I can't be a demon

In the room where the purple-robed Taoist priest was imprisoned before, Taoist priests who looked exactly like him swarmed out one after another, as many as thirteen or fourteen people.

Obviously, the purple-robed Taoist priest and the seven fairies were in the same situation.

The number was increasing.

"Well, I'll go to Shangqing Palace to meet Lingbao Tianzun."

After Shen Lian responded perfunctorily, he hurried away from the purple-robed Taoist priest, who just stood in front of the steps of the closed hall, looking at Shen Lian's back with a creepy look.

The corpses of the seven fairies were dripping with blood, and the stench became stronger.

Along the way, hundreds of immortals and gods gathered towards the main hall from all directions.

There were many duplicates of the immortals and gods inside, and Shen Lian could occasionally see clues that there seemed to be real bodies mixed in the crowd. They were trying their best to hide their identities and imitated the weirdos in every move.

"Infinitely multiplying corpses, infinitely multiplying immortals..."

"The problem is likely to be with the innate spiritual root, the peach tree!"

In Shen Lian's impression, there are only a handful of innate spiritual roots in the world of Journey to the West, and most of them are single and solitary.

Only the peach tree is different. The Queen Mother directly planted nearly 10,000 trees.

In the ghost market of later generations, the peach tree can be seen almost layer by layer. It has no rare characteristics of innate spiritual roots at all and is less valuable than weeds.

Now it seems that the out-of-control of the Peach Club is most likely caused by the peach tree!

It is unknown what kind of problem the peach tree has caused, causing it to multiply infinitely until it pollutes the entire heaven, and the Queen Mother can't help it.

Even the corpses of the seven fairies hanging on the branches are not immune to the world and become more and more serious.

"The weirdo who replaced the immortals should be an evil thing born from the peach tree."

Shen Lian tried to distance himself from the immortals and took a long time to reach the main hall.

There were already thousands of immortals waiting in the open space in front of the main hall. Just by looking at the surface, he couldn't tell whether those immortals were real or fake.

Shen Lian also noticed the figures of Zheng Lun and the other person.

Zheng Lun was near the corner with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. When he saw Shen Lian, who had turned into the God of Plague, he couldn't help but show palpitations on his face.

It was just because it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, Zheng Lun didn't dare to approach Shen Lian.

"Something's wrong!"

Yutu said with rapid breathing: "Shen Lian, something's wrong with the main hall of Shangqing! How could the hall of Lingbao Tianzun have such strange decorations?"

"Decorations?"

Shen Lian immediately noticed something was wrong, and his heart was beating wildly.

The hall was extremely magnificent, and the gate was obviously a full hundred meters long, so he didn't notice anything strange at first.

Who would have thought that Shangqing Hall actually had three gates.

The three gates seemed to be carved out of the same mold, and the pillars in front of the gates were all engraved with words, and a plaque of [Shangqing Hall] was hung above.

Shen Lian took a breath of cold air, as if Shangqing Palace was also affected by the peach tree, causing the palace to multiply two more rooms.

"The palace alone is fine, but I'm afraid of the Lingbao Tianzun inside..."

Shen Lian had just come up with the idea, and saw a strong wind.

Bang, bang.

The three doors opened at the same time.

The room was pitch black, and Shen Lian couldn't see through even with his eyebrows, but he could vaguely hear three heavy breathing.

"So, there won't be three Lingbao Tianzun in Shangqing Palace!"

Shen Lian was sweating profusely, and a strong voice was talking to himself in the left door.

"The Supreme Great Dao Lord of Shangqing is the essence of Yuchen and the purple smoke of Qingyun."

Then it was the right door.

"The jade light is brilliant, the gold reflects the flow of truth, the combination is beautiful, and the spirit is condensed."

Finally, it was the turn of the central door.

"The Taoist will spread the sutras and pass them on to the world for eternity."

The people in the sect said in unison: "Please come in, Huang Jiao Da Xian, seat 3 on the left, seat 16."

Thirty-six Huang Jiao Da Xian walked out of the crowd.

They bowed respectfully and then walked to the three gates.

