I can't be a demon

The spiritual light throbbed.

Not long after, shopkeeper Shen Hansheng, who had been away from home for more than half a year, returned home.

Because Shen Hansheng entered Gao Laozhuang by mistake, his energy and blood were almost exhausted, and the missing half of his body and soul had begun to give birth to ghosts.

Shen Lian used his wisdom to identify, and the ghosts of Shen Hansheng's twins were gone.

Zhu Bajie's aura quietly appeared and entered Shen Hansheng's Niwan Palace. Suddenly, ghosts appeared in the shops on Yongcui Street in Gaolaozhuang.

At the moment when Ghost Dad was born, Zhu Bajie's soliloquy echoed in the store.

"I, the old pig, wanted to resurrect my senior brother, but after running for thousands of years, I couldn't find the body. I wanted to rescue the little white dragon, but I couldn't get what I wanted."

"Master, I, an old pig, only want to keep my word in my next life."

The ghost father opened his eyes and awakened to the unique taboo [Speech is followed by the law], but his spiritual intelligence was still unclear.

Gao Cuilan's aura had no place to rest and slowly dissipated as time passed.

Just when the spiritual light is about to be destroyed.

Gao Laozhuang held a grand wedding banquet, and Gao Cuilan's aura followed the ghost father into the Gao Mansion, and under the influence of his words, it turned into a spiritual throne.

………

Western Spirit Mountain.

The layers of mountains are independent of each other, and the surface of the mountain is full of caves. At first glance, it looks like a honeycomb, which is creepy.

Deep in a cave, the darkness seems to be alive.

Snap, snap, snap.

The sound of digging sounded, and the fishy smell intensified.

The ghost father held a nine-tooth rake and dug the cave aimlessly. From time to time, scattered bone fragments were dug out. The bone fragments were still adhered to the flesh and blood, and mysterious spiritual patterns were looming.

"How long...how long should I dig before I can go home?"

He would rather stay in the bustling temple of Yanliang Town. There has been no change in the Western Lingshan Mountains for four hundred years, only eternal loneliness.

The ghost father was in a trance, and there was a faint Buddha light flickering in his body.

It is obviously a ghost with deep resentment, but there are signs of becoming a Buddha immediately in the Western Lingshan Mountain. It is more and more similar to the Pure Altar Messenger in the classics.

At this moment.

The ghost father was filled with resentment and became confused.

Memories of waves and waves emerged in his mind, all from Zhu Bajie, and the nine-tooth rake began to shake uncontrollably.

The ghost father flipped through the memories from the perspective of a bystander, with a bright Buddha's light rising from the back of his head.

Rumble.

The cave was shaken, and it lasted for half a breath and then stopped abruptly.

"I am...Shen Hansheng, also Zhu Bajie."

"A-Lian is coming, I must capture a spiritual mountain and rebuild the pawn shop!"

Chapter 383 Traveling to the underworld with the banyan tree

The collapse of Xiaoxitian caused three years of drought in the Tang Dynasty. Fortunately, the underground river was full of water vapor, which prevented the people from living in dire straits.

Yanliang Town.

More than three hundred years have passed, and this small town surrounded by mountains and rivers has changed.

Nowadays, Yanliang Town has become the center where the north and the south meet. The permanent population once approached one million, and countless caravans come and go every day.

At the same time, Wuzu Temple is very prosperous, and anyone who comes there will bow down to the statue of Zhongkui.

The largest Wuzu Temple in the area is located on He Feng Street. Yes, the descendants of the original waiter still failed to hold on to the foundation.

Not long ago, the pawn shop was converted into a temple to worship the martial ancestors and mountain gods.

Squeak.

When Old Miao Zhu saw that it was getting late, he started to close the gate, followed by a dozen children of four or five years old, all of whom were practicing martial arts in the temple.

"Master, I heard from my father that the Martial Ancestor lived here hundreds of years ago."

Lao Miao Zhu scratched his head, "Xiao Fan, Wu Ancestor is an immortal from heaven, how can he live in the market like us mortals? Besides, the temple was once a pawn shop used to mortgage items."

