Chapter 371 He is back! ! !
Senior brother?
Yan Wen hesitated for a moment, but had no impression of Shen Lian at all.
Mainly because he got started when Xiaoleiyin Temple came to the ghost market, and he had no idea whether there was a person like Shen Lian in the plague department at that time.
Yan Wen asked tentatively: "Uncle, I wonder if you and Master have anything to do with..."
Before he could finish his words, unspeakable fear surged into his heart.
Yan Wen didn't need his soul to leave his body. He could hear a rustling sound from Shen Lian's chest when he turned sideways.
“Don’t kill me!!”
“Help! Help!!!”
He could tell that the voices came from more than a dozen people who had just died. Monk, and became noticeably milder as time went on.
Yan Wen's pupils shrank, and he quietly took out the teleportation talisman and asked his colleagues.
It turned out that when the ghost market fell, the God of the Ministry of Plague helped them escape from the Xiaoleiyin Temple, so that all the remaining martial arts immortals were not lost.
The identity of the uncle in front of me was suddenly a bit intriguing.
Not only is he somewhat similar in appearance to Sakyamuni, even the monks in Xiaoxitian call Shen Lian "The Demon Lord".
Yan Wen shuddered and couldn't help but recall Shen Lian's behavior of swallowing the corpse alive.
Compared to a warrior, he is clearly more like a...demon! !
Shen Lian smiled and closed his eyes, as if he was savoring the deliciousness of the corpse. At the same time, a palm-sized green-faced spider crawled out of his sleeve.
The green-faced spider is naturally transformed from stone eggs, and it is already the thirteenth demonic form.
Yan Wen couldn't help but secretly thought: "No matter what, I can't stay here for a long time. I have to go to Qingming Temple as soon as possible to find clues about the Zhengshen."
"The news about the Demon Lord can only wait. I’ll contact the master next time.”
Thinking of this, Yan Wen took the opportunity to leave the temple, but before he could take a few steps, the wailing in Shen Lian's body had stopped abruptly.
When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the vortex scripture between Shen Lian's eyebrows was continuously extending.
Yan Wen is even more convinced that Shen Lian is definitely not a monk from the Plague Department. The weird and inexplicable reverse Sanskrit will make him dizzy even if he just stares at it for a few breaths.
"Yan Wen, are you planning to go to Qingming Temple?"
Yan Wen looked surprised, then hesitantly replied: "Yes, I have something important."
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"Jie Jie Jie."
"Wait a minute, an old friend will come to pick us up."
Shen Lian looked towards the temple with a smile.
The scriptures previously posted on the wall have disappeared, but the image of Sakyamuni suppressing the devil appears on the altar.
The flesh and blood squirmed, and the new Buddha statue was taking shape little by little.
The statue of Sakyamuni Buddha glared angrily, his eyes moving wildly, and his upper and lower jaws repeatedly uttered the same sentence.
"Evil demons and heretics, everyone can punish them!"
"Evil demons and heretics, everyone can punish them!!"
"Evil demons and heretics, humans..."< br>
Clang.
The bone blade was unsheathed, and the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha turned into powder again.
"Uncle Master, you..."
Shen Lian smiled and said nothing. His soul digested a large number of memory fragments, and already knew some of Xiao Xitian's rules with the help of the magical power of pregnancy.
[Spiritual Root Fertility: Actively absorbs 40,000-year-old Taoist demons within a wide range, and continues to spread over time. Breed all things through nutrients, and obtain the memory of the corpse during its lifetime. 】
Even if the corpse has been dead for a long time, the magical power of pregnancy can still get some information.
It’s just that the process is a little scary.
[Digest the corpse of a sick monk, **Sutra experience +3.78%]
[Digest the corpse of a sick monk, Martial Arts Sutra experience +1.18%]
[Digestive disease Monk corpse, **Sutra experience +2.56%]
………
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. The corpse was not demonized, so it did not provide banyan tree experience, but it could increase the progress of the two types of scriptures.
In just a moment, the unknown scripture has reached 41%, the vortex scripture continues to extend, and the martial arts scripture also benefits a lot.
“To me, the many monks whom Sakyamuni preached and taught are of great merit. I am afraid that the martial arts scriptures can go further.”
“In that case.”
“Sakyamuni, I accepted all your hospitality.”
Shen Lian guessed that the sick monk in Xiao Xitian was probably related to the missing heavenly soul in the mortal world. The fate of the old Buddha with yellow eyebrows was by no means simple.
He has two choices, either leave Xiao Xitian temporarily.
The next step is to hide in the dark and look for flaws in Sakyamuni. It is unlikely that the latter will be able to catch him.
Another option.
Defeat Sakyamuni head-on and take away all the latter's accumulation in Xiaoxitian.
"I'm not alone. Why should I be timid and reasonable? Innate recognition of the holy body is no joke. I have relatives everywhere."
Shen Lian sat on the altar as if there was no one else around.
Yan Wen's face turned pale and he didn't know what to do for a moment.
He noticed clouds billowing in mid-air, and a gigantic shadow of a thousand meters flashed past.
Xiao Xitian’s weirdness is simply beyond imagination.
