Chapter 292 Taoist Scripture [Immortal Seed]
The old monk licked his lips.
Normally, the core villain will gradually be assimilated by the plague fairy species, and has never turned against the guests, which makes his hair stand on end.
Recalling the previous experience carefully, this flat peach did behave very strangely.
“It’s unbelievable. Is it really, as the Plague Immortal said, a rare... strange fruit?”
The so-called strange fruit refers to the fusion of the immortal seeds of the Plague Department in the medicinal properties. It is definitely the most superior natural material and earthly treasure for the cultivators of the Plague Department.
The old monk took a closer look and saw that as the germs multiplied and multiplied, there was an inexplicable Taoist rhythm circulating, and countless germs isolated the Fruit Core Dojo.
His face was full of ecstasy, and he couldn't help but transplant a large number of pupils on his forehead to visualize the fruit core.
Because of the Plague Immortal, the old monk had given up touching the flat peaches, but as the fragrance of the flat peaches hit his face, the idea reappeared, and there were voices murmuring in his ears.
The sound induces him to eat the strange fruit and he will be able to soar to the sky.
"No!"
The old monk bit the tip of his tongue and stepped back several meters to the entrance of the courtyard.
"The strange fruit belongs to the plague fairy. I... am just a small piece of land."
The old monk breathed heavily and did not notice the strangeness after contact with the flat peach. The organs transplanted everywhere were getting worse. senescence.
At the same time, my thinking came to a standstill, and I became increasingly unable to suppress distracting thoughts.
"Why!!!"
"They Plague Immortals are born sacred. I and the Money Redeeming Ghosts have been practicing hard for hundreds of years, but we have just ended up being used as cattle and horses by the Plague Immortals."
The old monk asked and answered himself nervously. The discomfort became more and more intense, and his internal organs seemed to be eaten by hundreds of millions of ants.
"I..."
Belatedly, he discovered that flesh, flesh and bones began to dissolve.
The surface of the skin was covered with red spots, and the organs that could have been used for more than a month actually began to fail in a short period of time.
The old monk looked up at Pantao, fear showing in his eyes.
"Am I sick?"
"But..."
"I didn't eat the peach at all. Could it be that I would get sick just by being close to it? What's inside? The Immortal Seed of the Plague Department!”
The old monk was trembling all over, and his limbs were falling off one after another.
"I'm not sick! I can't be sick. It must be the great immortal Biyun who noticed the greed in my heart. The great immortal, the poor monk immediately fertilized me and didn't dare to do anything wrong again. Thoughts.”
The old monk quickly picked up a few arms, but they quickly aged after transplantation.
The panic in his heart became more and more intense. He crawled on his knees and pulled the corpses into the pits. At the same time, he repeatedly transplanted limbs without believing in evil.
“No no no!!!”
There are ephemera-shaped talismans formed on the surface of the flat peach.
Shen Lian ignored the old monk's hysterical wails and guided the germs into his body. His soul was immersed in the shock caused by the germs.
The orthodox inheritance of the Plague Department may have many flaws.
But the degree of mystery is still breathtaking, and one can even glimpse the afterglow of the avenue. It can be seen that the Ghost City Plague Department and the Heavenly Court Plague Department are indeed closely related.
“In the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan, a large number of immortals and gods were reborn with the help of the refining scriptures, including Zhen Yuanzi who beheaded the fourth corpse of the Dao Ancestor.”
"The Immortal Seed of the Plague Department is obviously an attempt by Heaven to find a substitute for the true scriptures."
Shen Lian's expression could not be calm, and his soul stared at the germs attached to the internal organs. The germs combined with each other to form Taoist talismans.
[Immortal Seed] is the disease scripture created by the Ministry of Plague.
Not surprisingly, they used the fairy seeds to integrate with their own Tao Ying and Yuanshen, and used the fairy seeds to set foot on the land gods.
Shen Lian could see that the Immortal Seed of the Plague Department was 70% similar to the self-created scripture of Patriarch Bodhi.
