I can't be a demon

The monks that came into view were all twisted.

Not only were their bones bent clockwise, but the positions of their facial features were also twisted, and their pupils showed strange vortices.

As they walked, they seemed to be spinning.

The old abbot in the lead saw the pile of corpses and said with relief: "Buddha bless us, this blessing is definitely enough for us to practice the pile method."

Martial arts?

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, and a little absurdity flashed in his eyes.

The monks didn't even have traces of martial arts training, and they were not even normal people. It seemed that a gust of wind would make them fall to death.

The old abbot put his hands together and signaled others to carry the corpses.

"The human food will be distributed after seven days of salvation."

He looked around, licked his lips and added: "I am about to condense the relics, so I am shamelessly asking for 80% of the human food."

"When I achieve the position of Jialan, we will get more responses from the Buddha."

The monks were a little dissatisfied, but still nodded in agreement: "It should be, Abbot Liangran, you have superb standing method and strong blood and qi. It is only a matter of time before you achieve the position of Jialan."

Shen Lian didn't understand what they were talking about.

Superb standing method? Strong blood and qi?

Aren't they just a bunch of old, weak and sick people? What kind of Buddhism are they practicing?

The monks noticed Shen Lian standing up and shouted in surprise: "Abbot Liaoran! There is a human being still alive, and his injuries are not serious. He can be sacrificed to the Great Evil Buddha!!!"

"Okay, okay."

Abbot Liaoran said quickly: "Quickly subdue him! Don't let the human being escape into the forest!!"

The monks came forward at the same time, raised their arms in unison, and faint blood and energy emanated, mixed with almost invisible strength.

Shen Lian stood still with a strange expression.

On the surface, the monks were not even martial artists at the fourth level of foundation building. At best, they were just children who had been exposed to martial arts for one or two days.

Shen Lian was very familiar with their fighting postures

"Is it the entry-level fighting method of the Thousand Arms Fist, the Arhat Fist?"

The manas was throbbing.

It was not a warning, but the manas was reminding itself that those twisted monks were not simple, and the ruins of the Heavenly Palace were not simple.

Bang bang bang...

As the monks pressed down with their palms, there was a sound of breaking through the air for no reason.

As if they really mastered the Arhat Fist.

Shen Lian looked down and saw a shallow palm print on the bottom of his feet. The edge of the dragon fish robe was affected, and the corner of the robe was rolled into a vortex.

Then, invisible Arhat Fists came towards him.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The man who had warned him earlier narrowed his eyes quietly, and continued to play dead when he saw this.

"It's a pity, I'm afraid that I don't know the rules of Xiaoxitian when I first arrived. These monks who believe in Xiaoxitian are more difficult than each other."

The man just had this thought, but he noticed that Shen Lian's figure in the smoke and dust was still straight.

"Impossible, his flesh and bones should be twisted to death!"

The smoke and dust dispersed.

Shen Lian's face was uncertain, and a vortex scripture appeared between his eyebrows.

The things he saw were completely different.

The monk was twisted clockwise, and the vortex scripture made the vision distorted counterclockwise. After canceling each other out, the deformed appearance became normal instead.

And in the vortex perspective, the monks were full of blood, with a faint glow all over their bodies, and their facial features were solemn.

They were indeed martial arts, and their realm was around the eighth realm of the divine journey.

Shen Lian activated the martial arts scriptures and saw through the fake martial arts realm of the monks at a glance. They were not even at the entry level of the Arhat Fist.

It seemed like they were pretending, but they were already [making the fake look real].

"Reverse the real and the fake!!!"

The real warriors' strength was greatly reduced, and the fake warriors performed martial arts out of thin air.

In this twisted Little Western Paradise, even the concept of real and fake has been distorted.

Chapter 370 Another Me

The temple was dead silent.

The vortex scripture on Shen Lian's brow was looming, and the Buddha's light was shining all over his body. He was much more like Buddha than those twisted monks.

He narrowed his eyes and used the monks' threats to delve into the unknown scriptures.

Shen Lian noticed that the unknown scriptures and the fake Buddhist teachings mastered by the monks in Little Western Paradise seemed to have the same origin, but there were some differences.

