I can't be a demon

The ordinary monks at Daci'en Temple were even more unbearable and stopped chanting sutras in unison.

A pair of eyes looked like wolves and tigers. If Shen Lian hadn't followed Huang Mei to practice, he already belonged to the Buddha, and someone would have been unable to hold back and pounced on him.

"Oh shit!"

"Huang Mei, I remember you!!"

Shen Lian finally realized how Jin Chanzi felt. No matter whether others could threaten him or not, their naked eyes seemed to be looking at a plate of food.

"What a conspiracy, actively drawing the Buddha's light to act on me."

Shen Lian had only two paths, either to be eaten dry and his flesh and bones laid the foundation for all the Buddhas in the West, or to stand out and become a Buddha.

He swept away with a sneer, his murderous intent undisguised.

"Just wait for me, Huang Mei, the debt you owe now will be repaid in four hundred years!"

Shen Lian no longer concealed his energy and blood, and the murderous intent revealed in his eyes made people around him afraid to step forward, and he headed towards his destination openly.

………

Guangmu Hall.

There is no shadow at all in the palace, and the sound of wooden fish is endless.

The Buddha statue of Jialan [Guangmu], which protects the teachings, is 40 to 50 meters long. There are 23 monks kneeling beside it, knocking wooden fish with each other.

The candle flickered.

Due to the subtle changes in light and darkness, the wide-eyed Buddha statue's glaring expression seems to be in fear, and it is fearful of the monks who worship it.

[Shou Ping] is in the first place, holding the Buddhist beads in his left hand and transforming the magic with his right hand.

He is obviously the most senior Buddhist disciple in Guangmu Hall. His appearance is eighty-nine times similar to Protector Jialan. I am afraid that it will not take long before he can achieve enlightenment and go to the next reincarnation.

"Senior Brother Shouping."

A monk hurriedly came in from outside the hall and called cautiously.

"What's the matter?"

The monk was so frightened that he didn't even dare to take a deep breath. He quickly explained: "Senior Brother Shouping, there will be twelve Buddhist disciples coming to Guangmu Hall."

"The poor monk naturally knows. Don't worry, they will not affect our resources."

Shouhei added calmly: "I will let them clean the Buddha statues for fifteen years, chant sutras and pray for fifteen years, serve us for fifteen years, and only after forty-five years will they be exposed to Buddhist practice."

"good."

"Senior Brother Shengming, only by honing their character can they help their subsequent practice."

"Amitabha, you are right. If you cannot bear your temper for forty-five years, you will sooner or later fall into the devil's path and never be reincarnated."

The monk spoke sanctimoniously, as if he was thinking of others.

In fact, if we put it in reality, the monks who worship at Daci'en Temple are all ordinary people. They can only die of exhaustion of life after sitting in front of the Buddha for forty-five years.

"No, Senior Brother Shouping, there is a person who is the disciple of Buddha whom I have personally appointed!"

"who?!"

Shouping's eyes widened. When he opened his eyes, there were hundreds of eyes popping up all over his body, as if actual malice was spreading out.

And each eye has two pupils, one large and one small, rotating crazily.

A creepy vortex formed.

There was deathly silence in Guangmu Hall, and the monks turned their heads away one after another. Whenever Shouping looked directly at him, the former would be displeased.

Shouping has been practicing for two hundred years, but he has been unable to achieve perfection.

Even in the past fifty years, my cultivation has been retreating instead of advancing.

The phenomenon of double pupils also appeared not long ago, which means that the consciousness of Protector Jialan gradually gained the upper hand in Shouping's body.

"How can I be in the same room with the emperor-appointed disciple of the Buddha? Hahaha, it's impossible for him to achieve perfection one step ahead of me, right?"

No one answered, they all knew that Shouhei was going crazy.

Shouping's aura was extremely chaotic, and a monk hurriedly came forward, "Senior brother, according to the Buddhist teachings [Jialan Duomu Heart Sutra] taught by you, I deprived the wisdom root just from Guangmu."

The monk held an eyeball as big as a fist, its surface covered with bloodshot eyes and full of malice.

The so-called wisdom root is naturally the organ that protects Jialan, and wide eyes, especially the pupils, are necessary resources for them to practice Buddhism.

