I can't be a demon

The prime minister said coldly, Yu Suhua instinctively raised her head, and her memories flowed to the former like a tide, and her body and soul became shaky.

"So that's it, it was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who offended my brother."

The prime minister stroked Yu Suhua's head gently, and the latter's injuries healed, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds during the infusion, and in the blink of an eye he reached the ninth realm of perfection.

"I know."

A large amount of scriptures surged, condensing into a Buddha statue behind the prime minister.

Obviously, she, like Mrs. Bai Gu, had also refined a lot of true scriptures. If you look closely, it is the [Samantabhadra Sutra] of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

………

Shen Lian's next stop is Gao Laozhuang.

To be honest, his relationship with Gao Laozhuang is not deep.

Although Ghost Dad is the son-in-law of the Gao family, he forcibly twisted Miss Gao into a ghost mother, and it feels like he will be in trouble if he really comes to the door.

Shen Lian plans to pick a group of ghosts and later turn them into clerks through Ghost Dad's taboos.

Even if he didn't become a ghost, two or three thousand years of practice was enough to guard the remote towns and villages of the Tang Dynasty.

As soon as Shen Lian arrived at Gao Laozhuang, he noticed that the cave was extremely festive.

There were lights and decorations everywhere.

The doors of every household in Yongcui Street were open, and the shops were empty.

The cotton wool ghost was hurriedly packing things in the pawnshop, and his clothes looked unusually prosperous, like a groom who was about to get married.

"Fugui."

The cotton wool ghost jumped up in fright and said attentively: "Young Master, why are you back?"

"The Gao family is looking for a son-in-law again?"

"That's not the case." Fugui said cautiously: "I heard that it was the appearance of Tianpeng Zhenjun, so Master Gao hosted a banquet to entertain us."

"Appearance." Shen Lian looked in the direction of Gao Laozhuang, and his soul saw through the thick fog and noticed that there was a figure standing in front of the mansion.

"How long will the banquet last?"

"It should be several years. People from all over the country are rushing to Gao's house."

The cotton wool ghost hesitated to speak, fearing that he would offend Mr. Gao if he was a little late, and even more afraid that the young master in front of him would punch him to death.

"After the banquet is over, shake the banyan tree in the backyard for a while."

"Okay."

Shen Lian disappeared in a flash, leaving the cotton wool ghost scratching his head at a loss.

Then, deep in the cave, a loud chanting came from nowhere. The figure in front of Gao's house put his hands together, and endless Buddha light leaked out from behind.

………

Shen Lian didn't expect that calling for help would be so unsuccessful.

He took a walk and finally only caught a few hundred green fish in the Bi Bo Lake to breed Dan fruit. He thought that his extensive network of contacts was useless.

"Ah."

Shen Lian sighed and secretly sent a message to the Jinwu Guards, asking the court to contact Moyun Cave.

As a result, the Wansui Fox King, who had only met once, was unusually straightforward and agreed to support more than a hundred disciples above the sixth realm of the Tang Dynasty.

And surprisingly, Gao Qiu contacted Qingshan through the Ministry of Finance.

With the help of Qingshan's relationship, he successfully obtained the promise of Huli Daxian, who promised to send some disciples to station in Datang.

"Alas, it can be said that people are fickle and the world is fickle."

Shen Lian looked at the teleportation tree leading to the Xieyue Sanxin Cave, wondering if Master Bodhi would occasionally be more conscious.

………

Small Leiyin Temple.

The main hall was extremely dark, with statues of Buddhas placed one after another, and in the center was the smiling Maitreya Buddha, which was lifelike.

Kakaka.

The upper and lower jaws of the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva loosened, and it suddenly spoke.

"Buddha, there are 330,000 blood food in Lu Zu Temple. Disciple requests, can you send some [Buddhas outside the temple] to encircle and suppress them?"

"What do you think?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked around. Perhaps only a few people who were in the true Buddha position did not care about blood food, and the other Buddhas would inevitably want to get involved.

