I can't be a demon

The monks came to their senses, the fear in their eyes was palpable, and the Buddha's light swelled all over their bodies, and they desperately waved their fists to stop Shen Lian's actions.

Abbot Mingran stumbled into the temple, knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and prayed.

Bang bang bang bang.

Shen Lian moved his index finger, and his fingertips landed on the foreheads of the monks one by one. When he pulled them out, a little blood fell, and their souls were wiped out.

"It's really scary. What did the Yellow-browed Old Buddha find in the ruins of Heavenly Court?"

He glanced at his fingertips and saw that the flesh that had touched the twisted monk turned into a vortex.

You must know that I am a real Earth Immortal with unprecedented foundation, but I ended up getting hurt when I faced a group of monks from the fake eighth realm.

Shen Lian passed over the stunned Yan Wen and came to the simple temple.

He ignored the abbot Ming Ran who was knocking the wooden fish and chanting sutras. He looked at the Buddha statue and couldn't help but smile: "The appearance is somewhat similar to mine."

There is a line of large characters engraved on the plaque.

【Now Buddha Sakyamuni】

"Interesting, I haven't even joined Xiaoleiyin Temple yet, Master Huangmei has already helped me shape a statue of Buddha, Sakyamuni? Haha, Master, Master, why are you still thinking about it?"

Shen Lian picked up a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures on the altar and began to read them.

Soon, he discovered records about the great demon.

"When Sakyamuni became enlightened, a wisp of demonic thoughts turned into the demon Lord Tianwen. Tianwen was the Lord of the Buddha's Desire Realm. He was an evil person and a murderer. He always hated the Buddha's teachings."

There are related illustrations in Buddhist scriptures, which show a demon and a Buddha that look similar to each other.

The center of Sakyamuni's eyebrows is a clockwise vortex, and the center of the demon's eyebrows is a counterclockwise vortex. The picture shows Sakyamuni pressing the demon without moving.

Shen Lian sneered a few times. It seemed that Huang Mei had foreseen that he would come to Xiaoxitian, and he also knew this unknown scripture very well.

"But, since the devil is talking about me, Sakyamuni seems to have other intentions."

Shen Lian had a lot of thoughts, and an idea came to his mind.

at the same time.

The scriptures recited by Abbot Mingran became more and more chaotic, the facial features became more distorted, and his face was like a sunken vortex of terror.

Then he held his head in his hands and his body became as thin as a stick.

The talisman held by Yan Wen spontaneously ignited without fire, and his face turned pale with fear.

He did not stay away from the temple immediately. Although he did not know the origin of the demon lord, it was obvious that Shen Lian was on the opposite side of Xiao Xitian.

"Devil...Demon Lord, that ghost monk has achieved enlightenment and is about to be promoted to human immortal, or Lord Jialan. You'd better be careful."

After Yan Wen reminded him, Shen Lian put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

"Don't leave! Demon Lord!!"

Understand the vague murmur of the abbot, the distorted facial features gradually disappeared, and the vortex formed a clockwise sutra between the eyebrows.

From the naked eye's perspective, Abbot Mingran was skinny and almost dead.

If you pass the unknown scripture, you will know that the abbot's Buddha's light has risen into the sky, his skin is stained with gold, and his aura is extremely powerful.

"I, the Buddha, have mercy and let me come and save you, this great demon!"

Shen Lian still stood there, feeling the strangeness in his body and soul, as if there was an invisible force twisting his body and soul.

Unknown Sutra took the initiative to fight, but after all, it was only at the level of Hinayana Buddhism. Before long, a vortex appeared in his chest.

The abbot's confidence increased greatly and he continued to recite a few verses.

Then four pairs of arms grew out from the ribs, the neck rose half a meter, and the Buddha's light formed a terrifyingly deformed phantom of the Buddha behind the head.

"After she has saved the great demon, she will definitely be received by Sakyamuni. It is not impossible to achieve Arhat status by then."

Abbot Mingzhu's twisted limbs stretched out, and his fists felt like a Thousand Arms Fist.

The shadow behind his head made the same move, and the whole temple seemed to be shrouded in splendor, showing a strength far beyond that of a first-time immortal.

Yan Wen could feel the terror of the abbot with just his naked eyes.

He was full of distracting thoughts, and only by facing the evil Buddha directly could he understand the despair in it. Ordinary monks could advance to immortality only after a narrow escape, but the evil Buddha could advance by leaps and bounds with a simple epiphany.

It's no wonder that Xiao Xitian doesn't care about the remaining eight disciples.

