I can't be a demon

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and felt that the plot was completely messed up.

The old friend should refer to Han Zhongli, but Han Zhongli’s apprentice is Han Xiangzi. Why is it Mrs. Bones?

Chapter 281 Jealousy of me is inevitable

It seems that after the collapse of Journey to the West, Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea is no exception, and even a large number of familiar mythological allusions from previous lives have followed suit.

Han Xiangzi lowered his head, embarrassed to look directly at Shen Lian.

Shen Liang was just about to refuse Patriarch Bodhi's proposal, and he didn't want to have too much contact with Madam White Bones, but suddenly there was a surge of spiritual energy.

From the perspective of the three flowers gathered at the top, the unpleasant corpse stench hits the face.

When Zhen Yuanzi came to the main seat, he could see the throbbing in his heart that was suppressing his heart. He kept counting with his fingers behind his back and mumbling to himself.

When Shen Lian came back to his senses, he felt that Zhen Yuanzi was going crazy.

yes.

After the fruit tasting conference.

Even Patriarch Bodhi fell into madness, how could Zhen Yuanzi be an exception?

"We can't be sure that Patriarch Bodhi has gone crazy. If the woodcutter in Fangcun Mountain is his true form, it looks more like he has lost his cognitive ability."

Zhen Yuanzi then began to recite scriptures, all of which were praising the ginseng fruit tree.

Shen Lian swallowed, "Speaking of which, Qingfeng mentioned that the fruit tasting conference is to entertain distinguished guests from the Tang Dynasty."

"As expected, the distinguished guest is Master Tang Seng and his disciple, right?"

Is it possible to see Jin Chanzi at the fruit tasting conference?

Shen Lian was thinking a lot. After Zhen Yuanzi finished reciting the sutra, he said loudly: "Since all of you colleagues appreciate your respect, I won't say more."

"Ginseng fruit."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of ginseng fruits poured out of Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves and piled up in the center.

At first glance, there are at least seventy or eighty.

The ginseng fruit looks strange, like a baby with shrunken and closed eyes, and its eyelids tremble from time to time, as if it is about to wake up.

The fragrance filled the air, and all the Taoist boys present couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Shen Lian closed the pores and looked out through the vertical eyes blessed by the gathering of three flowers.

The aroma showed a coquettish purple smoke, and the ginseng fruit was red and swollen. How should I put it, like a corpse that had been soaked in water for a long time.

A corpse showing a giant view!

What surprised Shen Lian the most was that the ginseng fruit actually had complete organs, but they were mirror images, but the structure was exactly the same.

"It's strange. Where did Zhen Yuanzi get the nearly a hundred ginseng fruits? Innate spiritual fruits are not easy to preserve. It stands to reason that there can only be thirty at most."

Patriarch Bodhi murmured, and Tieguai Li also became solemn.

"The ginseng fruit tree blooms every three thousand years, and then another five thousand years before it bears fruit, and finally another three thousand years before the fruit matures."

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said: "Fellow Taoists, there are currently eighty-one ginseng fruits, but only thirty of them are real."

"If you want to taste ginseng fruit, you can only rely on the eyesight of fellow Taoists."

The Immortal God's reaction was mediocre, and his eyes were still focused on Zhen Yuanzi.

The Taoist boy started to express his thoughts one after another, and soon more than a dozen people came to the ginseng fruit. They greedily breathed in the scent of the medicine and looked closely at the fruit.

Patriarch Bodhi frowned and said: "Disciple, it is not easy to control Yuanzi. Ginseng fruits are a hot potato. There is no need to force it."

There was a flash of light in his eyes, but he didn't see the difference between ginseng fruit.

"Master, don't be in a hurry, just wait."

Shen Lian remembered that it was very troublesome to pick ginseng fruits in the original work. Now Zhen Yuanzi doesn't know what he is up to, and the situation is getting more and more weird and inexplicable.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Earth Immortal Ancestor on the high platform.

Compared to the two crazy immortals and mad Buddhas he had previously come into contact with, Patriarch Bodhi and Guanyin Bodhisattva, Zhen Yuanzi made him feel even worse.

There is a feeling of... suppressing emotions, like an extremely calm madman.

Zhen Yuanzi must have realized that the immortals were encircling Wuzhuangguan, and the posture he was currently showing clearly showed that he had a plan in mind.

"Get the ginseng fruit first. If there is any fraud, give up early."

Shen Lian immediately stood up and stepped closer to the ginseng fruit.

