I can't be a demon

Because the physical strength is not strong enough to resist the ten thousand year old demon, the effects of various magical powers cannot be reflected in the battle, and even the previous encounter in Qinglin Academy was almost drained.

The poisonous immortal body was successfully synthesized, and the poison resistance of the immortal mysterious art was further improved.

The bottleneck of the fifth level of the acquired infinite relic method began to loosen.

When it was getting dark, Xinshan came back from Guan Ping's mansion, but he did not bring any useful clues. The blockade of the street in Panhuan Cave was airtight.

Shen Lian did not act rashly. He spent two days to achieve a small success in the three stomach methods, and then the acquired infinite relic method was promoted to the fifth level.

The progress of cultivation seemed to be advancing by leaps and bounds, but he was still a little dissatisfied, because the pile method and horizontal training could not make a qualitative leap.

There was no way, unless he had the fifth-level food supplement magical power, he could only practice slowly.

Shen Lian occasionally went back and forth to Qinglin Mansion, mainly to obtain new side door classics.

As a result, we learned from the reserve that the Zadian Pavilion is locked every ten days, which shows that the dried corpse Buddha was preaching on that day.

The situation in Guan Ping's residence is very stable, and Ma Wanhu's breath is not weakened.

And strangely, Shen Lian received Ma Wanhu's message again five days after the block was blocked, and the content of the message was the same.

Ma Wanhu asked Shen Lian to go to Guan Ping's residence in exactly the same tone.

"It's really weird."

While Shen Lian was stunned, he heard the sound of craftsmen shouting from the newly built temple, accompanied by a large number of onlookers talking.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

According to the rules of the capital, the craftsmen moved the table where the statue was placed to Fuhou Street.

Fuhou Street, which had been deserted for more than half a month, actually attracted a crowd of onlookers, and even vendors from Jinghe Street next door came specially.

"Huh?"

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows.

He found that several craftsmen were excitedly carrying buckets of paint, which seemed to be deliberately mixed with cow blood, and the unpleasant fishy smell was everywhere.

The crowd was not surprised at all, and took the initiative to smear the paint spilled on the ground on their faces.

Xinshan thought it was a unique custom in the capital at first, but after communicating with the craftsmen, his expression showed an indelible solemnity.

The two began to argue, and then the people also noticed something was wrong.

"Sir." Xinshan saw Shen Lian coming and hurriedly whispered: "They made a lot of moths on the table."

The table was carved with twisted and hideous human faces.

If Xinshan hadn't stopped the craftsmen, the table would have been placed in the center of the temple.

The head craftsman shook his head and said, "Cow blood is used to add eyes. If you can't draw the eyes of the human face, it will bring bad luck." Shen Lian turned around and asked Xinshan, "Didn't you tell them which temple it was?" "No, I found several craftsmen before, but as long as the Zhong Kui Temple was built, those craftsmen were unwilling to take over..." "What!" The head craftsman's face was pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "Aren't you building the Blood Bodhisattva Temple? It's over, it's a disaster!!!" When the people heard the chief craftsman's exclamation, they all left Fuhou Street. In the Jinghe area, the three words of Blood Bodhisattva are taboo. People are in awe and extremely afraid at the same time, and they are even unwilling to talk about it. "You are so brave." The head craftsman was already in his forties or fifties, but he was scared and sweating all over. "Don't set up statues of other immortals or the Blood Bodhisattva will never let you go. No matter how effective Zhong Kui is, he can't save your lives..."

Shen Lian ignored the head craftsman and wiped his palm on the pattern of the stone table.

The powder drifted with the wind, and countless faces disappeared.

"Boss, wish you the best!!!"

The head craftsman took the wages paid by Xinshan and immediately took the others away.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Shen Lian's mouth.

The Blood Bodhisattva must be a demon. It can be seen that the influence of Lion Camel Ridge on the capital has penetrated into the bone marrow. It is not just taking over hundreds of thousands of mortals, but has long become a part of people's lives.

"It's hard to turn back the tide. The more I look at it, the more I feel that the Tang Dynasty is hopeless."

