An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Hearing this, the mountain gods and earth people below were trembling with anger. Their whole bodies were sweating in the morning and their hands and feet were cold. Can this coward Jiuzhou be cured?

All things are filled with malice towards the underlying gods. On weekdays, they are like a wheel stumbling over all kinds of trivial matters. They have to fulfill the outrageous wishes of the people/believers. If they don’t have time to practice, that’s it. Occasionally, they have to be passed by. Under God's command, even if you were at a critical moment when doing something, if the stick was knocked down, you would still have to pick up your pants and run to help.

Even so, during the evaluation, the hope of promotion is still slim.

Compared to them, the Mao gods, who accidentally sit on the earthly position due to luck, those who have their backs to the gods and serve as officials in the world can easily take away the positions they desire as long as they die, and will They trample them underfoot.

Moreover, this dog-sun's position as a land-only person still has a term of office.

It needs to be replaced every three to five hundred years.

If you have bad luck and are neither promoted nor transferred elsewhere during this period, you will have to hand over your authority when the time comes and go to the underworld to be reincarnated. But even if you join a wealthy family in the next life, who can say for sure who will be there? what's the situation. Those who have accumulated good fortune may be fine, but those whose fortunes are not very upright, or who are prodigal, and encounter natural or man-made disasters, will have to walk the road to hell again every minute.

It would be better not to reincarnate!

But they can't help it, the rules are like this. As long as they can do something, they won't be trapped in the corner, counting the little incense every year and living hard.

Fortunately, gods are gods after all. Even if they are just an insignificant mountain god with a big mountain, the land of more than a dozen families is still different from ordinary people.

Unless it is in Kyushu itself, otherwise, it will take three to five hundred years to see the end of a dynasty. Being passed down to ten generations of mortals in one term can be considered a profit. Every year, there is also a salary from heaven and earth. Although it is not much, it is a rare good thing. If you have more money, you can even provide for your next life. Pave the way.

Family background, fate, qualifications, and even some opportunities.

Although he is not like Taoist Zhang, who has a great god by his side to bless him on his way to immortality, he still has some hope.

But even so, only one out of ten people at the bottom can live a satisfactory life. They are already so miserable, and there are unreasonable thieves who have taken away the authority they rely on to survive without any notice, and they can even still It’s so hard to shamelessly ask Him!

How can these low-level gods satisfy you?

Tears suddenly flowed down in frustration. This cowardly Kyushu is full of oppression of the underlying gods. When can they really stand up?

Of course, the mountain gods and earth people were depressed in their hearts, but they did a perfect job on the surface. They didn't know Zhang Ke's name and didn't look at each other. Naturally, they didn't have to worry about their thoughts being read.

A fawning smile appeared on the vicissitudes of life's face, as if we would do whatever God says.

Compared to the city gods who all showed a bit of dissatisfaction, their appearance touched Zhang Ke's heartstrings more.

"That's all, I won't tease you anymore."

"It is indeed my fault for not taking it for myself, but I have used these powers for useful purposes, but I cannot return them to you for the time being. But since Judge Cui wants you to come to my account and use them, it is fate. What do you think of this? .”

"For those of you who are willing to come with me, I will temporarily lend you your authority for a while. As for the delayed responsibilities, if heaven and earth come to ask you, don't worry, I will take care of them. If you really don't want to, then that's okay. It doesn’t matter. Although the authority cannot be returned in full, I can still give some of it to you to perform your duties. You can borrow it for a certain period of time. When the matter is over, compensation will be paid to your account. How about it?"

Although I was moved by these mountain gods and lands, my heart softened a little.

But Zhang Ke didn't explain much, he just gave them a choice.

Nowadays, I am the swordsman and man is the fish and meat. These are not existences like Cui Pan. Even the capital god with the highest status among these earth creatures is just the capital god of the Song Dynasty in this world.

In other words, they are just some indigenous gods. Once Zhang Ke leaves this world, there will be no chance of dealing with them in the future.

What's more, do you have to explain clearly to your subordinates when doing things above?

There is no such truth in the world.

In Zhang Ke's case, his rules are rules. If you want to negotiate terms, you have to invite someone with equal status.

