I can't be a demon

Zheng Lun made a harsh emphasis and gently touched the foreheads of the two righteous gods with his hands.

Two righteous gods received enlightenment and their condition worsened.

Assimilate into the disease of the moral god! !

The germs in the main hall became more and more intense, and Shen Lian's Martial Arts Plague Pill began to be unable to withstand it, and some of the germs were corroded into out-of-control mayflies.

Shen Lian looked stunned.

How similar is Zheng Lun's current state to Mahayana Buddhism?

In other words, he is the Mahayana Buddhism in the understanding of Daode Tianzun, and it is estimated that he is only two or three steps away from being completely reduced to a true scripture.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and activated the lotus platform to forcefully collect the mayflies in his body.

When the number of ephemera increases, it gradually turns into a true scripture.

Zheng Lun's whispers stopped abruptly and he cast his gaze towards the corner where Shen Lian was. Just one glance made Shen Lian vomit blood.

Shen Lian secretly thought it was bad, the roots of the teleportation tree began to shrink.

As a result, before he could sink into the tree hole, the mayflies floating in the main hall were destroyed at the same time, and the Three Righteous Gods suddenly returned to their original appearance.

Zheng Lun had no idea what had happened previously.

Seeing Shen Lian in such a mess, he couldn't help but ask: "Tianwen, are you okay?"

Shen Lian casually held it in his arms, then shook his head and said: "Huizhenren, I was a little anxious and it hurt my body and soul, it doesn't matter."

San Zhengshen looked a little weak, and the joy of enlightenment flashed through his eyes.

Zheng Lun said: "Tianwen, with the cultivation of the Earth Immortal, we have to meditate on the great road every once in a while. During the routine retreat, we may not have time to take care of your situation."

Shen Lian was speechless, thinking of the Nuo Immortal who transformed into the intestines and stomach of the Moral God.

The devil knows why once the immortal loses control, he moves closer to the Sanqing, while the ordinary people move closer to the demon. Could it be that the Sanqing is the demon?

Shen Lian shuddered, and his injuries, which were not serious, slowly recovered.

Yan Guan, the righteous god on the left, said: "I see that you don't like to swallow the Tai Sui Pill. If you are good at refining pills, I can provide you with some spiritual materials."

"Thank you, Masato."

Shen Lian was not polite and reported a series of lists of spiritual materials.

Twenty or thirty pill prescriptions were mixed together, and he was not afraid of Yan Guan's calculation. Anyway, they were all spiritual materials with medicinal effects that stimulated immortal species.

Shen Lian now feels more and more that the Plague Division will explode at any time. If the plan with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva fails, the entire Plague Division will probably cease to exist in name only.

Zheng Lun said softly: "I didn't think carefully. Not everyone is willing to accept the Taisui Pill. The soul in it is easy to be mixed with the soul."

Yan Guan spread out his left hand and touched the center of his eyebrows with his right hand.

Immediately, a large number of buds sprouted in the palm of the hand, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into spiritual materials. The spiritual materials that the earth immortal had bred for a mere hundred years were at his fingertips.

"Zheng Zhenren, if it is convenient, can you help me send my comrade back to the inner gate."

Afterwards, Shen Lian suddenly remembered Gao Qiu. Gao Qiu had been sleeping in the ghost gourd, and the parasitic peach saplings were taken care of by the dragon fish robe.

Gao Qiu came to the outside world and suddenly regained consciousness.

When he saw the Three Righteous Gods, he turned pale with fear.

"go."

Zheng Lun waved his hand, and Gao Qiu disappeared amid the screams.

"It won't be long before the baptism. If you have any questions, you can always ask."

Shen Lian said he understood, but his method of horizontal training of the Plague Division was completely different, and even the God of the Plague Division could not provide an accurate answer.

It took him half a month to return the martial arts plague pill to its peak.

After another hundred days of practice, I can feel that Plague Pill has reached the ultimate level of perfection in the nine realms.

During this period, Sanzheng Shen occasionally fell ill, and Shen Lian concentrated on concentrating his aura and did not attract their attention again. It was considered a near miss.

There was a lot of noise outside the door.

The selection of the baptism quota is absolutely bloody, with hundreds of monks from the ninth realm fighting openly and secretly.

Shen Lian could feel their strong resentment.

Although it only occupies a quota, those monks who missed the baptism felt that they were only one step away.

Especially now that Buddhism in the plague department is flourishing, and everyone's strength has made full progress.

