I can't be a demon

The skeleton has been petrified and has no activity at all.

Shen Lian recognized at a glance that the skeleton was that of the monkey brother from the right hall who had chatted with him not long ago. Even though he had been dead for many days, he was still unruly.

"The Great Sage."

He reached out and touched the bones, but there was no resistance.

It shows that the bones have been reduced to mortal objects.

[The incarnation remains of Sun Wukong]

[It is one of the six incarnations of Sun Wukong. It is also the only one that has not gone crazy. Later, it was swallowed up by the demonic nature of the other incarnations and completely reduced to a ****. 】

"Another gibberish."

"After the discussion of the Three Purities, Brother Monkey should have chosen to become one and leave the heaven."

"The other incarnations are too demonic, and the remaining good thoughts have disappeared. I don't know where Brother Monkey is going and whether he has got rid of the demonic nature."

Shen Lian looked complicated, but after thinking about it carefully, there was indeed a way to save it.

If nothing else, the other incarnations of Brother Monkey are all in the palace of Sanqing. As long as you understand the location of the palace and enter the memory, you can change it.

"How can I, a little immortal, control the Monkey King?"

Shen Lian smiled bitterly and shook his head. The four masters and disciples had experienced the calamity before and after the world. Since he was pursuing the truth, how could he pretend that nothing happened.

Moreover, since taking office as the Blood Spirit Boy, he has been closely related to the four people who learned the scriptures.

Shen Lian felt anxious. The calamity of heaven and earth could push the four masters and disciples to such an extent. How could they survive the disaster if they continued to climb to the top of the Three Realms?

"It is clear that his realm has transcended into an immortal, and his strength has been completely transformed, but he feels that the truth of the calamity of heaven and earth is getting more and more out of reach."

Shen Lian let out a long sigh.

"Ah~~"

Starling landed on Shen Lian's shoulder, and two monkey hairs fell from his loosened paw.

Shen Lian subconsciously caught it.

[vellus hair]

[It was condensed by Sun Wukong with his hard work. After refining, it can reshape the body and soul with the help of hair after death. 】

Obviously, Sun Wukong used Bago to give two vellus hairs to Shen Lian.

[The "Bima Wen" career has been triggered, and you can take up the job by spending 20 points]

Shen Lian closed his palms, and two strands of hair turned into golden light and fell on the back of his head.

"Elder brother, thank you very much."

"With just two hairs, I have to go to the other Sanqing Palaces."

Chapter 341 The Scripture, it’s you!

Xiaoleiyin Temple.

There were originally a large number of Buddha statues placed in the temple, but due to the birth of Xiaoleiyin Temple, most of the statues have disappeared.

The clay sculptures came to life one after another, and the sound of chanting was endless.

Just looking at the surface, Xiaoleiyin Temple looks exactly like Buddhism. Hundreds of clay sculptures surround the central altar, worshiping Maitreya Buddha.

The gorgeous curtain covers the upper body of Maitreya Buddha, but it still can't cover the dust all over it.

"Amitabha."

Maitreya Buddha pinched the fingers of his right hand and recited the contents of the Tathagata Sutra.

There are more than a dozen clay sculptures carefully scrubbing the Maitreya Buddha, like attendants on the soles of the Buddha's feet, with extremely pious expressions.

The Buddha in Xiaoleiyin Temple was transformed by demons and ghosts, but the clay sculpture is different.

During his lifetime, the clay sculpture was an ordinary believer who devoted himself to the Buddha. However, he mistakenly recognized the true Buddha, and his soul condensed into a clay sculpture and followed him to practice in Xiaoleiyin Temple for thousands of years.

After the calamity of heaven and earth, Buddhist temples in the mortal world have been cut off.

The number of clay sculptures cannot be replenished, and it can be seen that many of their bodies and limbs are mutilated, and many of them can only crawl on the ground.

Click.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from the corner of the palace.

All the clay sculptures stopped chanting sutras, and in hindsight they looked towards a statue of Bodhisattva. The source of the noise was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not outstanding in Xiaoleiyin Temple, but he is already a member of the Buddhas.

