The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 151 The fish and the dragon listen to the Buddhist scriptures ([-])

Mo Rang sat down and took a breath. As the plot was triggered, his memory was also restored.

At the same time, he also recovered his poor blood strip with only a layer of blood left.

Mo Rang: There is no need to restore this thing at all!

He remembered that he was in the trial of Guiyuan secret treasure, and he also remembered the infinite crisis around him. Everything, like the tentacles of a highly poisonous jellyfish, was clammy and dangerous, holding him tightly. Winding it up made him feel a little excited while having a headache.

"Now we need to think carefully."

Mo Rang suddenly felt a little headache. Before he recovered his memory, the experience of this body can really be described as rich.

Just like the description, the original body was orphaned by the catastrophe when he was born. Fortunately, he was just abandoned and not died early because of "changing children and eating". But it was also a blessing in disguise, and the disaster did not make him lose his life , but gave him a great opportunity, because this body is extremely intelligent, so the abbot picked it up and taught him carefully.

The original body has indeed lived up to expectations. The 13-year-old has a clear mind. Since he is innate, the three-color aura above his head has attracted all kinds of indifferent abbots. The Bodhi Temple knew the seriousness of the name of "child prodigy", and immediately blocked the news. For a while, the name of this child prodigy no longer existed in the world.

Extremely low-key and extremely safe.

It wasn't until the original 20-year-old young man had just completed his teachings at Donglin Temple that the still young emperor appointed him to become the youngest national teacher in the history of Qiang Qin under balance. No one in the world knew his name before he achieved his first One goal-to get the position of national teacher!
The importance of the position of national teacher must first look at the characteristics of this world.

In this world, walking on the avenue of national destiny, spiritual energy is also thin, and few people step into innate. In this big environment, some people have entered the way of magic, and some have abandoned their human body to practice ghosts. After countless attempts, some The Almighty, found a way to replace the aura thousands of years ago - National Luck!
Naturally, the fate of the country cannot be taken by just anyone. If you want to touch it, you must tie your own destiny with the fate of the country.

The country is dead and the people are dead, the country is prosperous and the people are strong!
This is an extremely harsh condition, but it also means a rich harvest!Once it has a relationship with the fate of the country, it means that it will enjoy the offerings of its subjects like a god from now on. The beliefs from these offerings are enough for an innate monk to break through and ascend to ascension!

What's more, these incense sticks have the merits of being enshrined by all the people. Seeing the monks' merits, it is no longer possible for the flying ascension thunder to chop fiercely, and the difficulty of ascension has dropped sharply.

For a time, there were more monks cutting off the fate of the country and absorbing the dragon's energy than the crucian carp in the river, and the fate of the sky was messed up.

Not only the way of heaven, but also the countries in the world have become the chess pieces of the monks, and the battlefield is their chessboard!
It is conceivable that the bigger the country, the more people and richer it is, the more prosperous the country will be, and the more benefits monks can get, so they control the huge state machine to fight and annex, the heaven and the earth, the war will never stop. endlessly.

The disputes in this world will not end until the upper realm intervenes.

After thousands of years of running-in, the system has gradually formed, and the mainland has been divided into two parts, Southern Xinjiang and Qiangqin, both of which have monks who specialize in national destiny as national teachers.

And that's where the problem lies. The monks who are not willing to be mediocre all want the support of the national fortune, and there are constant battles in the open and in the dark.

In Qiang Qin, most of the national teachers came from Bodhi Temple and Wuxiang Temple, both of which belonged to the top cultivation forces. While protecting the emperor's descendants, they also received a lot of offerings, surpassing the cultivation sects in the world of mortals.

Cultivation is a pure thing, but once it is connected with the court, it will no longer be pure.

Just like Wuxiangguan and Bodhi Temple, the two major cultivation forces have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, and they have seen blood behind their backs. Once one of them wins, it will be a fatal blow to the other.

The original owner was cultivated as the expectation of Bodhi Temple.

Fortunately, he successfully stood out from the crowd of cultivators, and later became popular among the people. If there is no accident, he, the national teacher, can always ascend to the ascension!
However, amidst the stunned expressions of everyone, Yuanshen resigned from the position of the national teacher himself, and quietly withdrew from everyone's sight, coupled with the fact that Master Wuxiang was favored, the reason had to make people think deeply .

For Mo Rang, this is just the background of his mission. The pressure of the court and the forces of the world of mortals are like a mountain pressing towards him, but he does not feel that it is very difficult and dangerous, and he does not know what these are for him. In the final analysis, it is the pressure or the water that carries the boat.

"For this mission, fish and dragons listen to the Buddhist scriptures, it is indeed appropriate... In this case, I have to save silver fish and become dragons."

Mo Rang pondered for a while, at the moment when he recovered his memory, he understood that his task was limited to nine days, and during these nine days, he had to save the demonized silver fish, as long as he became a dragon, he would be able to escape from this illusion. China goes out.

Obviously, the whitebait in the release pond outside the courtyard was his target for this time.

As a master-level monk, he could see a fleeting red light on the silver fish, which was particularly obvious in the shining silver light, making people think of smelly and sticky blood at first glance.

extremely unknown...

I'm afraid it has already killed people.

"A monster who has already killed people, how could Heaven allow him to become a dragon."

Say so.But the task still needs to be done.

The first thing to do now is to put that whitebait in his yard.Lest he commit another murder.

Mo Rang slowly stood up from the stone bench.A few greenish-yellow leaves slipped from the corners of his clothes, leaving no dust.

The young monk in black clothes is very handsome, just standing up, he looks like a orchid orchid and a jade tree, and the jade mountain stands upright. He is obviously very young, but he can see at a glance that his Tao is profound and his treasure is shining.

With a calm expression, he picked up a wooden bucket and walked out of the courtyard.

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Release pool.

There are about hundreds of fish swimming, probably because they are in a Buddhist temple, each swims with a touch of Buddha nature, the ripples are quiet, there are some ginkgo leaves floating on the clear water, and a few flowers bloom on the shore Unremarkable white wildflower.

And even in this endless unusual, that silver fish is also a very different existence.

I saw that his silver scales were all carved from real silver, and there was a trace of Buddha nature in the hidden killing.

Mo Rang stepped forward, bent slightly, and stared at the fish.

"Zheng Tiandao's ray of life, but he doesn't know that he is already in a disaster."

He spoke facing the release pond full of squid.He didn't seem to be targeting anyone, and with the rustling of fallen leaves, his voice was low and indiscernible, as if he had never appeared before, and passing by was just a gust of unnoticed wind.

There was a glimmer of light in the eyes of the silver fish, like doubt and shock, but in the end it remained motionless, no different from ordinary fish.

"What a thief!"

Mo Rang cursed in his heart, if it wasn't for his good eyesight, he would have really missed the light of the chicken thief, but on the surface he was still unmoved, not daring to destroy his holy monk setup.

He gave a low laugh.

Slowly put the wooden barrel in your hand into the water, and put the whitebait into the wooden barrel.

Immediately, the figure disappeared behind the low gate of the yard.

Really no intention of going or staying.

　Mo Rang: You are destined to me.

　　whitebait:? ? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)