I can't be a demon

"Great Ape Demon-Conquering Heavenly Lord, if you hadn't taught the monkeys of Huaguo Mountain, we would have long been reduced to mindless beasts, or demons that drink blood from their hair. Only martial arts can..."

"stop."

Shen Lian couldn't stand the old monkey's chatter.

Because Xiaoleiyin Temple was born, it was necessary to train a group of thugs to protect the Tang Dynasty, so he deliberately traveled to Huaguo Mountain.

The apes of Huaguo Mountain are not monsters, but their longevity is still far beyond that of ordinary people.

Shen Lian brought a total of four monkey kings from the sixth realm of Yuan Dan and fed them a drop of grass in exchange for wine. Their longevity is now more than 4,000 years.

"I will give you the follow-up inheritance of Taoism, and there will be no shortage of resources, but you must give me daily martial arts practice every night. If you can't persist, you can return to Huaguo Mountain and become the king."

"Tianzun, calm down, we will do our best!!!"

Shen Lian bit the foreheads of the four monkeys, instilling the Dharma of the Seventh Level of Dao Ying into their souls. As if they had found a treasure, the four monkeys quickly sat cross-legged to digest and preach.

Of course, no matter apes or mortals, after all, there is no innate holy body training, and martial arts methods have gone through a certain degree of simplicity.

"If the Four Monkeys make good progress, we can bring more warriors in the future."

"But I have to find a way to improve my status in the Plague Department."

Shen Lian wiped out the demons, except for Jade Rabbit who returned to the ten thousand years of Taoism, and the others were unable to play a role in the face of Xiaoleiyin Temple's birth.

"Chiming and Yangtian's time flow is still not fast enough."

"After the troubles of the fifteenth day are resolved, we can consider attacking the inner gate of Night Khan Taoist Temple."

Shen Lian came to the unconscious Gao Qiu and drank a sip of medicinal wine to wake him up.

"Master Tianwen...senior brother."

"What do you call it?"

"Gao Qiu."

"You must also be able to tell that there are monsters hanging around in the Night Sweat Market."

Gao Qiu shuddered. The number of demons in the market may not be as large as that in the old Alchemy Cauldron Room.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Shen Lian coughed awkwardly, "I'm different. The demons who travel with me all have the approval of the Nuo Immortal."

"is that so……"

Gao Qiu swallowed. The question is, Brother Tianwen, there is something wrong with you. Why did you turn into an inhuman... monster?

Chapter 312 Smoking is prohibited in the Ministry of Plague

Shen Lian asked calmly: "Have you ever seen someone else alarm San Nuo Immortal?"

"No, no."

Shen Lian patted Gao Qiu on the shoulder, "You should recognize some fellow disciples, right? Help me purchase resources."

He threw out three pill fruits, all of which were bred from the pills given by Baolai.

"Just collect all the resources, I won't care about the spiritual fruit."

Gao Qiu smelled the medicinal fragrance contained in the pill fruit, and could feel that his immortal seed was extremely active, and his almost stagnant cultivation actually increased.

Faced with the temptation of Dan Guo, he swallowed hard.

Just when he was about to agree, Gao Qiu suddenly trembled uncontrollably. Unspeakable fear surged into his heart. The night sweat fairy seeds rioted in his body, and his clothes were soaked with sweat in the blink of an eye.

"It's Master He..."

He belatedly looked at the market at the bottom of the mountain.

Because he is not good at eye magic, he can only see blurry shops in the market.

In front of Yunshan's weapon refining shop, there stood an awkward figure, looking up and staring in the direction of the old alchemy cauldron room without moving.

"Since Ting Ting is nowhere to be found, there is no way he can live alone in his reincarnation."

It was He Yunshan.

Although the distance was extremely far, Gao Qiu seemed to be able to hear the murmur in He Yunshan's body, and the red-robed monk sitting cross-legged on the tip of his tongue seemed to be chanting sutras.

His eyes were bleeding, and the plague pill was showing signs of collapse.

"Fellow Taoist Baolai, this is too much!"

"Before, they wantonly slaughtered Taoist disciples, and now they are threatening others. This is the Plague Department, not your little Leiyin Temple!"