From the perspective of Patriarch Bodhi, the Immortal Breed of the Plague Department is undoubtedly a failure. Painting a tiger cannot be compared to a dog, which is equivalent to Hinayana Buddhism.
Even if you are promoted to a land immortal through the Plague Immortal Seed, your strength will be greatly reduced.
But Shen Lian felt that the Wenbu Immortal Seed was extremely successful.
Although the Plague Immortal Seed seems to be incomplete, the pathogen has a certain variability, and there is room for it to be completely completed in the future.
Once completed, the Plague Immortal Seed is equivalent to creating a self-made scripture.
Of course, according to Biyun's previous behavior, it seemed that he was going to be backlashed by the Plague Immortal Seed at any time and turned into an indescribable monster.
Shen Lian murmured with great interest: "If I want to follow the self-created scripture to become a land immortal, I can only imitate the Plague Immortal Seed."
"After all..."< br>
Shen Lian showed fear on his face, remembering that Patriarch Bodhi showed the despair that he was about to go crazy when he was about to complete the word Tao.
Facts have proved that creating your own scriptures is risky.
The incompleteness of the Plague Immortal Seeds is to avoid risks.
"Land gods, land gods."
There are two paths placed in front of Shen Lian now.
Refining the scriptures and heading to the Western Spirit Mountain.
Created his own scriptures, close to the Eight Parts of Heaven.
"From the current point of view, it seems that self-created scriptures are more reliable..."
Shen Lian smiled bitterly and looked at the statue of Sanqing. Who knows whether it is really reliable or not? Who knows what Sanqing is? status quo.
“I have a teleportation tree, and I can enter and exit the deep ghost market at will. At least I have the opportunity to try and make mistakes.”
“Whether I create my own scripture or refine it, I must integrate it into Martial arts, you may not experience the despair of Patriarch Bodhi.”
Shen Lian had a clear mind and secretly planned his next plan.
"The monks of the Plague Division all have the same ghost appearance, so it shouldn't be difficult to blend in."
"My goal is not only to inherit the orthodoxy of the Plague Division, but to obtain the orthodoxy inheritance of the Eight Divisions of the Ghost City. They should all have their own unique immortal species.”
Learn from each other’s strengths and let martial arts thrive with the nutrients brought by Ghost City Babu! ! The battle between the germ fairy species begins to intensify.
Shen Lian couldn't help but groan. The corpse energy in the core dojo appeared in a whirlpool, and medicinal wine was poured into his stomach continuously.
The immortal species of pathogens use flesh and bones as their battlefield to survive and eliminate the fittest.
The medicinal power of the Serious Disease Wine still remains, and it is also causing the immortal germs to kill each other. The immortal germs most suitable for martial arts are about to be born.
Shen Lian is curious about what kind of disease is helpful for martial arts.
Not long after, the pathogenic bacteria gradually became stronger and weaker, and the light shone outside the lotus platform. In order to prevent the pathogens from dying but not freezing, all the pathogenic bacteria were absorbed into the central Dantian.
In the end, an inconspicuous species of pathogenic bacteria emerged.
Shen Lian had a strange expression, because the disease was nothing special among diseases, and it was not even considered a fatal disease.
But I have to say that it is indeed very suitable for martial arts.
The Zhongdantian has become a hotbed of mayfly talismans. Although each talisman is shapeless, they all contain Taoist charm.
The martial arts golden body is throbbing, wanting to swallow the immortal seeds of pathogenic bacteria.
Shen Lian controlled the lotus platform to converge the light.
As a result, as soon as the light dimmed, the fairy seeds of pathogenic bacteria began to bite back.
Shen Lian's skin was itchy. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the surface was covered with red spots.
“First create a simple martial arts technique to restrain the germs. I don’t expect to be able to control it like an arm, at least it cannot affect the body and soul.”
A large number of martial arts poured out of Shen Lian’s mind. Study content and look for useful information.
Not to mention, there are all kinds of weird martial arts that once understood the magical power of fishing and swallowing the souls of demons, but there is really a connection with the horizontal training of the poison attribute.
