I can't be a demon

It is obviously also a building created by Sha Wujing's taboo.

And Panhuan Cave spent far more energy in Qingzhuang than in the capital.

Shen Lian noticed that the ground and walls were covered with a layer of patina, forming mysterious patterns, and the rising demonic energy turned into a magic circle.

He knew only a little about the formation, but he could tell that the formation in Panhuan Cave was at least used to trap demons who had practiced the Tao for ten thousand years.

Not surprisingly, one of the seven lions under the Nine Spirits Yuansheng Seat is in Qingzhuang.

Shen Lian suspected that Panhuan Cave came for the green-haired lion monster.

Jiuling Yuan Sheng likes to be a teacher, and with the magical power [ancestor worship] he needs to procreate offspring, so it is inevitable that he will be interested in the green-haired lion monster.

"The one sitting in Qingzhuang is not the snow lion. The snow lion's purpose is most likely the Middle Vehicle Buddhism."

While Shen Lian was thinking, the three of them had arrived within a hundred meters of the main gate of Qingzhuang.

Sha Wujing had no intention of slowing down at all. With every step, the wind and sand would become more intense, and the Liusha River would become choppy.

The golden-winged roc eagle has not recovered from its severe injuries, but it is not comparable to the ordinary ten-thousand-year-old demon. With its wings on its back, it is already ready to attack.

The soy saucers deliberately stayed a few meters behind.

Shen Lian suddenly realized the joy of carrying a pole.

No wonder Sha Monk in the TV series has the same line over and over again, "First and second senior brothers, the master was captured by a monster."

"No no no!"

A thick wailing sounded, "Fu Li, you promised me not to let the damn corpse monk come to Qingzhuang, how dare you break your promise!!!"

"The third brother Dapeng has been converted, Fu Li, what are you waiting for? Kill him!!"

The green-haired lion monster trembled all over, especially when he saw the golden-winged roc eagle showing its Buddha-like face, an indescribable fear surged into his heart.

Compared to death, losing oneself is undoubtedly more suffocating.

If...if he faced the Corpse Monk directly, he would definitely end up with the same fate.

"Brother, Master has said that you and he are destined to have a master-disciple relationship, so why bother to resist? It is a great merit to travel to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures."

"Gong... merit..."

The green-haired lion monster said no more, he was really frightened by the golden-winged roc eagle.

He noticed that the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle had fallen into Sha Wujing's hands, and understood that Sha Wujing was ready to convert the three demons of Shituoling, so he contacted Panhuandong immediately.

I didn’t expect that my conversion would be so complete.

roar! ! !

A deafening roar of a lion came from the depths of Qingzhuang.

"Corpse Monk, if you don't want to be an enemy of Panhuan Cave, you might as well release the green-haired lion monster, otherwise our ancestor will not let you off lightly!"

Sha Wujing clasped his hands together and showed some pity on his face, "Donor, please tell Jiuling Yuansheng that the green-haired lion monster is destined to be a poor monk."

"The green-haired lion monster is willing to join the sect of our ancestors, and from now on he will be the Eight Lions..."

"Why."

"Donor Fuli, why bother?"

Fu Li stood ready, his eyes falling on the golden-winged roc eagle.

The body and soul of the golden-winged roc carving has not yet recovered, so it does not pose much of a threat. The corpse monk's Taoism is a bit unclear, but at most he has lost one clone.

Fu Li knew that Zu Weng would be furious if he returned empty-handed and unscathed.

"Amitabha."

Sha Wujing let out a long sigh and stepped into Qingzhuang. There was no response from the magic circle. Most likely it was because Qingzhuang was in the ghost realm.

Shen Lian stopped in front of the door and looked at the smoky Qingzhuang.

There were two to three hundred Panhuandong disciples present, all of whom were at the sixth level of Yuan Dan or above, but they had already been frightened out of their wits by Sha Wujing.

Shen Lian doesn't plan to go deep into Qingzhuang. When watching a play, he must have the consciousness of watching a play.

He found that the alchemists in the village had metal rust all over their bodies, and their teeth and claws were made of bronze. The Taoist inheritance was good at rust poison.