"Master, it's okay to kill, right?"

"What are you thinking about? Everyone's cultivation level is higher than yours."

Han Xiangzi obeyed Tieguai Li's instructions and followed behind with his head lowered.

Because Shen Lian has a hairpin to restrain his aura, just looking at the surface, it is impossible to tell the characteristics that all Taoist monks have, it is more like ordinary people.

The same is true for walking movements. Taoist sects generally teach steps to coordinate with the technique.

Through Shen Lian's every move, how could the Immortal God not see the clue that he was completely a casual cultivator from Yeluzi, but he learned from Xie Yue Sanxing Cave.

There is white smoke curling between Tieguai Li's eyebrows, which is the soul that has left the body.

The more he looked at Shen Lian, the weirder he felt. After traveling in the mortal world for many years, he could naturally tell at a glance that Shen Lian did not have any foundation in Taoism.

"Fellow Bodhi, why are you, my disciple, so secretive?"

"Is there any cover? No way!"

Patriarch Bodhi flicked his fly whisk and then took back the hairpin.

Immediately, the vision spread out in all directions, and all the immortals and gods could not help but show surprise. They had never seen such an outstanding appearance of a heavenly being.

The Taoist boys froze in place and subconsciously separated their paths.

You must know that possessing acquired spiritual roots and immortal bones can already be regarded as a Tao seed, and it is easy to enter a realm that is difficult for mortal monks to achieve in their lifetime.

And for them to be able to join the Immortal Family, their spiritual roots and immortal bones are all innate.

But when compared to Shen Lian, all the Taoist boys couldn't help but pale in comparison.

They could clearly detect that Shen Lian had at least five types of innate spiritual roots and immortal bones added to his body, and his body and soul foundation was incredibly strong.

Not only that, before Shen Lian set foot on the land of gods, his soul had already gathered three flowers.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is unprecedented."

Tieguai Li drank three mouthfuls of medicinal wine to calm his nerves, secretly wondering which immortal or Buddha Shen Lian was reincarnated from.

Logically speaking, the current immortals and Buddhas have not been reincarnated, but this person seemed to appear out of thin air, and was born with one-third of the world's luck.

Bodhi Patriarch stroked his beard with pleasure, and the more he looked at Shen Lian, the more satisfied he felt.

"However, how could his... cultivation method be based on qi and blood?"

Tieguai Li had never seen such a strange method. Although it was necessary to cultivate both life and death, would it be too extreme to blindly improve the strength of the body and soul?

"It's hard to say."

Bodhi Patriarch also couldn't understand the martial arts practiced by Shen Lian.

Body and soul as the main thing? But in this case, wouldn't it be a human-shaped immortal pill? Once the realm is high, what is the difference between it and the spiritual materials of heaven and earth?

Bodhi Patriarch thought to himself: "After returning to the Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon, find a way to make him change his method, otherwise he will suffer a great loss sooner or later."

When Shen Lian came within ten meters, the medicinal fragrance of the ginseng fruit became more and more intense.

It was so strong that it was pungent.

The Taoist children could not help but look dazed, and the negative emotions in their hearts were being magnified little by little, especially the frustration when facing Shen Lian, and the greed brought by the ginseng fruit's longevity.

"Found it! I am the first to find the real ginseng fruit!!"

The middle-aged Taoist was overjoyed and couldn't wait to reach out and grab a fruit.

Shen Lian didn't see any difference between the fruits, but just felt that it was unusual. The eighty-one ginseng fruits were no different at all.

"Hahaha."

The middle-aged Taoist laughed loudly and held the ginseng fruit tightly.

"Absolutely right, the medicinal properties can help prolong life!!"

"No matter how high the spiritual root aptitude is, give me 47,000 years of life, I will definitely become an immortal in the future!!!"

The middle-aged Taoist stared at Shen Lian, and the smell of the medicine twisted his Taoist heart.

What he didn't notice was that the others took several steps back at the same time, staring at the ginseng fruit in their hands with astonished eyes.

When the middle-aged Taoist touched the ginseng fruit, the fruit's eyes suddenly opened.

The ginseng fruit's limbs trembled, and it began to imitate the middle-aged Taoist's every move, and its physical features became more and more similar.

"What are you looking at? There are still 29 real ginseng fruits."

While the middle-aged Taoist was speaking, the ginseng fruit repeated it again, and a faint demonic aura leaked out, and began to reveal malicious intent.

"I'm going to become an immortal!!"