I can't be a demon

If everything goes well, Patriarch Bodhi will be able to create his own sutra, and achieve the same goal as Zhen Yuanzi through different paths, but without the drawbacks of becoming a Buddha.

"I see, it seems that there is more than one path for land gods."

Shen Lian suddenly felt that his trip was worthwhile.

As expected of Patriarch Bodhi, he can keenly seize the hidden opportunities of Mahayana Buddhism.

"Speaking of which..."

No matter how Shen Lian looked at it, Patriarch Bodhi's method was extremely feasible, and gradually the vague words of Tao were looming.

But the problem is that the Bodhi ancestors of later generations are crazy.

Could it be that Zhen Yuanzi attacked and killed Patriarch Bodhi?

Otherwise, according to Shen Lian's eyes, it is impossible for Patriarch Bodhi to fail. He is only one step away from the birth of Daozi, and there is almost no chance of overturning.

The other immortals chose a safer approach.

They did not refine the scriptures, nor did they dare to give birth to Taoist characters. They only accepted the baptism of Buddha's light, causing themselves to begin to shed their skins.

The improvement in strength after feathering is inevitably much weaker.

Shen Lian tried his best to maintain the split soul. Once the split soul disappeared, he would also lose the connection with Wuzhuang Temple, and even the surface world would disappear.

The only good thing is that the ghost walked quietly into the banquet.

The Wuzhuang Temple is like a tornado, but there are no dense scriptures where the banquet is, barely maintaining the remaining vitality of the divided soul.

Time passes.

Seeing that the ten days are about to end, the refining scripture has no intention of ending.

"kindness?"

Shen Lian's heart was shaken. In the last half day, Patriarch Bodhi suddenly woke up.

It was clear that the Tao character between the eyebrows had not yet been formed, but Patriarch Bodhi took the initiative to interrupt the retreat, his eyes became dull, and his white beard swayed in the wind.

Shen Lian couldn't sit still, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Patriarch Bodhi faced the west, as if he saw something, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he murmured vaguely.

The immortals who were condensing the word Dao together quickly opened their eyes.

Tieguai Li kept asking Patriarch Bodhi, but the latter had no response, and the complete Tao character between his eyebrows gradually shattered and disappeared.

Shen Lian saw for the first time that Patriarch Bodhi looked like a dying old man.

There was deep despair on his face.

Patriarch Bodhi's body and soul were falling apart inch by inch. Only after Tieguai Li and other immortal gods dispersed the Taoist characters between his brows did he avoid following in his footsteps.

Shen Lian sighed in disbelief: "Master... what did he see?"

Ancestor Bodhi cried and laughed. His skin, which was once a childlike face, was full of grooves and his back was bent, showing his age for a moment.

When he was about to die, Zhen Yuanzi successfully swallowed the arm of Vipashi Buddha.

Once the refining was completed, a large amount of scriptures sank into Zhen Yuanzi's body like a swallow returning to its nest, and its strength was increased by at least hundreds or thousands of times.

The upper part of the ginseng fruit tree has turned into flesh and looks exactly like Vipassana Buddha.

In fact, it has a strange demonic quality.

The corpses around the ginseng fruit trees all appear to be demonized.

Because the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple were clustered together, they gathered into a group with the breeze and bright moon as the center, and then they were buried deep among their roots.

Han Xiangzi's spiritual roots and immortal bones still remain, protecting a ray of soul.

Zhen Yuanzi flicked his sleeves, and the shed skins of the immortals and gods were stacked together. After imprinting a scripture on them, he asked Patriarch Bodhi to take them. The latter's injuries stabilized in the blink of an eye.

It’s just that Patriarch Bodhi has completely fallen into madness.

The perspective of the separated soul became increasingly unclear. Shen Lian tried his best to maintain a little aura and still stared at Wuzhuang Temple intently.

Zhen Yuanzi looked around, ignoring the dead and injured disciples.

He calculated with his fingers, "The speed of time in Wuzhuangguan is different from that of the Three Realms. Today happens to be the first day of the 27th year of Zhenguan."

"On the first day, the world has been turned upside down."

"Who could have imagined that the next three hundred and sixty-four days would be..."

Zhen Yuanzi stopped abruptly, and then countless scriptures poured out of his sleeves.