Fu Li, one of the seven lions, feels like he is actually a bronze-headed iron lion.

"Hey, there's another acquaintance."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and found that there were [Qing Zhenren] from the Snow Lion lineage mixed in the crowd.

Qing Zhenren was the eight-level magician who was stationed in Guan Mansion when Snow Lion was refining the Wusheng Dharma Ninja. He had a brief encounter with Shen Lian.

The wind and sand crackled on the ground, and the alchemists had no idea what they were about to face.

"It probably won't take long."

Shen Lian looked around and yawned boredly.

As long as Jiuling Yuansheng does not come, Fuli alone cannot threaten Sha Wujing.

What surprised Shen Lian was that the Panhuandong disciples showed an inexplicable... readyness to act when facing Master and Disciple Sha Wujing.

"Interesting, shouldn't they be afraid of Senior Brother Sha?"

"To be honest, Senior Brother Sha's image is not a good one."

The wind and sand covering the three people were affected by the Panhuan Cave magic circle, and gradually faded away, leaving Sha Wujing's shriveled body looming.

The bright red cassock seemed to be made of flesh and blood, with arms emerging from the ribs.

The golden-winged roc eagle followed closely behind.

His appearance is full of Buddha nature, but he has the appearance of a demon. His eyes are full of appetite, and the chipped beak is constantly dripping saliva.

Only Shen Lian was ordinary, leaning in front of the Qingzhuang door to drink and have fun.

The alchemists talked a lot, but did not show any fear.

After observing Sha Wujing and the Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle for a long time, they came to the conclusion that although there were two more pilgrims, the danger was not great.

There have always been rumors of "Prayers" in Shituoling, which refers to the mummy Buddha wandering in the dream capital.

No one knows the origin of the Buddhist scriptures, except that a batch of scriptures is sent every forty years.

Various forces have already figured out the taboos of Buddhist scripture seekers.

The Buddhist scripture collector seems to be the protector of Buddhism thousands of years ago. Even if he turns into a demon, he must abide by the Buddhist rules and precepts and must not kill.

More than a dozen times the true scripture has been released, but no one has taken the initiative to take action.

“Since the scripture collector is here, it means that the true scripture is nearby!!!”

"Without interference from other forces, wouldn't we be able to get it at our fingertips?"

"Where's the scripture!"

“Where is the Middle Vehicle Dharma?!!”

No one paid attention to why Sha Wujing came to Qingzhuang. Unknowingly, their Niwan Palace had a few more grains of dust-like Buddha sand.

"Take good care of Qingzhenren! He is of the Snow Lion lineage, we must not let him pass on memories!!"

The expressions of the alchemists became distorted, and their greed overwhelmed their Taoist hearts.

Fu Li had no time to pay attention to his disciples, and focused on Sha Wujing.

"Let me go!"

Qing Zhenren was sweating profusely, trying to break away from the Fuli alchemist who was surrounding him.

"Wake up, everyone is looking for death, please understand..."

Qing Zhenren stared at Shen Lian, who was talking and laughing with Bage. There was only a thin layer of wind and sand left, and the exposed figure was somewhat similar to Li Huan.

But more of it is like... Shen Lian.

I have seen the portraits of living immortals and Buddhas in Panhuan Cave, so I can’t be wrong!

No wonder Li Huan, who has pure blood, appeared out of thin air. He was just pretending to be Lu Zu. Shituoling was probably his thousand-year plan!

If an immortal Buddha reincarnates consciously, he will usually arrange some backup plans.

Now it’s time to close the net.

That's why the green-haired lion monster is so frightened that whenever the emperor of the Tang Dynasty changes, the yellow-tusked old elephant will hang himself repeatedly.

Apparently he was hanging himself to hide from the pilgrims.

Qingzhen's uneasiness became more and more intense.

At this moment.

He heard the alchemist beside him shout in disbelief, "It's the true scripture!"

The two ends of the pole carried by Shen Lian emitted bright Buddha light, and the handwriting had already digested the feathers, so that several lines of the sutra were about to take shape.

Rumble.

There are two words in it that seem to be separated from the paper at any time.

"The Dharma of the Middle Vehicle..."