I can't be a demon

"Then again, can I change the future in the past."

Shen Lian's thoughts moved slightly, and he was about to tentatively tell him, but found that as long as the information related to future generations, he couldn't reveal even a little bit.

"Is everything doomed and I am just a bystander by chance?"

An impulse arose in Shen Lian's heart, but he quickly gave it up.

If he is already in the Immortal Class, he might be thinking about causing trouble. Well, a Xiami wandering in the second realm should not think about saving the world.

"Disciple, let's go, we've almost all taken our seats."

"good."

Ancestor Bodhi waved his whisk, and smoke lifted his body up. Shen Lian followed him on a ghost gourd, and the two of them disappeared into the clouds one after the other.

The clouds are full of aura, and there are a large number of tables and chairs.

The immortals had already sat down and were chatting with each other in a seemingly normal manner.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Shen Lian's eyes.

The Yuan Shen appeared with three flowers gathered at the top, and the scene in his eyes suddenly changed drastically.

Corpse energy enveloped the clouds, and numerous bones could be seen among them, as well as twisted plant roots that were constantly entangled.

Some immortals have been subtly affected by the ginseng fruit tree.

They didn't notice at all that there were roots drilling into the body when breathing through the mouth and nose, and the body and soul were already unconsciously accepting the corpse energy.

Loud voices echoed.

"Hahaha, my fellow Taoist is not practicing at Fangcun Mountain, so he came all the way to Wuzhuang Temple."

"Zhen Yuanzi is deeply honored!"

Patriarch Bodhi smiled and his attitude was very subtle, as if he didn't want to contact Zhen Yuanzi.

"Fellow Bodhisattva, you were also present when Yuanshi Tianzun explained it in Shangqingtian. Although you left in a hurry in the middle, you must have greatly recognized the mystery of Hunyuan Dao Fruit."

"Fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi, Yuanshi Tianzun's words are naturally very good."

Patriarch Bodhi responded indifferently, but did not refute Zhen Yuanzi’s statement.

Shen Lian faced Zhen Yuanzi at close range and noticed the strange behavior of the latter.

When Zhen Yuanzi spoke, the Taoist robe on his chest kept rising and falling. It felt like there were hollow gaps in his body and his limbs were emaciated.

"I'm going to take my disciple to see the world. Fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi will definitely welcome me."

Patriarch Bodhi obviously came uninvited, but Zhen Yuanzi was not angry and made a gesture of invitation, "How come? I welcome him naturally."

"Please come inside and take a seat."

Zhen Yuanzi fell on Shen Lian.

Because of the cover of Patriarch Bodhi, Zhen Yuanzi did not see clearly the reality of Shen Lian, but felt that there was a spiritual light rising from the back of the latter's head.

It is clearly a manifestation of the natural spiritual roots, and the aptitude is extremely outstanding.

"The path of Bodhi, the path of friendship and luck, is indeed the seed of immortality by contemplating the path of heaven."

Zhen Yuanzi put his hands behind his back and looked at Shen Lian several times.

Patriarch Bodhi did not reply, and led Shen Lian to a table near the corner. Each table was far apart. The immortal god on the left was like a door god, and the robes he wore looked rich and colorful.

The door god and Patriarch Bodhi simply nodded and did not communicate much.

The golden-armored warrior on the side showed vague hostility, trying to figure out the reality of Shen Lian, but he could only see that the latter was ordinary.

The golden armored warrior should be a Taoist boy brought by the door god.

"Disciple, don't take what Zhen Yuanzi said earlier seriously."

Shen Lian was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "What words."

"Visualize the way of heaven."

Ancestor Bodhi couldn't help but have a flash of complexity in his eyes.

"Master, why can't you visualize the way of heaven?"

"My disciple, although you were born with the vision of having three flowers gathered at the top of your head, you have not yet become a land god through cultivation. It is considered a blessing among misfortunes."

Patriarch Bodhi knocked the dust on the table, signaling to the Wuzhuang Temple disciples to serve spiritual fruit and wine.

"You should know that the only way to escape from the immortal world is to set foot on land."

"And if you want to be promoted to a land immortal, you need the three flowers of the Yuan Shen to gather at the top, the five Qi to move toward the Yuan, and wait until the right time to contemplate the way of heaven."

"Now is not the right time. If you become a land god, you will suffer unreasonable disasters."

Shen Lian was stunned, and suddenly realized that the so-called three flowers gathering at the top and five qi heading towards the origin were just the way to become a land immortal thousands of years ago.

Later generations have been reduced to refining scriptures, which shows that there must be many variables.

