I can't be a demon

"That's right."

Shen Lian nodded, and then flashed to Tianpeng Temple.

It was still dark, and the main hall was empty.

When Shen Lian arrived, the statue possessed by Ghost Dad couldn't help but smile, and Ghost Mom stretched out an arm to stroke the former's head.

"A Lian."

"Old man, can you... touch this magic weapon?"

Ghost Dad didn't hesitate at all, and the statue stretched out his arm to touch the dragon fish robe.

The moment the dragon fish robe sensed the ghost, the Buddha's light surged, and Ghost Dad's resentment was suppressed, and even his arm showed signs of melting.

Shen Lian gave up the idea.

The corrosiveness of Buddha's light is higher than that of demonic aura. If Ghost Dad is exposed to Buddha's light, his Taoism will definitely decrease sharply in the long run.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Ghost Dad ask, "A Lian, is this a Buddhist thing?"

"Yes, old man, you..."

"I heard from the old man in Zhuangzi that Tian Peng Zhen Jun is known as the messenger of the altar. He was once a bodhisattva of Buddhism. How can he be afraid of the Buddha's light?"

As soon as Ghost Dad finished speaking, resentment surged all over his body.

Shen Lian was dumbfounded, watching the golden light appear between Ghost Dad's eyebrows. If he was not mistaken, it was the prototype of a relic.

When Ghost Dad picked up the dragon fish robe again, the Buddha's light no longer eroded.

Shen Lian was about to speak but stopped.

He could feel that after the trip to the Xieyue Three Heart Cave, in Ghost Dad's cognition, he had already regarded himself as Tian Peng Zhen Jun.

Although the relic appeared in just two or three breaths and condensed, Ghost Dad was definitely hypnotizing himself imperceptibly every day.

It's terrifying to think about it. The law of words acts on Ghost Dad at all times.

In a sense, it is also a special way of practice.

I just don't know if the genuine Tianpeng Zhenjun will choose to eliminate this threat when he notices the existence of Ghost Dad.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, he was definitely on Ghost Dad's side.

He handed the peel to Ghost Dad, who refined it in a very realistic way, without even needing any method, and the medicinal power slowly merged into the magic weapon.

Some of the medicinal power also warmed up Ghost Mom.

Shen Lian stopped disturbing Ghost Dad and quietly returned to the pawnshop.

………

In the following days, there was no need to distract himself to refine the weapon, and the retreat was finally on the right track.

Shen Lian asked Su Yu to help collect the skills for the soul, and soon found three, but the content was relatively superficial.

There were the soul-forging skills explored by Wan Hu, and there were also miscellaneous weapon-refining skills.

Shen Lian didn't care at all, and fully integrated them into the Purple Mansion Weapon Tempering Method. After consuming 12 points, the characteristics of the Purple Mansion Weapon Tempering Method successfully transformed.

[Purple Mansion Tempering Technique (Mind Like a Torch)]

The strength of the soul increased by 30%, and as expected by Shen Lian, it was enough to split the soul out of the body through the Purple Mansion Tempering Technique.

However, the split soul is far from perfect as the corpse-resolving secret technique, and can only exist for about five days.

"Anyway, just confirm whether the profession of the ginseng fruit tree can be triggered."

Shen Lian patiently restored the peak of the soul.

During this period, some towns continued to suffer disasters. Although there were no major casualties, it was obviously caused by the Little Leiyin Temple.

The various caves have begun to shrink their forces to deal with the Little Leiyin Temple.

The Yanshan area seemed very peaceful. After the government banned the breeding of dogs, there has been no inexplicable sudden death.

Half a month later, Shen Lian's soul gradually subsided.

At the same time, the elixir of the middle-level Buddhist Dharma [Prajna] matured, but it could not be dealt with in a hurry before the dragon fish robe was refined.

Shen Lian took the elixir into the ghost gourd for preservation.

Then he stretched out his hand and touched the center of his brow, performing the Purple Palace Tempering Technique, which was like a sharp sword piercing through the soul, and an indescribable pain came.

Shen Lian trembled all over until a small piece of soul was torn out of his soul.

He kept drinking, and the nutrients washed the severely injured soul. It took two or three hundred kilograms to barely heal the injury, and he had to work hard to remove the hidden injuries.

"Hu."

Shen Lian recovered and then controlled the soul to leave his body.

A ball of spiritual light drilled out from the center of his eyebrows.

The strength of the soul was equivalent to the soul of a Taoist priest of the same level, and it could travel a hundred miles a day without any problem. Then it disappeared into the tree hole leading to Wuzhuang Temple.

At the other end of the tree hole was the second body, and the soul took charge of the Niwan Palace.

The cracks in the Niwan Palace gradually closed, and Shen Lian's perception of the second body was intensifying, and the prompt on the occupation panel appeared.

[The Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree occupation has been triggered, but the necessary conditions are missing and the job cannot be taken]

[Infinite Corpse Roots - Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree Compatibility 95.78%]

Shen Lian understood that as long as the soul split completely settled in the second body, he would meet the conditions for taking the Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree.

"Since we have figured out that the banyan tree can rely on the Five-Zhuang Temple to advance to the sixth level, just focus on gaining experience, and there is no need to..."

Shen Lian's pupils shrank slightly, at the moment when the soul split was about to settle in the second body.

The soul split suddenly felt dizzy, as if it had left the body again.

Then, the perspective of the soul split changed.

Shen Lian found that the soul split was in a dilapidated Taoist temple, and the huge ginseng fruit tree that was a hundred meters long came into view.

The Taoist temple is composed of countless temples, but they are all built around the ginseng fruit tree.

It can be clearly seen that the temples have not been inhabited for thousands of years, the doors and windows are rotten, and the eaves of many temples are already bumpy.

"It's... Wuzhuang Temple!!!"

Shen Lian noticed that the soul fragment was extremely solid and wore a Taoist robe in the style of Wuzhuang Temple.

Obviously, if the soul fragment had not entered the second body, the ghost born in the Niwan Palace should have become a member of Wuzhuang Temple.

"Damn, what happened in Wuzhuang Temple a thousand years ago?"

"Where is Zhen Yuanzi?!!"

Shen Lian ignored the split soul and stared at the ginseng fruit tree in front of him. The innate spiritual roots revealed strangeness everywhere.

There was an obvious mark in the middle of the trunk of the ginseng fruit tree.

A mark of being cut in half.

That's right, the upper and lower parts of the ginseng fruit tree are completely different.

The upper part is extremely twisted, and the lush green leaves are dripping blood, like a bloody rain, and hundreds of fruits are hanging on the branches.

The fruit is not a ginseng fruit, but a bright... peach.

"Peach?"

The ginseng fruit tree is obviously grafted, and the color of the junction between the upper and lower parts is very different.

If Shen Lian guessed correctly, the ginseng fruit tree had been cut in half, and only the stump was left in Wuzhuang Temple, and it was almost withered.

Someone tried to revive the ginseng fruit tree and forcibly grafted the peach tree with the ginseng fruit tree.

That's why the ginseng fruit tree has become so weird.

Shen Lian couldn't help but control his soul to walk towards the ginseng fruit tree, wanting to take a peek.

Suddenly, a Taoist boy came to the ginseng fruit tree with a smile. His eyes were frightening, his appearance was slightly deformed, and his upper and lower body were not coordinated.

It seemed that his body had been grafted with the ginseng fruit tree.

"Qingfeng, there is a new earthly immortal in Wuzhuang Temple."

Earthly immortal?

Shen Lian's eyes twitched. Did Wuzhuang Temple call the ghosts that grew out of the soil earthly immortals?

"Yes, it's the first time in a hundred years."

Qingfeng's reply came from the Taoist boy's belly button. The two of them were in the same body in a strange and inexplicable way, each controlling half of the body.

"Mingyue, Master will be happy if he knows."

"It's a pity that Master has been in Shangqingtian Miluo Palace for a thousand years. I don't know when Yuanshi Tianzun can end the lecture on Hunyuan Daoguo."

Shen Lian listened to the conversation between the two and guessed what Wuzhuang Temple had discovered.

Since Zhen Yuanzi has never returned to Wuzhuang Temple, it means that the current situation of the ginseng fruit tree has nothing to do with him. I don’t know who did it.

Mingyue took a step with her right foot and instantly came within half a meter of Shen Lian.