I can't be a demon

The Taoist priests looked at each other, their greed could no longer be suppressed.

They rushed to Shen Lian, because that was a chance to become a land immortal, and even if they didn't refine it, they could get a lot of resources.

When Master Qing saw that no one was paying attention to him, he fled to the side door in a panic.

A glance.

Shen Lian had a playful look on his face, and he turned sideways to identify the pages of paper, and soon found the paper recording the Middle Vehicle Buddhism.

He frowned, and a little bit of disbelief arose in his heart.

"The Middle Vehicle Buddhism is the word [Prajna]."

"Are you kidding me? The Heart Sutra of Prajnaparamita is ranked first in Buddhism. In history, it was the Mahayana Buddhism that Tang Monk obtained when he went to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures."

"Prajna is considered the Middle Vehicle Buddhism, so what is the Mahayana Buddhism?"

Shen Lian carried a shoulder pole and tried to catch up with Sha Wujing.

He passed by hundreds of Taoist priests.

They stood there in disbelief, with a walnut-sized hole between their eyebrows.

"Uncle Master, if you need another chance to punish me, just call me."

The Golden-winged Roc licked its beak, savoring the taste of a hundred or so human brains. It didn't expect that human brains filled with evil thoughts were so delicious.

"The old saying is right. When a person is evil, he is no longer a human being, but an animal."

"Animals are naturally edible."

Shen Lian's scalp tingled, as if the Golden-winged Roc had opened another door.

Calling me "Uncle Master" all the time has somewhat affected my image of being upright.

Shen Lian skillfully collected the corpses one by one.

"Uncle Master, there is a person who has escaped without any evil thoughts in his heart. Do you want to catch him?"

"No, let him go."

Shen Lian glanced at the back of Master Qing. The more chaotic Lion Camel Ridge is, the better. Only when the various forces have ulterior motives can they take the opportunity to advance to the fifth level of Bone Blade.

"Brother, the true scripture has been conceived. Can I study it?"

"Except for the middle-level Buddhist teachings to attract the yellow-toothed old elephant, the rest are all yours."

While Sha Wujing was speaking, he turned into a hundred meters again. Suddenly, two lion roars, one large and one small, came from the depths of Qingzhuang.

Shen Lian flipped through the pages of the book, waiting for the elixir furnace in the dantian to grow.

"It feels good."

Chapter 250 Datong True Scripture and Buddhist Teachings

The yellow sand whistled.

The resentment in Qingzhuang was like a substance. The noise made by Sha Wujing was getting more and more intense. His 40,000 years of Taoism had already formed a crushing trend.

"Master, I will help you to clear the battle, so that the green-haired lion monster can worship Buddhism as soon as possible."

The golden-winged roc hovered in the air, its wings spread out with demonic aura, and excitedly stared at Fuli's head, wanting to taste it.

Shen Lian sat at the door with lingering fear, and he would be affected if he was not careful.

But the Quicksand River is also full of dangers. You can feel the sand sea surging constantly. At first glance, it looks like a boiling oil pan.

"Corpse monk, if you cling to me, the ancestor will not let you go!!"

"Amitabha."

Sha Wujing said lightly: "If I let your soul return to Panhuan Cave easily, you will definitely come to trouble me in the future."

"Mad man!!!"

Rumble.

The earth shook, and the green-haired lion monster could no longer hear any sound.

"Senior Brother Sha, Senior Brother Sha, you are really... eager to accept disciples."

Shen Lian smiled bitterly, and his soul swept across the middle dantian.

I saw the roots of the Danlu fruit growing, absorbing the water of the Tianhe River and extending wantonly. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be fully grown in a moment.

"It just so happens that the middle dantian is not used on weekdays, so using it to hold the Danlu fruit is also a good use of it."

Shen Lian does have a lot of good things that need to be bred, well, especially the hundreds of Panhuan Cave disciples' corpses given by nature.

He took a sip of wine and practiced the Great Circulation of Heaven in a leisurely manner.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The pages of paper shook, and the handwriting became extremely active. Just by looking at it, there was a creepy illusion.

"There are four sentences in the Hinayana Buddhism. Let me see..."