After hearing this, a group of people on the official road below just looked up at Zhang Ke blankly.

At this time, the turmoil of the earth has gradually moved away, beyond the limit of what they can see.

Birds and beasts return to their nests, and people and animals are in peace.

This Taiyuan Mansion once again restored its former tranquility.

But the hearts of a group of land creatures were stirred up by turmoil.

One moment he was a arrogant dog official, and the next moment he became considerate and even asked for compensation?

The sudden change in the style of painting made it difficult for them to adapt, especially since they were used to the tough attitude of the gods and the land of the mountains and gods. When they suddenly encountered such a situation, they felt choked in their hearts for a moment.

Although this person acts domineeringly, he doesn't seem to be that difficult to talk to?

After a while, you all made a decision.

“I will obey God’s command!”

The mountain gods and earth people bowed in a low posture, with their heads almost touching their legs.

Of course, not everyone is like this.

There are also some places that only make decisions that are completely opposite to most people after sizing up the situation.

This is normal. After all, human nature is complex. Some people dare to take risks, while others are willing to accept the status quo.

There is always the possibility of losing money if you take risks, but you will never lose everything you have if you are prudent.

After all, compared to doing a meaningless thing with a strange god, the most urgent thing is to get back your own authority and go back to perform your duties. If this person succeeds and keeps his word, no matter how many benefits he has, he will We have a share, but there is no risk if it fails, so why not?

As for the many other land creatures, they basically either wanted to use their small skills to make a big difference, or they had the idea of ​​​​keeping a relationship with Zhang Ke, a god who was familiar with the Four Great Judges. Zhang Ke didn't pay attention to these.

In addition to Cui Pan's entrustment, there is another reason for recruiting these lands, which is the lesson learned from the last dungeon leader.

Even if he is in charge of the entire Western Region and Middle Earth, even if he has two emperors behind him, the number of gods under his command has not been up to standard, and it can even be said to be lacking. A large number of unorganized and unmanaged mountains and rivers also indicate that he cannot fully exert his strength. Others can exert their strength at 100%, or even beyond the level, but he can only maintain it at eight or nine, otherwise he would not be able to fully exert his strength with him. Then the Mingjiao Buddha's fight would not have lost even after revealing his true form.

Of course, even if he wins that time and reveals his evil true nature, Zhang Ke will start over.

But now is no different than before. With this condition, there is no need to wrong yourself.

So, after wasting a little time and returning part of the power to those who were not part of the group, Zhang Ke took most of the land in the northern part of the Song Dynasty, crossed the border, and entered the territory of the Liao Kingdom.

Along the way, mountains cracked, revealing roads; rivers diverted, revealing riverbeds.

The spirits and monsters fled in the wind, while the evil spirits hid in hidden places and trembled.

The planned route starts from Yunzhou, walks around the west side of Yinshan Mountain, and engraves the mountains and rivers of the Western Regions in the green jade, and then goes down the Huang River from the north to Linhuang Mansion, the capital of the Liao Kingdom, Shangjing.

However, perhaps Zhang Ke's previous connection with the authorities caused too much noise.

In the first half of the journey, the journey from Yunzhou to Yinshan to gather power was relatively smooth. He basically didn’t need to take action. The accompanying locals would be very discerning and take a step ahead of him, explore the way ahead, and knock on the local god’s head. Gate, have a good chat with them.

If they are wise, they will naturally be fine if they hand over their authority, but they will never be lenient when encountering those who are tough.

Although these places are only obsequious in front of Zhang Ke, when they meet these local gods, their waist and legs no longer hurt immediately, and they can pick ten temples in one breath.

Of course, the local gods were not without resistance.

But no matter how strong they are, they have their limits. What's more, the locals brought by Zhang Ke have not yet been poisoned by the Neo-Confucianism of Cheng and Zhu of the Great Song Dynasty. They still maintain the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties and never talk nonsense. Of course, they will deal with the barbarians kidnapped by the Hu. There's no need to be rational.

As soon as they met suddenly, they kicked down the door, smashed the temple, destroyed the statues, and then killed those who deserved to be killed and arrested those who deserved to be killed, and brought the authority in front of Zhang Ke.

