my past life simulator

As the dazzling scenery retreated rapidly, He Zhao returned to the bedroom of the second save point.The electronic clock hanging on the wall in front of him shows the time as -【06:30:05】.

"The conventional approach doesn't work at all, it's true that I'm a little naive."

Think about it carefully, the family branch of the Bufa Temple transports all the students in the secular class from each school to their own high school.Facing the mainstay of the next generation, they can imagine how tight the security arrangements should be.

We will never allow anyone who is not right to enter the school. I am afraid that any abnormality will be investigated, and I can't wait to dig three feet to ensure the safe growth of the seedlings.

It was a fluke, and the Mahayana teachings were not exposed, and even secretly suppressed a big one, summoning a terrifying Bodhisattva.No, according to people's name, it should be called the ten dwelling Bodhisattva.

From this we can see the secrecy of the action, even a large number of professional counterparts can't find any flaws, how could a mere little monk be able to catch the tail.

It's really that easy, I don't know how many times people have been exterminated in the past ten years, and they can still wait until now to come out and make trouble.

"They were exterminated more than ten years ago and suffered a heavy blow. They must be fully prepared for their reappearance. In other words, Mahamudra and the secret techniques of various factions are naturally prepared."

After all, he was able to detect the details of other people's sad eye marks, which was the only investigative skill.

If it doesn't work, what should I do?
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After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to write an anonymous letter and hand it over to the family branch of the Bufa Temple.

Let Wang Bo go out to attack, let this fierce man who can fight both sides with the Bodhisattva of the ten dwellings first find fault with the Mahayana teaching.

"Try it first, if it doesn't work, think of other ways."

Anyway, he and Mahayana are on the same pole, and the two must decide a winner.

After a while, Ruthless Zhao arranged the words cut out from the newspapers that his family had accumulated in recent years and pasted them into a letter.

"go to school."

Everything seems to reappear from yesterday.

Arrived in class one of Qingxiu smoothly, the class teacher is still Zhang Song.

"Go back to your seat."

"Teacher, I have a question. Is there anyone named Zhang Song in our school?"

When Xiao Zhang heard this, his face was full of question marks.

For the first time, someone asked him if he knew his name in front of his face.

"What's the matter?"

"Teacher, I passed by the grove and picked up a letter. It said: From Mr. Zhang Song, I can be sure that there is no one named Zhang Mingsong in our high school.

If there is, it can only be teachers and students from other schools who take the school bus.And the teacher is an unfamiliar face, and they may be acquainted with them, so they will ask.

If you don't know each other, you can only hand it to the school's lost and found office, post a notice, or broadcast it. "

What he said was well-founded, and the grove area was not monitored, and it was the only way to the various teaching buildings and cafeterias. There were not a thousand, but eight hundred people passing by there every day.

Basically, the surname He picked himself out.

Of course, even if Zhang Song doesn't believe it and suspects him, it doesn't matter.

Big deal, go back to the file!
I just thought of another reason and handed the letter to Xiao Zhang.

He has [-] retracement experiences, and he doesn't dislike time-consuming and labor-intensive work at all.

"Letter? Here, I'll take a look. Oh, yes. My teacher, my name is Zhang Song."

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I don't know why, when the other party said "I am a teacher", with a slightly wretched face, people can't help but think of some action art movies played by two or three people.

Zhang Song reached out to catch the letter that was handed over. He looked at the crookedly pasted words on the envelope, which he had cut out from some newspaper, and his eyelids twitched.

[The Mahayana religion has infiltrated into Shangyang City, premeditatedly summoning the ten dwelling Bodhisattvas.According to grapevine sources, the location is the current school.Please be sure to strengthen your defenses and don't let the other party's conspiracy succeed. 】

The first three words made his complexion change drastically.

The following words such as ten living Bodhisattvas, schools, etc., looked livid.

"Go to self-study first."

Zhang Song turned around and slapped his forehead.

"I almost forgot that you will be the monitor of class one from now on. This is today's tribute rice, and you will be responsible for distributing it. The amount is up to you. In addition, you will be credited today."

After finishing the words, he patted He Zhao on the shoulder and hurriedly left the big classroom.

"I wish you a smooth journey."

The new class teacher of Qingxiu No. [-] never imagined that on his first day in office, the personally elected class leader actually set a death flag for him.