According to the information delivered by the Arhat, Lu Zu's cultivation is still shallow, but he may be a living immortal Buddha.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva needs to focus on the ruins of the old heaven, so he simply sacrifices part of his interests and drags the Bodhisattvas into the water.

"Amitabha, I..."

A Bodhisattva statue was about to agree, but a voice interrupted.

"No."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned his head and saw that the one who spoke was actually Guanyin Bodhisattva in the form of bones, with 42 white bone arms distributed around his body.

"It is indeed not possible."

Another voice responded, it was Samantabhadra Bodhisattva holding a spring and a river in his left and right hands.

"Let's stop this matter."

Nagarjuna Bodhisattva shook the dragon head and held the relic to stop him.

"Ksitigarbha, you can do it yourself, but the other Buddhas can't."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyes were fixed on the last person, a pig-headed female, who was the rarely spoken altar purifier in the Little Leiyin Temple.

The Buddhas didn't know the pros and cons, so they didn't say anything more.

Why does the mention of Lu Zu Temple involve four Bodhisattvas, and all four of them were once personally invited by the Yellow Eyebrow Buddha to worship in the Little Leiyin Temple.

After a long time.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said: "Good."

Chapter 330 The Seven Transformations of the Changsheng Pillar

Fangcun Mountain.

The island was covered with clouds and mist, and the island was covered with green trees and lush vegetation. It could be vaguely seen that the loud singing was repeatedly echoing in Fangcun Mountain.

"Watching the chess pieces rot, the clinking of woodcutters, walking slowly at the valley mouth of the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine..."

At first glance, it seemed to come from the sky, and the tone was extremely clear.

Shen Lian stood on the edge of the island with a subtle expression, listening to the woodcutter's singing, and at the same time distractedly communicating with the teleportation tree to extend his life underground.

For some reason, the teleportation tree completely lost contact with the Xieyue Sanxin Cave.

Shen Lian originally planned to go to the Xieyue Sanxin Cave, but because the cave disappeared, he could only come to Fangcun Mountain to explore.

"I can't escape the encounter with Bodhi Patriarch after all."

"Alas."

Shen Lian guessed that the woodcutter's true identity was probably Bodhi Patriarch, but he had met the latter before and could not find any flaws for the time being.

After he stepped into the human immortal, although he still couldn't see the mystery of Gao Ge, there was one thing that was beyond doubt, every word was simple.

"If there is nothing else to gain from Fangcun Mountain, we can only hope for Wuzhuang Temple."

Shen Lian was a little helpless. The souls of the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple were sealed under the ginseng fruit tree, and he had no way to reshape their bodies for the time being.

He opened his eyes vertically between his eyebrows, and his soul was suspended three inches above his forehead.

The Dao rhyme transformed by the martial arts immortal pill became more and more solid around him.

Shen Lian said: "Master Bodhi, the disciple Shen Lian has something important to ask for, and I hope that Master can open the way to the Three Heart Caves of the Evil Moon."

In any case, Master Bodhi is his master after all.

As long as he is not spiritually insane, even if Bodhi Patriarch goes crazy, he will not have any malicious intentions, and he may even be able to solve the doubts of the heaven and earth.

"When we meet, we are either immortals or Taoists, and we sit quietly to talk about Huangting."

As if in response, the woodcutter's singing came from far to near.

Before Shen Lian could react, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, carrying more than a dozen firewood and wiping his sweat with a towel hanging around his neck.

"Master..."

The woodcutter interrupted, "Master, please go back, the cave has been closed for many days."

Shen Lian looked at the woodcutter and secretly used his food supplement magic. As a result, the soul and breath of the old man in front of him were very different from that of Bodhi Patriarch.

While thinking, the woodcutter's lifespan also came to an end, and his old skin gradually withdrew.

Shen Lian couldn't help but test, "Master Bodhi, I haven't seen you for a thousand years. Are you well? I came to visit you as soon as I became an immortal."