I can't be a demon.

Chapter 248: Raising Sutras is Raising Silkworms
Shen Lian always felt that the words of the Golden-Winged Roc were inexplicably familiar.

"Thank you so much, Master...Nephew."

The golden-winged Roc nodded with a smile, then plucked three feathers from its head.

The surface of the feather is ordinary, but it exudes a faint Buddhist light, without any trace of evil spirit, and you can tell at a glance that it is precious.

It is not necessarily inferior to Monkey King’s three hairs.

"Uncle Master, you don't know that all three feathers contain a trace of the true meaning of the phoenix. Even if you simply activate them, they can be used as a talisman that can shrink the earth into a thousand miles."

The golden-winged Roc talked eloquently.

Shen Lian noticed that after the Golden-Winged Roc was freed from the forbidden confinement, its uneven feathers had begun to grow again.

But the new feathers were far inferior to the three given to him.

Shen Lian did not take it lightly and repeatedly confirmed that there was no problem before reaching out to take it.

The golden-winged Roc in the original work seems to be the third of the three monsters in Lion Camel Ridge, but his methods and character far surpass those of the other two monster kings.

The one who wanted to eat Tang Monk was the Golden-winged Peng Eagle, but because he was afraid of Sun Wukong, he simply found the Yellow-toothed Old Elephant and the Green-haired Lion Monster to become sworn brothers with him.

He was willing to be the third brother, and it felt more like he was using the two monsters as a gun.

Later, the Buddha's attitude towards the Golden-Winged Peng Eagle was also very subtle. The Golden-Winged Peng Eagle repeatedly expressed that eating vegetarian food in Lingshan was too hard, and it would be better to stay in the mortal world and eat meat and drink blood happily.

The Buddha replied that he had many believers in the four continents, and the offerings he received could be given to the golden-winged Roc first.

The golden-winged Roc reluctantly agreed and eventually became a guardian at the Western Sacred Mountain.

Shen Lian has always found it difficult to understand the actions of the immortals and Buddhas in Journey to the West.

Why? Not only are a large number of monsters related to immortals and Buddhas, they even subdued many monsters with the help of Tang Monk's journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

Shen Lian frowned slightly and glanced at the sky above his head.

"Could it be that the immortals and Buddhas have foreseen something?"

"The speed at which the demons of later times grow in power is indeed terrifying. It is far from being explained by the saying that everyone is Tang Monk's flesh. After all, the Tang Dynasty is still maintaining order, and the demons are not kept in the mortal world."

"Brother Sha should have always strictly followed the rules and regulations. It is impossible for him to have eaten humans in large numbers for thousands of years, yet he has already practiced Taoism for 90,000 years."

"Will..."

"What did the immortals and Buddhas foresee? Are they subduing the demons to deal with some kind of catastrophe?"

Shen Lian came back to his senses, and the prompt on the career panel interrupted his thoughts.

[The 〈Golden Winged Demonic Peng〉 occupation has been triggered. You can start the job by spending 20 points.]

Shen Lian took a look at the degree of compatibility between [Golden-Winged Demon Peng] and Wanshou Corpse Root at 71.55%, while that between Wangsheng Tanchan was at 85.98%.

The golden-winged Roc does have a connection with Buddhism, but it is not enough to be reborn into a Buddha and be promoted.

Shen Lian secretly displayed his supernatural power of wisdom eye.

【Golden Winged Peng Feather】

[Born from the golden-winged Roc, it has the magical power of traveling a thousand miles a day and protecting souls. It is a superior spiritual material for refining magic weapons. ]

"My eldest disciple, bring me two more feathers to use for nurturing the true scripture."

"it is good."

The golden-winged Roc did not hesitate at all, its head was almost bald, but the feathers it took off looked slightly inferior to Shen Lian's three.

Sha Wujing pinched his fingers and said, "Brother, put the feather between the scriptures."

Shen Lian took it and did as he was told. As the feather approached the scripture, he saw the words on the surface become impatient and began to wriggle like larvae.

The paper closed and there was a sound of insects gnawing at it.

The aura of the scriptures became stronger and stronger.

