I can't be a demon

"Let the Nine Spirits Yuansheng take away Fu Li's three souls, otherwise they will definitely be scattered."

The green-haired lion monster followed behind him, its seven-meter body feeling full of pressure.

His clothes are exactly the same as Sha Monk's, his triangular eyes reveal a strong Buddhist nature, and he has a huge lion's head on his neck, which makes him look a little funny.

He was also seriously injured. His back was obviously curved to the side. It felt like his spine had been broken by a stick. It must have been an old injury.

"The green-haired lion monster has met senior brother and uncle."

The green-haired lion monster smiled innocently, and it looked like the boss of the three demons in Shituoling Mountain. He once scared away a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers with his roar.

"Third Junior Brother, from now on it is you and I who will escort Master to the Western Spirit Mountain."

"good."

Shen Lian's Buddhist beads rested on the neck of the green-haired lion monster for a few breaths.

The Buddhist beads are the transformation of Sha Wujing's lost ten thousand years of Taoism. In the same way as the golden hoop of the golden-winged roc eagle, it controls the body and soul of the two demons.

"Uncle, why don't you let me carry the pole?"

The green-haired lion monster scratched his head, took the pole and put it on his shoulders skillfully.

"Ah~~"

Brother Ba said in a strange tone: "Take advantage of it! Follow your senior brother and learn hard. Do you have any magical skills that can beat the odds?"

The green-haired lion monster timidly covered its head when faced with the peck of the myna's beak.

He looked around and noticed the remains of corpses in the corners of Qingzhuang. He couldn't help shrinking his neck and said: "Sin, sin, sin."

Shen Lian had goosebumps all over his body and quickly stopped Bage.

I just feel that the green-haired lion is a bit girly after becoming a monster.

"Third disciple, you have been in contact with Panhuan Cave for a few days. You should have a method related to learning the scriptures. Leave it to Master Shen Lian."

"Master, just one."

The green-haired lion monster carefully tapped Shen Lian's eyebrows.

After Shen Lian digested the information, the technique was called [Datong Sutra Buddhism], and he was able to refine the matching sutra into other techniques.

Of course, once the scriptures are refined through exercises, they will be transformed into Buddhist teachings. In the future, if you want to innovate, you can only take the path of constantly refining the scriptures.

"Immortal Xuan Gong, Immortal Stake, and Zifu Tempering Method will definitely not be able to refine the true scripture."

"It's okay to fight with external skills."

"The limitations of Tianhe boxing are getting bigger and bigger. The true meaning of martial arts is suitable for the environment of big rivers and floods. The secret technique of Hengdao has not yet been synthesized."

"Playing and refining the scriptures is indeed a path and can be considered."

Shen Lian was overjoyed, and immediately began to practice the Dharma of the Great Harmony Sutra, and tried to imitate the refining of the Sutra according to a specific route.

Sha Wujing couldn't help but smile when he saw Shen Lian absorbing nutrients like a sponge.

"Junior brother."

"What's wrong, Senior Brother Sha?"

Sha Wujing nodded and said, "If you don't want to go to the old elephant's residence, it's okay. The poor monk can take you back to the capital."

"I……"

"Junior brother, the condition of the old yellow-tusked elephant is extremely unstable."

Sha Wujing said with a solemn expression: "He is now half ghost and half demon. The mountains in the center of Shituoling are all ghost lands. This trip is extremely dangerous."

Shen Lian hesitated.

"Senior brother, did you return to the capital after leaving Shituoling?"

"No, the poor monk will definitely cause a huge disaster in this world, causing countless casualties."

Sha Wujing pointed to the ground, "The poor monk plans to pass through the underworld with his three disciples, and take a look at the Yama Hall to see if there are any traces of the master."

"Then...what if I stay outside the cave?"

"The poor monk is now like a drought demon thousands of miles away, and the flowing sand river... cannot be restrained, and it is difficult to take into account your safety, junior brother."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Shen Lian's eyes.

The easiest way is undoubtedly to wait for Sha Seng to transform the old yellow-tusked elephant, which can easily trigger the six-tusked white elephant's demon profession.