Unexpectedly, the thirty-six people made different choices and went to different main halls.

Shen Lian was stunned for a few breaths, then turned to ask Yutu, "Which door is the real Lingbao Tianzun?"

Yutu wiped the sweat from her forehead and said in a crying voice: "I, I, I... I didn't know there were three Lingbao Tianzun."

"Please come in, Zi Yang Dao Ren, seat 4 on the right, seat 23."

Lingbao Tianzun counted faster and faster, and the immortals disappeared into the gate one after another.

"Please come in, Plague God, seat 1 on the left, seat 27."

Shen Lian was shocked, and noticed three figures of Lu Yue walking out of the crowd. If nothing unexpected happened, they were all transformed by strange people.

He gritted his teeth and hurried up the stairs leading to the three gates.

Jade Rabbit's eyes turned redder with fear, and he said tremblingly: "Shen Lian, if you guess wrong, you will die, you will definitely die!!!"

"What are you afraid of? I will keep you safe."

Zheng Lun looked at Shen Lian's back, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

Even though there were four plague gods, for some reason, only Shen Lian gave him the most special feeling, as if the two... had met before?

"Please invite the immortal soldiers of the plague department to enter the mansion, the fifth, tenth and twentieth seats on the right."

After calling the immortal gods with names, it was the turn of the Taoist children belonging to the eight departments.

Zheng Lun tidied up his robes and walked towards the main hall step by step. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's state was extremely unstable and seemed extremely difficult.

He didn't know which Lingbao Tianzun was the real one, and his eyes were fixed on Shen Lian.

The other Lu Yue went to one door each, and Shen Lian stayed where he was for a few breaths.

Shen Lian's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He thought that he could figure out the truth by observing closely, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't tell the truth.

"God of Plague, enter the mansion!"

Three voices began to urge, and a suffocating feeling of oppression came over him.

Shen Lian communicated with the teleportation tree while walking into the central gate. There were dozens of Putian in the hall arranged in a fan shape, and Lingbao Tianzun sat cross-legged in the center.

Lingbao Tianzun had a halo behind his head, holding a Ruyi in his hand, and looked extraordinary.

"Did you bet right?"

The appearance of Lingbao Tianzun in front of him was exactly the same as that recorded in the ancient Taoist books, and he exuded the breath of Taoism.

On the altar was a corpse covered with white cloth.

Shen Lian just had a fluke mentality, but saw a prompt on the career panel.

[The profession of "Shangqing Xiesui" has been triggered, and the necessary conditions are missing and cannot be employed]

"Shangqing Xiesui?"

Shen Lian looked at Lingbao Tianzun again. The smile on the latter's mouth became more and more hideous, and there was a shallow blood mark on his neck.

"Wrong!"

"Ah?"

Shen Lian turned around and retreated. After a few steps, he noticed a fishy wind blowing.

He opened his eyes behind his head.

Lingbao Tianzun was still in the same place, but his face was getting closer and closer to him, the skin and flesh on his neck were torn, and his spine was infinitely stretched.

"God of Plague, why don't you come to listen to the fruit of the immortal way?"

In the blink of an eye, his face was shortened to less than half a meter.

The upper and lower jaws separated, and the layers of teeth extended deep into the throat, and each tooth had a word of scripture flashing in it.

"Fuck you!"

Seeing that there was no escape, Shen Lian took out the Guandao Talisman before the roots of the teleportation tree shrank.

His face was stunned, his upper and lower jaws closed, and he sank into the hall with a half-smile.

Shen Lian grabbed the Jade Rabbit and ran out of the main gate in a panic. A dozen immortals stopped in front of the stairs, and their empty eyes exuded coldness.

The Guandao Talisman ignited without fire and turned into ashes bit by bit.

He cursed inwardly a few times and jumped into the left gate in a flash.

Zheng Lun frowned slightly, and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva beside him coughed repeatedly, with pus flowing from his mouth and nose, a sign of physical and soul collapse.

"Zheng Lun, we can't delay any longer. I need to bathe in the Buddha's light as soon as possible!!!"