I can't be a demon

The woodcutter smiled but said nothing, stroking his gray beard.

Shen Lian continued, "Now that the Heavenly Palace has become a ruin, I wonder where the Three Pure Ones are going, and what was the situation during the Heavenly and Earthly Tribulation?"

The woodcutter's expression did not change at all, and he repeated the previous song.

Shen Lian talked for a few more words, but the woodcutter did not respond at all, like an ordinary puppet guiding the monks to the cave.

He sighed.

"Everything is not going well, and it is not a good idea to continue wasting time in Fangcun Mountain."

Shen Lian continued to let the roots of the teleportation tree find the cave, and turned around to return to Yanliang Town to see if the breeze and moon of Wuzhuang Temple were feasible.

Just as he turned around, he heard the woodcutter suddenly say.

"Please stay, Immortal Master Disciple, the cave has been closed. If you want to pay homage to the immortal, please move to the Immortal Temple in the back mountain."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, but saw the woodcutter walking towards the narrow path on his own.

He hurriedly followed.

The two walked one after the other, and soon a dilapidated temple appeared between the cliffs, with a faint scent of sandalwood wafting from it.

The woodcutter said no more, and stood in front of the door with a smile.

"Thank you."

Shen Lian stepped into the temple, where there were twenty or thirty statues of immortals and gods.

"Huh?"

Shen Lian noticed that the statues of immortals and gods were all transformed by the [Immortal Ghosts] of the Three Heart Caves of the Evil Moon, and all of them had a Taoist practice of four or five thousand years.

He looked at the woodcutter with a complicated expression, performed a Taoist salute respectfully, and then placed a jar of aged medicinal wine in front of the woodcutter.

"Master, I have nothing to offer you. At the beginning, you said that the wine was bland and tasteless. Now the gourd is a treasure. I believe that the brewed wine should be just to your taste."

The aroma of wine filled the air, but the woodcutter was chopping wood by himself.

Shen Lian walked into the temple and looked around, and poured a sip of Dawu wine into his mouth, which temporarily increased his understanding.

"Hehehe, it feels like the Changsheng Pillar can transform seven times."

With just one glance, thirty-four golden body techniques have taken shape.

The golden body techniques all come from various immortals, including great immortals like Erlang Shen, who have definitely benefited greatly from creating golden body techniques.

"If you can control the immortals and ghosts, you don't have to worry about lack of manpower."

It can be foreseen that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is mainly targeting the Yanshan area, and the rest of the towns are already impregnable with a ghost sitting in the town.

And immortals and ghosts are different from ordinary demons. After all, they are transformed from the skin of immortals and gods, and the taboos carry the power of some of the magical powers of immortals and gods.

"Using the taboos of the ghost father's words to sign a contract, forcibly restrain the nature of the immortals and ghosts who like blood, hiss, it is feasible."

Shen Lian's eyes flickered, and his eyes were fixed on the statues of immortals and ghosts.

As expected, the visualization of immortals and ghosts by ordinary warriors should be similar to the visualization of ghost fathers, and they can comprehend the corresponding martial arts methods.

There are thirty-four... no, including Ghost Daddy, there are thirty-five other gods protecting the Tang Dynasty.

Martial arts will flourish to the extreme.

The era of everyone practicing martial arts will finally come! ! !

Shen Lian kept moving on the spot, and doubts arose in his heart.

Everyone practicing martial arts means that everyone will become Tang Monk's meat, the Tang Dynasty will become the target of public criticism, and the dark side of this world will rush in like a moth to a flame.

Shen Lian didn't know if he, a small human immortal, could stop the evil spirits.

"Huh."

"But if the era of everyone practicing martial arts is opened, the experience progress of the four professions will be far beyond imagination. It is too easy for demons to breed after the death of a warrior. There are simply experience bags everywhere."

Shen Lian pinched his temple with a headache, and then noticed the woodcutter outside the house.

The woodcutter selected the most sturdy towering ancient trees. When the towering ancient trees fell, a forest of more than a dozen trees was cut off in the middle.

Such a scene is like the three realms of sentient beings under the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

"Don't hesitate. The catastrophe of heaven and earth a thousand years ago seems to have ended, but the source is unknown. Who knows if it will repeat the same mistake."

"One step slow, every step slow, seize the day."

After Shen Lian made up his mind, he summoned the ghost gourd and dropped it into his palm.

"Photo."

The statues of immortals and gods all fell into the treasure.

As soon as Shen Lian finished his work, cracks spread on the walls on all four sides. With a roar, the building turned into fragments all over the ground.

