Chapter 294 The Stomach of the Moral God
Shen Lian happily reached a consensus with the two of them without wasting much time.
It is not unknown that Che Chiguo's alchemist cooperated with Biyun. If they did not appear at the Peach Fair, and the plague department later discovered that Biyun was dead, they would have been blamed for nothing.
Only by accompanying Shen Lian through a play can he escape unscathed.
Fortunately, the Pantao Society has a lot of connections. It stands to reason that Shen Lian will not cause trouble. After all, even the Fushan Taoist priests in the Nine Realms of Tiangong dare not say that they can escape unscathed.
Taoist Qingshan looked at Shen Lian's back with worry, his heart filled with anxiety.
"Let's go."
The Peach Festival is about to begin, and they set off immediately.
Shen Lian opened his mouth and spat out, and dark clouds surged out, which was the same as Biyun's method, even mixed with a faint aura of fairy seeds.
The ones who imitate vigorously are definitely superficial, but it is difficult to see the flaws without fighting.
Taoist Fushan only felt horrified. If he didn't know that it was Shen Lian's transformation in advance, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference based on his own cultivation.
The two of them pointed out the location of the Peach Club honestly, and at the same time carefully informed Shen Lian of the relevant matters, for fear that the latter would act recklessly.
“This Peach Club is organized by the Plague Department. The other eight monks may not come, but there will definitely be land gods from the Plague Department.”
Every word of Taoist Qingshan is full of survival. Desire, fearing that Shen Lian would not understand the situation.
You must know that the difference between the Nine Realms of Heavenly Palace and the land gods is equivalent to the difference between immortals and mortals. Currently, only Xiaoleiyin Temple and Ghost City Babu have a large number of land gods.
A thousand years ago, land gods could be called "human gods".
Even if Shen Lian is extremely powerful, he cannot compete with the gods on land, and the guardian ghosts and gods are also restricted in the deep ghost market.
"Yes."
Shen Lian had no expression on his face as he sorted out Biyun's gifts.
The storage bag is just an ordinary magic weapon. It contains miscellaneous resources. The only valuable ones are a dozen middle- and low-grade flat peaches.
Biyun, who is in the seventh realm of Dao Ying, has just taken over a peach garden owned by Emperor Huang Zengtian. It is already very rare to be able to accumulate such a fortune.
Shen Lian did not act rashly and collected the peaches properly.
"It's a pity that there is no skill. I hope that the method of inheritance of the method of the Plague Department will not be too cumbersome, otherwise access to it will inevitably be limited."
Biyun's soul was riddled with wounds from the immortal seed. Hundreds of holes, but it does have nothing to do with demons, so it is impossible to breed skills through fishing magical powers.
“Which of the eight ghost markets have you come into contact with?”
Taoist Qingshan swallowed and felt creepy when he saw Shen Lian thoughtfully.
"There is only the Plague Department. If Emperor Huang Zengtian was not under the jurisdiction of the Plague Department, the Dongfu forces would rarely have access to the Eight Tribunals of the Ghost City. However, I have seen some Eight Tribunal monks, uh..."
Taoist Fushan quickly added: "Their body and soul are in a very strange state, and they feel like they are going to go crazy at any time, and..."
"They are not very rational either, so don't irritate them."
Shen Lian understands deeply that Biyun's Immortal Seed of Heat Shot is sealed in the lotus platform. It feels like cancer cells. As long as there are nutrients, they will multiply crazily until they are completely extinct.
If he didn't need to expose the aura of Reshe Immortal Seed, he wouldn't dare hide it inside his body.
If you are not careful, the fairy seed will completely lose control.
The Hot Shot Immortal Seed is different from the newly born Addiction Immortal Seed. Once it is contaminated with Shen Lian's flesh and bones, it may be difficult to clean it off even the lotus platform.
"What are the eight parts of the ghost market?"
Taoist Fushan thought for a moment, "They are the Department of Thunder, the Department of Fighting, the Department of Finance, the Department of Plague, the Department of Fire, the Department of Water, and the Department of Pox Department, Tai Sui Department”
"We don't know the specific strength."
