I can't be a demon

Who would have thought that Shen Lian, a monk from outside, would become Taoist Master of the Wenbu, and even become famous within the Eight Departments of Ghost City.

When Qingshan heard about the trouble in the Plague Department, he immediately thought of Shen Lian.

There was no way around it, the newly born Wenbu Daozi and Shen Lian were just the opposite.

"After this trip to Lu Zu Palace is over, I should be able to join the Ghost City Finance Department. I hope Shen Xian will let me go."

The [Finance Department] of the Eight Departments of the Ghost City will recruit outside disciples, and it has once attracted hundreds of inner disciples from various caves into the Taoist Academy at the same time.

As the orthodox Taoist sect, Chechi Kingdom had many disciples who joined the Ministry of Finance.

So much so that one of the righteous gods in the Ministry of Finance still serves as the Great Immortal Yang Li.

Qingshan got acquainted with many disciples of the Finance Department, and accidentally heard about the affairs of the outer sect of the Wenbu. Even though he had never seen the appearance of Wenbu Daozi, he immediately connected the two.

"The living immortal Buddha took the initiative to become the Taoist disciple of the Wenbu. Shen Lian's purpose is not simple."

A friend of Qingshan mentioned that Shen Lian's position in the Plague Department was somewhat embarrassing.

As long as the qualifications of the disciples in the remaining seven schools reach the level of Taoist disciples, the righteous gods will be introduced to the inner sect and personally guide the Taoist disciples in their practice.

As a result, not only did the God of Plague never express his dissatisfaction, one person even expressed his dissatisfaction.

There is a high probability that Shen Lian intervened to prevent the temple monk from preaching. It can be seen that the God of the Wenbu has already reached a consensus with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Wenbu can currently see signs that Zhengshen is deliberately guiding his disciples to practice Buddhism.

Even though Shen Lian is a Taoist, he is already on the opposite side of the interests, and the old method of practice is easy to get out of control, so no one cares about him.

"No wonder the plague department has been weak to this day. It has eyes but cannot recognize the true immortal."

Qingshan fiddled with the stall anxiously, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has made plans to go to Lu Zuguan. Shen Lian will never let them go. Sooner or later, the plague department will also experience a bloodbath."

"For offending Xiaoleiyin Temple and the Eight Departments of Ghost City at the same time, you are worthy of Immortal Shen."

"How many people can this high and righteous God survive?"

Qingshan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and carefully watched the people passing by.

The location he chose was very clever. It was only one block away from Lantian Street and would not attract the attention of other forces.

A long time in the future, in Yanliang Town, Qingshan discovered that the town had changed dramatically, and almost everyone in the Yanshan area was a warrior.

"No wonder Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva likes Lu Zu Temple. It is simply a blessed place and cave."

Qingshan deduced from the public's comments that Shen Lian had performed some kind of technique not long ago, which made the entire Lu Zuguan warriors advance further.

The strange thing is that Shen Lian did not inform the people of the danger of the open door of hell.

It stands to reason that some people should be evacuated in advance.

Qingshan could feel the undercurrent surging in the calm atmosphere of Yanliang Town, as if each warrior was just a bait before casting a net.

The guardian ghosts and gods were nowhere to be found, and everything was eerily quiet.

"Even if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not born, there will definitely be fourteen Arhats present this time."

Qingshan calculated a few more hexagrams, but the results became more and more confusing.

He simply threw away the coins and hid in the shadows of the alley, motionless, and dismissed all the people who occasionally took care of business.

"Anyway, Great Immortal Huli has no specific request. I will stay at the ghost gate for one night and leave after figuring out the direction of the situation."

Qingshan made up his mind, and Tao's heart returned to calm.

Time passed extremely long.

On weekdays, it only takes a few days to repair for a while, but now it is a complete torment.

As the sun sets, the resentment on Lantian Street becomes intense. After various forces engage in intrigues, they hide in various places on the street and wait.

People are busy finishing the autumn harvest and returning home one after another to stabilize their cultivation.

It was just getting late, and the outline of the Ghost Gate was already visible on Lantian Street.

Five ghost gates appeared in the Yanshan area, and the remaining four were just auxiliary, forming a magic circle covering thousands of miles, ready to catch them all.

"How should Shen Lian respond? Once the identity of Wenbu Daozi is exposed, it will be impossible to gain a foothold in the Ghost City Babu."