Naturally, he attracted the attention of the old Buddha with yellow eyebrows.

Kaka.

The cracks between Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyebrows are spreading and soon spread all over his body.

"No, Buddha is dead! Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has passed away!!"

"Ksitigarbha! Impossible!!"

All the clay sculptures backed away, their limbs trembling with fear.

They covered their eyes with rags and kowtowed to Maitreya Buddha.

Once the Buddha dies, Maitreya Buddha will inevitably wake up. Now that Maitreya Buddha's spirit has left his body and is practicing in the mortal world, he will definitely be unhappy.

The remaining Buddha statues revealed their Buddha light one by one, and suddenly, the deafening rebirth mantra rang out in Xiaoleiyin Temple.

Mrs. Bones and the Jingtan Messenger looked at each other cryptically, but both remained silent.

The Buddhist strings in Samantabhadra's hand fell all over the floor.

"Namo Amitabha Ye, Duotagadu Ye, Duo Di Yeta, Amilidu Povi, Amili Duo, Sidan Povi..."

There was a shock.

The dust of Maitreya Buddha scattered, gradually revealing the living flesh.

There are dots of pustules on the surface of the naked body, the rough skin is unlike ordinary people, the nails on the hands and feet are long and narrow, and the back is bulging.

His face was shrouded in curtains, and all he could see was that the statue was trembling.

"The Buddha calmed down because Ksitigarbha went to the ruins of the old heaven privately, hoping to use the sick peach tree to obtain Mahayana Buddhism."

The Buddha closest to the statue of Maitreya Buddha spoke, but his words had no impact on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's death.

"Why am I angry?"

The curtain falls.

The face of the old Buddha with yellow eyebrows is revealed like a turtle, and his eyes are full of heat.

"I see, you have been dead for thousands of years and your influence is still there."

He stretched out his left hand, and infinite light gathered at his fingertips, forcibly pieced together into the twisted remnant soul of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, like a ball of flame.

The flames let out hysterical wails, and one could see the facial features being tortured.

The old Buddha with yellow eyebrows came closer to the flames and sniffed lightly with his drooping proboscis dripping mucus. More and more Buddha statues around him opened their eyes.

Snap.

The flames exploded, and the remaining souls disappeared into ashes.

The old Buddha with yellow eyebrows still maintains the gentle sniffing movement, and his breathing is clearly visible.

"Buddha, there are many Arhats in Xiaoleiyin Temple who can succeed to the throne. There is no need to care about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. If he dies, he will die..."

The Bodhisattva Wuyi wanted to recommend the Arhat under him to achieve enlightenment, but before he could finish speaking, he felt the indescribable light of the Buddha suddenly appear.

"Shut up!!!!"

The old Buddha with yellow eyebrows has his eyes wide open, and the phantom of light is rippling between his pupils.

He raised his fat palm and slapped it hard.

Bang!

Xiaoleiyin Temple was in deathly silence. The upper body of Wuyi Bodhisattva was crushed into pieces, and the splashing minced meat stained the walls, ground, and pillars...

"It's Jin Chanzi!!!"

The old Buddha with yellow eyebrows raised his arms high, and a sun with a human head rose.

A large amount of the bones of Wuyi Bodhisattva were pierced into the palm of his hand, and it was covered with small wounds, but what flowed out was not blood.

But pearls, gold, agate, jade...

"I finally... found the true scripture you mentioned, yes, absolutely yes!!"

"This time, I win again, Jin Chanzi!!!"

The old Buddha with yellow eyebrows climbed up with difficulty. The tortoise shell on his back was made of gold cymbals. The human race bag was pinned to his waist, and the chime hammer was connected to his spine.

Holding the sun in his right hand, he waved his left hand, and the burning fire burned in front of his eyes.

There is a sleeping golden cicada lying in the burning fire. You can see that the whole body is full of cracks, and it is actually composed of countless fragments stuck together bit by bit.