No wonder, although Fuhou Street was occupied by the Rat Fairy, there were still people who survived. I'm afraid it is also related to the so-called Blood Bodhisattva.

"Master, do you want to take it easy?"

Xinshan noticed that several families on Fuhou Street were packing up their belongings, and hesitated, "Master, I'll go ask about the Blood Bodhisattva first."

"No need."

Shen Lian had a statue of Zhong Kui in his hand that was just over three meters long.

"I guess the worship of the Blood Bodhisattva is a recent trend in the capital. It seems that the commotion caused by the replacement of the Tang Emperor will intensify, and it will not be a small number of demons and monsters that will be encountered next."

He raised his hand and threw it, and the statue of Zhong Kui landed steadily on the table.

The fishing magic was naturally performed.

The statue emitted a light that was invisible to the naked eye, but the coverage area was very limited, only half of Fuhou Street.

Shen Lian was slightly puzzled.

He had already prepared to restrain his fishing magic for fear of causing unrest, but the area was only a kilometer, far below expectations.

"No."

Shen Lian activated the relic bone, and then saw a hazy dream.

Fuhou Street in the dream seemed even more deserted, and there was also a temple in the original place, with a statue of Zhong Kui standing in the center.

The fishing range in the dream capital was even smaller than in the real world, only the entire mansion.

But 90% of the magical power was used to maintain the Zhong Kui statue in the dream capital.

Suddenly.

Shen Lian sensed the chanting sound from the dream capital through the statue, and then the blood-red moonlight sprinkled on Fuhou Street.

"The Blood Bodhisattva's cultivation is probably seven thousand years old."

The moonlight seemed to be alive, attracted by the fishing magic and spread towards the statue.

Shen Lian did not see the true body of the Blood Bodhisattva at all, but the resentment had quietly acted on the statue and indirectly affected himself.

"Master, you..."

"Don't pay attention to it."

Large patches of burn marks appeared on Shen Lian's skin.

Blood vessels were twisting, and the breath became extremely unstable.

Then the blood boiled, as if a ghost was about to break out of the body, but because of the Huangquan Immortal Bone, it was forcibly suppressed.

Shen Lian's mouth corners rose.

"It seems that the supreme physical foundation laid by the innate horizontal training holy body cannot be brought into play by the immortal profound art alone."

"The curse of the demon can promote the potential of the foundation."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, the three stomach methods were naturally promoted to the great success. That was the instinct of the physical body to mobilize all resources to fight the curse.

Even the yellow-toothed old elephant was stabilizing the state of the body and soul in reverse.

"Isn't there a shortcut?!!"

"Demons are my beloved relatives and friends on the road of cultivation!!!"

Shen Lian picked a few elixir fruits bred by the corpse of the rat demon. After confirming that his body and soul were stable, his consciousness quietly communicated with the statue of Zhong Kui.

Chapter 231 It turns out that he is a living immortal Buddha!

The mansions of the Jinwu Guard are usually scattered in the streets of the capital, mainly to prevent sudden demons from causing trouble, even though they spend most of their time in various caves practicing.

The Guan Mansion is located in a corner of Nan'an Street in the South City District.

A large number of constables guard the entrances and exits to Nan'an Street. The thick lime powder shrouds it, making it difficult to see the truth. It is obviously a magic array arranged by the Snow Lion, one of the Seven Lions.

A few days after the fall, the streets and alleys near Nan'an Street were bustling.

In front of some shops, there are shrines of the [Blood Bodhisattva]. The statue has no face and four heads. The people's way of worship is very strange, that is, pouring the blood of livestock on the shrine.

The atmosphere in the entire South City District seemed extremely bizarre.

The court had no time to care about the Blood Bodhisattva, and focused its main energy on Nan'an Street. Dozens of Jinwu Guards entered and exited it every day.

Inside Nan'an Street.

Looking up, wherever the area of ​​Nan'an Street is concerned, whether it is the walls or the ground, it is covered with dense and strange scriptures.

The scriptures seem to be from Sanskrit in Buddhism, but every stroke is extremely distorted.

What is creepy is that the scriptures are constantly squirming over time, piecing together and combining with each other, as if they are poisonous insects raised in an altar.