"oh."

Xiaofan looked disappointed, causing the other children to burst into laughter.

The old temple man Zhu Han smiled as he watched them fight with each other, then walked into the main hall alone and wiped the unattractive statue of Wu Zu.

"Martial arts, martial arts, it's really something you can't understand."

"It is said that martial arts was extremely prosperous three hundred years ago. Martial Ancestor taught martial arts everywhere and helped us mortals suppress demons and ghosts."

"But now..."

Lao Miao Zhu shook his head, having heard rumors from the outside world.

For some reason, martial arts seems to have been inexplicably cut off. It has been two or three hundred years since the Eighth Realm of Immortal Movement appeared, and even the Seventh Realm of Dao Ying became increasingly rare in the Tang Dynasty.

In addition, high-level warriors have been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and now the Tang Dynasty...

Laomiao Zhu let out a long sigh. There was no threat from demons. There was a new war within the Tang Dynasty, and various forces were recruiting troops.

Alas, I don’t know how long the peaceful days can last.

"My father-in-law, how long ago was the temple built?"

Laomiao Zhu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head in surprise and saw a man with his back to him, looking at the statue of Wu Zu.

"You... the temple is closed, don't disturb Master Wu Zu."

"The statue is well made, father-in-law. How long ago was the temple built?"

Shen Lian asked again, and Lao Miaozhu answered for some unknown reason: "Yes...it has been more than a year. I was transferred from Qingfeng Temple in the west of the city, and I have been recognized by the government."

"What a pity, this place was originally owned by my family."

Shen Lian did not become angry because of shame.

He did not explain anything to the government before he went into seclusion in the Dragon Palace. As time went by, things and people changed, and he might have been deified as a martial ancestor.

Old Miao Zhu hesitated and said: "This is the residence of the mountain god. It was at the bottom of the mountain god tree that Master Wuzu taught the true meaning of martial arts."

"Hahaha."

"Yeah, I do like to do some thankless things."

"ah?"

The rag in the old temple keeper's hand fell, and he saw Shen Lian's profile through the candlelight.

He had served Wu Zu for more than fifty years, so how could he not know that Shen Lian and Wu Zu's statue were four or five points similar, especially the charm and the drowsy crow on his shoulder.

"You, you, you..."

The old temple keeper didn't know what to say, his mind was blank.

A child sniffed and rushed into the main hall. He noticed the motionless old temple keeper and quickly reached out to wake him up, "Master, Master."

The old temple keeper came back to his senses, but Shen Lian was nowhere to be found.

He hurried to the statue and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Master Wu Zu! Master Wu Zu! You must have heard what I said and were dissatisfied with the current situation of the Tang Dynasty."

The old temple keeper was also a man who knew how to deal with things, and he informed the government without hesitation.

Soon.

The rumor about Wu Zu's appearance spread like wildfire, but it only added a few more incense, after all, only the old temple keeper saw it.

Smoke of war still rose everywhere. The evil spirits had subsided, but human disasters were hidden.

"Every sip and every bite is destined."

Shen Lian sat cross-legged on the top of the banyan tree, watching the blooming Yanliang Town, holding the harvested human bag in his palm and refining it continuously.

Compared with the grade of acquired things, the trouble of the human bag backlash is not worth mentioning.

Moreover, only by refining this treasure can he release the thousands of souls in it, so that the martial arts in the world can return to the right track.

You know, the reason why warriors find it difficult to break through the eight realms of the divine journey is because they are born with incomplete souls.

The human bag is indeed terrifying.

Even newborn babies will have their souls taken away silently.

After finishing Yaochi, Shen Lian did not rush to return to the mortal world. He has been helping the eight tribes of the ghost market to re-establish the Taoist tradition, and exploring the ruins of the old heaven.

It turned out that there were only a few ruins at the end of the ghost market, and most of them were missing.

The remaining fragmentary memories yielded almost no results, which was a pity, but it also showed that after the Peach Banquet, the immortals and gods all chose to refine the scriptures.

The eight righteous gods were seriously injured and went into seclusion, but fortunately their lives were safe.