I can't be a demon

Liao Que responded with a smile: "Donor Li Mingyuan, my Buddha will not forget you. Even if you want to worship under Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, my Buddha will personally convert to you and help you achieve the fruit position."

"Okay, thank Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for me, no no no, thank my Buddha."

After Li Mingyuan got Que's promise, he returned to the crowd of Plague Department monks.

Shen Lian's various performances made Elder Feng Jing feel that he was born at the wrong time.

"Since the loss of contact with the Heavenly Court, only the number of Plague Department gods has never increased among the eight departments, and the Plague Department immortal seeds are also the most unstable."

"It's hard to have a seed of a Plague Department god, but it has to become a stepping stone for Buddhism."

Elder Feng Jing no longer paid attention to preaching, and walked towards the newly-entered disciples with a hunched back, dividing them into the various branches of Daohan Daoyuan.

The monks were busy with their own things, and only Que was waiting for Shen Lian to wake up.

Taoist Qingshan was sweating profusely when he saw this.

"You want the Lord of Di Ting to become the reincarnation of the Di Ting sacred beast, so who can tell me what the crow above my head is now?"

Qingshan Taoist looked up and saw a crow standing deep in the branches.

He had seen the starling with his own eyes, so he could detect the guardian ghosts and gods by chance, and now the situation is developing in a strange and inexplicable direction.

The starling shook his head in gloating, and now it was its turn to eat melons.

Chapter 297 Di Ting tastes good

The Plague Department Nuoxian sank into the clouds and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The branches of the peach tree swayed in the wind, and the fruits that stored the treasures of heaven and earth gradually shrank, indicating that the goods had been sold out.

Le Que said eagerly: "Elder Feng Jing, since the Peach Festival is over, your Plague Department can withdraw from this place."

Elder Feng Jing looked ugly, and secretly sent a message to his fellow Plague Department members, but the answer he got was not to offend the Little Leiyin Temple.

He waved his hand and led the other cultivators to turn into escaping lights.

After a moment.

Shen Lian's breath stabilized and the strange phenomenon stopped abruptly.

On the surface, he seemed not seriously injured, but in fact, his flesh and bones were full of cracks, and even his three hearts were riddled with holes. The middle and lower Dantian was like a bag with a hole.

If such an injury was placed in the seventh realm of Dao Infant, it would have shaken the foundation.

"Hu."

Then the lotus platform wrapped the martial arts golden body and returned to the middle Dantian.

The martial arts golden body emitted light, and the injury slowly healed, but the night sweat fairy seed still remained in the branches and branches of the meridians in the body.

As an incomplete version of the true scripture, the fairy seed at least inherited the centipede's death and not stiffness.

The night sweat fairy seed gradually recovered its vitality. As it absorbed nutrients, it would not take long for it to reproduce and thrive, so the disciples of the Plague Department would arrange retreat as soon as they entered.

Shen Lian wanted to enter with the addiction fairy seed, but did not choose to remove the night sweat fairy seed.

The lotus platform shone with light, guiding the sweating fairy seed to be temporarily sealed in the wine gourd.

Of course, the biggest gain of Nuoxian's preaching is definitely life span, which has reached 9,500 years in a short period of time.

If it weren't for the fact that the efficiency of growth is obviously decreasing after the life span is approaching 10,000 years, Nuoxian's selfless gift can be extended by another 1,000 or 2,000 years.

Shen Lian opened his eyes, and the kind-looking Le Que came into view.

"Amitabha, donor, you have a fate with Leiyin Temple."

Shen Lian smiled but didn't smile. The birth of Di Ting of the Little Leiyin Temple actually let the disciples of the Plague Department be used as a container for reincarnation.

He had expected Le Que to make trouble, and his expression did not change at all.

Yu Guang exchanged a look with the starling in the dark, and at the same time, the transmission of the tree roots and stems had been prepared for a long time, so it didn't matter whether it was advancing or retreating.

Li Mingyuan said quickly: "Master Leque, let's start. After a while, I'm afraid that the immortal seed in Biyun's body will get out of control."

"Okay."

"Don't blame me for my tricks, Leiyin Temple is the orthodox Buddhism, and you will soon know the mystery of the vast Buddhist Dharma."

As soon as Leque finished speaking, his heartbeat was like a drum.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and only the flesh can be used as a boat to cross it."

"Flesh and blood are the foundation of Buddhism!"

Shen Lian cursed inwardly.

