I can't be a demon.

Chapter 357 I am a wolf among the sheep

The scene of sharing the food of the guardian deity is unparalleled in its impact.

Only Shen Lian had a blank expression, while the others were more or less shocked. There was even a monk who couldn't help but put his hands together and silently chanted "Amitabha".

"mercy?"

Huang Mei walked among the crowd and stared at this person.

"It's good to have a full meal, but why can't you bear to see the sufferings of the world?"

"If you don't enter Xiaoxitian, there will be many people who want to enter Xiaoxitian!"

Huang Mei waved his hand, and the monks fell apart while begging for mercy. "Don't tell me that some people really think that their majestic appearance is because they have practiced enough, right?"

He symbolically stroked the foreheads of the remaining twelve people with his sleeve.

Shen Lian and others changed into the monk robes of Da Ci'en Temple and were considered to have successfully entered the sect. They didn't even have to shave their heads or get scars. This shows that Huang Mei disdained the strict rules and regulations of Buddhism.

Everyone left the main hall in fear.

As Shen Lian stepped over the stairs, he heard Huang Mei's message that indicated something else.

"Junior Brother Tianwen, please stay in Da Ci'en Temple. Whether you are alive or dead, you are a part of Xiao Xitian."

Shen Lian frowned slightly. Huang Mei was very cunning and no one knew what he was planning.

His peripheral vision swept across the 283 golden cicada Buddha statues, but due to the huge size of the Tathagata Buddha statues, they were all shrouded in shadow.

"kindness?"

It didn't take long for Shen Lian to realize something was wrong.

The Buddha's light from the outside world seemed to have life, and it rushed towards Shen Lian.

As the Buddha's light bathed his body and soul, the seven-treasure Buddha bones in his body could not be restrained and autonomously absorbed the Buddha's light emitted by the guardian monastery.

After the seven-treasure Buddha bones digested the Buddha's light, although they were able to nourish the body, the Qi and blood leaked out uncontrollably, and even the lotus platform was unable to restrain them.

The others couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and felt their appetite growing.

"Huang Mei has probably realized the existence of the Seven Treasures Buddha Bone. This time, I want to comprehend the Earth Immortal Technique in a low-key manner, but it will be impossible."

"I've become very popular."

Shen Lian looked around and saw more and more pilgrims stopping.

After all, the pilgrims were all transformed from the little white dragon. Even if they had forgotten their memories, their demon instincts still existed, and their eyes suddenly turned red.

The ordinary monks in Da Ci'en Temple could not bear it any more and stopped chanting without any prior agreement.

Those eyes were as fierce as those of wolves and tigers. If Shen Lian had not followed Huang Mei in cultivation and had already become a Buddhist, someone would have pounced on him long ago.

"Oh shit!"

"Huang Mei, I will remember you!!"

Shen Lian finally understood Jin Chanzi's feelings. No matter whether others could threaten him or not, their naked eyes were like looking at a dish.

"What a great conspiracy, actively drawing the Buddha's light to act on me."

Shen Lian had only two choices: either be eaten up and his flesh, blood and bones became the foundation of all the Buddhas in Lesser Western Paradise, or stand out and become a Buddha.

He sneered and glanced at her, his murderous intent not concealed at all.

"Just wait for me, Huang Mei, I will make you pay back the debt you owe me four hundred years from now!"

Shen Lian no longer concealed his energy and blood. The murderous intent in his eyes made the people around him dare not step forward, and he went to his destination openly.

.........

Guangmu Hall.

There was not a single shadow in the temple, and the sound of wooden fish continued.

The statue of Guangmu, the guardian monastery, is about forty to fifty meters tall. There are twenty-three monks kneeling beside it, beating wooden fish for each other.

The candlelight flickered.

Due to the subtle changes in light and darkness, the Guangmu Buddha's glaring expression seems to be in fear, and he is afraid of the monks who are worshipping him.

[Shou Ping] is in the first position, holding the Buddhist beads in his left hand and transforming the spell with his right hand.

He is obviously the most senior Buddhist disciple in Guangmu Hall. His appearance is 80% similar to that of the guardian monastery. It is likely that it will not take long for him to achieve enlightenment and go to the next reincarnation.

"Brother Shouping."

A monk hurried in from outside the hall and called out cautiously.

"What's the matter?"

The monk was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe deeply. He quickly explained, "Brother Shouping, twelve Buddhist disciples will come to Guangmu Hall."

"I know that, don't worry, they won't affect our resources."

Shouping added calmly, "I will let them clean the Buddha statues for fifteen years, chant sutras and pray for fifteen years, and serve us for fifteen years. Only after forty-five years will they be exposed to Buddhist practice."

"good."

"Brother Shengming, only by tempering their character can we help their subsequent practice."

"Amitabha, you are right. If you cannot be patient for forty-five years, you will fall into the devil's way forever and never be able to be reborn."

The monk spoke in a sanctimonious manner, as if he was thinking of others.

In reality, all the monks who entered Da Ci'en Temple were ordinary people. After sitting in front of the Buddha for forty-five years, they would eventually die of old age.