The monks didn't know whether Shen Lian was real or not, so they didn't dare to move forward for a while.

At the same time, there was a rustling sound from the pile of corpses, and a man climbed out cautiously and looked at Shen Lian's back.

The man's name was Yan Wen, and he was wearing an old robe of the Ministry of Finance. His realm was only the first nine realms of the Heavenly Palace, and there were traces of martial arts practice.

Facing Shen Lian, who was shrouded in dazzling Buddha light, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"This person... must be the evil Buddha of Xiao Xitian. I'm afraid he has reached the realm of human immortals, which is the Venerable Jia Lan mentioned by Xiao Xitian."

"Why did Venerable Jia Lan appear in the most remote place?"

The reason why Yan Wen reminded Shen Lian was because he sensed the latter's blood and thought that the other party was also a surviving disciple of the Eight Divisions of the Ghost Market.

But once the scripture between the eyebrows was revealed, it had already proved Shen Lian's identity in disguise.

Only the evil Buddha recognized by Xiao Xitian could refine this true scripture. According to them, the spiral scripture is called [Sanskrit].

It is said that Sanskrit is the Mahayana Buddhism that Huang Mei comprehended.

As his understanding of Sanskrit deepens, the evil Buddha will naturally be able to transcend the realm.

The vortex between Shen Lian's eyebrows is only one circle. Usually, within five circles, it is the fruit of the Kāla, which is equivalent to the human immortal; more than five circles, it is the perfect Arhat fruit of the human immortal; more than ten circles, it is only the Bodhisattva fruit of the earth immortal in the legend.

"Strange, aren't all evil Buddhas distorted in body and soul, why is he an exception?"

Yan Wen's expression was solemn, and he quietly took out the talisman that escaped from Xiao Xitian.

"If I were an ordinary immortal, I would still have a chance to survive. I will wait until the monks focus on Venerable Jia Lan, and then find a chance to leave."

Hate flashed in his eyes. Since the Yellow-browed Buddha founded Xiao Xitian in the ruins of the Heavenly Palace, all the gods of the Eight Divisions have disappeared.

Most of the disciples of the Eight Divisions were assigned to the Little Leiyin Temple, and only a few of them survived.

Yan Wen was one of the few disciples who adhered to the Eight Divisions' Taoist tradition. There were only a thousand of them, wandering around the shallow ghost market. This time he came to Xiao Xitian to find the Eight Divisions' gods.

"Damn it, there are already clues about the gods. If I escape and leave, it will be useless to enter Xiao Xitian again."

Yan Wen grabbed the talisman tightly, and then sighed.

In any case, only by living can the Eight Divisions' Taoist tradition be re-established. If a hundred years do not succeed, a thousand years will do. Even if the Eight Divisions' gods die, sooner or later someone will stand out and be promoted to earthly immortals.

Yan Wen was about to activate the talisman when his expression suddenly became shocked.

A monk was seen chanting the four words "Venerable Jialan" enthusiastically, kneeling and kowtowed three times towards Shen Lian, and then when he was about ten meters away.

Crack, crack, crack.

The creepy sound of bones colliding was heard.

The monk had just witnessed the vortex of scriptures on Shen Lian's forehead, and his limbs twisted for no reason, and his bones began to curl up in a strange and inexplicable way.

Snap.

The monk turned into a ball, and died completely.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have figured out some unknown uses of the scriptures. He tried to disperse them and directly twisted the monk to death.

Abbot Liangran slowed down his pace, pointed at Shen Lian's forehead and shouted: "The Sanskrit of Buddha is all clockwise, but his Sanskrit is counterclockwise!"

"He is not Venerable Jialan!! He is the great demon recorded in the Buddhist scriptures!!!"

"Oh?"

Shen Lian touched his forehead and turned to look at the Buddha statue in the temple.

It is indeed as Abbot Liaoran said, the vortex of the Buddha statue is clockwise, and I don’t know if it is because of the different paths of enlightenment.

Shen Lian relied on the professional panel to forcibly refine the unknown true scriptures.

The evil Buddha is probably given to them by Xiao Xitian.

“Let me look through your Buddhist scriptures. I am very curious about how the so-called great demon is recorded on it, hehe.”

Shen Lian walked towards the temple.