The handwriting is extremely lively, as if they are multiplying and growing with each other. The number seems to be densely packed, and I wonder how many sentences of middle and lower level Buddhism can be produced.

Shen Lian's scalp tingled. The true scriptures were almost exactly the same as those of insects.

Isn’t it the same with raising silkworms?
Facts have proved that the true scriptures that can help ordinary people ascend to become immortals on earth are not unique, and can even be mass-produced in a short period of time.

The number of land immortals who went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures was probably more than imagined.

Sha Wujing saw what Shen Lian was thinking and explained, "The true sutra written by Monk Faming is most likely the Middle Vehicle Buddhism, so he needs the feathers of the golden-winged Peng eagle as food."

"For Theravada Buddhism, anything can be offered as an offering in a Buddhist temple."

"Will I...starve to death?"

"That won't happen, but it has to be sealed with special paper. Otherwise, if it gets out of control, the harm caused by the scripture will be no less than that of demons."

Shen Lian was speechless, with deep surprise in his eyes.

The true scriptures obtained from the Lingshan Mountain in the West are fed to immortals and Buddhas.

That's ridiculous, right?
Sha Wujing gathered up some of his robes, and in his hand appeared a nine-ring staff made of yellow sand.

"Let's go. Since the Golden Winged Peng Eagle has already attained enlightenment, the other two disciples must have noticed it. We have to hurry."

Sha Wujing looked at Shen Lian and said, "Don't worry that I will suddenly go crazy. The Golden Winged Peng Eagle can help me share some of my distracting thoughts. Maybe it will take more than ten days for me to go crazy for half a day."

The golden-winged Peng Eagle suggested, "Master, why don't I take you there? We can reach the village where Third Junior Brother is in an instant."

"Need not."

Sha Wujing glanced at Shen Lian and said, "Walking is also a form of cultivation."

The golden-winged Roc did not force it.

The tight hoop he wears is more restrictive than that of Sun Wukong, and it has even distorted his thoughts, making it impossible for him to rebel against Sha Wujing.

The temple turned into rolling yellow sand, and all that remained around it was an endless river of quicksand.

"kindness."

Shen Lian groaned.

The Quicksand Body Strengthening Technique was performed unconsciously, and the severe pain seeped into his bone marrow again.

In two or three breaths, Shen Lian's flesh, blood, and bones were already filled with sand, and the temperature of the sand was skyrocketing, with metal toxins seeping out.

Even the immortal profound art that was forged into steel could not withstand such torture. Shen Lian's body was about to collapse.

Too much or too little body training is bad. He could indeed accept high-intensity training, but Sha Wujing's 40,000 years of cultivation was by no means comparable. Even a single wisp of leaked breath was unbearable for him.

"No, it will damage the foundation."

Shen Lian quickly stopped the operation of the Quicksand Body Tempering Technique.

At this moment.

Sha Wujing’s thoughts rang in my ears.

"Junior brother, just focus on training your body, I will ensure your life is safe."

As soon as he finished speaking, a grain of dark red soil fell into Shen Lian's mouth, and then, a steady stream of nutrients gushed out from it.

However, the nutrients in the soil are difficult to digest, and even the fourth-level food supplement ability is a bit difficult, so most of the nutrients can only be stored in the Dantian.

A small amount of nutrients washed through Shen Lian's nearly withered flesh, blood and bones.

At the same time, he discovered that the Blood Demon's possession magic skill could also help him absorb nutrients. It was a pity that this martial art had not yet been integrated into the Immortal Profound Art.

【Xi soil】

[Born from the Flowing Sand River, the volume of Xirang increases with the passage of time. It can be used to grow spiritual materials. A strand of earth essence is accidentally mixed in, which makes it difficult to digest after consumption. ]

Sha Wujing said calmly, "This thing is called Xirang, which I got from the cave. It contains some rare earth essence, which is enough to sustain me until I reach Panchang Mountain."

The corner of Shen Lian's mouth twitched.

Senior Brother Sha probably thinks that I also have an appetite for a peerless demon.

If I didn't have the magical power of food supplement, I might even die from starvation.

