taoists were accompanied by lotus terraces. Is it true?"

"It should be true."

"Disciple... Disciple also saw a lotus platform in that man's body, holding the Dao Infant. Doesn't it mean that... he is the reincarnation of the Taoist Buddha?"

Zheng Wen's face was full of confusion, and Old Man Gu's blood surged after hearing this.

The two of them couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts.

"Could it be Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Or a certain King of Hell in the underworld. It doesn't look like it, at least the standard is that of the Buddha..."

Old Man Bone came to his senses and said, "Whether it's true or false, it must not be spread outside!"

"Disciple understands."

Old Man Bone continued in a deep voice: "When those fake Bodhisattvas come to the Three Wishbones, we can help the Immortal to subdue the ghosts together."

"Master."

"What happened?"

The main text I don’t know if it was an illusion. As Shen Lian practiced Guanyin to invite the gods, he noticed that the breath of the fake Bodhisattva reappeared in the three-fold bone.

But it appeared in Shen Lian's... body?

Chapter 176 It’s better to believe in Guanyin than to believe in me

Huaguo Mountain, an ancient temple on a barren mountain.

The moonlight was dim, and it could be seen that the temple had not been maintained for a long time, the walls and eaves were damaged, and the statues inside were also covered with a layer of dust.

The mountain wind howled, as if a fierce ghost was roaring.

Rapid footsteps came.

Two figures, one large and one small, hurriedly walked into the temple, as if they were avoiding some kind of danger, their chests rising and falling.

"Goddess of Mercy bless you! I hope our grandfather and grandson can escape the pursuit of the demon!!"

A bonfire was lit to dispel the darkness spreading from the outside world.

Their faces were illuminated. Their bodies were thin and stooped, their skin was covered with hair, their facial features were pointed and their mouths were like monkeys. They looked exactly like two apes wearing ordinary clothes and walking upright.

The most striking thing is that both the old man and the young man have [plant vines] growing on their backs.

The older the person is, the longer and narrower the plant vines become.

The statue they knelt down to was dilapidated and dilapidated, and they could vaguely identify it as Guanyin Bodhisattva.

But because of the moss covering the statue, the statue looked extremely ferocious, glaring angrily, as if it were a demon about to come to life.

Hoo ho ho.

The mountain wind intensified.

The old monkey trembled all over and stared at the shadow of the trees outside the window in horror.

"Please Bodhisattva protect us!"

"grandfather."

The little monkey pointed at the statue and said in confusion: "Grandpa, there are many cracks in the statue. Is the Bodhisattva about to appear?"

The old monkey looked quickly.

Click click click.

The old shell on the surface of Guanyin Bodhisattva fell off, revealing a brand new statue.

The statue is extremely fierce, with a few scales on the surface. It is wearing a gorgeous robe and sitting cross-legged on a lifelike fourth-grade lotus platform.

Immediately, rustling sounds sounded outside the window.

In an instant, the statue's body was covered in scales without any warning, and its head was somewhat similar to a dragon's head, with six closed pupils.

The momentum is not angry but self-defeating!

"He, he, he is..."

The old monkey glanced at the window with his peripheral vision, and the strange and inexplicable tree shadows had disappeared.

………

Three Wishbones, a few days have passed.

The stage has been set up and singing is playing all the time.

Master Zi was motionless on the stage, with a thin layer of flesh and blood growing out, and his appearance was becoming more and more like a macaque monster.

As the troupe picked out the actors, the resentment around them became extremely intense.

During this period, no trouble occurred in the Three Wishbones. Everything seemed peaceful and quiet. Gradually, seventy or eighty white-bone alchemists arrived.

By assisting ghosts in refining artifacts, they can understand the secrets of corpse refining at close range.

The outer disciples of White Bone Cave are not yet alchemists to be precise. After mastering the secrets of corpse refining, the next step is to reshape the body bit by bit.

Until she transformed into a beautiful woman and became a true disciple.

Of course, there are also many outer disciples who do not choose to reshape their bodies. They come to the Trident Bone just to let their disciples learn the secret art of corpse refining.

After all, once they become true disciples, it is said that even their minds will change dramatically.

"Something is wrong, it's really wrong."

The old man looked at the Trident Bone, which was normal, and felt horrified.

He asked Zhengwen through telepathy: "Zhengwen, have you found any clues about the fake Bodhisattva? Or has the weapon ghost never mixed into the Trident Bone?"

"I don't know either."

Zhengwen looked into the distance and saw seven or eight more white bone Taoist priests coming.

They all lowered their heads while walking, with unspeakable fear in their eyes. Seeing the Trident Bone approaching, they quickly quickened their pace.

As the white bone Taoist priests came to the Trident Bone, their expressions were free of fear.

The invisible taboos acted on the body and soul, and the worries about the fake Bodhisattva in their hearts disappeared.

"Master, no matter how hard we search, there is no trace of the fake Bodhisattva, but according to common sense, there are indeed fake Bodhisattvas hiding in the bodies of monks."

The old man sucked in a breath of cold air.

The power of the fake Bodhisattva is strange and unpredictable, and the consciousness cannot distinguish it at all.

The white bone Taoist possessed by the fake Bodhisattva will not be aware of it, so the trident bone has been calm all the time.

"Master, how many fake Bodhisattvas are there in the White Bone Cave?"

"Not sure." The old man said helplessly: "In every group of fellow Taoists, there must be at least one fake Bodhisattva hiding in the dark."

"Why are they...why are they here?"

"It's hard to say."