I can't be a demon

Shen Lian raised his brows, and his soul noticed that Qingfeng was hiding behind the tree trunk, looking slyly at the ginseng fruit transformed into the second body.

Qingfeng leaned close to the branch and said with a smile: "Speak quickly, I know you can speak."

"Taoist Master Qingfeng, I am just a ginseng fruit whose branches absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and become essence. Immortal Zhen Yuanzi does not need to care so much..."

"Master really knows what's going on."

"He said that you are not a ginseng fruit, but some kind of spiritually attached fruit that travels through the world. It is an innate thing blessed by heaven!"

Taoist priests kept looking at each other, praising each other for the miracle of soul separation.

They all obviously knew about this, but their expressions were not mixed with greed. The earthly immortals were already beyond the limitations of the ordinary world, and they were only a piece of paper away from ascending to heaven.

Even innate things cannot shake their Taoist heart.

Qingfeng looked at the split soul excitedly, and said in wonder: "Your spiritual root qualifications have improved again, and your spiritual roots have just begun to be formed the day after tomorrow. Why don't you join Wuzhuang Temple and become a Taoist boy with us?"

Shen Lian was speechless and kept observing Wuzhuang Temple out of the corner of his eye.

I saw occasional misty figures from the sky disappearing into Wuzhuang Temple. They were all immortals invited by Zhen Yuanzi to participate in the fruit tasting conference.

The split soul's vision is limited and it is difficult to see who is coming.

"Junior brother is naturally willing."

"Very good!"

Qingfeng smiled happily and said, "Junior brother, please wait a little longer. Master is receiving distinguished guests from Buddhism. Maybe it will take some time before he can admit you."

Shen Lian was running the Immortal Mysterious Skill, and as soon as the spiritual energy from Wuzhuang Temple entered his body, it turned into thick corpse energy, causing black smoke to overflow from the eyebrows and soul lines.

Qingfeng turned a blind eye and couldn't help but praise: "Junior brother has just matured his spiritual roots and has already figured out the method of spiritual energy training. His understanding is amazing."

Shen Lian paused and said, "Senior brother, when will the fruit tasting conference be held?"

"Are you asking about the Immortal Calendar or the Tang Calendar?"

"Datang Calendar."

"In the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan, the fruit tasting conference was specially held to entertain distinguished guests from the Tang Dynasty, but they have not yet come to Wuzhuang Temple."

Shen Lian took a breath. It seemed that Wuzhuang Temple had indeed fallen in the 27th year of Zhenguan.

Because of the fluctuations in emotions, the acquired Hunyuan spiritual roots affected the external spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy suddenly turned into a whirlpool and returned to the mouth and nose of the separated soul.

The undigested spiritual energy was mixed with thick corpse energy leaving the body.

What makes Shen Lian strange is that after half a meter of corpse air leaving the body, it seemed like water dripping into the sea, and immediately disappeared in the aura of Wuzhuang Temple.

"Why can corpse energy and spiritual energy transform into each other without any loss?"

"Whether the Wuzhuang Temple that represents the world was a thousand years ago?"

Shen Lian felt a little weird.

Sudden.

The sixth consciousness gave a faint warning, and the divided soul turned its head in anticipation.

Zhen Yuanzi was chatting with an immortal god in a distant palace. Because of their tall bodies, Shen Lian could see them at a glance.

"Junior brother, that is the Barefoot Immortal, who was invited to Wuzhuang Temple."

The Barefoot Immortal is bloated and looks like he has not trimmed his pages.

Shen Lian's hair stood on end.

Distracted by the blessing of the acquired Hunyuan Corpse Root, the Barefoot Immortal has a different appearance.

The barefoot immortal's body was covered with abscesses, and white bones could be seen at his joints. His navel was open with a huge mouth full of fangs.

Chapter 277: Beat up a thousand-year-old ghost

And Shen Lian was vaguely aware of the Barefoot Immortal's...malice.

Although the malice was fleeting, he could be sure that he was not wrong by relying on the remaining medicinal power of the high-grade Dawu wine and the sharpness of his sixth sense.

The Barefoot Immortal's malice is not only directed at one or two people, but against the entire Wuzhuang Temple.

"Hmm."

The Barefoot Immortal swept across the ginseng fruit tree, lingered on Shen Lian for a few breaths, and then walked towards the depths of Wuzhuang Temple while chatting and laughing with Zhen Yuanzi.

"Where did the disaster in the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan come from?"

