I can't be a demon

Shen Lian took several steps back and opened his eyes while facing away from his uncle.

Lingtai Fangcun, who was always successful, did not gain anything. He only knew that once he stepped into the forest, he would be in danger of death.

"In other words, the only area where I can move is the official road."

"Official road? Jin Chanzi? Huangquan? Xiaobailong?"

"What is the connection? This place is really weird."

Shen Lian pretended to have finished urinating, helped his uncle to clean up the Buddha statue, and took the initiative to tie the Buddha statue behind his back. The hollow wooden material was not heavy.

"Uncle, can you tell me about the living Buddha?"

"The living Buddha came to fulfill his vow."

Uncle breathed quickly and explained in a low voice: "Any contact with the living Buddha can satisfy your wishes."

"But the living Buddha only receives officials and wealthy families in the capital. You and I may be able to go to Daci'en Temple with the help of the Buddha statue to see its appearance."

"I see."

The more Shen Lian listened, the more he felt that it was not Jin Chanzi, but he did not refute.

The two walked for more than ten miles one after the other.

Shen Lian got information about Jin Chanzi indirectly, but the journey was too smooth, not to mention demons, even wild beasts were not seen.

"Country boy, that is a caravan escorted by the Longxing Escort Agency in the city. If you train yourself up, you can also join the escort agency and make some big money."

Shen Lian glanced at it and saw that the goods transported by the Longxing Escort Agency were heavy, so the speed was slow and they passed by the two.

He could hear the escort complaining that the old horse was becoming less and less useful.

Apart from the caravan, Shen Lian only saw a tea shop set up by a couple on the side of the road, and the official road was extremely sparsely populated.

"Country boy, look, the Yingke Temple is coming."

As the Yingke Temple appeared in the distance, the words of the third uncle became nagging.

Shen Lian tried his best to collect useful information from it.

At the end of the day, Huangquan left Shen Lian with an extremely strange impression.

Sparse and ordinary strangeness.

As the Yellow Spring that accommodates billions of souls, even if memories are born from the roots of the peach tree, it should not be so ordinary.

Shen Lian even has the urge to return to Yanliang Town to confirm whether it is the teleportation tree of the Yellow Spring.

"Country boy, there is only the old abbot in the Yingke Temple. I am quite familiar with him. Remember to call him Master Dahui when we meet."

"Yes."

Shen Lian nodded. The Yingke Temple is actually a dilapidated temple.

He could see at a glance that there was almost no incense in the Yingke Temple. It was so poor that it was still reluctant to light candles at sunset.

Dong Dong Dong.

Uncle San knocked on the door of the temple and took out a dozen copper coins from his arms to use as incense money.

After a creak, the door opened a little.

"Master Dahui..."

An old monk came to the door, and his blood was disordered.

Although Shen Lian could not leave his body, he could tell from his eyes that the old monk had been frightened not long ago, causing his blood to attack his heart.

"Ahem, this temple is not accepting you these days."

"Master Dahui, it's me, Yu San. What happened?"

The old monk shook his head helplessly when he heard the name of his third uncle. "It's you, Mr. Yu. I haven't seen you for two or three years."

"Master Dahui, I have been farming at home. My nephew is short of money for his wedding, so I came to deliver the Buddha to Da Ci'en Temple..."

"Don't say anymore!"

The old monk's tone became excited when he heard about Da Ci'en Temple.

"Hey, Mr. Yu, why don't you continue farming at home? Why do you have to get involved in Da Ci'en Temple at this time of year? Hey."

The third uncle was so scared that his face turned pale. Obviously, he was very convinced by the old monk's words.

"Master Dahui, is this trip dangerous?"

"Go home immediately after delivering the Buddha. Don't stay too long."

"Thank you, Master Dahui, for your enlightenment."

The third uncle pulled Shen Lian to bow respectfully to the old monk with his hands clasped together. There was a rapid cough and sighs behind the door.