Elder Fengjing interrupted, and He Yunshan looked away, with an elusive smile still on his face, and then his head swelled.

Bang.

There was a muffled sound.

He Yunshan's head exploded, and the red-robed monk squatted in the air.

As the Buddha's light dispersed, Baolai transformed into an ordinary size and crawled out of the corpse, without any concern for the threat from Elder Fengjing.

Elder Fengjing looked ugly.

Although outside monks are not allowed to enter or leave the Taoist temple, Xiaoleiyin Temple's methods are strange and inexplicable. Now that he and Shen Lian have completely broken up, they will definitely find ways to target the latter.

The other two land gods in the Taoist Academy remained silent.

They knew that the god of the plague tribe and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were very close, and if they offended those Buddhist cultivators, they would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

"Amitabha."

"Elder Fengjing, the poor monk just wants to practice in seclusion in Guibao for a few days. Is it possible that the Night Khan Taoist Temple has reasons to drive people away?"

Elder Fengjing looked ugly and stared at Baolai coldly.

Baolai clasped his hands together and walked slowly into the weapon refining shop.

The moment he stepped into the door, his head turned 180 degrees, and then three Buddha fingers appeared on his forehead, inserted between his eyebrows.

Blood and brain fluid flowed from the hole, and smoke slowly filled the air.

"The fourteen Arhats under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"[Blood Fetus Arhat] Baolai."

Elder Fengjing knew that Baolai was provoking. The other party had no intention of letting Shen Lian go, and the Dharma he used would inevitably bypass him.

"If that doesn't work, let him go to Elder Qing of the Plague Taoist Temple to avoid the limelight."

But with Tianwen's qualifications, once he enters the Plague Taoist Temple, it is unrealistic for Elder Fengjing to come back, but there seems to be no other way.

"Tianwen, you..."

Elder Fengjing had just passed on the message, but found that Shen Lian didn't have any fear at all.

Shen Lian opened his mouth to spit out the germs and responded to Baolai with a ferocious smile. It was obvious that the two of them were already fighting to the death.

"Don't worry, Elder Feng Jing. If an enemy comes, we will fight him. If water comes, we will block it with earth."

"But."

"Hahaha, since he wants to kill me, I can't just surrender."

Shen Lian was breathing rapidly. He did sense the long-lost threat from Bao Lai. The wet monk was no match for the real Fourteen Arhats.

He was not afraid, but his heartbeat kept getting worse.

"The red-robed monk is not from the wet lineage. He was born alive. One of his abilities is parasitism. Little Leiyin Temple is very interesting."

Elder Feng Jing was stunned, because no matter how he looked at it, Shen Lian seemed excited, like a beast ready to hunt.

"Elder, look, do you recognize those two monks from the Plague Department?"

Elder Feng Jing came to his senses and noticed that the two monks were rushing to the weapon refining shop enthusiastically.

The two, a man and a woman, were both in the ninth realm.

Not to mention Elder Feng Jing, Elder Qiu Yang and Ding Hong also looked ugly. The man who appeared was the nominal senior brother of the Taoist Academy [Yuan Qing].

The woman's Taoist name is [Yumei], and her strength is also among the best.

The two should have been in seclusion in the Taoist temple to prepare for the outer sect competition in a few years, but they came out in a hurry, seemingly just to meet Baolai.

"Yuanqing, with your qualifications, you can expect to become a land immortal, why do you need to rely on external objects?"

Yuanqing did not reply, and stepped into the refining shop without hesitation.

Yumei slowed down her pace, and a trace of struggle appeared in her eyes.

"Yumei." Elder Ding Hong reminded in a deep voice: "Your promotion to the inner sect is almost a foregone conclusion, and it is not impossible for you to be a true disciple in the future."

"Master, you will die."

Yumei pushed open the door and disappeared into the darkness of the shop.

Elder Ding Hong was stunned in place, slightly at a loss to adjust his clothes, and the words of his own disciple were like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

You will die, indeed.

The Plague Department said that he had been looking for opportunities to improve the Taoist tradition, but after so many thousands of years, the Plague Department was about to be removed from the list.

How could she be qualified to blame the two of them? Looking at the entire Plague Department, there were so many monks who were openly or secretly exposed to the Buddhist teachings of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.