"One sentence is the law of non-birth."

Shen Lian turned the page of paper, and the familiar law of non-birth came into view.

But strangely, the aura revealed by the law of non-birth was far from being prosperous, just like a butterfly that had just emerged from a pupa, slightly weak.

The law of non-birth gnawed the rest of the handwriting, but deliberately avoided the content of the ancestral fist.

"Why is the true scripture an insect?"

Shen Lian was full of thoughts. It was not that the true scripture looked like an insect, but that its habits were the same as those of an insect, but in a sense, it was indeed in line with the way of heaven.

Whether it was the Taoist's feathering to become an immortal, or the Buddhist's sitting and becoming a Buddha.

They all felt that becoming an immortal or a Buddha required a process of shedding the old shell, and they didn't know what the situation of the Western Lingshan and the Heavenly Palace was now.

Shen Lian started with the Unborn Dharma, and gradually stripped off the Hinayana Buddhism.

The paper was broken, and the four characters of Unborn Dharma were just floating in the air. Because of the influence of the Flowing Sand River, they dared not escape at all.

The air was distorted, and the half-meter where the Sutra was located collapsed.

The handwriting of Unborn Dharma was spreading, but the number was very limited, far less than the Hinayana Buddhism at the Guanfu.

Blood dripped out of Shen Lian's palm, and the Unborn Dharma was sealed in it.

Then came the second sentence of the Sutra, [Get such wisdom], the third sentence [Purity], and the fourth sentence [Achieve the Dharma heard].

From the meaning, one can tell what kind of wonderful use the Sutra has.

Busy with everything, two days have passed unknowingly.

Click.

Shen Lian heard a strange sound in his body, and he couldn't help but come back to his senses. The Danlu Fruit finally grew.

At this time, the Buddha's light in Qingzhuang was shining, and the sound of Sha Wujing chanting scriptures and Fu Li's hysterical screams could be heard from the depths.

Faintly, one could hear the weak breathing of the green-haired lion monster.

"At present, the golden-winged roc and the green-haired lion monster are both difficult to resist, and I don't know if the yellow-fanged old elephant has made any arrangements."

Shen Lian took the fruit core containing the corpse into the middle dantian.

The middle dantian was already full of roots, and a shallow pool of Tianhe water wrapped around the elixir furnace.

When the elixir furnace began to absorb the corpse, the occupation panel suddenly showed a line of prompts, which showed that some alchemists had inevitably become demons.

[Wanshou Corpse Roots reached 100.02%, martial arts points +10]

Wanshou Corpse Roots overflowed with experience, and the four professions were either already at the fifth level or needed to impact the fifth level. The group of Lion Camel Ridge reaped a lot of rewards.

The tree stump suddenly grew a lot of messy fruits.

No matter what the effect of the elixir fruit is, at least it can replenish the consumption of medicinal wine.

"Try to separate a feather."

[Absorb the feather of the Golden Winged Dapeng, experience of the Ten Thousand Life Corpse Root +6.67%]

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. As expected of a Golden Winged Dapeng, the feather's value is far beyond the ordinary based on the rich experience.

Then there are four sentences of Hinayana Buddhism.

[Absorb the Samantabhadra Sutra (fragment), experience of the Ten Thousand Life Corpse Root +4.01%]

"As expected, there is a gap between Hinayana Buddhism. The previous Wusheng Fa Nian provided 17% experience."

The other three sentences of the true scriptures are also from the Samantabhadra Sutra.

If there are Taoist priests around, they will be shocked to see Shen Lian's method of swallowing the true scriptures. Even if it is a journey to the Eight Realms, it must be carefully refined. How can it be eaten as a snack?

The shoulder pole on Shen Lian's shoulder became much lighter, leaving only the middle-level Buddhism [Prajna].

After he continued to wait for two days, the resentment that enveloped Qingzhuang came to an abrupt end, and the turbulent Quicksand River gradually returned to calm.

The golden-winged roc landed on the ground and respectfully leaned behind the handrail.

Sha Wujing walked out slowly, holding Fu Li's head in his hand. Wherever he passed, copper rust and blood dripped, with a pungent stench.