An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

A moment ago, the Fan monks were convinced that the other party would retreat. Even if they did not hand over the gold and silver treasures, it would not matter. As long as they reported the matter to the garrison afterwards, the upper echelons of Daliao would naturally blame the weak Song Dynasty for this matter. From their understanding of the Song Dynasty in the south, compensation was almost certain.

It's just that they, who should have given up everything, now can only pick up the leftovers that leaked out from the fingers of the big shots.

God?

So what about the gods!

The Central Plains has always attached great importance to rules. In addition, the emperors took turns in the past. The chaotic situation that came to my house this year almost frightened the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty. Starting from the sudden death of Song Taizu, he began to suppress dissidents, gather power, and prepare to restore the imperial power.

Release of military power over a glass of wine was a program used by Song Taizu, who died suddenly, to relieve the power of military commanders.

Nowadays, in the Song Dynasty, the logging of mountains and temples that is in full swing is another move of the new Emperor of the Song Dynasty in order to centralize power - while purging the monsters and monsters, he will also remove those who have a bad impression of the Song Dynasty. Let's deal with it together, and then allocate the vacated territory to the monks and Taoists, and to the gods and earth.

Of course, the gods and earthly beings who have been famous for a long time may not care about recognition from the Song Dynasty, but what about rewards? Add a few more precious words to the long names of gods, and let the Taoist monks praise them higher and promote them manually. I don't believe that they will not be tempted.

As for the wasted national fortune, who cares?

From the perspective of means, it is very shrewd to fight a group and pull a group. Most of the wise monarchs of various dynasties have done similar things, but some are gentler than the Song emperors, and some are more violent.

The behavior is not wrong.

The mistake was that Kyushu had not yet been unified. Except for the fact that it had no neighbors to the east and was adjacent to the sea, there were tigers and wolves in the three directions of the Song Dynasty looking at it eagerly, ready to pounce and tear it apart at any time.

And the reason why they stood still was that, except for those who lacked strength, most of the rest were waiting - waiting for Da Song to bleed more harshly, and waiting for it to become weaker.

Prey before death is the easiest and most delicious.

Of course, those who can be used as scouts are basically low-level monks. Even if they are smart enough, their vision is not enough to judge so many things. These are just the answers I heard from the elders and abbots in the temple.

However, according to the judgment of these wise men, the gods of the Song Dynasty were almost too overwhelmed to take care of themselves. How could they have time to cause trouble for others? The key is that from beginning to end, they did not realize how the monk died.

"crazy!"

"Must be crazy!"

This damn god feels like he has no hope of survival and is seeking death!

It doesn't matter if you want to die, but they are still young, have not experienced the world of mortals, and have not enjoyed it. Girls from the Song Dynasty who are said to be like water, how can they easily die here.

The next moment, Monk Fan came back to his senses from the horrifying scene of his companion being beheaded. While shouting, he took out a gilt red copper bell from his arms and shook it vigorously.

And as the metal projectiles inside the gilt copper bell shook, a crisp impact sound came out from the copper bell, and in the blink of an eye, the sound was transmitted for dozens of miles.

At the same time, on the vast grassland in the distance, human-shaped small black dots suddenly appeared one after another. After looking here for a few times, except for a few leaving figures, the others The scout teams hiding everywhere began to gather here.

In addition to more monks wearing the same clothes as the other monks, there were also a small group of Liao cavalry, many of whom had faces from the Central Plains.

Zhang Ke even sensed some auras belonging to the earth creatures. Unlike those doves occupying the magpie's nest, the auras on their bodies were all very pure. In other words, as soon as they activated their whole bodies, those who came to help were the real mountain gods and earth creatures.

At the same time, several monks who were lucky enough to survive were reciting the Diamond Sutra. As the sutras were recited, some mottled golden spots appeared on their bodies, and a thick, solemn aura came from them. emanating from the body.

Although their main method of practice is not the Diamond Sutra, they treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and reinforcements are gathering. It would be the worst to die now.

Several monks looked nervously at Zhang Ke above their heads.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and he didn't dare to wipe it away, so he cautiously retreated back.