"who?!!"

Shen Lian did not hesitate to cut off the vitality of the split soul. He immediately lost the sense of Wuzhuang Temple and lay flat in the courtyard, gasping for air.

After a long time, he relaxed with relief.

"The emergence of Mahayana Buddhism is only the beginning of the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan."

You know, in the same year, after Patriarch Bodhi returned to Xianyue Sanxing Cave, he swallowed the three monkeys in the world and began to look for traces of Sun Wukong.

A lot of things must have happened during this period, which were closely related to Jin Chanzi.

"Who re-established the Eighty-One Dilemma? Jin Chanzi?"

Shen Lian calmed down, perhaps only by following Sha Wujing's example in seeking scriptures from the West can he understand everything and the role Jin Chanzi played in the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan.

Considering the truth of the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan, it is better to delve into how to become a land immortal.

"Why."

"Refining the true scriptures and creating your own true scriptures."

Shen Lian prefers to create his own scriptures, but the desperate look of Patriarch Bodhi is still vivid in his mind, and it is destined to be extremely dangerous. If he refines the scriptures, it is relatively simple to transfer the price.

"Besides, if you create your own scriptures, you have to bathe in Mahayana Buddhism, and use the baptism of Mahayana Buddhism to transform the Taoist lineage."

The amount of Mahayana Buddhism that Zhen Yuanzi obtained is equivalent to an arm. Converted into the length of scriptures, it is estimated that there are about a hundred sentences.

Patriarch Bodhi can have one or two sentences that are astonishing to the heavens.

"Let's advance to the sixth level first, so as not to cause constant trouble in Little Leiyin Temple."

Shen Lian took out the demonized ginseng fruit, and a prompt appeared on the career panel.

[The "Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree" career has been triggered, and you can take up the job by spending 20 points]

[Infinite Corpse Root- Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree compatibility 95.78%]

[Whether to synthesize the Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree and be promoted to the Infinite Corpse Roots]

After Shen Lian confirmed that everything was correct, he went into the underground river in Yanliang Town. After all, the promotion of the banyan tree would make its own peculiarities more intense.

When the promotion began.

Shen Lian did not notice at all that a thick black gas inexplicably surged out of his flesh and blood.

The banyan tree slowly absorbed the black gas and grew stronger.

If Zhen Yuanzi was around, he would definitely realize that when Shen Lian promoted his profession, the cost of his transfer was very similar, but more controllable.

Chapter 286 The one who killed the four corpses, is he also the Taoist ancestor?

The outer periphery of the Yanshan Mountains.

The old miner led a dozen people to climb between the cliffs.

There was a martial artist walking at the end, responsible for carrying the statue on his shoulders.

It was called a statue, but it was actually a group of banyan tree roots with a simple human face carved out.

"Wait a minute."

The old miner stretched out his hand to stop the others, and then wiped the cracks in the rock. A few grains of salt sand appeared on his fingertips. After taking a light taste, he felt a faint salty taste mixed with a bit of fishy smell.

He frowned slightly. The stench was different from the rust of iron ore, like dried blood.

"There should be a dead wild animal nearby. It's okay."

The old miner confirmed the size of the vein along the rock wall and said happily: "It's a large vein, which can produce high-quality mineral salt."

"Make a fortune!!!"

"High-quality mineral salt, we can stay in the mountains for a few more months, and we can make at least two or three years of money before the snow closes the mountain!"

"My son has the entry fee to learn martial arts and become a disciple."

The old miner wiped the sweat from his forehead and reminded in a deep voice: "Master Nan Wu, please take the trouble to invite the mountain god to enter... the altar!"

"Okay."

"Zhao Feng, you and Xiao Er go somewhere else."

The miners in Yanshan have always had the habit of worshipping the mountain god, but the mountain god statues were vaguely humanoid before. It was not until the banyan tree showed its magic that the image of the mountain god gradually became fixed.

Zhong Kui is the master of the house, and the mountain god is out.

The people of Yanshan discovered that there might not be a Zhong Kui temple to protect the wild mountains. If they accidentally encountered a demon, they could get the protection of the banyan tree mountain god by half burying themselves in the soil.

The monks fixed the mountain god statue in the mountain and then dug a groove to insert incense and candles.