Chapter 100 Zhu Bajie is dead!

Before leaving, Shen Lian made a routine inspection of the Gao Family Martial Arts School.

Not only did he take away the remains of several Jinwu guards, he also took away the corpses of twenty or thirty dolphin ghosts, preparing to use them to breed elixirs.

There is no way. Originally, the ghost elixir requires full concentration to digest the medicine, so I can only take one or two pills occasionally in my spare time.

Now with the help of ghost gourd brewing medicinal wine, Shen Lian can take a sip anytime and anywhere, which greatly increases the consumption of elixirs.

If he hadn't gained a lot from the Gao Family Martial Arts School, he would still have to find a way to make things happen.

"Brother Tian, let's go."

Shen Lian reminded intentionally or unintentionally: "Stay in the Gao Family Martial Arts School, be careful of the thousand-year-old demon behind you to cause trouble for you."

"Hiss..."

Tian Xian looked around, the martial arts training hall had begun to be rebuilt, and the damage on the ground and walls was crawling like wounds from living creatures.

Coach Zhou was nowhere to be found and could be seen to be avoiding Shen Lian.

"It's a pity."

Shen Lian secretly said with a slight regret: "The inner alchemy has been perfected, and the Yin and Yang Qi piles are not suitable for absorbing pig sand. Otherwise, I have to communicate with Coach Zhou for anything. Feelings."

The consciousness swept through Dantian.

The Hunyuan Inner Alchemy is not frivolous at all, and its size is three times its original size. The power created by the four-door pile method revolves around the inner elixir.

[Realm: Yuan Dan (Yang Dan)]

The only abrupt thing is...

After the Changchun Neidan was integrated into the Yin and Yang Qi piles, another scale appeared on the surface of the Hunyuan Neidan. A, the revealed lines are extremely mysterious.

“At present, we can’t see the disadvantages caused by the special nature of Yuan Dan. Alas, the synthesis of inner alchemy is also inevitable. Otherwise, the efficiency of practicing the six realms of Yuan Dan will be too slow, and it will be perfect in the Year of the Monkey, the Horse and the Moon.”
 Shen Lian and the others walked out of the Gao Family Martial Arts School and shuttled through Yongcui Street with ease.

As Ying Zhenjun approaches, the festive decorations become more colorful.

During the chat, the fear in Tian Xian's heart subsided. Perhaps Shen Lian could swallow resentment but had a special physique and was not a demon himself.

He still couldn’t figure out Shen Lian’s identity.

Warrior? Alchemist? demon? They all feel similar, but they are indistinguishable.

Squeak.

The strange noise coming from the shop next to the street interrupted Tian Xian's thoughts. The latter couldn't help but turn around and saw that it was the coffin shop No. 7.

The crack in the door was filled with darkness.

Shen Lian stopped walking and held the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand. Tian Xian backed away continuously. After all, there were thousands of demons in the shops on Yongcui Street.

Even more than one.

“The little doll, ahem, is it the little doll from the Shen family’s pawnshop, right?”

To Tian Xian's surprise, the thousand-year-old demon in the coffin shop did not show any malice, but there was just a smelly wind blowing in his face.

As if...as if the entrance and exit of the coffin shop were the monster's mouth.

“Bring a message to me and your father.”

“Say.”

“Ask Shen Hansheng to prepare ten 500-year-old gloomy wood. I will do it another day. Come and get it.”

"What should be put in the coffin? What should be put in the coffin to satisfy Master Gao? I have to think about it, cough cough cough..."

Bang.

The coffin shop is closed again.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. All the shopkeepers were making plans for Gaofu's marriage, but no one took the coffin as a gift.

"Brother Tian, you have also seen that the demons in the store are actually not malicious."

"Like this..."

Tian Xian's pupils were dilated, and he was a little confused about the situation for a while.

The two of them walked a few steps, and when they arrived at the rice shop, Tian Xian saw a smiling old man walking out and talking to Shen Lian.