You are the one who blesses people like this!
In the afternoon, Zhang Song returned with a worried face, and resumed the unfinished lessons in the morning.

One day, two days, three days, four days, five days, six days, all in peace.

In this regard, someone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The family branch of Bufa Temple can be regarded as a personnel matter.

It is worth mentioning that in the past six days, the entire city of Shangyang has been in a high-pressure defensive state.

Not only did no Mahayana people come out to make trouble, even the crime rate plummeted by 90.00%, and there was no phenomenon of petty theft.

Although a little depressing, people's lives seem to be safer.

However, on the ninth day, one day later, one can try to carry out the fundamental seal to make the flesh and blood have consciousness, and an accident occurs.

A huge and terrifying Bodhisattva emerges from the ground in the city center and pushes it horizontally.

All the iconic buildings were destroyed, and the casualties were hundreds of times worse than that of the school.

"???"

At that moment, He Zhao completely realized.

It is undoubtedly wishful thinking to expect a group of insects to save the city.

On the seventh day of the high-pressure defense, most people began to relax.

People are not tired, but those responsible for execution are exhausted physically and mentally.

As a result, I never expected that I would relax a little bit and let the enemy find an opportunity to get into the soul.

"Back file!"

Shuxiang Yajun, bedroom.

The electronic clock on the wall directly in front, showing the time—【06:30:05】.

"There is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to guard against a thief."

Can the high-pressure defense last for a month or two months, and can it last for a year or two?

Passive defense is not enough, only active attack.

"Through the family branch of Bufa Temple, we have been strictly guarding against it. We can be sure that they can't find the Mahayana Mole who sneaked into Shangyang City. Unfortunately, two or three days later, I will be able to complete the final step of the basic seal."

Thinking of this, his eyes almost burst into flames.

Gan Liniang's Mahayana teaching!
The gap between the two sides is getting deeper and deeper.

"Since the Mahamudra system doesn't work, can I use methods from other systems?"

Don't forget, he is a man with thirteen Dao fruits.

"Knights can't, and it's not in a world controlled by the ancient gods. Machinery seems to be able to work, but it requires a lot of time and money to research and manufacture. Secret medicine? It doesn't matter."

After thinking about it, it seems that the best is the priest, or the priest.

The former means a kind of belief activity, which originates from the belief concept of harmonious coexistence between heaven and earth.The latter refers to the personnel who serve as assistant priests or chief priests on the altar in order to worship or worship the gods they believe in during the sacrificial activities, which is of irreplaceable importance.

There are three factions in the Priest Daoguo.

The first faction: human-god priests, the main targets of sacrifices are ancestor gods, sage gods, industry gods, daily utensil gods, etc. They are directly related to people's daily life and enjoy the most sacrifices.

Of course, when fighting, it is also based on their strength.

In the world of Daoguo priests, the strength of human-god priests depends entirely on whether their ancestors are strong.They are at the bottom, but it is not absolute. Some sects with sage gods and industry gods are also extremely powerful.

He thought about it carefully, given the situation in the catastrophic world, there were no saints and gods in the industry alive.Even the TM Bodhisattva looks like a ferocious ghost, and the sages may not be spared.

The second faction: Earth priests, the main targets of worship are the gods of society, mountains, water, stone, fire, and animal and plant gods. They originate from the earth and are closely related to human existence.

In other words, all naturally born gods.

If a mountain gives birth to spirituality, then it is a mountain god.In the same way, a gurgling brook also gives birth to spirituality, which is the river god.Even if he is weak, he is still a god.

Compared with the first faction, the second faction is undoubtedly much better.By specific means, with the help of the power of the natural gods.A powerful priest can even control the torrential flood with one person's power, engulfing hostile tribes, countries, and even land.

The third faction: the worship of the gods, the main targets of the sacrifices are the gods of heaven, sun, moon, star, thunder, rain and wind and cloud.The strongest of the three can be called a god, and one can imagine the power contained in it.

But then again.In the cataclysmic world, Bodhisattvas have not escaped the demonic barriers of evil gods. Even if there are gods, so what?

The three priests weighed it, and it seemed that only the priest was more promising.

"It's up to you. Pickup, bah!"

"Earth Priest!"

Taking out the Gabala spirit bone rosary from his neck, he was a little nervous.

I hope that with the power of the two spiritual bone rosary beads, my wish can come true.

