I can't be a demon

No matter how confused it is, it shouldn't be confused with martial arts.

Why do I feel that the true scriptures are contaminated by martial arts?

Shen Lian also couldn't understand Sha Wujing's purpose in Lion Camel Ridge. Sending a batch of true scriptures to the depths of the cave every forty years seemed to only attract the various cave forces to compete for the opportunity of the true scriptures.

"True scriptures!!!"

Monk Fa Ming grimaced, his body and soul tended to collapse.

Sha Wujing's flesh and blood began to dissolve, but he didn't care. He said in a daze: "Only those who have seen the true scriptures with their own eyes can copy them. I have seen it more than a dozen times, but I can't even copy a stroke."

The two stopped talking. Shen Lian paid close attention to Monk Fa Ming copying the true scriptures, secretly distinguishing the martial arts in his heart.

As Monk Fa Ming wrote, his teeth fell out one after another, and he was in great pain.

When the true scripture was about to end, he suddenly had a flash of enlightenment and burst into tears, "Xuanzang, oh Xuanzang, you really hurt me, the old monk, how could you let me see the true scripture."

"The great supernatural powers of the future will definitely learn the content of the true scripture from me, and in this way, they will definitely mislead sentient beings."

"You hurt me!!!"

Monk Faming seemed to be speaking the last words of a thousand years ago, as if he had already anticipated that the true scripture would bring disasters that swept the world, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

After only a few strokes left, he instantly turned into a pool of yellow sand.

"Junior brother, do you want to take a closer look?"

Sha Wujing put away the paper. The true scripture on it was obviously not yet formed, and it would probably need to be refined later. I don't know what secrets there are in Lion Camel Ridge, which would take hundreds of years of painstaking efforts.

"No need, junior brother is a stupid person by nature and doesn't understand Buddhism."

"Maybe." Sha Wujing didn't comment.

The power in Shen Lian's Dantian surged, and the combined handwriting wrote the martial arts in the true scripture, which should be an ordinary low-level boxing.

Strange thing, how could the true scripture be mixed into martial arts?

Moreover, although the martial arts thousands of years ago had formed a system, there was no practice of Qi and blood, and it was more of a Taoist inner alchemy.

Shen Lian tried to use the wisdom eye, and the career panel showed a prompt.

[Ancestor Fist (Incomplete)]

[Created by ****, there are 17 styles in total. After learning, it can strengthen the body, relax the muscles and activate the joints. It is a good martial art that lays the foundation for martial arts. 】

"What a mess, since the name cannot be revealed, it means that this person's origin is beyond the scope of the fifth-level wisdom eye, but the martial arts he created are too basic."

Shen Lian was confused and hesitated to say: "Brother, where did the true scriptures come from?"

"Of course it is the Lingshan Mountain in the West, but I am afraid that only Tathagata Buddha and Jin Chanzi in the world have read the contents of the true scriptures from beginning to end."

"But..."

Sha Wujing put the true scriptures close to his body, "Don't ask about the matters of obtaining the scriptures again, you will die."

"Brother, I give you a piece of advice, read it carefully, listen carefully, and think carefully."

"Thank you for your teachings."

"Ah~~"

Shen Lian stopped asking, and then heard the loud cry of the starling, and saw that the silly bird hurriedly flew to the direction of the Liusha River.

"Huh?"

"Time... is almost up." Sha Wujing said with a smile.

"What?"

Shen Lian felt something was wrong and hurriedly left the temple.

Immediately afterwards, everything around him was turning into sand and disappearing. Sha Wujing was obscured by the dust and was vaguely visible. The reflection was distorted.

Crack, crack.

The crisp sound of bones colliding was heard.

Nine heads grew out of Sha Wujing's neck, and nine pairs of arms were distributed around his body. The boundless and brilliant Buddha light mixed in the sand.

"Your mother's starling, you run so fast!"

"Junior brother."

"Don't say bad words, you hide for a while."

Sha Wujing squeezed out his teeth word by word, and his spider-like body crawled over.

Whoosh.

Shen Lian summoned the ghost gourd and fled. Sha Wujing shook his head and said "too late", then stretched out a skinny arm.

The palm hit Shen Lian's back, the force was not light or heavy.

Shen Lian flew backwards and was soon swallowed by the quicksand river.

The ghost realm did not harm his body and soul. He could hear Sha Wujing's crazy roar, which was more than the scope of a ten-thousand-year-old demon.

"Disciple is unwilling!"

"If it had happened a hundred years earlier, Master would never have disappeared!!!"

Shen Lian remained calm and made several preparations at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the noise stopped before a day had passed.

Rumble.

The Quicksand River parted.

Sha Wujing regained his appearance as a living Buddha in a red robe, but the madness on his face still remained.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"If you have time, why not help me deliver the scriptures."

"I'll take you to see..."

"Big Brother."

Chapter 246 Sha Wujing with Split Personality

The starling landed on Shen Lian's head and looked at Sha Wujing with interest.

Shen Lian was deeply surprised.

Big Brother?

Could it be that Monkey King is in Lion Camel Ridge? But it's not realistic to think about it.

There are many cave forces looking for Sun Wukong's whereabouts. If he hid in Lion Camel Ridge, there would not be no clues for hundreds of years.

Moreover, according to Sha Wujing's intention, he planned to let Sun Wukong transport the scriptures together?

After all, Monkey King is a famous ruthless character in the Three Realms. Even if a thousand years have passed, he dare not believe that the Monkey King would fall to this point.

"Junior brother."

Sha Wujing's smile faded, he stepped lightly on the ground, his eyes rolled randomly, and asked again: "If you have time, why not help me transport the scriptures, I will take you to see the eldest brother!"

His tone became irritable, but he continued to ask patiently, with unexplained chuckles coming out of his mouth from time to time.

"Okay, Senior Brother Sha, how many miles do we have to walk?"

"How many miles, how many miles..."

Sha Wujing's face twisted, "You just follow, how can you have so many questions?"

"Everyone is asking, who should I ask? I also want to know the reason, but everything can't have a reason, annoying! Annoying, annoying!"

After he said that, his expression softened, "If you want to go with us, just follow. If you don't want to, the monk will let you leave the Liusha River."

Shen Lian could feel that Sha Wujing's mental state was extremely unstable.

Since the madness ended, Sha Wujing seemed to have changed into a different person. Every move he made seemed extremely impatient. He received no reply from Shen Lian, and even his breathing became heavy unconsciously.

"It's okay, I'll be with my senior brother."

"good."

Sha Monk's eyes slowed down, and he used yellow sand to form a pole out of thin air.

He divided the scripture into two parts and tied them to both ends of the pole, "Junior brother, you are responsible for carrying the scripture. Hurry up, time is running out."

Shen Lian took the pole and suddenly felt an indescribable weight.

Without stimulating Heng Lian, it would be difficult to do it with the strength of my body. It is hard to imagine that the pole is carrying only a few thin pages of paper.

Moreover, the current scripture should not be fully formed yet.

Shen Lian put the pole on his shoulders, his bones creaking, and his feet inevitably sank into the sand.

He took out the ghost gourd with one hand, and hundreds of drops of water from the Milky Way were submerged into the magic weapon. The pressure on his body and soul was drastically reduced, immediately offsetting the weight of the shoulder pole.

"Senior brother, since we don't know how many miles we have to travel, I'm afraid I will lose time."

"This is easy to handle!"