I can't be a demon

"It's me, Mingxin."

He trembled all over, and was pulled into a corner by Mingxin after hesitation.

At no close distance, he noticed that Mingxin's body and soul were full, and he seemed not to be affected by the Xiaozhu Sutra, and his cultivation level had even improved.

"Wuxian, you are going to die, continue to obey the Buddha for ten deaths and no rebirth."

Wu Xiang opened his mouth wide and said in fear: "Ming Xin, what nonsense are you talking about? We are worshiping boys in life and death. If we rebel against the spiritual mountain, we will never be reincarnated."

"Is it important? It is the general trend to join the Shen family pawnshop."

Mingxin's expression was enthusiastic, "We are all waiting for the arrival of the Martial Ancestor who will save the world. He will take us to the other side of the sea of ​​suffering, instead of being reduced to a withered skeleton at the bottom of the Buddha Mountain!!"

Wuxiang was speechless.

Starting decades ago, a cult called the Shen Family Pawnshop appeared in Mount Kayaba.

It was relatively obscure at first, and it was said that there were only two or three people.

But as time went by, the worshiping boys who were not willing to die gradually joined in, and more and more monks believed that the so-called Martial Ancestor was born.

At least 500 of the thousands of boys worshiped at Mount Kasyapa are already among them.

"Mingxin, there are more than a hundred spiritual mountains in Mount Kasyapa!"

Wuxiang broke into cold sweat, "Any Bodhisattva who regains consciousness after pupation in any spiritual mountain will notice your actions."

"You are still alive, but no Bodhisattva has awakened in the past hundred years."

Ming Xin smiled coldly, "Wuxiang, I have nothing to do with Zhai Xinxin Mountain, so I can live beyond the age of one hundred and twenty. Even if the sky falls and the earth falls, every extra day of living is earned."

Wu Xiang froze on the spot, and the sound of chanting sutras suddenly sounded in his ears.

Bang bang bang.

The flesh and bones made strange noises, and the Buddha's light was pulled away bit by bit. Wuxiang suddenly became more than ten years older, with ravines all over his face.

"Wuxiang, it's up to you. If you want to leave Lingshan, come to the dilapidated temple in the northwest corner in five hours."

After Mingxin said that, she turned around and left.

After Wuxiang regained some strength, he walked towards the spiritual field in a daze.

On the way, he saw emaciated corpses in extremely miserable state of death, being broken into pieces and buried under the bodhi tree by others.

Thousands of people and thousands of faces.

Wuxiang looked around, but he didn't see the Paradise, it was clearly the eighteenth level of hell.

He turned around and left. Not wanting to wait any longer for five hours, he carefully arrived at the dilapidated temple Ming Xin had told him about. There was no one nearby.

The temple has been idle for a long time, and most of the eaves have collapsed.

When Wuxiang opened the door, he found that there was a cave inside.

There was a constant stream of noise.

The counter stands tall, and the wooden countertop has been rubbed by the years. The tables and chairs are arranged neatly, and one or two hundred worshiping boys are sitting cross-legged and practicing.

After Wuxiang stepped into the Shen family's pawnshop, he felt relaxed all over.

At the same time, the Xiao Zhu Zhen Jing in the body is no longer active.

The shopkeeper with a pig's head was sitting behind the counter, holding an abacus and calculating accounts. The worship boy was extremely respectful to him.

Mingxin patted Wuxiang's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Wuxiang, I knew you would make the right choice."

"Why."

Wuxiang sighed, it was too late to regret it anymore, he could feel the Xiaozhu Sutra being driven away from his soul.

"I'll take you to see the shopkeeper."

Ming Xin quickly came to the counter and saluted Ghost Dad.

The ghost father looked a little indifferent and nodded slightly.

"Shop Manager Shen, my junior brother Wu Xiang wants to apply for a job as a pawn shop clerk. You see..."

"Can."

The ghost father added: "But the pawn shop in Elysium does not need so many guys, I will allocate some of them to the Bone Cave."

Wu Xiang couldn't understand what the ghost father was talking about, but he only knew that he had an inexplicable connection with the pawnshop.

"If you want to stay at the Shen family pawnshop for a long time, you'd better practice martial arts..."

As the ghost father spoke, Wu Xiang heard the sound of bones colliding all over his body, and then, a faint force gathered in his lower dantian.

In just one sentence, Wuxiang has become a warrior in the four realms of foundation building.

Moreover, strange scriptures breed in Niwan Palace.

When Wu Xiang came into contact with the martial arts scriptures, he understood why Ming Xin rebelled against Lingshan. There were no drawbacks in refining the scriptures, and he would not go crazy and turn into a mindless monster.