Shouping took the eye pupil Huigen, and after swallowing it, the signs of double pupils slowly disappeared.

He returned to being expressionless, "I see, no matter what the relationship between the other party and the Living Buddha is, we cannot have any different attitudes because of this."

"Let him practice with us."

The other monks couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Shouhei's attitude softening.

The origin of Shen Lian is unclear at the moment, but to be able to call the living Buddha his uncle, he probably once had a certain status in the Western Lingshan Mountain.

Snap, snap, snap.

Walking from far to near, surrounded by hundreds of figures, twelve people came to Guangmu Hall.

With the isolation of the palace, Shouping didn't notice anything strange until Shen Lian pushed open the door and his heart suddenly beat wildly.

The extremely pure Qi and blood hit his face.

Shouhei groaned, his eyes again filled with dense double eyes.

He covered his chest with force, his strong appetite almost overpowering his mood. Looking at Shen Lian, his eyes were full of thoughts of eating.

"eat……"

"Eat him and I will be able to achieve perfection immediately!!"

Not only Shouping, the other monks are also ready to take action

They are like a group of hyenas following their prey. As long as one of them cannot hold it any longer, the rest will immediately swarm up.

Shen Lian ignored others and looked at the Buddha statue of Protector Jialan.

In the original work of Journey to the West, the four masters and disciples traveled westward. In the dark, there were also the Five Directions, the Fourth Level Gong Cao, the Six Ding Liujia and more than a dozen protective Jialan.

Who would have thought that Protector Jialan would be reduced to food.

"Talk behind closed doors."

The monk hurriedly closed the door of Guangmu Hall, but there was still a figure lingering outside.

The temptation of Tang Monk's meat was really too great, and the wisdom roots bred by Protector Jialan were hard to compare with Shen Lian, who had the bones of the Seven Treasures Buddha.

In addition, Huang Mei has been bewitching the monks intentionally or unintentionally.

The law of the jungle is evident in the Daci'en Temple. Looking at all the Buddhist disciples, it is estimated that there are only a few who are sane.

Even though he looks compassionate on the outside, his heart is already twisted.

"I wonder what you call me?"

Shouping beats the wooden fish, and the rapid sound indicates that he is upset.

Shen Lian was too lazy to reply. The remaining soul communicated with the bones of the Seven Treasures Buddha, and then visualized the Protector Jialan. He suddenly felt a sense of great enlightenment.

Presumably it won't be long before the golden body method associated with the protection of Jialan Guangmu can be created.

Shen Lian replaced the Buddha's son and assimilated into the Buddha through the Golden Body Method, which could avoid the hidden hand left by Huang Mei and thereby counteract the martial arts.

"When the golden body method is perfected, 80% will go to the fourth reincarnation."

"Well, I can be stuck in Dacheng and not be in a hurry to be promoted. I can't let go of the golden body of the twelve guardian Jialan..."

While Shen Lian was thinking, Shouping had become impatient.

"You...don't know what to call me?"

Shouping pointed at Shen Lian and asked again, his voice trembling, Buddha light flowing around his body, his cultivation level equivalent to that of an alchemist in the eighth realm.

The other monks asked questions one after another, and the hall seemed extremely noisy.

Shen Lian turned around and glanced at Shouping.

"Heavenly Plague."

"Junior Brother Tianwen, you are different from those mediocre people who do nothing. You are the disciple of the Buddha appointed by our Buddha, and you must have the innate Buddha nature."

Shen Lian stared at Shouping coldly, while the monks around him slowly moved closer.

Shouping signaled them to stop, "Junior Brother Tianwen, I have visualized Protector Jialan for hundreds of years and comprehended the Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra. If you don't mind, I will teach it to you."

"Need not."

Shen Lian refused without hesitation. The Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra was not reliable just because Shouping looked like he was about to go crazy.

Shouping became angry with embarrassment and his face turned red.

"I don't have to eat you, as long as you practice the Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra and give me the wisdom root that you gather every ten days."

"You have to think carefully. Among the twelve palaces now, I am the only one who is kind and soft-hearted."

Shouping kept yelling, but Shen Lian still showed no reaction in front of him.

"Senior brother, why don't you let me see the Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra."