I can't be a demon

"Collect!"

Shen Lian hurriedly urged his strength, and blood dripped out of his palm.

All the scriptures suddenly stagnated, and then swarmed towards the blood drop, as if the blood contained an unspeakable deliciousness.

"According to the description of the wonderful method of seeking the true scriptures and refining tools, the Hinayana Buddhism loves blood, and the Mahayana Buddhism loves souls, both of which are very evil."

Wusheng Faren immersed himself in the blood drop, impatiently absorbing nutrients.

As long as Shen Lian ensured that the blood drop had sufficient nutrients, Wusheng Faren would not riot.

"For refining tools, the ghost gourd is definitely not suitable. The way to upgrade to a treasure has been clearly defined, and there is no need to consecrate it as a Buddhist magic weapon."

"The Corpse Demon Scabbard is okay, and maybe it can be upgraded to a magic weapon."

"No."

Although the Corpse Demon Scabbard is only a superior magic weapon, it is always warming the bone blade. Shen Lian really doesn't want the fundamental object to be involved in the true scriptures.

"Let's just use the dragon fish robe. After all, the real dragon is the first-class mascot in Buddhism."

The Buddha's mounts are all kinds of strange, and the real dragon must occupy a large position. The true scripture should be more suitable for the dragon fish robe.

Shen Lian's mind moved, and the eighth-grade lotus platform appeared between his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, he dripped blood on the dragon fish robe, gradually engraved the law of non-birth, and suddenly the faint Buddha light spread out.

Flutter flutter.

If it weren't for the true scripture refining, the picture would be more like the magic method.

"Ga..."

The starling couldn't help but cry, slowly landed on the top of the eaves, staring at the statue in the temple, and the dried corpse Buddha had completely taken shape.

If it weren't for the characteristics of a corpse, I would have thought it was the reincarnation of a living Buddha.

Chapter 245 The Strange Secrets in the True Scripture

"The so-called true scripture feels more like the manifestation of the rules of the great way."

Shen Lian noticed that the surface of the dragon fish robe was oozing with boiling sticky plasma, and the spirit struggled madly, while eager to swallow the true scripture.

Crack, crack, crack.

The dragon fish robe turned into a small evil dragon, and then revealed the characteristics of an insect.

A white line cracked on the back, as if the dragon fish robe was about to shed its shell and be reborn.

Shen Lian was not affected, and continued to depict the scriptures in detail until the four characters of Wusheng Fa Ren were printed in the center of the dragon fish robe.

The precious light leaked out, and the dragon fish robe drilled out of the old body.

The surface of the dragon fish robe still maintained the appearance of a white-bone evil dragon, but it grew a pair of insect wings, and there were complicated Sanskrit looming.

The magic weapon was promoted to the middle level.

Shen Lian's face was uncertain, and his mind controlled the dragon fish robe to quietly merge into the flesh, and suddenly a layer of fine golden scales covered the whole body.

"The true scriptures have advantages and disadvantages. The dragon fish robe has completely become a treasure of Buddhism. In the future, it can only continue to advance by refining the true scriptures."

"Hehe."

"Fortunately, I should have a lot of opportunities to come into contact with the true scriptures."

Shen Lian secretly activated the dragon fish robe, and suddenly a lot of rotten marks appeared on the surface of the scales.

His body and soul aura became stable.

"After the Dragon Fish Robe was consecrated, it has inherited the [Nirvana] of the Unborn Dharma Endurance. I can communicate with the magic weapon to transfer the injuries of the body and soul."

Of course, the Dragon Fish Robe is only a medium-level magic weapon after all. It can withstand limited injuries, and it takes a certain amount of time to repair each time.

Shen Lian does not need to use his strength. The Immortal Mysterious Art has already begun to suppress the resentment. With the help of the wisdom eye that constantly identifies failures, it will be enough to completely recover within two or three days.

"What a pity."

A cold voice came from behind, and Shen Lian was stunned on the spot as if facing a great enemy.

"The method is simple, and you use it cleverly, but it is still more reluctant. Otherwise, the magic weapon has a chance to achieve superior results."

Shen Lian hurriedly drove the ghost gourd away for a hundred meters, and looked up.

