I can't be a demon

Later, Jin Chanzi disappeared.

"According to what Zhen Yuanzi said, is there something else that is the real Mahayana Buddhism?"

"Wait."

Shen Lian licked his lips, and suddenly recalled that Sha Wujing temporarily resurrected the monk Fa Ming from Jinshan Temple a thousand years ago through the taboo.

Monk Fa Ming had seen Jin Chanzi's cassock.

In front of Shen Lian, Monk Fa Ming silently wrote out the Samantabhadra Sutra, and the strange thing was that it was mixed with a simple martial arts [Ancestor Fist].

"Jin Chanzi's cassock is enshrined in Guanyin Temple. The Guanyin Sutra engraved on the front is obviously written by Guanyin Bodhisattva."

"If Monk Fa Ming saw the Guanyin Sutra, he could not have memorized the Samantabhadra Sutra, which means that the content of the Samantabhadra Sutra is likely mixed in."

"Is there another scripture on the back of the cassock?"

"Zu Quan?"

"Jin Chanzi wrote Zu Quan on the back of the cassock!!!"

Shen Lian had an absurd guess. Is there a possibility that Jin Chanzi will find the Mahayana Buddhism later? Zu Quan.

"Is it a fantasy? How can you take an extremely ordinary fighting style as a true scripture?"

Shen Lian carefully examined Zu Quan. Even if he split every word, there was nothing special. If he wanted to verify the truth, he could only go to Guanyin Temple.

He suppressed his distracting thoughts. Although he had many clues at present, he could not piece together a closed loop of cause and effect, and there was even no logic.

After all, his strength was limited, otherwise he could directly ask Zhen Yuanzi the reason.

Shen Lian looked up.

In a short period of time, Mahayana Buddhism has spawned countless middle and lower Buddhism, and it is impossible to see the situation in the banquet clearly.

The immortals and gods reacted calmly, as if they were accepting the baptism of Mahayana Buddhism.

It can be seen that twenty-seven years before Zhenguan, not only did Lingshan have an accident, but the Heavenly Court should also be aware of the circumstances and dangers.

The Buddha's light became more and more intense, and the grass and trees in Wuzhuang Temple withered.

It looked like a lifeless state.

Zhen Yuanzi was deeply affected. Even with his cultivation, he could not hold the true scriptures for a long time, and the sound of chanting became weak.

Shen Lian exhaled a long breath of hot air, and the martial arts golden body absorbed the strength.

Even if the immortal mysterious art resisted the erosion of the Buddha's light, the promotion of cultivation was visible to the naked eye, and the martial arts golden body became more and more solid.

Two or three days later, the martial arts golden body was promoted to the third realm of Shenyou.

Shen Lian staggered to his feet. There were only dozens of skeletons left at the bottom of the ginseng fruit tree. Han Xiangzi had died at some point.

But he knew that Han Xiangzi's body would be revived and turned into Mrs. White Bone.

"Hehe."

"In a sense, although I did not change the established facts in Wuzhuang Temple a thousand years ago, the impact is inevitable."

"No wonder Mrs. White Bone always felt that she recognized me after seeing me."

"And..."

"Tieguai Li should not be dead. He left a lot of martial arts secrets in the White Bone Cave. Most likely he tried to create them after seeing my martial arts."

Shen Lian felt very subtle and drank a few mouthfuls of medicinal wine to suppress his injuries.

His body and soul had reached their limit, and his instinct urged him to leave the cave as soon as possible, otherwise his body and soul would be irreversibly possessed.

But before leaving, Shen Lian wanted to take a peek at the banquet.

If most of the immortals were killed or injured, it means that the heaven in the future has indeed fallen. If most of the immortals survived, the power of the heaven still exists.

Shen Lian pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows, and felt a sharp pain in the Niwan Palace.

One third of the original spirit was cut off.

The soul that had left the body turned into a light and rushed straight into the sky, melting little by little in the bright Buddha light.

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Shen Lian endured the pain caused by the melting of the soul.

"Mahayana Buddhism is really outrageous."

The sky above Wuzhuang Temple was already filled with dense scriptures. It had only been a short time since the true scriptures had spawned thousands of sentences of middle-level Buddhism.

The lower-level Buddhism was even more countless, and the scale was overwhelming.

Shen Lian felt creepy when he looked from afar, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

"The true scripture... is definitely not a product of Buddhism. It just depends on the Buddha to breed such a weird thing."

Shen Lian found that the true scripture can reproduce without obtaining food. If the Mahayana Buddhism is left unattended, it is enough to destroy this world.