He took advantage of the smoke and dust and quietly returned to Yanliang Town.

After Shen Lian left, the woodcutter suddenly stopped what he was doing, picked up the jar of medicinal wine on the ground with a laugh, and took a sip.

"Hahaha, it's really delicious, good wine, good wine~~"

The woodcutter sank into the jungle, and Fangcun Mountain still echoed with loud singing.

The island isolated from the world was rising and falling in the waves. If you look closely, you can find that Fangcun Mountain is not fixed in place.

Fangcun Mountain drifted in the boundless ocean, heading west.

The journey was extremely slow, but the original Journey to the West recorded that the Three Hearts Cave of the Evil Moon was located in Xiniu Hezhou, where the Western Lingshan Mountain was located.

Perhaps one day, Fangcun Mountain could reach the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

………

Shen Lian moved all the statues of immortals and gods into the inner gate Taoist courtyard.

The thirty-four statues were neatly placed in the courtyard, revealing a fierce aura invisibly, and the monkeys did not dare to approach at all.

The statues looked fierce, but the outline of the immortals and gods could indeed be seen.

After Shen Lian identified it through his wisdom eye, he learned that he only needed to water it with blood to destroy the magic circle engraved on the surface by Bodhi Patriarch.

If the thirty-four immortals and ghosts were born, the courtyard would be enough to be called a [small heaven].

Shen Lian outlined the magic circle with his fingers, and the lines were obviously completed not long ago.

It can be seen that when he mentioned the Little Leiyin Temple, Bodhi Patriarch immediately began to seal the immortals and ghosts and sent them all to a place in Fangcun Mountain for resettlement.

"The woodcutter is probably Bodhi Patriarch, but the master's body and soul are still unstable, so I didn't choose to point it out."

"Wait until I understand the great way, and then come to rescue Bodhi Patriarch."

After Shen Lian gained something from Fangcun Mountain, he gave up the idea of ​​going to Wuzhuang Temple. Anyway, there is no good way to reshape the body at present.

"A Lian, this is..."

Ghost Dad felt something and unconsciously came to Shen Lian's side.

"Old man, your son previously worshipped an immortal as his master. These are the thirty-four statues he gave us before."

"Lifelike."

Ghost Dad walked among the statues to observe, unconsciously revealing his resentment. Suddenly, the immortals and ghosts seemed to feel provoked and glared at him.

Among them, several immortals and ghosts with more than 6,000 years of Taoism could not help but grin and spit.

The ghost father held his chin with his right hand and muttered to himself: "Just like real immortals, they have a kind of charm that dead things lack."

As soon as the voice fell, the taboo of "speaking and following the law" enveloped the thirty-four immortal ghosts.

The ghost father's Taoism has been close to seven thousand years, and the power of "speaking and following the law" is getting stronger and stronger. If he hadn't intentionally controlled the scattered consciousness, the area within a thousand miles would have suffered a disaster.

Crack, crack, crack.

The expressions of the immortal ghosts were distorted, and their resentment became extremely chaotic.

The shrill wails continued, mixed with the sizzling sound of a rolling knife cutting butter, and the "speaking and following the law" seemed to be tempering the essence of the immortal ghosts.

Shen Lian said quickly: "Old man, the immortal mentioned that the statue can be transformed into the gods of heaven to protect the mortal world, but I am afraid that they can't distinguish between good and evil, so old man, please help me control them."

"No." Ghost Daddy explained seriously: "It is the duty of the immortals and gods of heaven to protect the mortal world, and it is the law of heaven not to hurt people."

The immortals and ghosts showed fear on their faces, as if words were forcibly imprinted into their bodies.

Once the "law of heaven" is established, they will never be able to share flesh and blood in the future.

Shen Lian noticed that the immortals and ghosts were struggling frantically. If Ghost Daddy's taboos were dispersed, the efficiency of imprinting the law of heaven might not be enough.

"Old man, come one by one."

Shen Lian patted the thigh of the door god, "In the future, they will be like you in Yanliang Town, guarding the temples and Taoist temples to prevent external evil from invading."

"Okay, we must make them recognize the heavenly rules!!"

"Old man, you think the door god is good. Its magical power can protect the lights of thousands of homes, and it can travel freely wherever there is a door."

Ghost Dad's eyes lit up, and his Taoism broke through seven thousand years.

For a long time, Ghost Dad had no resistance to the boring work of guarding Yanliang Town, and even muttered about it when he was in the ghost market.

He suddenly realized that the thirty-four immortal ghosts could replace him, and he couldn't help but be interested.