Shen Lian compared the information from his previous life. In his impression, the eight divisions of Tianting were mainly Doubu and Leibu. Among the young generals, the immortals of the Lei Department were the most numerous.
But the Eight Departments of the Ghost Market must be different. The Department of Plague, which is in charge of diseases, feels that its main responsibility in the Ghost City is to plant peach trees?
Speechless all the way.
Shen Lian Yukong's speed remained neither too fast nor too slow.
It seems to be recuperating, but in fact it is waiting for the roots of the teleportation tree to grow.
After the banyan tree is promoted to the sixth level, the transfer efficiency of the teleportation tree is greatly increased, and it only takes half a day to replant it.
I don’t know how long it has been.
As the destination approaches, a light salty taste floods into the mouth and nose.
Taoist Fushan's face was ugly, his eyes fixed on the end of the endless forest, and vaguely visible streams of water mist rising into the sky.
He looked at his arms again, and there was sweat seeping out of the pores and evaporating along with it.
“Taboo, or disease?”
The water mist gathers to form a thick sea of clouds.
The most iconic thing about the Peach Club is a 100-meter-long flat peach tree, with scattered figures walking around the trunk.
“Something’s wrong, why is there a taboo existence of ten thousand-year-old ghosts around Pantao?”
Taoist Qingshan groaned, sweat leaking out of his pores uncontrollably, and then his body temperature began to rise, and the sweat turned into mist and dispersed.
Fushan Taoist also had the same symptoms.
They can clearly notice that they are infected with some kind of disease, and the water in their bodies is losing a lot, and it has even begun to affect Dao Ying.
Shen Lian quickly followed suit, but he absorbed the water mist back into his body as he breathed.
He said calmly: "It seems that there are more than just land gods in the Pantao Society. Hundreds of miles around have been shrouded in the [night sweat] disease."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of clouds above the 100-meter-long peach tree surged.
A giant shadow of seventy or eighty meters is looming.
The giant shadow in the cloud has no human form at all. It is actually composed of massive [Night Sweat Immortal Seeds], like countless mayflies gathered together. The mayfly transformed into the shape of the intestines and stomach, constantly spitting water mist, and resentment spread everywhere.
Shen Lian was unable to distinguish the Taoist behavior of the giant shadow in the clouds. It had been at least close to 20,000 years. The taboo in the ghost realm was to spread the night sweat disease.
"That's..." Taoist Fushan opened his mouth wide, with fear in his eyes.
"I think it should be the Nuo Immortal of the Plague Department."
The giant shadow in the cloud exudes the resentment of a ten-thousand-year-old ghost, but it is composed of immortal seeds.
Unsurprisingly, it should be the demon that was created after the Plague monks failed to be promoted to land gods, and their bodies and souls were devoured by the immortal seeds.
The Nuo immortal who turned into a demon no longer reproduces, and the immortal seeds only form a stomach.
"Nuo Immortal?!"
Taoist Qingshan's back felt cold and he murmured: "It's true, there are relevant records in the Sanqing Temple in Chechi Kingdom, and the Nuo Immortal of the Wenbu Department is also called... [ The Taoist God's Stomach"
Taoist Fushan smiled bitterly: "Why is there a Nuo Immortal in the Pantao Society?"
"Teaching Taoism"
Shen Lian's hand. There was an extra flat peach fruit. The little man inside had fallen into a deep sleep since the fruit was picked. However, after being in the ghost realm of the Nuo Immortal, there were signs of waking up again.
"It seems that the source of the disciples of the Plague Department are the flat peach fruits. They are given the corresponding Taoist inheritance through the fairy seeds of the Nuo Immortal."
The so-called Peach Club is also a ceremony for the Plague Department to recruit disciples.
Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and reminded: "Try to close the pores and never die of dehydration."