"No, Brother Shouping, there is a person who is the disciple appointed by the Buddha!"

"Who?!"

Shouping's eyes widened, and when he opened his eyes, hundreds of eyes appeared all over his body, as if tangible malice was spreading out.

And each eye has two pupils, one large and one small, which are spinning wildly.

Forming a creepy vortex.

There was a dead silence in Guangmu Hall. The monks turned their heads away one after another. Anyone who looked directly at Shouping would make him displeased.

Shouping has been practicing for two hundred years, but has yet to achieve perfection.

Even in the past fifty years, his cultivation has not improved but has regressed.

The phenomenon of double pupils also appeared not long ago, indicating that the consciousness of the guardian Galan is gradually gaining the upper hand in Shouping's body.

"How can I be in the same room with him, the appointed disciple of Buddha? Hahaha, it's impossible that he will achieve perfection before me, right?"

No one replied, they all knew Shouping was going crazy.

Shouping's aura was extremely chaotic, and a monk quickly stepped forward, "Brother, I just took away Guangmu's wisdom according to the Buddhist teachings you taught me [Kalandamu Heart Sutra]."

The monk held an eyeball as big as a fist, the surface of which was covered with bloodshot and filled with deep malice.

The so-called root of wisdom is naturally the organ for protecting the religion, and the pupil is the best, which is the necessary resource for them to practice Buddhism.

Shouping took the Eye Pupil Wisdom and after swallowing it, the signs of his double pupils slowly disappeared.

He regained his expressionless face, "I see. No matter what the relationship between the other party and the Living Buddha is, we cannot have a different attitude because of it."

"Let him practice with us."

The other monks couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Shouping's attitude soften.

Shen Lian’s background is not clear yet, but since he can call the Living Buddha his uncle, he probably once had a certain status in the Western Lingshan.

pat pat pat.

The footsteps came from far away, and surrounded by hundreds of figures, twelve people came to Guangmu Hall.

Due to the isolation of the palace, Shouping did not notice anything unusual until Shen Lian pushed open the door, and his heart suddenly began to beat wildly.

The extremely pure qi and blood rush towards you.

Shouping groaned, and his densely packed pupils appeared again.

He covered his chest tightly, his strong appetite almost overwhelmed his mind, and when he looked at Shen Lian, his eyes were full of thoughts of sharing the food.

"eat……"

"If I eat him, I can achieve my goal immediately!!"

Not only Shouping, but other monks are also ready to make a move.
They are like a group of hyenas following their prey. If one of them can't hold back, the rest will swarm over immediately.

Shen Lian ignored the people around him and looked at the Buddha statue that protected the temple.

In the original version of Journey to the West, four masters and apprentices traveled westwards, and in the dark there were the Five Directions Jie Di, the Four Valued Officials, the Six Dings and Six Jias, as well as a dozen guardian deities.

Who could have imagined that the guardian of the religion would be reduced to being eaten.

"Let's talk behind closed doors." The monk hurriedly closed the door of Guangmu Hall, but there was still a figure wandering outside.

The temptation of Tang Monk's flesh was really too great, and the wisdom nurtured by the guardian of the religion, Galan, could not be compared with Shen Lian who possessed the seven-treasure Buddha bones.

In addition, Huang Mei has been deliberately or unintentionally misleading the monks.

The law of the jungle is vividly demonstrated in Da Ci'en Temple. Looking at all the Buddhists, it is estimated that there are not many who are mentally normal.

Even if one appears compassionate on the surface, his heart has already been twisted.

"What are your names?"

Shouping struck the wooden fish, and the rapid sound indicated that he was in a state of confusion.

Shen Lian was too lazy to reply. His remaining spirit communicated with the Seven Treasures Buddha Bones and visualized the guardian deity, and he suddenly felt as if he had gained enlightenment.

I believe that it won’t take long before the golden body technique related to the guardian of the religion, Galan Guangmu, can be created.

Shen Lian used the Golden Body Technique to replace the Buddhist disciple in the process of assimilating into the Buddha, which was able to avoid the hidden tricks left by Huang Mei and thereby counterattack with martial arts.

"When the Golden Body Technique is perfected, there is an 80% chance that he will go to the fourth reincarnation."

"Well, I can stay at Dacheng and not rush to advance, but I can't let go of the golden body skills of the twelve guardians of the religion..."

While Shen Lian was thinking, Shouping had become impatient.

"You... don't know what to call you?"

Shouping pointed at Shen Lian and asked again, his voice trembling, Buddha's light flowing around him, and his cultivation level was equivalent to that of an alchemist in the eighth realm.

The other monks kept asking questions, and the hall seemed extremely noisy.

Shen Lian turned around and glanced at Shouping.

"Heavenly plague."

"Brother Tianwen, you are different from those mediocre people who do nothing. You are a disciple appointed by the Buddha, and you must have the innate Buddha nature."

Shen Lian stared at Shouping coldly, and the monks around him slowly moved closer.

