I can't be a demon.

Chapter 256 Farewell to an Old Friend
"Amitabha, Junior Brother, you should also leave Panchang Mountain as soon as possible. Staying here for a long time will easily cause the dream to collapse prematurely."

After Sha Wujing finished speaking, he disappeared with his three disciples.

Shen Lian looked around and found that the shallow dream had vanished. "Dreams are really fragile, otherwise I could have retreated to impact the Eighth Realm of Divine Wandering."

"Stupid~~"

The mynah bird showed a look of contempt. Most of the Bone Blade's appetite came from Shen Lian, otherwise it would not have eaten the dream into pieces.

A large amount of wine gushed out of the wine gourd, and soon a pool of water accumulated in the mountains. Suddenly, an extremely rich medicinal fragrance wafted around.

Everyone felt relaxed and happy, and their bodies and souls became unusually active.

"Ah Lian."

Shen Hansheng came over impatiently and whispered, "Son, do you know? Our ancestor is actually Tianpeng Zhenjun, so he has extraordinary martial arts talent..."

The corner of Shen Lian's mouth twitched as he noticed that Shen Hansheng was only half a step away from the sixth level of Yuan Dan.

The father chattered incessantly about what he had seen and heard in recent days, and occasionally he would dream of Tianpeng Zhenjun teaching him the tricks of cultivation.

It can be seen that the human father and the ghost father get along quite well.

Shen Lian originally had no intention of letting Shen Hansheng go to Lion Camel Ridge for retreat, but natural disasters and man-made calamities were the main themes of the Journey to the West world. Even if Shen Hansheng was not allowed to practice, it would be difficult to keep him away from demons.

"Old man, has Yanshan encountered any disaster in the past six months?"

"Disaster?"

Shen Hansheng hesitated for a few breaths, "There is a locust plague north of Yanshan, but because of the mountain range, it has not affected Yanshan."

"kindness."

“It’s strange.” Shen Hansheng added with a smile: “When the locust plague just ended, it was said that a large number of women in Liang Town north of Yanshan became pregnant. Some people said that the disaster touched the local spiritual veins.”

Shen Lian frowned slightly, but didn't delve into it further.

There are too many strange things in this world, and many of them are incomprehensible. Perhaps some demon with thousands of years of experience is involved behind them.

"A Lian, take good care of yourself for the next fifty years."

"Old man, you have been in seclusion for fifty years, and I have been in the outside world for only a few quarters of an hour at most."

"That's it."

Shen Hansheng scratched his head, but did not ask the reason for the different speeds of time flow.

"Old man, I'm leaving first. You should be patient and retreat. I estimate that it will take you at least ten to twenty years to reach the sixth level of Yuan Dan."

"You underestimate the old man."

Shen Hansheng was full of confidence and kept muttering about opening a new page in the family tree.

Shen Lian turned to Ma Wanhu and said, "Master Ma, please allocate the resources needed for the retreat. I will also provide you with some longevity wine, mainly to suppress the previous injuries."

"Don't waste it. You know the situation of this old man very well."

"Hahaha, I can't live well, but I can't die either. An old man who refuses to die is a thief. A mere fifty years can't do anything to my life."

Shen Lian did not force it and only showed respect to Ma Wanhu.

Ma Wanhu nodded and quickly asked Su Yu to inform the other monks.

Shen Lian escaped from the dream and saw the busy figures of the three demons from Lion Camel Ridge, setting up a magic array around the cave, mainly to prevent Lion Camel Ridge from falling further into the depths of the underworld.

The surroundings are still covered with yellow sand, and the aura of the Immortal God Platform can be vaguely sensed.

Although the bodies and souls of the demons born through the Immortal God Platform are similar to those of their original owners, their intelligence is quite low, which in a sense can prevent them from getting out of control.

Shen Lian quickly found Sha Wujing's location.

Sha Wujing secretly performed a forbidden act, constantly twisting the immortal platform in front of him, and gradually gave birth to an eagle, a lion and two evil ghosts from the same origin.