"Please make me an earthly priest!"

There is no response, if there are two more crow calls, the picture will be even better.

"Please tell me how to become an earthly priest."

"Crack-"

The Gabala spirit bone rosary shattered, turning into two balls of white bone powder and falling down.

"Om-"

Mystical power descended, and a large amount of strange information flooded into my mind.

For a long time, the headache caused by the influx of information slowly subsided.

"call"

He let out a deep breath, and his expression was very fucked.

Nothing else, if you want to become a local priest, you need to perform a blood sacrifice.

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And, not less than 1000 people.

What is this, if you want to save someone, you have to kill first?
"Hey wait a minute!"

He doesn't need to be a murderous maniac, isn't there a Bodhisattva of ten abode.

With a height of 170 meters, there are hundreds of people who can fish it out with one hand.

A few handfuls in a row are enough.

"Yes, first let you do a job for me."

"Rewind."

The world pauses and reverses rapidly.

Bedroom, time: [06:30:05].

After washing up comfortably and having a hearty breakfast, I drove slowly to school.

No matter how hard the Mahayana teaching is, it will be violent on the third day.

Next, the development of things was the same as the previous few retracements.

On the third day, at noon.

When the students returned one after another, the black beams of light gushing from the ground soared into the sky.Then it turned into a black sky that covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire Shangyang City.

"Boom"

The ground cracked, and a gigantic stone statue climbed out of the crack, roaring to the sky.

He Zhao watched blankly, and had already arranged everything within three days, waiting for the Bodhisattva of the Ten Dwellings to arrive as promised, free and ruthless, the white girl voted for him, and let out a bad breath first.

One, two, three were fished out, and the teachers and students of the whole school gathered on the playground lost one-third, more than 1000 lives.

Unsurprisingly, Wang Bo was the first to arrive at the scene.

It's not that other people spared their lives, but that they were stopped by the people of Mahayana.

No one knows whether the arrival of all the family members of the Bufa Temple's family branch will cause too many changes, and it will really overthrow the ten dwelling Bodhisattvas.

In the end, one person and one stone statue were still both losers, but what puzzled the Bodhisattva was why he didn't feel any gain at all after swallowing more than 1000 human lives.

But no, he can feel it is the devil.

The huge school has long been arranged by famous ruthless people to look like a simple altar. All killings within the school area are all dedicated to the natural gods in the world.

He, of course, has no hair.

"boom--"

Ruthless Zhao's mind was buzzing, as if a red-hot steel bar had been inserted into his head and kept stirring, causing a splitting headache.

Ten seconds later, a huge hieroglyph was deeply imprinted in my mind.

The word is exactly - [sacrifice].

From then on, he was able to call himself a local priest.

"Different."

He Zhao found that the world had changed in his eyes.

The wind, the earth, the boiling magma, and the moisture in the air all have their own representative colors, and emit faint consciousness.

"Rewind."

The world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

Thousands of teachers and students who had been brutally murdered by the Bodhisattva of the ten dwellings spat out from each other's mouth again and slowly put them on the ground.

Shuxiang Yajun, bedroom.

"call--"

He let out a long sigh of relief, now he can't say that he is very sure of finding the person who taught Mahayana, but he is [-]% sure.

The perspective of the land priest is different from that of ordinary people and sad eyes.

It can clearly see every human emotion.

It's impossible to have no emotions when doing big things!
Anyone who is emotionally abnormal must have a big problem.

Regardless of washing and eating, he put on his clothes and drove the car, and hurried to school.

Arriving at the school gate, he skillfully squatted next to the mastiff.

The middle-aged man in the reception room: "???"

"My teacher's name is Zhang Song."

"Please."

The mastiff tilted his head to look at him, and he also tilted his head to look at the mastiff.

Under the fiery red, there is another touch of cheerful orange.

'excited? '

Compared with the mastiff, the middle-aged man has a touch of brown under the fiery red.

'Calm. Hard-working? '

It has to be said that the first impression of middle-aged people's appearance is that they are reliable and hard-working.

"If I have the ability to go to school, wouldn't I be able to catch class flowers, department flowers, and school flowers at my fingertips." '

"Squeak!"

While thinking wildly, a school bus parked in the exclusive parking space of the school.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so students walked down from the inside.

The leader, under the fiery red representing the family branch of the Bufa Temple, hides a thick and astonishing black.