At this time, a breeze suddenly blew on the grassland, gently blowing over the body and bringing a long-lost cool feeling. The hot sweat on the neck finally found a solution.

But after they took a few steps back, they found that under the breeze, the sweat on their necks not only showed no sign of drying up, but instead flowed more and more vigorously. The hot sweat flowed along the skin and into the clothes, quickly soaking the entire monk's robes. .

It was only then that the monks realized something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to lower their heads to check.

But with just such a lowering of the head, their heads were separated from their shoulders and hit the ground with a "Boom!"

With their heads down and smashed into the ground, they couldn't figure out when exactly their heads were gone, but without the supply of their bodies, there would never be an answer to the question of just relying on their brains!

And the blood that had been suppressed by the head for a long time spurted directly into the sky several meters high after losing the weight, forming a series of blood arrows, which was spectacular!

After several monks transformed into artificial fountains, the gathering scouts were slightly disturbed for a while, and soon changed directions. Although they are still gathering, there is no rush as before, and the gathering place has also been moved several miles back.

It was almost to the boundary of Zhang Ke's activity range.

In response, Zhang Ke frowned. Instead of running away, he was preparing to gather together. If they were enemies, there was nothing to say!

Just a momentary change of mood.

The gentle breeze beside him became violent. The withered yellow grassland was instantly bent by the strong wind, and the roots of weeds clung to the ground. But those wind elves hidden in the wind now revealed their figures.

Like a pair of transparent knives that were laid sideways, they were quickly pushed over from a height of one meter above the ground. First came the two-legged monks and the Central Plains faces, and then the scout cavalry on horseback.

They relied on their horses to avoid being cut in half immediately, but after the horses fell down, they also followed the other's footsteps. Moreover, when the horses were killed earlier, their legs were cut in half from the ankles, leaving no chance of escape.

Only a few lucky people, under the forewarning of some blessed soul, subconsciously crouched down and avoided death.

"Amitabha, I have met fellow Taoist!"

For those individuals who squatted down to escape, Zhang Ke did not eradicate the roots. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the same height as himself. Here, there was a man holding a tin staff and wearing 108 large rosary beads around his neck. Although he looked quite young and handsome, he was A young monk who gives a sense of the profoundness of Buddhism appears out of thin air.

Behind the monk, there is a door that is slowly closing. From the gap in the door that has not yet been completely closed, you can see a world of golden light.

Noticing Zhang Ke's gaze, the young monk raised the corners of his mouth slightly, moved his steps, and revealed the door behind him.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't prevent the Lingshan gate from closing, he wouldn't even mind leaning against the gate to let the other party take a second look.

Only when you see a higher depth can you understand your own insignificance. Only when you have a glimpse of the true Buddha can you have devout faith.

"The little monk is dishonest!"

Noticing the other party's small movements, Zhang Ke immediately looked away.

Just by looking at the glittering golden light and the almost overflowing Buddhist dharma, one could tell that what was behind the door was probably the headquarters of the Buddhist sect. I just didn’t know which level it was, but Zhang Ke wouldn’t be curious. Who would he cry to if he was abducted? go?

And just after Zhang Ke looked away, the door, which had only opened for one person to pass through the gap, closed completely and made a clanging sound.

Then, the pure gold portal gradually disappeared into the depths of the space and disappeared, as if it were placed in water waves.

Seeing this, a trace of undetectable regret flashed in the young monk's eyes.

A little, just a little bit!

Even if it's just a glance, the existence behind the door can use this glance to pull out a line of cause and effect. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but with fate, many things will become less difficult. You know, what I, the Buddha, are best at is persuading people to do good!

It's a pity that such a good opportunity for insertion was not seized, and without the help of everyone in Lingshan, it would be too difficult to do anything with just Fahai as an alternative Arhat. But once I miss this opportunity, I don’t know if I will find such a God-given opportunity next time.

You must know that the affiliated worlds of Jiuzhou are like the stars in the galaxy, endless. It is too difficult to find a small person among the thousands of stars. Unexpected interference caused by accident, either two mountains suddenly appeared next to Lingshan Mountain, or the mountain was blocked by heavy fog.

This time, he reluctantly chased after Zhang Tianshi's young disciple.

