I can't be a demon

As soon as the black fish catfish came to the outside world, it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, and it disappeared in the shallow water. Only a faint demonic aura could be detected.

Qingshan hurriedly urged his soul and looked at the backyard of the Shen family pawnshop.

Shen Lian, who was at the bottom of the banyan tree, opened his eyes at some point and stared at the pond with interest, tapping the ground with his index finger, like a chess player who had just made a move.

"Since it is called Lu Zu Temple, it must show what a demon's lair is."

Shen Lian communicated with the martial arts realm, invisibly affecting the vast number of fish monsters in the city.

"It's a pity that the two stupid fish were put into the water not long ago, otherwise the fish monsters' Taoism would not only last for two or three years, but only half an hour."

He nodded at his eyebrows, and the martial arts golden body's dragon transformation became more peculiar.

In a few breaths, the martial arts golden body turned into a ferocious white-bone evil dragon, the accumulated water on the ground boiled, and strange roars continued.

The dragon fish robe twisted its tail excitedly, and Yanliang Town had already fallen into a carnival of fish leaping over the dragon gate, and the next step was to turn the tables.

The Taoist priests stopped and realized that Shen Lian was targeting them.

But they didn't know what would happen next.

Puff puff puff.

A fish demon jumped up in front of the Taoist priests, and its weak Taoism was completely unattractive.

Soon, the fish demon began to twist uncontrollably, and its scales flashed with a pale luster, and then its bones stretched, thickened, and reshaped.

The skin and flesh were torn into pieces, and the deformed dragon broke through the old body and surged to more than three meters.

Qingshan's face was ugly, and his hands and feet were entangled by the dragon.

He urged Yu Ruyi to shatter the dragon, and the blood attracted more attention of the same kind. Dragons of different shapes kept emerging from the accumulated water.

The dragon's Taoism was vague, but the strength of its body was comparable to that of a Yuandan warrior, plus the endless number, it was a big trouble.

"I'm afraid the prelude has just begun."

Qingshan had just thought of it, and the strangeness appeared again.

Heavy heartbeats sounded, and the texture of flesh and blood appeared everywhere in the town. The ground and walls were covered with blood vessels and meridians, as well as pupils.

The ghost mother performed the taboo, which meant that Yanliang Town came alive.

All the buildings merged into one, becoming one of the countless organs of the ghost mother. The people sleeping soundly in the house did not even hear the slightest movement.

Qingshan was horrified and hurriedly took out the talisman that could shrink the earth into an inch.

However, the ghost gate had blocked the retreat route in the Yanshan area.

Shen Lian had no intention of letting anyone go. Xiao Leiyin Temple? Must die. Plague monks? Must die. Alchemists of various forces, must die.

The clouds covered the sky, making the fear of Yanliang Town more and more intense.

"Master Shen, at least we have a life-and-death friendship!"

Qingshan wanted to cry but had no tears. The fish monsters around him retreated like a tide, and the accumulated water opened a road, indicating that he should go to the backyard of the pawnshop.

He hesitated, and another gust of cold wind blew on his face.

Human-hand-shaped sprouts emerged from the ground.

The sprouts grew vigorously and turned into a forest of human hands of 20 to 30 meters, covering the streets and alleys.

"Oh~~~~"

The monkeys cried, and there were two or three thousand monkeys clinging to the top of the tree branches.

Under the leadership of the old monkey, the monkeys broke up and scattered, and the Daoying Yuanshen could not find their traces.

The role of the martial arts realm for mortals is reflected in the teaching and teaching, but it is not the case with monkeys. The blessing is mainly on the physical strength.

Of course, it is disadvantageous for monkeys to stay in the martial arts realm for a long time, and it is easy to damage their foundation. Shen Lian is more about honing them.

Immediately afterwards, poisonous insects flew from the mountains.

A 40-meter giant beetle landed on the top of the city wall, with a cheering ghost girl standing on its head, and the beetle's tail was still laying eggs continuously.

Yanliang Town is not at all bustling and noisy like a mortal town, as if a demon cave has descended into the world, and there is no smoke and fire.

"Hell on earth! Hell on earth is not an exaggeration!"

"Living immortals and Buddhas? I think Shen Lian is a living demon!!"

The shadow under Qingshan's feet squirmed, and the bone blade urged him to move.

