I can't be a demon

Zhen Yuanzi stripped off all the flesh and blood, leaving only the winding blood vessels and meridians, and the jade-like white bones, as if he had grown a spiritual branch shaped like a ginseng fruit tree in his body.

"I believe that the primordial being cannot be taken, and the chaotic being cannot be thought of. Only when the primordial being and the chaotic are all in one's body can one achieve the great way."

Bodhi Patriarch stared at him in astonishment, and after a long time he squeezed out a sentence.

"Zhen Yuanzi is crazy, he plans to graft the innate spiritual root into his body? No, he is taking away the fortune of the innate spiritual root!!"

"You leave quickly."

Shen Lian took a breath of cold air.

So, it was not the ginseng fruit tree that had a problem, but the innate spiritual root that was demonized by Zhen Yuanzi, and something big was going to happen.

"Master, I'll go first."

He took a few steps back, then summoned the ghost gourd and disappeared into the clouds.

Zhen Yuanzi laughed loudly, "I originally invited an old friend from the Tang Dynasty to this banquet. It was he who guided me to realize the Hunyuan Dao Fruit."

"It's a pity that the old friend is missing, but fortunately he left a volume of Mahayana Buddhism."

"Daoists, let's visualize together!!"

Chapter 284 The Birth of Mahayana Buddhism

"Daoists, let's visualize together!!"

Zhen Yuanzi's crazy words resounded throughout Wuzhuang Temple.

Shen Lian left the cloud layer where the banquet was held smoothly. After coming to the ground, he could feel that the corpse gas around him was becoming more and more pungent.

There were also more than a dozen Taoist children who scattered.

Only Han Xiangzi followed closely.

"Junior brother."

Han Xiangzi looked around and said with an ugly face: "Wuzhuang Temple is shrouded by a large fairy formation. With our strength, it is impossible to break it. We can only try to avoid it."

Shen Lian's soul communicated with the teleportation tree. Once he had the idea of ​​sending Han Xiangzi to the world, the breath of the banyan tree became extremely unstable.

He completely cut off the idea of ​​interfering with the past thousand years.

Han Xiangzi received Tieguai Li's transmission and breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle said that it is relatively safer next to the ginseng fruit tree."

The two hurried to the center of Wuzhuang Temple, where there were already dozens of earth immortals at the foot of the ginseng fruit tree.

The earth immortals closed their eyes fanatically and practiced in seclusion facing the ginseng fruit tree.

Shen Lian glanced over and saw Qingfeng Mingyue among them. Perhaps because of their shallow cultivation, they barely retained a trace of spiritual intelligence.

"Junior brother, when Uncle Tieguai Li and Uncle Bodhi finish participating in the fruit tasting conference, they will naturally send us away from Wuzhuang Temple."

After Han Xiangzi finished speaking, she began to suppress the corpse qi, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

There was a flash of light on her spine, and Shen Lian recognized it at a glance. It should be the innate spiritual root immortal bone, resisting the invasion of corpse qi into the body and soul.

Shen Lian compared his spiritual root immortal bone and found that the Hunyuan spiritual root was indeed more evil.

Although the Hunyuan Spiritual Root is inseparable from the Yuanshen, it can still be seen that the spiritual root is entangled in the vine-like structure of the Yuanshen.

It can be seen that the Hunyuan Spiritual Root was completely created by Zhenyuanzi's visualization of the ginseng fruit tree.

Shen Lian activated the Immortal Mystical Art, and a steady stream of corpse qi poured into his mouth and nose. His adaptability to Wuzhuang Temple was even higher than that of the earthly immortals.

"Wait for a while, there is no rush to return to the world."

As Shen Lian breathed in and out, a vacuum zone was formed within half a meter. The corpse qi in the Wuzhuang Temple in the inner world was not even one-tenth or one-twelfth as dense as it is now.

He could feel that his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds.

The Immortal Mystical Art devoured the corpse qi, which tempered the body and soul, and boosted the blood and qi, and promoted the Changsheng Posture to refine the blood and qi into strength.

Horizontal training and the pile method are originally complementary.

"It's a blessed land. If I have another half day, I can be promoted to the third realm of the divine journey."

The Yuanshen in the Niwan Palace became more and more powerful, and the vision of the three flowers gathering at the top of the head became brighter. I could vaguely feel that the spiritual roots and immortal bones were transforming.

"Hahaha, I am a Taoist master!"

Some earth immortals shouted in ecstasy, and then their eyes became turbid.

The corpse was motionless, and his expression was still complacent. The soul was indifferent and the body was also reduced to nutrients for the ginseng fruit tree.