"Junior brother, you have your own path of cultivation, and I cannot interfere. I hope that Xirang can help you reach the realm of immortals on land in the future."

Sha Wujing talked to himself for a while and then ignored him.

The golden-winged Roc was on guard in mid-air and did not notice Shen Lian.

Shen Lian had a hard time expressing his distress. The nutrients stored in his dantian were increasing. Either the excess nutrients would be wasted or his dantian would be damaged.

"Haha, haha, greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant!"

The starling was still making a mocking, shrill chirping sound over my shoulder.

[Do you want to consume 38 points to advance to the fourth level of Blood Demon Possession Divine Art?]

"No way, sure!"

The moment he invested the points, Shen Lian's blood boiled. His occupation panel took the initiative to share the digestion of the soil and devoured the stored nutrients.

Sha Wujing's eyes revealed that he was a teachable boy.

After Shen Lian realized that the Blood Demon's possession magic power had advanced to the fourth level, he did not dare to delay and continued to strive for the fifth level while the nutrients in the soil were abundant.

There are only five levels of the Blood Demon Possession Magical Skill, and he had been practicing it in his spare time before.

Shen Lian was fully focused on his body, and instinctively followed Sha Wujing's back closely, not even having time to pay attention to the passage of time.

I don’t know how many days have passed.

The blood demon's possession magic skill was gradually completed, and his dantian seemed to be overflowing again.

[Whether to consume 4 points to combine the Immortal Mystical Art and the Blood Demon Possession Divine Art]

After Shen Lian confirmed it, his flesh, blood and bones revealed an indescribable suction force, and the nutrients stored in his dantian disappeared in a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the Immortal Mysterious Art began to devour the Xirang.

Shen Lian was a little hesitant.

The Xirang that Sha Wujing gave himself was only the size of a grain of rice, but according to the characteristics of Xirang, it could slowly increase in volume even if left alone.

As a result, while Shen Lian was hesitating, the soil essence was completely exhausted, and the Xiran also followed suit, turning into dispensable nutrients and disappearing without a trace.

The Quicksand Body Tempering Method has reached perfection, and the physical body is only half a step away from the ultimate of the seventh realm of Dao Infant. The next step is to practice hard.

Just waiting for an opportunity, half a step means it may be reached at any time.

"pity."

"If I had known earlier, I would have buried the soil at the roots of the banyan tree."

Shen Lian shook his head, and then his soul scanned his body as usual.

He was stunned as he noticed that his own flesh and blood actually exuded a faint scent of Xirang. Although the volume of his flesh and blood would not increase, it undoubtedly possessed some of the characteristics of Xirang.

"Can't my flesh and blood be used to grow spiritual materials?"

Don't worry about having too much debt.

Anyway, his whole body is full of rare treasures, so Shen Lian feels that having more Xirang is not a big deal.

Suddenly, he had an idea and took out the Danlu Fruit. After taking it into his middle dantian and watering it with blood, the Danlu Fruit did show signs of taking root and sprouting.

Shen Lian was overjoyed. If he could carry the Danlu Fruit with him, it would no longer be difficult for him to use his magical power to give birth to creatures.

Yunling Daoying drilled into the middle dantian and protected the growth of the danlu fruit.

Don’t be fooled by the walnut-like size of the Dantian. In fact, it is more than enough to accommodate an alchemy furnace. Thousands of years ago, many cultivators would refine the Dantian into storage space.

"Junior brother, we have arrived at the manor of the green-haired lion monster."

Shen Lian opened his eyes and saw a dilapidated building complex a hundred miles away. In addition to the extremely strong demonic aura, there were also traces of magic array arrangements.

"Master, the cuckoo has taken over the magpie's nest."

Shen Lian sensed that the demonic aura was somewhat familiar, and asked, "Is it Panhuan Cave?"

"Amitabha, he is indeed the descendant of the Nine Spirits Saint."

Sha Wujing clasped his hands together and walked towards Zhuangzi one after the other with the golden-winged Peng Eagle.

"I am here to convert the Green-haired Lion Monster. What does this have to do with Panhuan Cave?"

"If anyone tries to stop us, we will kill them."

(End of this chapter)