But don’t be fooled by this thing!

He didn't even take a curious look at the secret realm of Lingshan. Just waiting for the gate to close, it would be too difficult for a quasi-arhat to force a land creature with a title.

But no matter how difficult it was, he could only grit his teeth and endure it, trying to fulfill the decrees of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Otherwise, if he fails to complete the task, he will not be able to return to Lingshan.

After all, this world has developed to the Song Dynasty.

There was not much time left before his catastrophe, and he didn't want to continue to be entangled with that white snake. The other party had already become an immortal, and their story had been compiled into the Legend of the White Snake, but he was still lingering on the threshold of the Arhat.

Reincarnating again and again, perfecting one's own binding for the other party, just thinking about it gives the monk a headache.

Temporarily abandoning the worries in his heart, the smile on young Fahai's face became a little more friendly: "Why do fellow Taoists need to be so cautious? I, the Buddha, also need people to do so themselves. If you, the Taoist, don't want me, I, the Buddha, will not force you to do so. Yu Si!”

"It's a pity that I couldn't take a look at the secret realm of my Buddhist Lingshan Mountain, fellow Taoist!"

Fa Hai had a look of regret on his face, and at the same time he couldn't help but observe Zhang Ke's expression.

And his words were not private. The moment the words "Lingshan" appeared, ripples appeared on the ground below, and then, figures emerged from the ground beneath their feet.

Among them, some were kind-looking rich old men with a stooped figure and holding a cane; some were stout, like mountain people, or simply half-human with an animal head on their head.

Dozens of figures appeared on the ground, and the Liao scouts who had escaped the disaster looked up at the sky, especially the space behind Fa Hai.

But they were destined to be disappointed.

The door appeared for only three to five seconds, as if it was just to send Fahai away and give it a try. After seeing that there was no gain, he decisively withdrew without any hesitation.

After some observation, there was no trace of Lingshan, and the expressions on their faces were particularly complicated.

This kind of opportunity is already in front of my face, but I still miss it, and I even want to die.

Then, when he turned to look at Zhang Ke, his eyes became a little strange.

It sounds like this person doesn't seem to care at all about what they want? They want to see who this reckless person is?

However, the next moment, the expression on his face became stiff, and the old man, who was already very short and stooped, wanted to lie down on the ground and crawl back into the ground again.

How could they be so unlucky? They had just expressed the idea of ​​changing the hall, and they happened to meet their boss. Several mountain gods looked at each other, then bowed respectfully and said: "I have seen the gods!"

Zhang Ke lowered his head: "It's okay, don't rush, I'll give you time to make it up slowly!"

Hearing this, these mountain gods almost rolled their eyes. They looked at each other and winked at each other for a long time before gritting their teeth and saying, "We are helpless. As a land of the Liao Kingdom, if you don't believe in me, the Buddha, then you can't believe me." If you don’t belong to the shaman, then you are the evil god’s temple. The temple will be destroyed and you will be captured and used as material for the shamans!”

I will not comment on the national policy of the Liao State, but the words are not mixed with too much water, they are all true.

The Liao Kingdom was originally the Khitan, another nation that emerged from the grasslands. While they believed in their own primitive beliefs, they also blended in with the culture of the Central Plains. The entire Liao Kingdom had a good impression of Buddhism. The status of Buddhism in the Liao Kingdom was closely related to their own. The original beliefs are equivalent.

But, it’s true, so what?

Isn’t the authority of your mountain god’s land divided between heaven and hell? Even if the Liao Dynasty does not agree with the Emperor Tianhou Tu and the Heavenly Court's control over the Liao Kingdom is weak, it can't be a treacherous act because of this, right?

Holding the authority of heaven, enjoying the salary from heaven, thinking about practicing Buddhism or joining the shaman lineage, working two jobs by yourself, you have earned all the benefits, right?

Where in the world can such a good thing exist?

"That's it?"

Zhang Ke looked at the land of the mountain god below, and his expression gradually became cold: "I gave you the time to compile, and this is the result? The big thing of betraying the heaven, I just wanted to dismiss it in a few words. Are you too naive, or do you think I am easy to fool?" "

"Just like that, it can't save your lives!"