Shen Lian did not disturb Sha Wujing, but only noticed the latter's unstable state.

Sha Wujing practiced Taoism for 90,000 years, but in 30,000 years he turned into the Three Demons of Lion Camel Ridge, and left his corpse in the Quicksand River.

With fifty thousand years of cultivation, can one really reach the Western Sacred Mountain safely?
The level of cultivation of the greatest demons in the history varies greatly every ten thousand years. It is obvious that Sha Wujing cut off one of his own arms, and no one knows what the meaning of this is.

After a long time.

Sha Wujing suppressed his resentment and said, "Don't worry about it anymore. In the next twenty years, the three ghosts will wake up one after another to guard Lion Camel Ridge."

"Brother Sha, when do you plan to leave?"

"After the mortals come out of seclusion, it's almost time to start the journey to the west again. Even if the journey goes smoothly, it will probably take three to four hundred years."

Shen Lian asked curiously: "Brother, don't you think there is something missing?"

Sha Wujing looked puzzled.

"If you are seeking the true scriptures, you should bring a horse with you, right?"

"No horse can withstand the erosion of the Quicksand River."

Shen Lian chuckled, "Brother, I know of a cave with a powerful dragon trapped inside. It can be used as a means of transportation."

Since Sha Wujing is deliberately trying to get closer to the four-member group, the White Dragon Horse must be indispensable.

Yingchoujian is not open yet. If one wants to meet the requirements of the White Dragon Horse, one must go to the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas. The problem is that the Dragon Palace is extremely dangerous, and entering and exiting the cave depends on chance.

Shen Lian’s target is the All-Hallowed Dragon Mother of Bibotan.

"feasible."

Sha Wujing agreed, and while the two were chatting, Panchang Mountain began to collapse.

Fifty years can be said to have passed in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, an endless stream of figures jumped out from Panchang Mountain.

The first to be affected was Wang Xin, whose cultivation was close to breaking through the elixir and becoming an infant. Then came Ye Lan, Zuo Yan and other thousand households, but unfortunately they had not yet been promoted to the eighth level of the divine realm.

"kindness?"

Shen Lian looked surprised. He didn't expect that Zhang Yuanzhen could successfully break through the eighth level of the divine journey.

Zhang Yuanzhen had been hesitating whether to switch to martial arts. Even after fifty years of seclusion, he still had not made up his mind and ultimately still focused on internal strength.

There is no need to spend a lot of time on the conversion, which is a blessing in disguise and can help you make further progress.

Shen Lian could see the regret in Zhang Yuanzhen's eyes. Only by reaching the eighth level of inner strength could one know the difference between the two sects.

The Eight Realms of Divine Travel is the upper limit of internal strength, but it is just the beginning for immortal methods. Warriors like Xinshan generally have the cultivation level of the third realm after Yuandan.

Shen Hansheng has reached Yuandan perfection, but there are obviously more than a dozen less warriors.

After all, martial arts are still in the stage of exploration and progress. The experience provided by Shen Lian may not be suitable for ordinary people, and it is inevitable that some martial artists will die.

Ma Wanhu walked last.

Shen Lian couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Ma Wanhu.

To him, it was just a few short words, but to him, Ma Wanhu felt as if he had lived half his life. His body and soul were extremely withered, his back was hunched, and most of the vitality in his body had unconsciously dissipated.

Ma Wanhu is the only one among all the people whose cultivation has regressed instead of improved.

The aura fell to the seventh level of Dao Infant.

Su Yu supported Ma Wanhu, who still had a smiling face.

Zuo Yan asked hurriedly: "Master Shen, do you have any way to prolong my life?"

“No need.” Ma Wanhu refused, “I’m already 500 years old. I’m tired of living. There’s no need to force myself to stay alive.”

He saw Shen Lian's mouth slightly opened, and he smiled and said: "I will hand over the Jinwu Guard to Zhang Yuanzhen. In the next few years, many fellow Taoists will set foot in the Eight Realms of Divine Travel. The future of the Tang Dynasty is promising."

"Master Ma, let me take you back to the capital."