At the same time, the true scripture does contain the mystery of rebirth.

Shen Lian is under the erosion of the Buddha's light. Although his body and soul are on the verge of collapse at any time, he instinctively feels that if he does not die for a long time, his body and soul are likely to become immortals.

"Damn, what is the source of the true scripture?!!"

Shen Lian feels that the Lingshan Mountain in the West should not be the source.

Who knows where Jin Chanzi got the true scripture from, and the Lingshan Mountain in the West is probably reduced to a nest for the reproduction of the true scripture.

The Buddhas are most likely not dead, just like the arms of Vipasyin Buddha. They have become the Mahayana Buddhism and formed a symbiotic relationship with the true scripture.

"Brother Sha, can you four really live until I become a land immortal?"

Shen Lian smiled bitterly. It was hard to imagine what the most advanced Buddhist teachings were like. The current Journey to the West world was just the tip of the iceberg.

Crack, crack.

The soul made a sound of being overwhelmed.

The nurturing of the soul had already severely damaged the soul, and facing the all-pervasive erosion of the Buddha's light, it had no time to heal.

"Whether the soul can see the situation in the banquet or not, we must leave."

Shen Lian's mind moved, and the roots of the teleportation tree began to shrink, pulling him deep into the ground little by little. He could see that more than 80% of the space in the soil was occupied by the ginseng fruit tree.

The moment he sank into the tree hole, the Buddha's light suddenly stagnated.

The ginseng fruit tree was in turmoil.

The scripture scattered like a startled bird, and the extremely faint soul took the opportunity to look at the clouds, and could not help but see some clues.

Shen Lian lay flat in the courtyard of the pawnshop, and his soul was repairing the injuries of his body and soul.

With a quick glance, he noticed that the situation in the banquet was calmer than expected, and the immortals and gods had different ways of dealing with Mahayana Buddhism.

But as long as they survived, their strength was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Previously, Shen Lian thought that he had the strength to fight against some immortals and gods, but now he has completely given up the idea, and everyone is the same version.

It is obvious that the immortals and gods are trying to find a way to refine the true scriptures.

A dozen people headed by Zhen Yuanzi tried to integrate the true scriptures into their bodies and souls, and their behavior was the most radical, but later generations of cultivators who wanted to be promoted to land immortals all used the same method.

Shen Lian was horrified and realized the disadvantages of refining the true scriptures to achieve land immortals.

When the immortals and gods were integrating into the true scriptures, their appearances could not help but show the characteristics of Vipasyin Buddha. At first glance, their facial features were the same, but their frowns and smiles already had some Buddha-like features, which was creepy.

"If I were to refine the true scriptures in the Nine Realms of the Heavenly Palace, I would also be closer to Buddha."

"Or imitate Zhen Yuanzi..."

Zhen Yuanzi's mouth was grinning to the corners of his mouth, and Vipasyin Buddha's arm was stuffed into his mouth little by little, but his appearance did not obviously change into Buddha.

Of course, it was not because Zhen Yuanzi's strength was far beyond the ordinary.

Zhen Yuanzi probably came into contact with Mahayana Buddhism a long time ago, and had been planning how to refine it, and specifically used the ginseng fruit tree as a [disaster object].

The disadvantages of Buddha-like have been transferred to the ginseng fruit tree.

The ginseng fruit tree has undergone a drastic change, and the upper half has already had three or four parts of the prototype of Vipasyin Buddha. The lifelike face will wake up at any time, but the demonic aura it exudes is even stronger.

When Zhen Yuanzi completely refines the true scriptures, a shocking demon will be born! ! !

"The demon transformed from the innate spiritual root, the Taoism will probably break through 100,000 years!"

"Damn, Zhen Yuanzi transferred the price to the ginseng fruit tree! The 100,000-year-old demon may easily change the pattern of the three realms."

The taboo of the mother can affect all mortals, and the ginseng fruit tree will be even more terrifying.

Compared with the immortals such as Zhen Yuanzi, the seven or eight people headed by Bodhi Patriarch are just the opposite. They have no intention of refining the true scriptures at all.

While they are suffering from the erosion of Mahayana Buddhism, they are also comprehending the true scriptures.

Bodhi Patriarch's lifelong understanding of the Tao poured into his eyebrows, forming a vague Taoism pattern, which seems to contain the inheritance of Taoism.

The Taoism patterns are combined with each other, like the handwriting of oracle bone script.

The true scriptures are like twisted mosquito larvae.

The word Tao is like a crawling mayfly.