"Be careful, come on."
As soon as Shen Lian opened his mouth, a giant hand broke through the clouds and grabbed it towards the temple.
Boom.
“Every temple in Xiaoxitian must have an abbot. Once the abbot dies, the temple will be merged into the branch under the jurisdiction of Arhat.”
“But Sakyamuni is so timid as The rat’s character may meet more than one Arhat.”
After Shen Lian finished explaining, the five fingers of the giant hand were already embedded in the ground.
Yan Wen fell to the ground, holding on to the temple door.
The giant hand directly dug out the temple, and then shuttled between the mountains. You can see a temple on the top of four or five mountains.
Shen Lian was indifferent and poured a few sips of medicinal wine into his mouth from time to time.
He was absorbed in the unknown scriptures.
Only by understanding the unknown true scripture can we be qualified to face the Yellow-browed Old Buddha.
Ghost Dad and others also have to retrieve them one by one. The hundreds of millions of mortal souls in the Tang Dynasty cannot be easily ignored by the old Buddha with yellow eyebrows.
Shen Lian had murderous intentions in his heart.
The Tang Dynasty is the key to one's own enlightenment. It can not only provide a steady stream of professional experience, but also promote martial arts scriptures.
He and the yellow-browed old Buddha were fighting to the death, and it was already a great battle.
Shen Lian opened his palm and separated out a bit of scripture from the martial arts scripture. When it appeared, it was completely different from a worm or a mayfly, resembling a drop of blood.
This scripture was derived from Li Zhi’s blood disease.
As long as it is disseminated to all mortals, the true scriptures of martial arts will be passed down through multiplication in the future, and mortals will no longer need to borrow foreign objects to become immortals.
"Everyone is like a dragon, only half a step away, and with the support of hundreds of millions of warriors, I can confidently set foot on the Western Spiritual Mountains to find the hidden truth."
And if the Tang Dynasty falls, Isn’t Journey to the West boring?
Yan Wen took a breath of cold air and endured the oncoming strong wind. He saw the Twisted Temple sitting on the top of the mountains not far away.
The temples have strange shapes and their structures have been distorted to the extreme.
The walking monk is also extremely deformed. His whole body seems to be folding in half, and finally turns into an extremely weird spiral sphere.
The giant hands stretched out from the clouds are not just one or two, but more than a dozen pairs of them are shuttled around.
It can be seen that the complete form of Xiao Xitian already has unique pseudo-heavenly rules, which may be related to the secrets deep in the heavenly ruins.
Bang! ! !
The temple where Shen Lian is located falls heavily on the periphery of the temple and becomes part of the temple.
The dust is flying.
Yan Wen noticed that a large number of monks were approaching them, and stood there at a loss. He had never thought of being so upright. "Yan Wen, do whatever you have to do. As long as I'm here, they won't pay attention to you."
Shen Lian Yuan Shen scanned the temple and immediately realized that the Arhat sitting there was an acquaintance, so he simply sat cross-legged on the altar in a grand manner.
"Brothers, let's get to work."
As soon as these words came out, it was like the real demonic aura seeped out.
"It is indeed a monster! He...he is indeed a monster!!"
After hesitating for a few moments, Yan Wen spilled a handful of copper coins, which then turned into golden light and sank into the ground.
Before he escaped from the temple with his escape technique, he couldn't help but look back at Shen Lian. His fear could no longer be contained, and he almost lost his Taoist mind.
The scene that greeted my eyes was appalling.
The moment Shen Lian closed his eyes, he saw plant roots bursting out of his blood vessels.
The branches of the banyan tree used Shen Lian's body as a carrier, and soon reached a height of more than ten meters, covering the sky and the moon, attracting the attention of countless eyes.
The unbounded spiritual roots of forty thousand years of Taoism already have the characteristics of innate spiritual roots.
Even the temporarily grown branches can exert their strength sixty-seven times out of ten.
The trunk is like a skinned limb, with dark red blood vessels crisscrossing the surface, as if blood is constantly flowing through it.
Poof.
The lush canopy is like a cloud of flesh and blood, covering a thousand meters.
Even if Yan Wen is far away, he can still hear the heartbeat in the tree trunk. The branches are swaying in the wind, and blood is dripping from the ends.
Immediately afterwards, the endless shadow spread.
A bloody mouth emerged, and the densely packed fangs shone with a cold light.
The temple was completely plunged into darkness.
"Ghost Realm!"
"A ghost realm that can only be formed by demons practicing Taoism for at least 20,000 years!!!"
Yan Wen took a quick glance and noticed the two thousand-year-old demons. As the person behind them, Shen Lian could not be a warrior.
Even today, the concept that warriors are demons' blood-eaters is still deeply rooted in people's hearts.
More than a dozen monks from the Nine Realms disappeared into the ghost realm, but no waves were generated, leaving the following monks to stay on the edge and not dare to step forward.
Swish, swish, swish.
A spider thread tied the monk again and pulled him into the darkness without warning.
The Buddha's light in Qingming Temple soared. The Arhat who was sitting in charge was obviously aware of Shen Lian, but he did not take action immediately. Instead, he summoned the monks.