While speaking, he took out a few drops of Milky Way water and handed them to the two of them, "Every time A drop of water from the Tianhe River is equivalent to the amount of water in a pond. If you hold it at the bottom of your tongue, it will ensure that your physical body will not be severely damaged."
"Thank you... Lord Plague Immortal"
The two people had complicated expressions and did not dare to call Shen Lian by his real name, so they followed closely one behind the other.
After a long time, Shen Lian put away the dark clouds and came to the bottom of the 100-meter-long peach tree. He could see that the branches were covered with fruits, but there were no villains inside. Instead, they contained all kinds of strange treasures of heaven and earth.
The Yuanshen communicates with Pantao to know the lifespan that needs to be paid for the goods. It can be seen that the only money circulating in the deep ghost market is lifespan.
There were not many monks present. A dozen monks from the Plague Department were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.
They are all at the ninth level of Tiangong. It can be seen that their seniority is very high. I am afraid that they came to Pantao Club to allocate disciples who have just started.
The plague monks were affected by night sweats, and the sweat continued to evaporate.
However, he has long been accustomed to Nuo Immortal, and occasionally takes elixirs to replenish water. Instead, he uses the ghost realm of Nuo Immortal to practice his own immortality.
Taoist Qingshan was relieved, it seemed that Biyun should not be taken seriously in the Pantao Society.
"Well, Biyun, come here."
Mr. Wen sat cross-legged at the head of the throne, and between his eyebrows were the scripture patterns transformed by immortal seeds.
Although he has set foot on the land of immortals, his body and soul state is visibly unstable, and his self-created incomplete scriptures always have obvious flaws.
“It’s fatal.”
When they heard Elder Wen calling Shen Lian, the two of them in Qingshan were frightened.
Shen Lian looked shameless, as if he didn’t know what nervousness was. He saluted Elder Wen and said, "I have met the elder."
"Biyun, you... have set foot in the Eighth Realm. ”
As soon as Elder Plague opens his mouth, his body becomes shriveled up, and then returns to its original state after closing his mouth, which shows the instability of his body and soul.
"Yes."
Shen Lian used his strength to expose part of the heat stroke bacteria, trying to imitate Biyun's breath.
He was ready to escape at any time. The teleportation tree was half a meter underground. He was confident that he could withstand a few attacks from the land gods.
Shen Lian actually had no idea, he just guessed that the monks from the Plague Department could not use their soul.
The Yuan Shen is used to contain immortal seeds, and it should not be released easily.
"The body and soul are stable, Biyun, your qualifications are quite good."
Mr. Wen nodded and said, "When the Nuo Immortal preaches and teaches, you can watch from the sidelines, maybe You can only understand it with a little knowledge."
After finishing speaking, he continued to close his eyes and rest, ignoring the two of them.
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. The qualifications of Wuzhuangguan mainly depended on spiritual roots and immortal bones, while the Eight Departments of Ghost Market focused on whether the body and soul were stable.
It can be seen that every time they break through, there is a high probability that they will have to experience a narrow escape.
Shen Lian did not consider that his condition was too stable and seemed to attract the elders' attention. Could it be possible that he could obtain the orthodoxy of the Plague Department by accident?
A money-extending ghost Taoist boy led the three of them to sit near the edge.
"Please also ask the Plague Immortal to offer flat peaches."
Shen Lian took out ten flat peaches, and the soul in Niwan Palace quietly got into one of them.
The Taoist boy took it respectfully and buried the flat peach at the bottom of the tree. The night sweat fairy seed would invisibly affect the fruit core villain. If he could survive the baptism of the disease, he would be able to worship the plague department.
Taoist Qingshan let out a long breath and saw that he had sneaked into the Pantao Society, and the next step was just...
Suddenly.
His expression was unusually stiff, and from the corner of his eye he spotted a crow sitting on the top of a peach tree branch.
When I looked up again, the crow had disappeared, but Taoist Qingshan still recognized it at a glance. The crow was the ghost and god protecting the Tao.
"He...he is really going to cause trouble. He will die, he will definitely die!!!"
(End of Chapter)