Zhen Yuanzi pointed to the sky with both hands, "Fellow Taoists, what is Mahayana?"

"The method that advocates that everything can be achieved is Mahayana!!!"

Boom.

The land within a hundred miles of Wuzhuang Temple was shaking, and cracks spread. As the soil surged, the extremely strong stench of corpses filled the air.

Shen Lian noticed that the cracks were full of white bones, both human and animal. I don't know how many creatures became fertilizer for the ginseng fruit tree.

"Look, Mahayana Buddhism!!!"

Zhen Yuanzi tried to take out something, and suddenly the brilliant Buddha light illuminated Wuzhuang Temple.

The sun was high in the sky, and there was no shadow in the whole Wuzhuang Temple. The infinite light was burning, and the ginseng fruit tree was growing faster.

"Damn, how can Mahayana Buddhism be so exaggerated?!!"

Shen Lian couldn't help but curse inwardly. The color of the Buddha light was mainly purple-red, and it penetrated into everyone's pores like a living thing.

"Purple-red Buddha light, could it be..."

Shen Lian pinched a ray of Buddha light and used his wisdom eye.

[Buddha light of Vipasyin Buddha]

[Condensed by Vipasyin Buddha, it has the power of hundreds of billions of suns. Remember, remember, don't look directly at the Buddha light of Vipasyin Buddha. 】

Vipasyin Buddha is one of the seven Buddhas in the past of Buddhism, and his status in Lingshan is not low.

Shen Lian groaned, and a sizzling sound came from his body.

Compared with the relics in Bibotan, they are nothing compared to the great ones. It is obvious that Mahayana Buddhism involves Vipaśyin Buddha.

The Immortal Mysterious Art is running to the extreme, and the corpse qi seems to flow into the sea.

The Buddha's light breaks through the restrictions of the skin, begins to erode the flesh and bones, and gathers towards the Niwan Palace. The mortals cannot resist it at all.

Shen Lian barely managed to achieve a delicate balance with the Buddha's light by swallowing corpse qi.

"It shouldn't be Vipasyin Buddha in his prime, otherwise, even with the protection of the ginseng fruit tree, I would be seriously injured if I hold on for half a breath."

Shen Lian could feel Zhen Yuanzi sweeping the Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't think anyone could escape. After his eyes fell on Shen Lian for a few breaths, his attention shifted back to Mahayana Buddhism.

"The disaster in the 27th year of Zhenguan swept across the three realms, and it should not be just Wuzhuang Temple."

"Similar situations are likely to occur in many places at the same time, which led to the complete collapse of the Journey to the West world. What exactly is Mahayana Buddhism?"

Shen Lian was not in a hurry to leave Wuzhuang Temple. He endured the pain of the Buddha's light erosion and stared at the immortals and gods entrenched in the clouds.

The roots of the teleportation tree wrapped around his waist, so even if he lost consciousness, he could immediately withdraw from the cave.

Soon.

Shen Lian witnessed the so-called Mahayana Buddhism in Zhen Yuanzi's hand.

It was an arm.

To be precise, it was the arm of Vipasyin Buddha.

The arm was extremely alive, and even the skin and flesh would slightly wriggle. A large number of twisted scriptures gushed out from the broken part, and continued to spread with Zhen Yuanzi as the center.

"Hiss..."

Shen Lian took a breath of cold air.

Because he found that what gushed out from the broken part of the arm was actually the Middle Vehicle Buddhism. After those mosquito-like scriptures spread a hundred meters, countless Lower Vehicle Buddhisms were derived, which was creepy.

Zhen Yuanzi held up his arm, and its structure became like a book.

"An old friend mentioned that this volume of scriptures is not the real Mahayana Buddhism, but no matter how I read and understand it, I can't find any omissions, which shows that it is clearly true."

Shen Lian felt his scalp tingling and a chill on his back.

The arm was probably brought by Jin Chanzi from Lingshan. If it was really the remains of Vipasyin Buddha, wouldn't it mean that the Buddhas in Lingshan were all volumes of Mahayana Buddhism?

In other words, the Buddha has become the host of Mahayana Buddhism.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the True Scripture is like a living...worm.

The bizarre existence called the True Scripture will degenerate after generations.

"What is the most superior Buddhist teaching in the legend?"

Shen Lian was confused. When he saw the Mahayana Buddhism, his doubts became even more serious. He couldn't figure out what Jin Chanzi was doing.

Various evidences show that the journey to the West to obtain the scriptures was indeed reversed.

Jin Chanzi traveled eastward with the Mahayana Buddhism, spreading the disaster to the three realms, causing the disaster to completely get out of control in the 27th year of Zhenguan.