But he saw a dried corpse monk with dry skin and a face like a Buddha standing in the air, and the blood-red cassock he wore had a little sand and gravel floating.

It was Sha Monk!!!

Shen Lian held the bone blade. Although he did not detect any malice in Sha Seng, he was still unsure about facing a ten-thousand-year-old demon for the first time.

The dried corpse Buddha said Amitabha and lowered his head and asked, "What should I call you?"

"Why is the stupid bird so quiet? Didn't I ask it to help watch it?!!"

Shen Lian looked at the starling with resentment. The latter stopped on the top of the eaves and shook his head as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Shen Lian."

"Can I call you Junior Brother?"

Shen Lian's eyelids twitched wildly, and his pupils were only the size of his eyes.

Could it be that the Sha Seng in front of him mistook himself for...Tang Monk?

Shen Lian was full of thoughts. Sha Wujing's few short sentences contained a lot of information. It turned out that the journey to the West did not end at the beginning.

It is very likely that, as he guessed, the route to obtain the scriptures was reversed.

The four masters and apprentices started from the West Heaven and walked all the way to the capital. In the end, Sha Wujing sank into the Flowing Sand River, Zhu Bajie retired to Gao Laozhuang, and Sun Wukong chose to live a carefree life in Huaguo Mountain...

No.

If it were the other way around, would Sun Wukong be pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, merge with the rocks, and turn into a stubborn stone again?

"My name is [Sha Wujing], and I have followed Jin Chanzi to learn Buddhism for many years."

"Don't think too much. You are not Jin Chanzi, nor are you Jin Chanzi's reincarnation. It's just because you have a connection with Jin Chanzi that we are brothers."

"Sha... Brother Sha."

"Yes."

Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief. At present, the Blood Spirit Boy has not caused any trouble. The few world-class demons who are related to him are... good?

Sha Wujing nodded and pointed to the mountains in the center.

"Brother, why don't you read the scriptures with me?"

"Okay."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, the mountains underwent a drastic change.

The rest of the mountains scattered into rolling yellow sand, swarming towards the center, and the grass and trees made of the ghost realm became more and more real.

The ruined temple turned into more than a dozen halls, and countless monks could be seen shuttling between them.

Sha Wujing explained: "Jinshan Temple, a Buddhist center in the mortal world a thousand years ago, has now become part of the [Little Leiyin Temple]."

Shen Lian noticed that the monk Fa Ming, who had consumed tens of thousands of demons to recreate, had entered the back hall.

"Little Leiyin Temple?"

"In fact, there is no need for me to say more. There are also relevant records in the court. The Little Leiyin Temple will accept Buddhist temples in the world, so once Buddhism flourishes, the Little Leiyin Temple will be born."

"Follow me."

Sha Wujing walked step by step towards the hall where the monk Fa Ming was.

Shen Lian followed cautiously.

He had seen the dried corpse Buddha several times, and Sha Wujing gave him the feeling that his mind was confused. Now his thoughts were clear, but it seemed unreal.

Sha Wujing pushed open the door, and the hall that came into view was extremely dim.

Monk Faming no longer had any trace of demons. He sat at the desk, scratching his head and thinking. In front of him was only an oil lamp and a thick stack of papers that looked like human skin.

Shen Lian immediately recognized that the papers came from those demon students of Qinglin Academy.

"Faming, do you remember it?"

"I remember it." Monk Faming came back to his senses and said to himself crazily: "I remember that day when he was away, I secretly read the true scriptures. What was the first sentence?"

"Yes!"

"At that time, the holy Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva Mahasattva, lazy to tie his clothes and go out, then he stepped down and whipped, I was on the moon and lighted the Tathagata..."

As the handwriting was engraved on the paper, you can see that every stroke has an inexplicable reaction, but it is far less weird than the Wusheng Faren.

Shen Lian frowned tightly, feeling that the content of the true scriptures was extremely awkward.

Part of it is Buddhist scriptures, but part of it is... martial arts?

He couldn't help but ask indirectly: "Brother, why is the true scripture known by Abbot Faming so strange, as if it was pieced together?"

"After all, it is ordinary." Sha Wujing said in a deep voice: "And the people who witnessed the true scripture in person back then were all ordinary people without exception, and the true scripture copied by later generations was inevitably confused."

Shen Lian hesitated to speak.