I can't be a demon

The peach tree is two meters high, with scattered peaches hanging on its branches.

"Amitabha, ask the poor monk to count the number of flat peaches."

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and swept the branches feverishly, "There are...five flat peaches, growing well, but unfortunately they are all of low quality."

"wrong."

He stretched out his hand to lift the leaves and saw a new flat peach emerging from the top of the peach tree.

"Amitabha, this poor monk's opportunity has come!!!"

"Let me see, let me use another pair of eyes to see what the quality of flat peaches is."

The old monk looked around, picked up a pumpkin not far away, reached out and clasped it, grabbing the bloody pupils in his palm, and the pumpkin fell into pieces.

He groped to replace his dry eyes.

Wink.

Although he looks like a centenarian, his eyes are as bright as if he were twenty years old.

"It can only be used for a month at most, and the other organs will have to be replaced."

The old monk looked at the flat peaches on the branches.

The sun was shining brightly, and the skin of the peach, as thin as a cicada's wings, was looming, and one could see that there was a narrow dojo inside the core.

There was a villain in each Guohe Dojo, and they were trembling with fear when they saw the old monk approaching.

"Quack, quack, quack."

"Little baby, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, how could a poor monk eat you?"

"At least you have to wait until the fruit is ripe."

The old monk grinned, and the jagged teeth came from all ages. It was unknown how many corpses it took to piece together two rows.

He stared at the newly sprouted peaches, his expression becoming ecstatic.

"Okay, okay."

"The doll inside has at least six thousand years of life. Even the poor monk is reluctant to eat it."

The villain suddenly opened his eyes and showed a ferocious smile.

"Very fierce!!!"

"If the poor monk puts more effort into raising it, it must be a top-quality flat peach!!!"

Chapter 290 Three Purities, Detachment or Monster

After Shen Lian went to the deep ghost market, his five senses became blurred.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in a closed space. To be precise, it was an airtight and strange dojo.

The martial arts golden body in the body is faintly suppressed, and it is difficult for the body and soul to perform.

Shen Lian immediately communicated with the teleportation tree, and then a root stretched out from the gap between the wall bricks, suppressing the fear in his heart.

He looked around.

The decorations in the dojo are very simple, with a Sanqing spiritual platform and a few futons.

The statues of Sanqing are four to five meters high. They are all painted with facial features. It can be easily distinguished that they are the three highest Taoist ancestors of the Taoist sect.

Yuanshi Tianzun is in the middle, Daode Tianzun is on the left, and Lingbao Tianzun is on the right.

Shen Lian glanced at the Sanqing statue solemnly, then opened his eyes vertically on his forehead, and couldn't help but find that the Sanqing statue had become blurry.

"It seems that I am sealed in the space, and the dojo is just an illusion that confuses my consciousness."

"Could it be that once you enter the deep ghost market, you have already fallen into the hands of the Eight Departments of the ghost market?"

Shen Lian held the bone blade at his waist. The corpse demon scabbard was flashing with a purple light. The scabbard was a magical weapon that had just been promoted not long ago. Even if it is not taken out of the scabbard, it can control the corpse poison sword energy outside the scabbard.

When he looked out the window, he realized that he was inside the core.

The outside world is a dilapidated courtyard, with messy fruits and vegetables piled up, and an old monk murmuring nervously around the peach tree.

The most important thing is that everything in the courtyard is magnified hundreds of times.

The old monk approached Pantao where Shen Lian was, his bloodshot eyes showing naked greed, and his breathing made the windows open and close.

"The little doll inside has at least six thousand years of life. Even the poor monk is reluctant to eat it."

Shen Lian sneered, becoming more and more certain that the end of the ghost market was the heaven. The old monk seemed to be the one specializing in planting flat peaches in the eleventh-floor ghost market.

There is also a little man in the other flat peaches, who kneels down and worships the statue of Sanqing in fear.

"Very fierce!!!"

"If this poor monk puts more effort into raising it, it must be a top-quality flat peach!!!"

After finishing speaking, the old monk turned around and left with satisfaction, and then started picking among the fruits and vegetables in the courtyard.