Why do I feel that the disciples of the Yellow Eyebrow Patriarch really regard the Little Leiyin Temple as the sacred mountain in the West Heaven, and the meaning of the Buddhist classics has been completely misinterpreted.

As Leque's ribs fell off, he showed a painful expression.

Puff.

The lungs were out of the control of the blood vessels and meridians, and the bloody pieces of meat barked. In a few breaths, a demon dog had taken shape.

White bones emerged from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they piled up into a mountain.

The demon dog grew slowly, but an indescribable demonic aura surged out, forming a shadow of more than ten meters behind it.

The shadow was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who swept the surroundings across the two worlds and nodded, obviously recognizing the reincarnation of Di Ting that Le Que had found.

Li Mingyuan was shaking with excitement, kneeling on the ground and muttering: "The Bodhisattva's great magical power body, we mortals are lucky enough to witness it."

He kept kowtowed, and the blood dyed the ends of his hair red, but it did not attract the attention of the shadow.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took back the regret of descending on the ghost market, and the Buddha's light rose.

Compared with the strange and inexplicable appearance of Di Ting, the bright Buddha's light seemed out of place, and the wound on Le Que's chest became more and more vivid.

Then, countless tedious scriptures floated.

Li Mingyuan's face was full of regret, and the idea of ​​committing suicide to follow Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva emerged in his heart. Unknowingly, he was already in tears.

"Bodhisattva, today I finally understand the mystery of Buddhism. Please enlighten me!!"

Xuying ignored Li Mingyuan and reached out to touch Di Ting's eyebrows. A series of scriptures merged into his body and soul, and he could feel that Di Ting's evil spirit and moral conduct also increased sharply.

"Hehehe."

He let out a weak laugh. As the demon dog left his body, his vitality also dimmed, but his expression was not strange at all.

Obviously, he knew in advance that he was just a tool to accommodate Listening.

Snap, snap, snap.

The demon dog has no skin, crawls like a human or a dog, and looks like a monster with its internal organs patched together.

However, he stumbled to his feet, his eyes full of creepy kindness, and he chanted sutras in order to practice the so-called listening.

"Venerable Tingting, this disciple will return to Leiyin Temple to rebuild his life immediately. On October 15th in the mortal world, we will come to the Ministry of Plague to pick you up."

The demon dog showed no response, and Daoxing had reached about four thousand years.

Li Mingyuan was still kowtowing tirelessly, his skull was full of cracks, and his consciousness was completely immersed in the evil spirit emitted by the evil dog.

After watching the demon dog crawl to Shen Lian's feet, he came to his senses belatedly.

Shen Lian's face was expressionless. He had neither the hysterical fanaticism of Li Mingyuan nor the fear of facing the unknown existence. He lowered his head and looked down at the demon dog with a calm look in his eyes.

"That's it?"

However, he could no longer maintain his sanctimony. The calmness shown by Shen Lian was not like an ordinary person meeting an immortal Buddha, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged into his heart.

The demon dog grinned, saliva dripping down its fangs.

"No... a good reincarnation, able to use 90% of my strength, but... you deserve the reward, I will help you... set foot on the land of gods."

"Thank you, Lord Listening. Next, Li Mingyuan will assist you in completing your reincarnation."

The demon dog licked the blood that had seeped out, and then it turned into a thick mist of blood, surrounding Shen Lian's body and looking at the latter with satisfaction.

Shen Lian smiled and said nothing, taking the initiative to reveal some energy.

roar!

The demon dog couldn't hold it in any longer, and abandoned the temporary body transformed by its organs, and its soul penetrated between Shen Lian's brows and reached the Niwan Palace.

Luo Que breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. In any case, Shen Lian was indeed undefended.

Presumably it won't be long before the Listening Holy Beast can completely occupy the reincarnated body. If it can be restored to its peak strength, it will definitely be able to take the lead in planning the Luzu Monastery before Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Amitabha."

After his eyes became cloudy, he sat cross-legged in the posture of an old monk who passed away.

At the moment when his consciousness disappeared, his eyes suddenly widened. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Shen Lian in disbelief. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Shen Lian chewed unconsciously, hysterical wailing came from his throat.

Is it an illusion? Why is it like listening to the howling of a holy beast?

But then he died.

Shen Lian felt a little regretful that Xiaoleiyin Temple's methods were too weird and he failed to detect the location of Yue's soul from the beginning to the end.

If you can swallow them together, you might be able to get a glimpse of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s lineage.