Shen Lian ignored the noise from the outside world and activated his fishing power to act on the unknown scripture.
“It’s better to be high-profile, it’s time to gather the old troops and take back the ghost market.”
The occasional corpse of one or two sick monks also intensifies the changes in the unknown scriptures.
Fragmented memory images passed through his mind, covering the ground where the roots of the peach tree were spread, and tens of thousands of corpses hanging from the branches.
Shen Lian gradually mastered the unknown scriptures, and Qingming Temple returned to peace.
Three days later.
The branches of the banyan tree have reached 100 meters, and the ghost realm of Taotie has also expanded. At the same time, the myna returned to Xiaoxitian after wandering from various caves.
The number of monks gathering in Qingming Temple is increasing.
Yan Wen was shocked. After receiving Gao Qiu's initiative to convey the message, he immediately informed the other party of what happened.
Gao Qiu fell into a long silence, and the teleportation was interrupted again.
………
Deep in the Xiaoxitian, a hundred-meter-high temple shines with the light of Buddha.
The Buddha's light continues to appear in a clockwise vortex.
The door of the temple is thirty or forty meters wide, and the people walking in it are all Bodhisattvas, and there are countless monks serving them.
Ordinary monks are responsible for the most humble tasks, and if they are not careful, they will be trampled to death by Bodhisattvas.
“Cough cough cough.”
In the corner of the temple, there was an old monk with his back against the wall coughing incessantly. The passing monks avoided him for fear of contracting a stubborn disease.
The old monk's body was covered with acne, and all kinds of germs grew among his flesh and blood.
“I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out, how could Senior Brother join Xiao Xitian?”
"Brother, why did you take refuge in Xiaoxi!"
The old monk is Gao Qiu, but the loss of control of his body and soul is not a disguise, it is entirely due to the use of extreme methods to transform into an immortal.
In order to become a human being, Gao Qiu’s foundation has been completely destroyed.
The serious price caused him to become neither human nor ghost.
But Gao Qiu knew that the disciples of the Eight Divisions needed to become immortals themselves, otherwise the remaining orthodoxy would be destroyed, and the surviving disciples would only die.
"Huhu."
In just a moment, the skin and flesh of his feet were already ulcerated.
Unable to control the martial arts scriptures, Gao Qiu was in pain all the time, and he had no idea when his soul would completely collapse.
"Sakyamuni must have imprisoned all the eight righteous gods in the temple."
"As long as I find one person, I can die in peace."
Gao Qiu muttered and walked aimlessly in the palace.
For a Bodhisattva, it takes only a dozen steps to cross a room, but it takes him several days, and he is very close to collapse.
“Junior Brother Gao.”
Gao Qiu turned around and saw Shao Xiuwen scrubbing the ground.
Shao Xiuwen was once a human immortal in the Tai Sui tribe, with the most talented person under Taozi. Now his clone is completely damaged and he is still lingering.
"Senior Brother Shao." Gao Qiu said with a bitter smile: "The dirt has stained the ground, so you have to worry about it, but it shouldn't be a problem for long."
"Don't come forward anymore, we can't be tolerated there."
Shao Xiuwen reminded him kindly, but Gao Qiu shook his head and continued walking.
"Junior Brother Gao, there are 4,500 Buddhist slaves trapped in the temple among the eight tribes, but there are only a few immortals. We have... no way to die."
Gao Qiu remained silent. His palms left a series of blood marks on the wall.
"Junior Brother Gao, we can help you suppress your injuries."
"No."
Gao Qiu was extremely weak, and his consciousness of survival was slowly dissipating. He took out the trembling hand with his left hand. The magic talisman is sent to the remaining disciples.
He wanted Yan Wen to dismiss the eight disciples in the shallow ghost market.
It is better to muddle along outside than to die in Xiaoxitian.
"Yan Wen..."
Before Gao Qiu could speak, Yan Wen hurriedly said: "Master, I met a human immortal who claimed to be a monk from the Plague Department."
"What? ?”
“He asked me to bring you something. He said that senior brother is back.”
Gao Qiu’s pupils were trembling as he listened to Yan Wen continue to add, describing Shen Lian’s strangeness. He suspected that the latter was a third force that wanted to intervene in Xiao Xitian's situation.
Yan Wen asked Gao Qiu if he wanted to use Shen Lian to rescue Zhengshen.
Gao Qiu could no longer speak. His weak soul unconsciously stopped transmitting thoughts, but his eyes were burning with a burning flame of survival.
Sakyamuni is indeed exactly the same as Shen Lian, but he is definitely no match for his senior brother!
Gao Qiu's wound healed, and he rushed to Shao Xiuwen with wide eyes. The latter couldn't help being startled by Gao Qiu's unwillingness.
“Senior Brother Shao, how many disciples of the Eight Divisions do you think are still in the temple?!!”
"Four...four thousand five hundred people."
"It won't be long before Sakyamuni has no time to pay attention to us."
"Take the opportunity to kill out!!!"
< br>A pair of eyes cast with suppressed anger, no need for any response.
(End of this chapter)