Shen Lian took out a piece of ghost skin and handed it to Granny Liu.

“Hey, thanks to you and my son for taking care of me.”

"Mother-in-law, I'm not in good health, otherwise I don't need to bother you. Ah Lian, here's a little thought. I'll take four or five kilograms of glutinous rice."

"Thank you, Grandma Liu."

Shen Lian didn't Refuse, the sacrifice experience transformed from thousands of years of resentment is considerable, and the next promotion of the Giant Eater must be put on the agenda.

One person and one ghost exchanged a few words.

Tian Xian is at a loss. If he were in an ordinary town, it would be an ordinary day-to-day life among neighbors, but this is Gao Laozhuang.

How do ghosts restrain their appetite for strangers?

To be precise, how did the ghost restrain his appetite for Shen Lian? You must know that his flesh and blood is enough to fuel his Taoism for decades.

Tian Xian clearly noticed that Granny Liu still had appetite in her eyes when she looked at him, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

A demon is a demon. If he had come to the door himself, he would probably have no bones left.

After a while.

Shen Lian left with a bag full of glutinous rice and pointed to the other side of the street.

"The tailor shop is over there, and there should be two thousand households in charge inside. But you'd better be careful, Ying Zhenjun will be here soon."

"Okay, there will be more... …”

Tian Xian was just about to leave when he suddenly realized a key point.

Returning to the tailor shop at this delicate time, Feng Qianhu will definitely guess his connection with the incident at the Gao Family Martial Arts School, in case they think he is the one who killed Zhang Zhang...

It is unrealistic for a fairy seed who hopes to enter the cave to get through in a muddle-headed way.

Feng Qianhu's character must be punished, and if his soul is taken away to search for memories, even if Tian Xian barely saves his life, he will not be able to make any progress in the future.

Dong-dong-dong.

There was the sound of heavy objects being dragged at the end of Yongcui Street. It was the policeman wandering Gao Laozhuang.

While Tian Xian hesitated, Shen Lian smiled and said, "If Brother Tian doesn't mind, you can come to the pawn shop to avoid trouble for a few hours." Tian Xian was moved.

Yongcui Street has always had fifteen shops. I heard that an extra pawn shop opened a few months ago. Could it be Shen Lian's trick?

"Okay."

Shen Lian opened the side door of the ghost pawn shop, and Tian Xian couldn't help but swallow.

“Let’s go, remember to restrain your consciousness, and don’t be surprised no matter what you see.”

Shen Lian walked into the lobby grandly. After Tian Xian noticed the huge figure of the policeman, he gritted his teeth and followed him into the store.

As soon as he entered the door, Tian Xian saw two waiters greeting him respectfully.

"Young Master."

Tian Xian licked his dry lips. The two clerks were both century-old ghosts. When facing Shen Lian, they wanted to fight with their heads.

He immediately saw another familiar figure.

"Not bad, do your best in the future."

After the transformation of the cotton-wadding ghost, he only had five or six hundred years of Taoism left. He was wearing the clothes of a young man, and when he saw Shen Lian, he nodded and bowed enthusiastically.

Tian Xian took a breath.

He went back and forth to Yongcui Street many times. If he admitted correctly, this ghost should have been the thousand-year-old demon in the tailor shop!

Bang.

Shen Lian closed the door and completely cut off Tian Xian's thoughts of escaping. The latter realized that the so-called pawn shop was far more dangerous than an ordinary shop.

Before Tian Xian could calm down, Ghost Dad appeared by the aisle.

"Ah Lian."

"Old man, the shopkeeper of the coffin shop asked you to prepare ten pieces of five-hundred-year-old gloomy wood."

"Okay."

The ghost father noticed Tian Xian, and the light in the room suddenly became dim. His resentment was obviously intensifying, and Tian Xian turned pale with fear.

Shen Lian explained: "Old man, he is my senior brother Tian Xian from the same martial arts school. I have taken care of him a lot before and came to stay at home for a few days."