They heard that Tianwen did not practice Buddhism. In their eyes, Daozi's position was somewhat unworthy of the name, and it all depended on the blessing of the righteous god.

Boom, boom, boom.

Heavy footsteps came, mixed with the sound of chains dragging the ground.

Zheng Lun reminded: "People from the Taisui Department are here, and the baptism is about to begin."

Shen Lian turned around and saw a row of figures coming to the main hall through the window.

In the old heaven, the immortal gods of the Tai Sui Department were responsible for the change of seasons. The four levels of merit and the day and night wandering gods were all from the Tai Sui Department.

In later generations, the Taisui tribe became the first of the eight tribes, and the Taoist traditions were already completely different.

Shen Lian pushed open the window.

I saw twelve monks who looked exactly the same walking side by side. Their hands and feet were connected by chains. The closer they were to the front, the older they got.

"Although the talent of the Twelve Sons is not that of Taisui Bu Taozi, it is not much different."

"What twelve sons?"

"Twelve bodies and twelve souls share one consciousness, share the shortcomings of immortality, and have endless longevity. This is Tai Sui!!!"

Chapter 325 Climbing the Spine of the Moral God

Shen Lian didn't know what kind of changes the Eight Departments of the Ghost Market had gone through to create such a weird and inexplicable orthodoxy as the Taisui Department.

The monks have twelve bodies at the same time to resist the disadvantages of fairy seeds.

Shen Lian noticed that the chains connecting the twelve bodies had Taoist charms emerging, and they turned out to be strange instruments manifested from immortal seeds.

Zheng Lun explained: "The immortal species of Tai Sui is called [Time Wheel], which is used to carry consciousness."

Shen Lian was secretly speechless.

The twelve people were arranged from old to young. The leader's body was already old and dying, and the last one looked like he was no more than four or five years old.

"Zheng Zhenren, why is the longevity of the Taisui Department endless?"

"The Tai Sui sect emphasizes endless reincarnation. The better the aptitude, the more bodies can be bred. When one body dies, a new body will be bred."

Shen Lian looked incredulous. This was the first time he had seen such a special practice method.

No wonder the Tai Sui sect was not afraid of the immortal species getting out of control. With more bodies, not only can the disadvantages be shared, but also the tail of the gecko can be cut off temporarily.

"Hiss..."

Yan Guan added: "I know the visitor from the Tai Sui sect. His name is Shao Xiuwen. He has been a land immortal for three hundred years and is already in the young immortal stage."

Zheng Lun couldn't help but sigh. It was worthy of being the Tai Sui sect, which was the leader of the eight sects.

"Outstanding talent. Ordinary Tai Sui disciples are [Six Sons]. If it weren't for the Tai Sui Daozi who came out of nowhere as [Eighteen Sons], Shao Xiuwen should be able to compete for the Daozi of the present time."

Shen Lian realized belatedly what the raw material of the Tai Sui pill was.

It was the body and soul of the Tai Sui sect cultivator.

He felt that the Tai Sui monk was like a long worm that was constantly shedding its skin.

The Tai Sui tribe used the bodies and souls of its disciples after death as raw materials for alchemy, and provided them to all the monks of the eight tribes of the Ghost Market to prolong their lives. No wonder taking the Tai Sui pill might backfire.

After all, the soul in the pill still exists.

Shen Lian didn't think that the twelve bodies and souls shared a consciousness.

By observing Shao Xiuwen's movements, he found that the twelve bodies reacted differently, proving that the bodies and souls of the Tai Sui disciples might be independent.

It just relied on the fairy seed chain to keep the memory of the body and soul synchronized.

It was equivalent to a clone with exactly the same memory.

Once the clone was freed from the chain, the body and soul would inevitably rebel, and the probability of going astray would be even more serious than that of the Plague Tribe.

"Master Zheng, what does the Nuo fairy of the Tai Sui tribe look like?"

"You'll know in a moment."

Bang.

The main hall door opened, and Zheng Lun looked at Shao Xiuwen and nodded.

"So it's you, Junior Brother Shao, who is in charge of this baptism of transformation from mortal to immortal. After seeing you today, I can see that Junior Brother Shao is indeed gifted and has a chance to become an earthly immortal."

"Thank you."

Shao Xiuwen responded indifferently and said no more.

He swept his soul over the disciples of the Plague Department, his expression carrying a hint of elusive mockery, and felt that the smell of Buddhist incense was too pungent.