"How to recapture the Eight Traditions? Does Zhengshen really have any hope of defeating Huang Mei?"

Yan Wen's face turned blue and purple, his body, soul and aura went crazy. Despair almost broke his heart, his legs softened and he knelt down.

He heard Shen Lian tut, as if praising Xiao Xitian.

Yan Wen raised his head and happened to see Buddha seals hitting Shen Lian one after another. The latter smiled and caressed the bone blade on his waist with an intriguing expression.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "How can you put your hope in the Demon Lord? Even if the Demon Lord is willing to help the Eight Departments, he is not from the same sect..."

As soon as the thought came out, an indescribable heat hit my face.

Yan Wen subconsciously covered his face, his skin and flesh were sizzling, it was obviously the extremely hot blood, and his expression was incredible.

"A warrior? How can he be a warrior!"

Yan Wen looked again and saw that Shen Lian's right hand had expanded to the size of ten meters.

It was clear that the abbot had no power to fight back, his head was firmly grasped by his right hand, and his other arms struggled constantly, but the power gap was too great.

Yan Wen's eyes were full of trance, as if the actual energy and blood were not fake.

In an instant.

Shen Lian's fingers contracted suddenly, his muscles tightened, and his energy and blood had reached the point where he could no longer look directly, making Yan Wen's eyes burst into tears.

"Hello."

Yan Wen heard Shen Lian calling him and quickly wiped away his tears.

Shen Lian asked: "This man is the abbot of the temple. Will it cause trouble if he dies?"

Abbot Mingran squeezed out words from his throat, "Demon...Demon Lord, I will never...let you go..."

"Hurry up and tell me."

Yan Wen hesitated and said, "It's okay in the short term, but all the temples within a thousand miles are under the jurisdiction of a Bodhisattva. When the day of offering sacrifices comes, the Bodhisattva will definitely notice something."

"It's okay in the short term."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, a slight muffled sound echoed.

Flesh and bones were squeezed out from between the fingers, and the headless corpse fell to the ground. The limbs twitched for a while and then the breath stopped abruptly.

Shen Lian's right arm returned to normal, but the fingers were twisted out of shape.

"It's a hedgehog, you can't touch it, you'll be unlucky if you touch it."

He used his strength to forcefully straighten his fingers one by one.

Fortunately, only the flesh was twisted. If it was the soul, it would probably have problems with cognition, and the true and false cognition would be reversed.

"What's your name?"

Shen Lian opened his mouth and swallowed, and all the corpses were submerged in the furnace.

Yan Wen shuddered, "Master, I am Yan Wen, an outer disciple of the Ministry of Finance, not from Xiao Xitian, but from..."

"You practiced martial arts?"

When Yan Wen heard Shen Lian mention martial arts, he was more certain that the latter was also a martial artist.

"Yes, most of the eight Nuo immortals were killed or injured, and the immortal seeds had been extinct a hundred years ago. Now the eight sects only have martial arts."

Yan Wen asked cautiously, "Master, do you know my master Gao Qiu?"

"How is Gao Qiu?"

When Shen Lian heard the familiar name, he realized that the eight disciples who survived to this day were probably formed by Gao Qiu.

"Master has become a human immortal, but it's a pity that he got too few martial arts immortal seeds at the time, otherwise we wouldn't have to look for the traces of the true gods."

Yan Wen guessed that Shen Lian was one of the few people who got martial arts immortal seeds at the time.

He was secretly excited. In this way, the eight tribes would have two human immortals, and Gao Qiu wouldn't have to fight alone, and the chances of finding the true gods would be increased.

Shen Lian didn't expect Gao Qiu to have become an immortal.

With Gao Qiu's qualifications, every step must be extremely difficult. He also has to lead the eight disciples to regroup. He is no longer the junior brother in my impression.

"Where is Gao Qiu?"

"He has already gone deep into Xiaoxitian. Only Master knows the details. I can only contact him for a moment every six months."

Shen Lian suspected that the ghost father and other demons were also with Gao Qiu, otherwise it was unrealistic for a mere human immortal to survive in Xiaoxitian.

He stretched lazily, "Yan Wen, I will stay here for a while. If you have any doubts about martial arts, just ask me."

Yan Wen said softly: "Senior, Master said that martial arts cannot be studied in depth."

"Huh?"

"He said that martial arts was created by Sakyamuni. Practicing martial arts is to make wedding clothes for Sakyamuni, so the eight-part Taoist tradition must be re-established."

Shen Lian grinned, and his blood and qi kept leaking out.