The unknown disaster has blocked the path of the three flowers gathering at the top and the five qi heading towards the Yuan. Is it possible that it has something to do with the illusory way of heaven?

Patriarch Bodhi said to himself: "My disciple, you can eat personal ginseng fruit, your life will be longer, and you don't have to risk your life to deal with unwarranted disasters."

Shen Lian frowned slightly, Patriarch Bodhi's words were full of information.

At the same time, he revealed in disguise why the Taoist boy who had not become an immortal was so eager for ginseng fruit. One bite can increase his life span by thousands of years, not to mention that after eating it, he will live for 47,000 years.

"Bodhi Immortal, please taste the spiritual fruit."

Qingfeng brought the spiritual fruit and couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Shen Lian.

Even though the aura was completely different, it still made him doubt whether Shen Lian was a spiritual being hanging on the branch of the ginseng fruit tree.

After Qingfeng hesitated for a few seconds, he did not ask rashly.

As soon as he turned around, Shen Lian suddenly patted Qingfeng on the shoulder seemingly casually, "Qingfeng, say hello to senior brother and sister Wuzhuangguan for me."

"Okay, junior brother, take care."

The corners of Qingfeng's mouth rose.

In the past, when Ginseng Fruit was born, he and Mingyue really regarded Shen Lian as their junior brother, even if the other party now worships Shen Lian in the Xie Yue Sanxing Cave.

Patriarch Bodhi didn't pay attention and shook his head while looking at the three ounces of spiritual fruits.

"Sure enough, Zhen Yuanzi has not left Wuzhuang Temple for a thousand years, so I asked where he got the spiritual creature to entertain us."

Shen Lian took a closer look and saw that the spirit fruit was full of medicinal power on the surface, but in fact there were a few spots of corpse.

Corpse energy corrodes the spiritual fruit, causing corpse energy to be mixed into the medicinal properties. If you are not careful after taking it, you will be easily affected by the ginseng fruit tree.

Shen Lian didn't care about the corpse energy. The spiritual fruit was at least at the level of a land god. If used to make wine, it could promote Ghost Gourd's promotion.

"Master, why don't you give it to me?"

"It doesn't matter."

Shen Lian put all the ghost gourds in, and the magic weapon shimmered.

With the addition of Zhenjing Dan pulp, he should be close to promotion in a short time.

"It's a good treasure. After returning to Xianyue Sanxing Cave, I will find a few more spiritual fruits for you. It shouldn't be difficult to transform into a treasure."

"Master, gourds can brew the best wine in the world, why not try it?"

Shen Lian diligently filled the wine glass for Patriarch Bodhi, and the faint fragrance filled the air.

"Well, not bad."

Patriarch Bodhi took a sip and said slightly surprised: "It should also be a fruit bred by some kind of spiritual root, but it's just bland and tasteless."

"Little brother, give me a bowl, and I will exchange it for spiritual fruit."

There was a voice from the right. Shen Lian glanced around and saw an old man holding a crutch waving. Next to him was a gentle and elegant Taoist nun.

It was Tieguai Li, one of the eight immortals. However, Tieguai Li himself was a Taoist immortal, but his soul left his body and went to the Huashan Immortal Meeting of Laojun. When he came back, he found that his body was burned by the sparks of his disciples.

In the end, the lame beggar was taken away from his body, and he ended up not being an immortal, but a human being.

Tieguai Li took out the old porcelain bowl and threw the spiritual fruit into the basin in front of Shen Lian.

Shen Lian urged the ghost gourd to pour. As a result, the porcelain bowl seemed to be a bottomless pit, swallowing the medicinal wine continuously, and hundreds of kilograms disappeared in a moment.

"Ahem." Patriarch Bodhi coughed.

"That's enough."

"Bodhi Immortal thinks it's boring, but it's just right for me."

Tieguai Li put away the porcelain bowl and drank the medicinal wine in surprise.

"How come True Lord Donghua has the leisure to come to Wuzhuang Temple?"

Patriarch Bodhi obviously recognized Tieguai Li's predecessor. Tieguai Li smiled and said nothing, and after a long time he replied: "Hunyuan Daoguo."

"I see."

The fruit tasting conference was obviously divided into two groups. Most of the immortals seemed to be encircling Wuzhuang Temple, but there were also some people who were seeking Hunyuan Daoguo.

"True Lord Donghua, when the fight for the ginseng fruit begins, let your disciples pay attention to Shen Lianyiji."

Tieguai Li shook his head, "Her name is Han Xiangzi, and she is the disciple of an old friend. The opportunity of Wuzhuang Temple depends on their own good fortune."