"Good good."

Shen Lian's mind moved slightly, and the roots of the teleportation tree drilled out of the soil, sending all the warriors except Zhang Yuanzhen back to the Yanshan area.

"Yellow Fang Nephew."

hum...

The old yellow-fanged elephant let out a long cry, and when Shen Lian came to his senses he was already in the capital.

It had been some time since the succession of the Tang emperors, and there was nothing unusual in the capital. The streets and alleys were bustling with people celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ma Wanhu looked dazed, with a look of intoxication in his eyes.

Zhang Yuanzhen hesitated and said, "Master Ma..."

"Let's go, leave them alone for a while."

Su Yu lifted a strand of hair from her temple and led the Jinwu Guards to the government office for transfer. The entire Jinwu Guard was bound to undergo a major reshuffle.

Perhaps if immersed in spiritual practice, fifty years will pass in the blink of an eye.

But everything in Chang'an City does seem a little strange.

Shen Lian accompanied Ma Wanhu to stand on the top of the city wall, watching the bustling Chang'an, with tens of thousands of men, women, young and old in sight.

Ma Wanhu stared blankly and muttered to himself like an old man.

"Sun Erniang's glutinous rice balls on Shenxi Street taste really good. A few steps away is the Zhuyeqing from Lao Shen Restaurant. Hehe, when I first came to Chang'an at the age of 20, I liked the roast chicken on Annan Street the most..."

He chattered on for most of the day until night fell over the capital.

The candlelight in the streets and alleys suddenly dimmed.

"Shen Lian, will I be unable to see the lights of the capital city in the future?"

Shen Lian did not respond, but just reached out and touched his forehead.

He opened his eyes vertically, and in the center of his pupils he saw the vision of an eighth-grade lotus platform. He immediately sensed the Zhong Kui temples scattered everywhere.

There are thirteen newly built Zhong Kui temples alone.

The fishing magic is displayed.

Lion Camel Ridge no longer exists, so there is no need to worry too much about fishing skills.

[Fishing for a 0.01-year-old python, experience +%]

[Fishing for a 0.03-year-old weasel, experience gained from the rebirth of a cicada +%]

.........

Ma Wanhu raised the corner of his mouth as he heard the faint howling of demons. The two or three hundred thousand demons hiding in the capital had nowhere to hide.

Shen Lian was doing two things at once, devouring the souls of demons and replacing the heads of mortals.

Without Lion Camel Ridge, mortals who have been possessed by others don’t have to worry too much. As long as they don’t leave the capital, they won’t bring disaster upon themselves.

The experience progress of Wangsheng Tanchan increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Rebirth of the Sandalwood Cicada reaches 10%, Martial Arts Points +20]

The lights in the government office were bright, and soon groups of constables poured out and temporarily sent the mortals who had undergone head-changing to the Zhong Kui Temple.

The lotus pedestal radiates light, and the statues of Zhong Kui calm the minds of mortals.

No sleep for one night.

The roosters crowed and the sun rose from the east.

The experience progress of Wangsheng Tanchan is fixed at 76%. As expected, Wangsheng Tanchan will be the first among the four professions to be promoted to the sixth level.

"Master Ma, I am sure that the Tang Dynasty will get back on track..."

Before Shen Lian finished speaking, he found that Ma Wanhu beside him was motionless, with a smile on his face and his right hand pointing in the direction of the sunrise.

Ma Wanhu died quietly of old age.

He deliberately concealed his breath before dying because he didn't want Shen Lian to prolong his life.

"Senior Ma, I am here. The Tang Dynasty will always be the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

Ma Wanhu loosened his right hand, as if he was waiting for Shen Lian's promise.

Snapped.

The corpse naturally turned to ashes.

"The Supreme Command, your lonely soul will be liberated, all ghosts and spirits will be touched, those with heads will be liberated, those without heads will be promoted, you will be killed with spears, knives, and by jumping into the water..."

Shen Lian silently chanted the mantra of rebirth to bid farewell to Ma San.

(End of this chapter)