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

There was no restlessness in Wuxiang's eyes anymore, and he was performing the pile technique with his eyes closed in the corner of the pawn shop lobby.

At this moment, he discovered that the other enshrined boys were practicing martial arts, and their progress was rapid, and many monks were already in the eighth realm.

Staying in the pawn shop uneasily, the human immortal's cultivation was quickly transformed into strength.

If it were placed elsewhere, they would have to spend a lot of money to repair it. The pawn shop is shrouded in the taboo of being able to do whatever the ghost father says, so everything goes smoothly.

Wu Xiang is promoted step by step to the seventh realm of Tao Ying, and the traces of Lingshan Taoism are being erased.

He blended into the atmosphere of the pawn shop and watched as the number of worshiping boys entering the store continued to increase. The ghost father expanded the space several times, and Mount Kasyapa became increasingly deserted outside.

Before long, more than 80% of the worshiping boys came to the pawn shop.

Everyone knows that several spiritual mountains in Kasyapa Mountain are about to be born, and the peace of the pawn shop will be broken at any time, but no one leaves.

There is no end to martial arts. As long as you climb upward, you will become an Earth Immortal sooner or later.

Instead of waiting for the subordinate Lingshan to attain the status of a true Buddha, they were promoted to earthly immortals through charity, and ultimately could not escape being reduced to nutrients.

Rumble.

The floor of the pawn shop shook.

All the monks trembled and looked out the window in unison.

I saw two spiritual mountains in the distance revealing the Buddha's light one after another. The mountain ridges cracked and two Bodhisattvas more than 100 meters tall were slowly climbing out.

Immediately afterwards.

It was like a real murderous intention rushed towards the pawn shop.

The Bodhisattva holding the pagoda said with a smile: "I am the Buddha above, but there are actually demons from outside the realm trying to shake the foundation of Buddhism. Could it be that worshiping a boy for a mere child can also threaten us?"

Fuhai Bodhisattva nodded and swallowed the dozens of worshiping boys outside with his tongue.

The two Buddhas activated the Night Candle Sutra, and the knobs at their tails emitted bright Buddha light.

The Buddha's light enveloped Mount Kasyapa indiscriminately. No matter how hidden the pawnshop was, it could not withstand the remaining power of the two gods, and the doors and windows crackled.

Thousands of monks dared not move, watching helplessly as the Buddha's light was about to destroy the pawn shop.

"If you dare to hurt my shop, even immortals and Buddhas won't do it!"

The ghost father snorted coldly, and the Buddha's light was blocked. The spiritual tablet on the counter behind him shook and turned into a nine-tooth rake and fell into his palm.

boom.

He skyrocketed to ten meters high, and overwhelming resentment burst out of the door.

Fuhai Bodhisattva said in surprise: "Oh? It turns out to be a ghost that has been on the road for 100,000 years. It is perfect for refining elixirs. We happen to be going west, so I will use you to supplement our resources."

The Bodhisattva holding the stupa flapped his wings and said in a bewitching voice: "Mainly cultivating the physical body? How can there be such a ridiculous Taoism in the world? After the Qi and blood are strong, isn't it just making wedding clothes for others?"

"You escape the protection of ghosts and voluntarily throw yourself into my alchemy furnace. I can ensure that you will be reincarnated in the next life and continue to serve as boys."

The demonic sound lingered endlessly, affecting their Taoist hearts.

Wuxiang looked desperate, because his colleagues around him had begun to waver.

Although the ghost father is already an immortal, after all, facing two newly born Bodhisattvas, he cannot protect thousands of monks.

At the same time, Wuxiang also realized that what Bodhisattva Holding Pagoda said was true.

Strong qi and blood are indeed the best materials for alchemy. Even if they are promoted to Earth Immortals, they will not be able to escape the fate of consumables.

The ghost father did not interfere with the monks' Taoist decisions, but only blocked the Buddha's light.

Wuxiang fell to his knees, his martial arts cultivation declining.

Just when he was about to give up, he heard Ming Xin murmur, "It is better to practice martial arts for ten years than to live for a thousand years as a walking corpse."

"If I am going to die today, I will admit it."

Wuxiang opened his eyes, and the surge of energy and blood made him advance to the eighth level of the Immortal Movement.

Those monks who have already reached the door have not taken the last step. Only when they are approaching the critical point of life and death do they know what they want.

Fuhai Bodhisattva said regretfully: "That's all, if you break some of the medicinal materials, just break them. If the Buddha wakes up, it won't be enough."