"Senior Brother Sha, I have decided to go with you to the lair of Huangya Ancestor."

"Amitabha."

Sha Wujing didn't ask why, he just slowed down to give Shen Lian more time to digest the gains from Shituoling.

With a wave of his hand, Qingzhuang disappeared into ashes.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Sha."

"Junior brother, if you find Jin Chanzi in the future, come to the Western Spirit Mountain to find me. I hope that the poor monk can live in Leiyin Temple for a few more years."

Shen Lian looked worried. He could tell that Sha Wujing's words were not a joke.

Even if Sha Wujing's Taoism was sharply reduced by 20,000 years, he would still have a full 70,000 years.

After the three demons of Shituoling recovered from their injuries, they should have been able to flourish for forty to fifty thousand years. However, according to Sha Wujing's opinion, they were still not sure.

"Are you kidding me? What is the situation in the Western Spirit Mountain?"

Shen Lian was horrified, realizing that even the Western Spirit Mountain might not be the end, and the world here was far deeper than imagined.

He stepped forward and followed the trio of Buddhist monks, using the Liusha River to constantly temper his body.

What you see is always the same yellow sand.

The footprints along the road disappeared after a gust of wind blew, just like Tang Monk thousands of years ago, and a few people in later generations still recognize them.

I guess only Tang Seng's three disciples couldn't bear to forget it.

Unknowingly, Shen Lian's consciousness seemed to fall into an inexplicable trance, and he vaguely heard Sha Wujing calling, his voice getting softer.

"Junior brother."

"Junior brother, junior brother."

"Junior brother, we have arrived at Panchang Mountain."

"Junior brother!!!"

Chapter 251 The opportunity is right in front of you

"Junior brother!!!"

Shen Lian's consciousness was in a trance, but he could still hear Sha Wujing's call, and he suddenly realized that the so-called Panchang Mountain had arrived.

He was inevitably a little nervous.

You know, Panchang Mountain is the entrance to the lair of the old yellow-fanged elephant. In the past, there were at least tens of thousands of demons stationed there.

Shen Lian suppressed his distracting thoughts and called out the career panel in a half-asleep and half-awake state.

[Do you want to spend 4 points to combine the Purple Mansion Refining Method and the Datong Sutra Dharma?]

"Confirmed."

Shen Lian had a precedent of cultivating the wonderful method of seeking the true scriptures and refining weapons. A few days ago, the Datong Sutra Dharma was successfully promoted to perfection.

The Purple Mansion Refining Method nourished the clear stream surging in the Niwan Palace, and with the presence of the Yuanshen, Shen Lian's trance consciousness quickly recovered.

Shen Lian opened his eyes and found that he was still walking.

There was no trace of Sha Seng and his disciples around, and there was no trace of the starling either. I wonder if he followed Sha Wujing to the depths of the cave.

There was only a low mountain in front of him, which seemed to be only two or three hundred meters high.

In the Yanshan area, similar mountains would only be called earth slopes.

"Panchang Mountain."

Panchang Mountain has sparse vegetation and stands out in the endless Quicksand River.

Shen Lian frowned slightly. The demonic aura of Panchang Mountain is very weak. There are a few old houses scattered on the mountainside. It doesn't seem like there are any big demons.

The only strange thing is that there are blank tombstones of all sizes all over the mountain.

The material of the tombs is like white bones, and each one is different, as if they were really polished from corpses, which is creepy.

"Logically speaking, there are at least seven cave forces in Lion Camel Ridge, Panchang Mountain should not be so deserted, could it be..."

"I'm dreaming."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes. According to Sha Wujing, the old yellow-fanged elephant is half demon and half ghost, and the Buddhist kingdom in the dream is the taboo.

As for whether Panchang Mountain is also in the dream, it is still unknown.

Shen Lian asked Sha Wujing about Panchang Mountain on the way.

Sha Wujing did not reply. After all, the old yellow-fanged elephant had definitely noticed that his two sworn brothers had been converted, and would certainly struggle to the death.

No one could foresee what kind of danger would appear in Lion Camel Ridge.