I can't be a demon.

Chapter 285 Promotion to Level and Transfer Cost

Shen Lian endured the pain caused by the dissolution of his soul.

“Mahayana Buddhism is really outrageous.”

The sky above Wuzhuang Temple was already filled with densely packed scriptures. In just a short time, the true scriptures had evolved into thousands of sentences of Mahayana Buddhism.

There are countless lower-level Buddhist teachings, and their scale is overwhelming.

Shen Lian felt creepy just looking at it from afar, and got goose bumps all over his body.

"The true scripture... definitely cannot be a product of Buddhism. It is just that by relying on the Buddha, it gave birth to such a weird and inexplicable thing."

Shen Lian discovered that the true scriptures did not need food to reproduce. If Mahayana Buddhism was left unchecked, it would be enough to destroy this world.

At the same time, the true scriptures do contain the mystery of rebirth.

Shen Lian was being eroded by the Buddha's light. Although his body and soul were on the verge of collapse at any time, he instinctively felt that if he did not die for long, his body and soul would most likely ascend to heaven and become an immortal.

"Damn it, what is the source of the true scripture?!"

Shen Lian felt that the Lingshan Mountain in the West should not be the source.

God knows where Jin Chanzi got the true scriptures from, and the Lingshan Mountain in the West is probably now a nest for the reproduction of the true scriptures.

It is highly likely that the Buddhas never died, just like the arms of Vipaśyin Buddha. They became part of Mahayana Buddhism and formed a symbiotic relationship with the scriptures.

"Brother Sha, can you four really live to see me become a land immortal?"

Shen Lian smiled bitterly. It was hard to imagine what the highest level of Buddhism was like. The current world of Journey to the West was just the tip of the iceberg.

Click click click.

The soul made a sound as if it was overwhelmed.

The birth of the split soul had already severely damaged the original spirit, and facing the pervasive erosion of the Buddha's light, there was no time to heal.

"No matter whether the soul can see what is happening at the banquet, we must leave."

Shen Lian's mind moved, and the roots of the teleportation tree began to shrink, pulling him deep into the ground little by little. He could see that more than 80% of the space in the soil was occupied by ginseng fruit trees.

The moment he entered the tree hole, the Buddha's light suddenly stopped.

The ginseng fruit tree rioted.

Seeing this, the scriptures scattered like frightened birds. The extremely faint soul took the opportunity to look up at the clouds and saw some clues.

Shen Lian lay flat in the courtyard of the pawnshop, focusing his attention on repairing the injuries of his body and soul.

With a quick glance, he noticed that the situation at the banquet was calmer than he had imagined, and that the immortals and gods had different ways of responding to Mahayana Buddhism.

But as long as they survive, their strength will improve by leaps and bounds.

Previously, Shen Lian still thought that he had the ability to fight against some immortals and gods, but now he has completely given up the idea because everyone is the same version.

It is obvious that the immortals and gods are trying to find a way to refine the true scriptures.

A dozen people led by Zhen Yuanzi tried to integrate the scriptures into their bodies and souls. Their behavior was the most radical, but later cultivators who wanted to be promoted to terrestrial immortals all used the same method.

Shen Lian was horrified and realized the drawbacks of refining the scriptures to become a terrestrial immortal.

When the immortals and gods were assimilating into the true scriptures, the features of Vipaśyin Buddha appeared in their appearance. Their facial features looked the same at first glance, but their every frown and smile carried some of the Buddha's features, which was creepy.

"If I refine the true scriptures in the Nine Realms of the Heavenly Palace, I will be closer to Buddha."

"Or imitate Zhen Yuanzi..."

Zhen Yuanzi's mouth was stretched to the corners, and Vipasyin Buddha's arm was stuffed into his mouth little by little, but his appearance did not obviously transform him into a Buddha.

Of course, it’s not because Zhen Yuanzi’s strength is far beyond ordinary.

Zhen Yuanzi must have been exposed to Mahayana Buddhism very early, and had been planning how to refine it, specifically treating the ginseng fruit tree as a "disaster object."