"Could it be that some gods, gods and demons are causing trouble?"

"Impossible, unless the Buddha and the Three Pure Ones have fallen, no matter how many demonized immortals and gods there are, they will not shake the Three Realms."

Shen Lian was thinking a lot, and the figures of immortals and gods fell in Wuzhuang Temple.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the figure of Patriarch Bodhi flashed past.

Unfortunately, the distance is so far that it is impossible to tell whether they have been demonized, but the subsequent development of the Pinguo Conference is extremely confusing.

Qingfeng no longer guarded the ginseng and fruit trees, and quickly entertained Taoist boys and disciples of various immortals and gods.

Shen Lian was a little entangled, considering the pros and cons of participating in the Pinguo Conference. Seeing the tip of the iceberg revealed, he couldn't bear to give up.

"Dear guests."

Zhen Yuanzi laughed and then made a gesture of invitation.

"In the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan, I will take out thirty-two ginseng fruits and taste them with you. Recently, I have learned something about the Hunyuan Tao Fruit, and I can share it with you."

There was an uproar in Wuzhuang Temple, and the immortals looked at Zhen Yuanzi neatly.

"Thank you for your trouble, Zhen Yuanzi. I have a small gift for you."

"I heard that if you eat one ginseng fruit, you can live an extra 47,000 years, but I don't know if it's true or not."

“I’ve eaten flat peaches once, and I think I’d like to try ginseng fruit.”

………

Shen Lian's heart was beating wildly, and he quickly noticed a lot of weird details.

He stood from the perspective of a bystander, staring at every word spoken by the Immortal God, and found that the attitude shown by the Immortal God was actually very subtle.

The immortal kept praising the ginseng fruit tree, but there was no ups and downs in his words, as if his desire for ginseng fruit was only superficial.

At the same time, they tried to avoid the Hunyuan Dao Fruit as much as possible.

Shen Lian was confused, but felt that he vaguely grasped the truth.

"If you want to find out the truth and let the banyan tree advance to the sixth level, it is indeed necessary to come to the so-called fruit tasting conference with your real body."

Once the soul reaches the surface, it cannot escape the shackles of the ginseng fruit tree.

Shen Lian has been trying for many days, but has not been able to meet the conditions for taking office as the corpse ginseng fruit tree. It is likely that he needs to contact it in person.

"Even if there is a teleportation tree, it is very risky."

While Shen Lian was hesitating, a faint light of Taoism appeared on the ginseng fruit tree.

The extremely rich spiritual energy was overflowing.

Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves and said cheerfully: "The ginseng fruit tree is an innate spiritual root, and the spiritual energy it produces is enough to provide immortals and gods for cultivation."

While Shen Lian absorbed the spiritual energy, he did not stop observing the words and deeds of the outsiders.

The Taoist boy who accompanied him looked at the ginseng fruit tree with great fear, and the immortal disciples also looked like they had seen a ghost, but they soon returned to normal.

"Strange, why do I feel that they are here to... encircle and suppress Wuzhuangguan?"

Shen Lian became more and more itchy, but he still patiently operated the immortal mysterious art.

Not long after, the acquired Hunyuan spiritual root had reached its limit, and the soul could no longer digest the spiritual energy, and there was a possibility of going astray at any time.

Qingfeng came to the tree, "Junior brother, don't be anxious, don't be unstable, wait until the master is done with his work, he will guide you to get started."

"Yes, thank you, Senior Brother Qingfeng."

Shen Lian agreed vaguely, realizing that the ginseng fruit tree was close to turning upside down, and hurriedly took the opportunity to get information.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, how long will it take until the fruit tasting conference?"

"About a year."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, it seemed like a long time, but in fact, every time the ginseng fruit tree turned upside down, a season would pass, and it would only be forty days in the world.

"Brother Qingfeng, since I will be joining Wuzhuang Temple soon, can I get to know the fellow disciples in the temple in advance?"

"Sure, there aren't many people in Wuzhuang Temple anyway."

"I heard from others that the uncle in charge of Danding Hall is called Chichenzi, and he has to collect elixirs for cultivation on weekdays."

"Yes, you are very smart, brother."

"Does Uncle Chichenzi have any good Taoist friends?"

"Uncle likes to play chess, and he plays a game with Uncle Chuanshou every other day. The two of them often exchange resources for cultivation."

"I see."

Shen Lian continued to ask: "Who is the female cultivator who just passed by the ginseng fruit tree on a sword."