Shouping motioned them to stop, "Junior Brother Tianwen, I have been contemplating the Guardian Jialan for a hundred years and have comprehended a Jialan Multi-Eyed Heart Sutra. If you don't mind, I will teach it to you."

"Need not."

Shen Lian refused without hesitation. He knew that the Jia Lan Multi-Eyed Heart Sutra was not reliable just by looking at Shou Ping's appearance as if he was about to go crazy.

Shouping became angry and his face turned red.

"I can choose not to eat you, as long as you practice the Jialan Multi-Eyed Heart Sutra and give me the wisdom of your pupils that condense every ten days."

"You have to think carefully. Among the twelve palaces now, I am the only one who is kind and merciful."

Shouping kept yelling, but Shen Lian in front of him still didn't respond.

"Brother, why don't you let me see the Jialan Multi-Eyed Heart Sutra."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the monks looked solemn and chose to stay away from Shouping. The Buddha statue protecting the temple had the illusion that it came alive.

"what."

"I got it!!"

"What do you mean by anointed Buddha's son? You are the opportunity given to us by our Buddha. Whoever can eat you will have no difficulty ascending to the Lesser Western Paradise in the future!!"

Shouping laughed loudly, and his eyes began to move all over his body.

Hundreds of eyes converged on the forehead, and soon, they almost occupied the entire head, and the upper part of the skull turned into a giant eye.

"interesting."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, and had to admit that Huang Mei had a big vision.

First, he made his disciples' physiques little by little closer to the real Buddha, and eventually they would definitely be able to carry the true scriptures. It turned out that he had chosen the right path.

How did Jin Chanzi win?

Huang Mei looked like he was about to gain the upper hand. Jin Chanzi was a dead man, so he couldn't fake his death and destroy Xiao Xitian.

Shouping became even more excited when he saw Shen Lian’s surprise expression.

He believed that his idea was correct, otherwise why did the Buddha not issue a warning and allow the appointed Buddhist disciples to come to the Twelve Palaces.

"die!"

The giant eye on top of his head split into countless pupils, and dazzling Buddha light enveloped Shen Lian.

The projected Buddha light appeared in seven colors, and the hall became bizarre. The eyes of the Guangmu Buddha statue were bleeding, and it seemed to be crying silently.

The other monks closed their eyes but kept getting closer.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of bones colliding echoed.

Shouping's Buddha light suddenly stopped, and a rattling sound came out from between his teeth.

The other monks looked up and saw an unforgettable scene: a ten-meter-tall giant with hideous muscles all over his body appeared.

"There is one thing I agree with Master Huangmei, killing is saving."

The voice just fell.

Shen Lian raised his arms, and a swastika appeared on his palms.

Although he was unable to use the Buddha's light, he could easily perform the Thousand Arms Fist which contained Buddhist connotations, and a series of punches fell like a storm.

Outside Guangmu Hall.

A large number of Buddhist disciples froze in place.

They were just waiting for the opportunity, and when Shouping took action but was not punished by Huangmei, they rushed to the palace.

As a result, before the door was opened, splattered blood stained the windows.

An extremely terrifying figure was reflected.

The bony spine swung, piercing through a dozen mutilated corpses.

Looking around the Da Ci'en Temple, even though every Buddhist wanted to eat humans, there had never been such a blatant scene of killing.

Their minds were blank and they were filled with fear. They didn't understand what kind of monster Shen Lian was. He was definitely not an ordinary person.

demon!

It must be a demon!!

No, he is the nephew of my Buddha, he should be a demon with Buddha nature!!!

"Jie Jie Jie."

"If I were in the deeper reincarnation, I would consider becoming a grandson first and then a grandfather, but forget it for you ugly guys."

Shen Lian smiled strangely and opened his mouth to suck, and the remains of corpses fell into the alchemy furnace. Only eleven newly initiated monks were not affected.

It’s not that he is kind-hearted, it’s also good to have a few lackeys around him.

"Four hundred years is plenty of time anyway. I will stay in the third reincarnation to practice for now. If I have the chance, I will go to the Great Hall again."

Two hundred and eighty-three pieces of the golden cicada's remains are probably not simple.

Shen Lian also hasn't forgotten Monkey King. The Jade Palace is most likely somewhere deep in the underworld, otherwise Little White Dragon wouldn't have been able to maintain this recollection.

.........

At the same time, at the end of the ghost market.

The Eight Tribes are no longer the masters of the Ghost Market, and monks can be seen everywhere.

The sun transformed by Huang Mei was in the sky, illuminating the thirty-six floors of the Ghost Market, meticulously searching for Jin Chanzi's scent.

The Eight Gods also gradually delved into the ruins of the Heavenly Palace through Huang Mei.

It can be said that the progress in the past few years is comparable to that of two or three years ago. They even have a premonition that it will not take long to reach the South Gate of Heaven.

Sudden.

Huang Mei howled to the sky, and his whispers echoed throughout the ghost market.

"Something is wrong, I seem to have forgotten something?!"

"Golden Cicada..."

"I am the one who always wins, now, in the past, and in the future!!"

(End of this chapter)