Even if you encounter a tough problem that cannot be solved by a swarm of people, when you are in a tough battle, there will be a coincidence from the horizon, or a pure gold rope will fly down, or a knife will fall directly, and no matter how arrogant the local god is, he will have to obey. out of one's own authority.

After Zhang Ke engraves the mountains, rivers and earth veins into the green jade, he often redistributes authority to these earth creatures.

Although it was only a second-level authority, a group of land beasts were still happy, so the already vicious lineup became even more sinister.

The most exaggerated one is that he was originally just a land god in charge of more than a dozen farmers. He relied on his bravery in battle, charging ahead, and a little bit of luck to help him bring his unworthy land to the forefront. From the eighth level.

Take charge of hundreds of miles of land and population.

This speed is not inferior even when compared to Zhang Ke who is on the hook.

Unfortunately, at this point, he was subject to double restrictions from himself and the outside. He needed a period of time to digest the gains, move the earth's veins, remove the remnants of the previous one, and transform them into his own things. He could no longer follow the large team to continue marching.

And there are many examples like this land.

Because of their own limited conditions, they were unable to master more of the landscape, so they had no choice but to stay in the local area.

But even so, it is far more than what they have achieved in the past. If they climb up from the bottom rank, even if they work hard and with the help of luck, they still have to eliminate the factors of accidental decline to reach the eighth rank. It would take hundreds or even thousands of years.

Everyone was satisfied, and the look in their eyes towards Zhang Ke also changed quietly.

If before, they had to gather under Zhang Ke's tent because of reality and instructions, then now even if there is no instruction, Zhang Ke can drive thousands of people to work for him only with one word.

It's just so realistic.

In fact, if they didn't need to help their king guard one side, they really wanted to go back to the Song Dynasty and show their former colleagues how much opportunity they had missed.

Are you willing to accept the status quo?

"Hey!

In one month, one-third of the thousands of land animals under his command were quickly eliminated, but even the remaining ones made enough money, but compared to those who were left behind, their upper limit of endurance was undoubtedly higher. Only when they were strong and could protect more ground for Zhang Ke Mu, they continued to gather around him.

Of course, the locals gained a lot, but the one who gained the most was Zhang Ke.

There is a large amount of mountain god land, and the river god City God is the steward. After conquering the land line, Zhang Ke does not need to refine it carefully, he can directly enjoy the results. The status of God has risen rapidly in a very short period of time.

From the fifth grade who had just entered the dungeon, he had climbed to the top of the fourth grade. He was one step away from the third grade and returned to the upper level of the spiritual karma bitmap.

But when you are brave and diligent, it will never last.

Ever since Zhang Ke's team came down from Yin Mountain, the situation has become dangerous.

The strength of the local gods is far greater than before. Even if they attack in groups, even the upgraded land monsters will have a hard time fighting, and Zhang Ke's attacks are becoming more and more frequent.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, please stop here!"

When he annexed one-third of the Liao Kingdom from west to east, and reached the source of the Huang River, a group of monks with halos of merit on their heads and Buddha's light on their bodies gathered together and shot into the sky stood in front of him.

A Buddha chant sounded, shaking the people exploring the path ahead to the ground.

Then the sharp gaze directly spanned hundreds of miles of space, piercing Zhang Ke's eyes like a bee sting.

"Ah!"

There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, and then two bolts of lightning suddenly burst out from Zhang Ke's eyes. While shattering the invisible gaze, they still had enough energy to shoot towards the monks in the distance.

A younger monk turned his hands, took out a Zen staff and struck it on the thunder, scattering it. However, he himself was pushed back dozens of steps by the strong momentum before other monks responded. He barely stopped his movements, but still stood firm, but the arcs of electricity that appeared on his body from time to time showed that the monk who was facing the thunder was not feeling well.

Zhang Ke naturally wouldn't give him time to relax, and he had no intention of talking nonsense to him.

After all, they have already injured their own pioneers exploring the way, so the attackers must be evil. What else can be said about treating the enemy?

When the opponent was able to receive his attack [Master the Five Thunders], Zhang Ke was already preparing the follow-up method.

There was a faint sound of huge waves in the air.