Shen Lian stretched out his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, raising his eyes with the blessing of his soul.

The vision of three flowers gathering at the top and five qi heading towards the yuan surrounds the whole body.

"Quack, quack, quack."

The old monk clearly had his back to the peach tree, but he reached out to lift the hair on the back of his head, revealing his extra eyes, obviously paying attention to Shen Lian.

"Three flowers gather at the top to return to the root, and the five qi are clear and clear!!"

“Outstanding!!”

The old monk kept moving excitedly, then removed his right arm and rummaged among the fruits and vegetables, hoping to graft a new arm.

It can be seen that the flesh, flesh and bones have become dry and black, and there are traces of sewing on the joints.

Shen Lian ignored the old monk's threat, and the scene he saw changed dramatically.

The old monk's figure began to elongate and twist, and soon his true appearance came into view. His exposed skin was full of ravines and was inlaid with copper coins.

He turned out to be a ten thousand year old money redeeming ghost wearing a cassock.

The fruits and vegetables in the courtyard were filled with thousands of corpses. The body parts and fragments were piled up on top of each other, attracting an overwhelming amount of flies.

Because of the deep ghost market, the lifespan of a fly is only half a day.

Therefore, flies will continue to repeat the process of laying eggs and dying, forming an alternative ecological circle, gradually breeding horrific plagues.

Shen Lian noticed that the surface of the corpse was stained with bits of rock debris.

And the corpses looked exactly the same.

"It turns out that the dozens of meat mountains created by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were used for this purpose."

According to the clues witnessed by the miners, the corpses in the Roshan Mountain all have the same appearance, just like the tens of millions of puppets mass-produced by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Apparently, Roshan is the fertilizer needed to grow peach trees.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Ghost Market Plague Department formed a trading chain. It is unknown what the purpose of planting peaches is. There must be more than one dilapidated temple in the eleventh-floor Ghost Market where peach trees are planted.

The old monk replaced his limbs and organs, and his body became younger and younger.

Shen Lian reached out to touch the fruit core and secretly used his wisdom eye.

[Ghost Peach Identification Completed, Ksitigarbha Yama Experience +0.18%]

[Ghost Peach]

[Born from the ghost peach tree, it needs a lot of corpses as nutrients, and it takes a long time to water the three souls and seven spirits to have a certain chance to breed a celestial Taoist child. Remember, celestial Taoist children cannot learn Buddhism! ! ! ]

"Celestial Taoist child? It should refer to the little man in the fruit core."

"It seems that it is not only the ginseng fruit tree, but also the peach tree."

Of course, the peach tree that accommodates Shen Lian is definitely not the main tree, and it is even far inferior to the worst quality one in the peach garden.

It is most likely that the Eight Departments of the Ghost Market cultivated the branches stolen from the Peach Garden.

But a glimpse of the whole picture shows that the Peach Garden has definitely become a demon's lair.

Shen Lian has no intention of leaving the Fruit Core Dojo. Since he can leave the Deep Ghost Market at any time, he will be safer in the Fruit Core.

He can observe the taboos of the Deep Ghost Market through the Fruit Core Dojo.

The lifespan consumed every day is not within Shen Lian's consideration at all.

Coming to this world, the possibility of dying of old age is almost zero. There is actually not much difference between a lifespan of 6,000 years and 600 years.

Besides, there is definitely a way to prolong life in the Deep Ghost Market.

Shen Lian's mind moved, and the roots quietly wrapped around his waist. Unlike the previous few times in and out of the cave, the teleportation tree was attached to the Peach Tree.

He didn't know that when he first set foot on the third floor of the Ghost Market, the banyan tree had already quietly taken root in the Ghost Market, but after being promoted to the sixth level, the roots spread to the eleventh floor.

"Ahhhh!"

The old monk let out a sharp wail. He saw from the corner of his eye that the peaches belonging to Shen Lian had become wilted, and all the resentment was swallowed up by the wisdom eye.

"No, I must not let the middle-grade peaches die!!!"

The old monk had transplanted more than a dozen pairs of arms. His spider-like body frantically crawled towards the peach tree, and half-hung between the branches with a ferocious expression.