[Poisonous Mountain Horizontal Training Method]
[Created by Shen Lian, he visualized the poisonous toad and understood that to get started, it is necessary to breed the poison sac organ in the body to contain toxins. After the Mahayana, all poisons will not invade this body, and all toxins will not invade it. Return to the poisonous sac. 】
“Hiss, it seems feasible. Make an organ to seal the immortal seeds of pathogenic bacteria.”
“In case of loss of control, just dispose of the organ.”
Shen Lian Ruo Ruoyue Thinking, using the Dushan Hengqian method as the framework, perfecting and modifying it bit by bit, and constantly determining the pros and cons through insight.
He had just experienced the devastation of the pathogenic fairy seeds, and his body was at a loss.
When Shen Lian was concentrating on creating martial arts, the Immortal Xuan Gong instinctively absorbed the corpse energy, which was even crazier than the six transformations.
The flat peaches become wilted, and the branches and leaves turn yellow again.
The old monk's back is mostly curled up, and the floor is full of failing organs and limbs. No matter how transplanted he is, aging cannot be stopped.
After he noticed something strange about the peach tree, he hit his head on the ground repeatedly.
If the peach tree dies, the plague will cramp and peel it off! ! !
No matter how reluctant the old monk is, he can only continue to transport the corpses. The unknown diseases in his body worsen and his Taoism continues to decline sharply.
"The damn plague fairy wants to take away my flat peaches for nothing!"
"It must be her way of contracting the disease. It's so vicious!!"
"If you dare to point fingers before reaching the level of the land gods, you will do it again in the future. You don't even take the land of Emperor Huang Zengtian in your eyes!"
The old monk's facial features were distorted to the extreme, and he kept cursing the Plague Immortal.
Suddenly he slowed down and looked at the flat peach with burning eyes. The strange fruit at the top had grown to the size of a human head at some point.
"Plague Immortal, you won't let me eat the flat peach, but the poor monk insists on eating it."
"After eating the strange fruit, the poor monk will definitely be able to ascend in the daytime and go to the next level of the universe. Mingyu Wantian, no, it’s Qingming He Zhongtian from the lower level!”
Even if they go deep into the ghost market, the money redemption ghost is still the bottom of the land, but every money redemption ghost cannot resist the opportunity to ascend.
"Eat you!"
The old monk climbed to the branch with difficulty, opened his bloody mouth and bit into the flat peach.
Just as his upper and lower jaws were about to close, he remained motionless with a look of astonishment on his face. The villain in the Fruit Core Dojo in front of him was nowhere to be seen.
“The little baby slipped out?”
“If you only eat flat peaches, the medicinal properties will be greatly reduced.”
"Let the poor monk look for it. It is impossible for the little baby to run out of the temple. It is the size of a grain of rice. It will take a lot of effort for the old monk's eyes to be dim."
The old monk's eyes were cloudy and his vision was blurred, so he quickly replaced his pupils with new ones.
“Uh.”
He froze in place in disbelief, a terrifying shadow pressing on the temple.
The behemoth of more than twenty meters looked down at him.
The old monk recognized it at a glance. It was a...little doll that had been enlarged countless times.
“Ahhhhh!!!”
“Old bald donkey, you are terminally ill and only have eight thousand years left to practice, it is better to die quickly!”
Shen Lian is rude With a punch, the old monk's ribs were shattered. His face was covered with blood and he knelt down on the ground. He was pinched by the palm of his hand.
“You are not a flat peach, what kind of monster are you?!”
"I am your father!"
The old monk couldn't exert any strength. Unknown and stubborn diseases were eroding his body. All his organs and limbs were aging, and there was no trace of strong resentment.
He realized belatedly that the stubborn illness came from the existence in front of him.
"What kind of fairy is it?"
"You guys should call this problem addiction rash, but I like to call it allergy."
[Appraisal completed, Ksitigarbha Yama’s experience +6.78%]
The fists fell violently, and they did not stop until the old monk was smashed into minced meat.
(End of this chapter)