The next moment, a gap suddenly opened in the sky above his head, and a rolling torrent poured down from the sky.

But when it fell on the earth, it didn't stir up any dust, and even the rushing of the flood itself was silent.

The great monk, who originally wanted to make peace with the matter and let Zhang Ke stop there, suddenly widened his eyes. He didn't even care about the cracked corners of his eyes. He immediately took out a purple gold bowl from his arms, and then looked very serious. Feeling the pain, he reached out and picked a piece from the merit halo behind his head and put it into the purple gold bowl.

Suddenly, the golden bowl rose in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a behemoth hundreds of meters high, flying precariously into the air, its mouth facing downwards, bursting out with infinite suction.

The flood that was originally coming in a raging way still rushed forward for hundreds of meters after being ingested. Only then was it intervened by an external force. Then it reluctantly changed the tide and was pulled towards the purple golden bowl in the air. gather in.

Seeing this, the great monk wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Almost!

There was only a hundred or ten meters left before the flood would hit us.

Even standing there, he was already splashed by the surging waves.

Fortunately, before he came here, the magic weapon he borrowed from the Bodhisattva was reliable. Although he sacrificed part of his merits through hard work, the raging flood finally did not hit him, otherwise it would be terrible.

You must know that among the many eyes watching Zhang Ke on the border between Song and Liao, there was a member of the Buddhist sect.

Their purpose was similar to the others. While they were able to see how powerful this dragon crossing the river was, they were also responsible for monitoring the other party. Although Zhang Ke had previously accepted Buddhism's kindness, this thing was a blank check after all. If he did not enter Buddhism and accept transformation, he would no longer be one of his own.

Not to mention that the other party has an elder whom he has never met as a roadblock.

Under such circumstances, Buddhism is naturally afraid that the person who has obtained it will run away again!

But who would have thought that the strength could be seen, but it was slightly different from what they predicted.

Buddhists have seen the means of driving wind and thunder, and the true fire of samadhi, but where does this weak water come from? Hasn’t this thing been extinct since the Qin and Han Dynasties? Who made it and put such a vicious thing in Zhang Ke's hands, yet dared to let children play with it? How big-hearted!

Having seen Zhang Ke's ability to use weak water before, the monk was on guard the moment he noticed that the air had become moist.

But who would have thought that he doesn't play according to the routine in this thing!

Previously, they had always thought that Zhang Ke only controlled some weak water. Who would have thought that he actually held an entire weak water vein? And looking at the turbulence of the flood, even if some seventh-grade water gods flood the rivers during the rainy season, this is the scene, right?

But how can ordinary water be compared with weak water?

He didn't want to experience the soul-crushing ending of being drowned in weak water. That was no ordinary pain.

But fortunately, the magic weapon was reliable and allowed them to escape!

However, before the great monk could take a breath, a scorching heat suddenly came from the distance. When he raised his head, he saw a sea of ​​​​fire that reached the sky and was rapidly burning in his direction.

"W^$ # E%% @$ # %$@#%"

After the words fell, the monk's face froze and he murmured in a low voice:

"Amitabha, this poor monk has violated the precepts!"

But now is not the time to regret. He is unwilling to touch the weak water, but it does not mean that the true fire of Samadhi is easy to mess with. In fact, at the moment when he spoke, the surrounding environment was changing violently, as if in an instant. It's like the end of the world has come.

In the torn sky above the head, dark clouds were gathering, with lightning and thunder in it. The thunder was so dense that it seemed as if the thunder pool in the heaven was connected above the dark clouds.

Not only that, the howling wind suddenly came from all directions, the wind spirits within hundreds of miles around woke up from their slumber and roared angrily, and tornadoes connecting the heaven and the earth were taking shape not far from them.

As for the big floor swing, that's normal. Wind, fire, thunder and lightning have all come on stage. As a land warrior, can it be justified if he doesn't have some special skills?

But Zhang Ke was full of firepower, but he suffered a lot of monks.

No, wasn’t that what the Bodhisattva told you before coming here?

Either it's all agreed upon, or it's just a formality. King Youling is already half a Buddhist, so why is he so cruel to his own people?