The drawbacks of Buddha-ification have been transferred to the ginseng fruit tree.

The ginseng fruit tree underwent a dramatic change. The upper half already had three or four parts of the outline of Vipasyin Buddha. The lifelike face could wake up at any time, but the demonic aura it exuded was even stronger.

When Zhen Yuanzi completely refines the true scripture, a demon that shakes the world will be born!!!

"The demon transformed from an innate spiritual root must have spent more than 100,000 years in cultivation!"

"Damn it, Zhen Yuanzi transferred the price to the ginseng fruit tree! A hundred thousand year old demon might be able to easily change the situation of the three realms."

The taboos of a mother apply to all mortals, and the ginseng fruit tree is even more terrifying.

Compared with the immortals and gods like Zhen Yuanzi, the seven or eight people headed by Patriarch Bodhi were just the opposite. They had no intention of refining the scriptures at all.

While enduring the erosion of Mahayana Buddhism, they also comprehended the true scriptures.

Patriarch Bodhi's lifelong understanding of the Tao poured into his brows, forming vague lines of Taoism, which seemed to contain the inheritance of the Tao.

The Dao patterns are combined with each other, just like the writing on oracle bones.

The true scriptures are like twisted mosquito larvae.

The word "Tao" is like a wriggling mayfly.

If all goes well, Patriarch Bodhi will be able to create his own true scriptures, achieving the same goal as Zhen Yuanzi, but without the drawbacks of becoming a Buddha.

"I see. It seems there is more than one path to becoming an immortal on earth."

Shen Lian suddenly felt that the trip was worthwhile.

As expected of Patriarch Bodhi, he is able to keenly grasp the hidden opportunities of Mahayana Buddhism.

"anyway……"

No matter how Shen Lian looked at it, Patriarch Bodhi's method was extremely feasible, and slowly, vague words of Tao began to appear.

But the problem is that the Bodhi Patriarch of later generations went crazy.

Could it be that Zhen Yuanzi attacked and killed Patriarch Bodhi?

Otherwise, in Shen Lian's opinion, it was impossible for Patriarch Bodhi to fail. He was only one step away from the birth of the word Tao, so there was almost no possibility of failure.

The other immortals and gods chose a more cautious approach.

They did not refine the true scriptures, nor did they dare to give birth to the word Tao. They simply accepted the baptism of Buddha's light, causing themselves to begin to shed their skin.

The strength increase after the transformation is inevitably much weaker. Shen Lian tried his best to maintain the split soul. Once the split soul disappeared, he would lose the connection with Wuzhuang Temple, and even the surface world would disappear.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the split soul quietly slipped into the banquet area.

Wuzhuang Temple was like a tornado. Instead of densely packed scriptures at the banquet site, it barely maintained the remaining vitality of the soul.

time flies.

As the ten days were about to end, there was no sign of the refining of the scriptures coming to an end.

"kindness?"

Shen Lian's heart was shaken, and in the last half day, Patriarch Bodhi suddenly woke up.

Although the word "Tao" on his forehead had not yet taken shape, Patriarch Bodhi took the initiative to interrupt his retreat. His eyes became dull and his white beard swayed in the wind.

Shen Lian was restless, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Patriarch Bodhi faced the west, as if he saw something. His hands began to tremble uncontrollably and he muttered incoherently.

The immortal gods who were refining the word "Tao" together opened their eyes quickly.

Tieguai Li kept asking Patriarch Bodhi, but the latter did not respond at all. The complete word "Tao" between his eyebrows broke into pieces and disappeared bit by bit.

It was the first time Shen Lian saw that Patriarch Bodhi looked like a dying old man.

There was deep despair on his face.

The body and soul of Bodhi Patriarch fell apart bit by bit. Only after the immortal gods such as Li Tieguai dispersed the word "Tao" between their eyebrows did they avoid following in his footsteps.

Shen Lian sighed in disbelief: "Master...what did he see?"

Patriarch Bodhi was crying and laughing. His originally youthful face and white hair were now covered with wrinkles on his skin, and his back was bent, revealing his old age.