"Donor Yu, it's not that I won't let you in."

The old monk explained, "I calculated that I will soon die, but I still have a few years left. I'm afraid it's caused by external factors."

"Master Dahui, you mean..."

"I heard that the court posted a notice in front of the capital gate, saying that demons are lurking in the mountains. My last calamity may be caused by demons."

After saying that, the old monk closed the door and walked away.

"Go, go, go!"

Uncle San looked up at the sky. The sunset had dyed the clouds red. Groups of bats flew in the air, and the movements of wild beasts became more frequent.

"If we speed up, we should be able to reach the capital before it gets dark."

Shen Lian walked behind Uncle San, thinking about the demons.

"Uncle San, what year is it now?"

"You must have lived a foolish life. Of course it's the 26th year of Zhenguan. In another 15 days, I can live another year when the New Year comes."

Shen Lian thought to himself that it was true. It was only half a month away from the great catastrophe of heaven and earth. I wonder what the purpose of Jin Chanzi's coming to the capital this time was.

He was very interested in the demons mentioned by the old monk.

The Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago was different from the later generations.

At that time, there were almost no traces of demons in the Tang Dynasty. Only when you go to Lingshan in the west can you see the scene where mortals are treated like grass.

"Da Ci'en Temple may be the reason why the Tang Dynasty has become a land of demons."

Shen Lian was tense, always feeling that accidents could happen at any time. He dared not neglect the bone blade on his waist, and there was a shadow spreading a thousand meters to protect his safety.

But the result was unexpected.

After climbing over several hills in a row, Shen Lian did not detect any demon breath except for occasionally finding a few tracks of wild beasts' footprints.

After three or four hours of non-stop work, Uncle San became breathless.

The two came to the top of the hill and looked towards the capital. They were shocked by the scene in front of them. The brilliant Buddha light illuminated the darkness, and every brick and tile of the capital was golden.

In the center of the capital, there was a 14-story pagoda. The Buddha light was emitted from the pagoda, which was refreshing.

Shen Lian found that the Buddha light was different. It was not as corrosive as the Buddha light of later generations.

When it shone, it was like bathing in the sun. The flesh and bones produced a warm current to nourish the organs, and even the life span of the body was slowly increasing.

"It is worthy of being a living Buddha."

Uncle San couldn't help but admired: "One person's birth can benefit thousands of people, but Master Dahui is right. It is inevitable that demons and monsters will be born in places where the Buddha's light cannot shine."

Shen Lian responded repeatedly, and then something was wrong.

His body and soul became listless, and the temperature of the Buddha's light began to rise.

"Hey, thank you for your hard work, country boy."

Uncle San saw Shen Lian's discomfort and guilt in his eyes. He took the Buddha statue and continued to walk. Shen Lian followed behind with all his strength.

Shen Lian communicated with the teleportation tree and prepared to escape into the tree hole.

After the lotus platform blocked the Buddha's light from entering his body, he was just a little dazed.

Shen Lian was unwilling to let go of the truth that was about to happen. In any case, unless the Buddha's light hurt his foundation, he would have to take a look at the capital.

For twenty or thirty minutes, he had been fighting against the Buddha's light.

As the city gate got closer and closer, Shen Lian's daze became more and more intense.

"Country boy? Why don't you leave? Don't scare Uncle San."

Shen Lian grabbed the handle of the bone blade and fell into a trance a hundred meters away from the city gate.

It was just a moment of trance, but he felt dizzy, and then the trance brought by the Buddha's light disappeared, and his five senses returned to normal.

"Country boy! Country boy!!"

"Country boy, you finally woke up! Thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva."

"Uncle San, let's go to the capital first, I'm fine..."

Shen Lian didn't finish his words, his expression was stiff and he stood there, subconsciously reaching out to grab a locust leaf that fell on his head.

The official road was paved with gravel, and there were dense forests on both sides of the road.