He did not encounter any trouble along the way. After arriving outside the courtyard gate, the bone blade quietly disappeared, and then he heard Shen Lian asking with a smile.

"Daoyou Qingshan, long time no see."

"Daoyou..."

"Come and help me see if there are any flaws in the immortal mansion I arranged in Yanliang Town?"

Qingshan smiled bitterly and glanced at the dozen blinking eyes in the corner.

You call this an immortal mansion?

"Why not? That's right, in fact, I was going to call it the Great Tang Dynasty."

"It's time to give the disciples of Taoism and Buddhism a little bit of the Great Tang Dynasty's shock."

Chapter 317 Reverse version of Daozi (two in one)

The tenth-level ghost market near Taihuang Huang Zengtian is the deepest level that ordinary cultivators can get involved in, and it is usually opened every five years.

Once the tenth-level ghost market is opened, it will attract the attention of a large number of alchemists.

October 15th is not a day to open, and the tenth-floor ghost market is dead silent.

The endless streets are lined with shops, stretching for hundreds of miles. Human head lanterns are hung in front of the shops, roaring to attract business.

Even if there are no customers in the tenth-floor ghost market, the weapon ghosts are still used to maintain the bustle.

Compared with the stupid weapon ghosts, the money-saving ghosts who are responsible for running the shops hide in the dark, with terrified expressions and resentment all over their bodies.

You know, the money-saving ghosts who can be in the tenth floor of the ghost market have reached four thousand years of Taoism.

The reason why they are so afraid is mainly because of the throbbing of resentment in their bodies, and their abdomens bulge slightly uncontrollably, like a six-month pregnancy.

It seems that something is growing in their bodies.

If the money-saving ghosts were not tied behind the counter of the shop, they would have escaped long ago.

"Amitabha."

A strange-looking monk walked slowly through the street, a faint sandalwood fragrance spread, and the human head lanterns were bleeding from their mouths and noses at the same time.

Bang.

There were continuous muffled sounds, and the human head lanterns turned into minced meat.

The monk had eight heads in total, and a Buddha finger was inserted between the eyebrows of each head, attached to the main head in a circle, like a strange lotus platform made of human heads.

He sighed and said to himself: "If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could be here, he would definitely save you from the sea of ​​suffering and convert to Leiyin Temple."

It was obvious that the human head lanterns were all tortured to death by the monks, but they put on a look of worrying about the future, which seemed very awkward.

The monk stopped, and seventy or eighty figures came up to meet him.

The figures were from the Plague Department monks, and their cultivation was above the seventh realm. When they saw the monks, they couldn't help but show heat on their faces, and their attitudes were respectful.

"Venerable Wushou, I am Yin Huasheng, an inner disciple of the Plague Department."

Yin Huasheng was already in the ninth realm, but he bent his waist and kneeled in front of the monks.

He knew that the status of [Headless Arhat] under Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was second only to the Seven Arhats, and his strength was comparable to that of the immortals on land.

It was said that Headless Arhat had been in the Ninth Realm for more than 300 years.

He had not been promoted to an immortal on land, purely because Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hoped that he would comprehend the manas and the supreme heavenly induction before making a breakthrough.

"Amitabha, has Donor Yin cultivated Buddhism?"

"Venerable Headless, I have been exposed to Buddhism for half a year."

As Yin Huasheng spoke, he opened his mouth and spit out a strange round bead.

The round bead was like a "live bead" about to hatch a chick, and it could be seen that it was compactly condensed from flesh, blood and bones.

And as soon as it left the body, Yin Huasheng's plague pill began to riot, and the immortal seeds multiplied wildly.

"Yes, Donor Yin has a little Buddhist wisdom, and the relic is very complete."

The Headless Arhat nodded slightly, and Yin Huasheng took back the so-called relic with satisfaction. The immortal seeds calmed down, and there was no trace of the superficiality of the foundation on the surface.

Others looked at him admiringly.

The rest of the Plague Department monks were parasitic on the offspring of the temple monks.

According to the Buddhist teachings provided by the Little Leiyin Temple, as long as the offspring of the temple monks were refined into relics, the loss of control of the immortal species could be completely prevented.

However, it can be seen that although the Plague Department monks with relics are no longer obsessed, the Plague Pills' dependence on the relics has greatly increased.

Without the relics, the immortal species will no longer have any buffer and will directly riot.

Over time, the Plague Department monks who practice Buddhism will become subordinates.