"Okay." 
Daddy Ghost nodded, looked at Tian Xian and said, "His blood and energy don't look good, is it because his body is deficient?"

"Pfft."

Tian Xian vomited blood.

The moment Ghost Dad finished speaking, he felt that his energy and blood were rapidly draining, and his internal strength was unable to make any resistance.

"No, he just...is a little uncomfortable with the environment on Yongcui Street."

After Shen Lian explained, Tian Xian's injury did not continue to worsen.

Tian Xian was trembling with fear.

"That's it. Ah Lian, please take him to the wing in the northwest corner of the second floor to rest. It's closer to the window and has better ventilation."

Tian Xian couldn't help but regret, he should have returned to the tailor shop if he had known earlier. Maybe I was lucky enough to escape, but now I'm afraid I'm going to suffer.

Shen Lian brought Tian Xian to the second floor. The latter walked lightly and did not dare to make a sound.

What surprised him was that the decoration in the wing was ordinary. He thought it would be filled with unspeakable horrors and taboos.

“The wing room...is okay.”

"As long as you are satisfied." Shen Lian patted Tian Xian on the shoulder, "I think I can see the clues. I am not a demon, I just came to Gao Laozhuang by chance."

Tian Xian couldn't help but mutter to himself, yes, you are not a monster. The monsters you encounter along Yongcui Street are just your beloved relatives and friends.

"As soon as the wedding in Gaofu is over, I can personally take you away from Gao Laozhuang. Brother Tian, I wonder how much you know about Gaofu?"

Tian Xian asked cautiously : "Do you want to worship in the cave?"

"Do you think it is somewhat possible."

Tian Xian hesitated for a few seconds before replying: "It is said that every marriage to the Gaofu family is different, but generally speaking, it is just one word, food."

"The Jinwu guards who participated in the banquet were generally obsessed with it, and the special The more serious it is, the harder it will be for Miss Gao to take notice."

Tian Xian thought about Shen Lian's ability to move freely and swallowed, "With your strength, it shouldn't be a big problem." 
“Ying Zhenjun, do you know who Zhenjun refers to?”

“I don’t know.”

Tian Xian smiled bitterly and said: "I am only at the Yuan Dan level. I was responsible for assisting in the two previous trips to Gao Laozhuang. How could I have the chance to get married to the Gao Mansion, let alone the True Lord."

"It's just that. …I have heard a saying.”

“What is it?”

“The true king is born every twenty years. The reason why Mr. Gao holds the wedding is mainly to give birth to the true king. Choose a wife."

"The number of disciples of the Xian family that Jin Wuwei is competing for is the husband of the other Miss Gao."

The corner of Shen Lian's mouth twitched. According to Gao Xiuyu's information, Miss Gao was not human.

【Gao Xiuyu】

【She was more than 16 months old when she died. Her body was born with a peculiar and serious body, with the head of a pig and body, but she was the most human-like Miss Gao in the contemporary era. 】

Shen Lian suppressed his distracting thoughts, always feeling that the True Lord Tian Xian mentioned was not Zhu Bajie.

“Having said that, since the so-called True Lord comes every twenty years, wouldn’t there be groups of True Lords in Gaolaozhuang?”

"It's not an advent, it's a birth."

Tian Xian explained with a strange expression: "My master died early, I just heard him mention it accidentally, the true king seems...not a monster, so the true king Life is limited. "

In his impression, the master's face was full of respect when he mentioned the true king, but it was also mixed with disdain, as if he looked down upon Gao Laozhuang's behavior.

Shen Lian fell into a sluggish state, with a massive amount of information rushing through his mind.

The content of the original Journey to the West that I read in my previous life seems to have suddenly inspired me, creating a subtle connection with the collapsed world of Journey to the West.

He knew the truth about Gao Laozhuang.

"Zhu Bajie is dead."

(End of this chapter)