Qingshan was stunned, and Yuan Shen noticed that there was a figure approaching him.

"Senior brother."

The middle-aged man's appearance is no different from that of ordinary people, but he exudes an unpleasant fishy smell and his delicate skin is always moist.

Qingshan frowned slightly, warning that his mana was leaking.

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Senior Brother Qingshan, why don't you recognize me? We met in Chechi Country fifty-three years ago."

Qingshan was unmoved and held out a jade-like magical weapon in his palm.

"Junior brother is Ban Changmao under the throne of Inspiration."

Ban Changmao grinned, his fangs flashing with cold light, and the fish's gills opened and closed as he swallowed.

"Just tell me if you have something?"

Qingshan hugged his chest indifferently, with a blood line on his neck, ready to separate his body and head at any time, and Yu Ruyi hung on his chest.

"No, no, no, junior brother, I don't mean any harm."

Ban Changmao bowed and nodded attentively.

He is also in the Eight Realms of the Immortal Movement, and it is difficult for him to compare with Qingshan, who was taught by the Great Immortal Hu Li. "Senior Brother, Junior Brother is indeed a bit arrogant."

"I came here just to ask you, senior brother, if we can work together to share the blood food."

Qingshan's temples felt sharp when he heard the word "blood food".

"Ban Changmao, as far as I know, there are more than one people who stare at bloody... mortals, right?"

"They are relatively well-off, so they are not willing to cooperate with the Inspiration Alchemist. Junior Brother saw that you have been watching in the alley, so he took the initiative to ask."

Ban Changmao glanced greedily at the surrounding houses.

Yuan Dan warriors can be found everywhere, and each of them can exchange for rich resources from the Inspiration King.

If you are a Dao Ying warrior, you might be lucky enough to get your hands on the inferior magic weapon.

"Brother, I think so. Since we have come to Lu Zu Temple, we can't return empty-handed. I will never covet Lu Zu. I just want to take some blood food in the chaos."

Ban Changmao licked his lips and looked at Qingshan expectantly.

Qingshan's heart couldn't help but beat wildly. He always felt that a palm was about to hit his head. With Shen Lian's means, the city should be under control.

"I have no intention of getting involved in Lu Zu Temple. I give you a piece of advice. Get out of Yanliang Town!"

"Get out?"

Ban Changmao didn't believe what Qingshan said, and lowered his voice and said: "Brother, what are you thinking about? It's just a lose-lose situation. We just pick up some leftover blood food."

"I don't want to repeat it a second time. You are destined to find the wrong person."

Ban Changmao murmured to himself: "There are at least a hundred monks in Xiao Leiyin Temple, and there are probably no less than a hundred monks in the plague department."

"Do you think Lu Zu will crush them one-sidedly?"

Qingshan had no expression on his face.

I don't know whether he will be crushed or not, but Shen Lian's revengeful nature will definitely not end well.

Ban Changmao opened his mouth slightly. As a small person, he could only try to trust Qingshan. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable chill.

His soul left his body, and the ghost gate opened wide. Was it Lu Zubu's plan?

"Impossible!"

Ban Changmao turned and walked away, muttering: "I saw Ao Shan from the Dragon Palace in the West Sea turned into a candy man vendor, and the lion-headed Taoist priest in Panhuan Cave disguised as a fifty-year-old traveler..."

He took a deep look at Qingshan, shook his head and said: "Senior brother has a firm heart of Taoism. I hope that Taoist Hansong from your Chechi country can also pass through the flowers without getting a single leaf on his body."

Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly, realizing that there were other fellow Taoists in Yanliang Town.

He had not heard from the Great Immortal Huli, which showed that Taoist Hansong came here privately.

If Taoist Hansong acted rashly, he might offend Shen Lian. Don't let him get hurt.

"Where is Taoist Hansong?"

"The teahouse at the northwest corner of Lantian Street."

"Thank you."

Qingshan set off immediately. The delay had plunged the city into darkness.

The Ghost Gate loomed, and gusts of cold wind whistled.

Rustles echoed.

As soon as Qingshan left the alley, he realized something was wrong.

It hadn't rained in recent days, but there was half a finger of water on the ground. Looking carefully, he saw that the wells in each courtyard were constantly gushing.

The well water was mixed with dense black fish and catfish.

Qingshan's heart skipped a beat.