When he was about to die, Zhen Yuanzi successfully swallowed the arm of Vipasyin Buddha.

Once the refining was completed, a huge amount of scriptures flowed into Zhen Yuanzi's body like swallows returning to their nests, increasing his strength by at least hundreds or thousands of times.

The upper half of the ginseng fruit tree has turned into flesh and blood, and looks no different from Vipaśyin Buddha.

In fact, it has a weird demonic quality.

The corpses around the ginseng fruit tree all appeared to be demonized.

Because the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple were crowded together, they gathered into a group with Qingfeng Mingyue as the center, and then buried themselves deep among the roots.

Han Xiangzi's spiritual roots and immortal bones are still preserved, protecting a wisp of her soul.

Zhen Yuanzi flicked his sleeves, stacked up the skins shed by the immortals and gods, imprinted a word of scripture on them, and let Bodhi Patriarch take it. The latter's injuries stabilized in the blink of an eye.

But Patriarch Bodhi has completely fallen into madness.

The perspective of the split soul became increasingly unclear. Shen Lian tried his best to maintain a little spiritual light and still stared at Wuzhuang Temple intently.

Zhen Yuanzi looked around, ignoring his disciples who were all dead or injured.

He counted with his fingers, "The flow of time in Wuzhuang Temple is different from that in the Three Realms. Today happens to be the first day of the Lunar New Year in the 27th year of Zhenguan."

"Only the first day, the world has been turned upside down."

"Who could have imagined that the next 364 days would be..."

Zhen Yuanzi stopped abruptly, and then countless scriptures flowed out from his sleeves.

"who?!!"

Shen Lian cut off the life of the split soul without hesitation, and immediately lost the sense of Wuzhuang Temple and lay flat in the courtyard, gasping for breath.

After a long time, he relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"The emergence of Mahayana Buddhism was only the beginning of the 27th year of Zhenguan."

You should know that in the same year, after Patriarch Bodhi returned to the Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon, he swallowed the Three Mischievous Monkeys and began to look for the trace of Sun Wukong.

A lot of things must have happened during this period that were closely related to Jin Chanzi.

"Who re-established the 81 difficulties? Was it Jin Chanzi?"

Shen Lian calmed himself down. Perhaps only by imitating Sha Wujing's journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures could he figure out everything and the role played by Jin Chanzi in the 27th year of Zhenguan.

Instead of considering the truth of the 27th year of Zhenguan, it is better to delve into how to be promoted to a land immortal.

"Hey."

"Refine the true scriptures and create your own true scriptures."

Shen Lian prefers to create his own true scripture, but the desperate expression of Patriarch Bodhi is still vivid in his mind, which is bound to be extremely dangerous. If he refines the true scripture, the cost of transfer will be relatively simple.

"Let's talk about it later. To create a true scripture, one must be immersed in Mahayana Buddhism. With the baptism of Mahayana Buddhism, the inheritance of the orthodox tradition can undergo a transformation."

The Mahayana Buddhist teachings that Zhen Yuanzi acquired were as long as an arm, which, if converted into the length of scriptures, would be estimated to be around a hundred sentences.

It is already the best if Bodhi Patriarch can say one or two things.

"Promote to the sixth level first, so as to avoid constant disturbances in the Little Leiyin Temple."

Shen Lian took out the demonized ginseng fruit, and a prompt appeared on the career panel.

[The Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree occupation has been triggered. You can start the job by spending 20 points.]

[Infinite Corpse Root-Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree Compatibility 95.78%]

[Whether to synthesize the Corpse Ginseng Fruit Tree and be promoted to Infinite Corpse Roots]

After Shen Lian confirmed that everything was correct, he went into the underground river under Yanliang Town. After all, the promotion of the banyan tree would make its own peculiarities more intense.

When promotion begins.

Shen Lian had no idea that a thick black gas was inexplicably surging from his flesh and blood.

The banyan tree slowly absorbed the black air and grew stronger.

If Zhen Yuanzi was around, he would definitely realize that when Shen Lian was promoted to a higher position, the cost was very similar to his transfer, but it was more controllable.

(End of this chapter)