As we all know, Buddhists are poor. From the Buddha to the novice novice, they are very poor.

Facing this kind of opponent, the only thing he could use was a purple gold bowl, which he borrowed from Bodhisattva. The other Zen sticks and beads were useless. Bodhisattva, where are you, old man? Come and save him, save him. A rescue!

The Bodhisattva mentioned by the monk is currently in the Buddhist base camp, Lingshan.

The Bodhisattva, who was closing his eyes to meditate, suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars flowing in his eyes.

"I have surrendered my thoughts and ideas, so why are I so restless today? What happened?"

While he was murmuring, the Bodhisattva was still twirling his fingers, but even though the Buddha's light shone in his hands, and the light emitted could not even cover the entire hall, he was still unable to further transform the induction into a message, which was only vague. I feel that my troubles are inseparable from the world of Song Dynasty.

"But what does that world have to do with the poor monk?"

"We have already sent people to go there. Although Zhikong is not a Arhat, he already has the power of an Arhat. He only needs to survive the disaster to become another Arhat in our Lingshan Mountain."

"With him carrying the purple golden bowl, it will not be difficult for the god of later generations to stop invading the Liao Dynasty and destroying the good temples. Why is there an accident?"

Although it is said that the god of future generations has accepted Buddhism's overtures, he is not one of his own people after all, and even if he is his own people, he cannot act so arrogantly. The belief in incense in the world is so important. Even within Buddhism, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas cannot monopolize it, let alone hand it over to an outsider.

What's more, Daliao is the private territory of Buddhism. From the princes and nobles to the gods and spirits from all over the place, they either believe in Buddhism or have an inseparable relationship with Buddhism, constantly providing Buddhism with incense, faith and fresh blood.

Chopping down mountains and destroying temples?

It is better to say that it smashed the entrance of Buddhism. It was unexpected for Buddhism to occupy one-third of the vast land. If the response was slow, how could Zhang Ke be allowed to continue to expand!

After calculating for a while, there was still no result. Once the divination involving the god of future generations was involved, it was very difficult. It seemed that there were several forces blocking his exploration at the same time, and there was also an inexplicable interference that was affecting the results of the divination. Offset it.

Seeing this, the nasolabial folds on the Bodhisattva's brow became deeper.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

After pondering for a moment, the Bodhisattva raised his head decisively and said: "Kunyata, give the poor monk the token sent by the god of the future!"

At the same time, a dull voice came from outside the door:

"Follow the law!"

Then there was the sound of footsteps leaving in a hurry.

After not waiting for long, I saw a pretty and honest little novice monk walking in from the door holding a tray, and what was placed on the tray was the token that Zhang Ke had given to deal with Fa Hai, a A hand made of pure crystal.

He called his hand and pulled the card into his hand. Looking at the crystal clear card, the Bodhisattva had deep eyes.

Since there was an accident over there, this hand card is probably an excuse. Of course, it's not fake. The Bodhisattva can sense the breath sealed in this hand of cards. It is indeed a token.

He wanted to see who was standing behind this naughty young man.

How dare you play with Buddhism, no matter Mount Tai, no matter Huashan, if you don't have a reasonable explanation, just use that thing to smash the door of the Buddhist hall today, you will have to do it again. Unless he comes to Buddhism voluntarily and diligently repays his debts, this matter will never go well!

With anger in his heart, the Bodhisattva poured his magic power into it.

The next moment, the hand card broke, and a violent and murderous aura suddenly rose from the palace, and quickly spread to the entire Lingshan. In the past, the Buddha's light shone, and the bright and compassionate Lingshan place was now full of bright red color, and the air was full of... It's the pungent smell of blood.

"Well, the poor monk seems a bit reckless?"

He raised his head, looked through the pierced roof, and looked at the huge shadow standing on the Lingshan Mountain. For a moment, the Bodhisattva felt some regret in his heart.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no point in regretting it. The most urgent thing is to think about how to appease this murderous man, and also think about what to say in front of the Buddha after the matter is over.

And at this moment, the figure slowly opened his eyes and said softly:

"Am I alive?"

After murmuring, he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him and the various flying clouds and mist below. The bald man took out all kinds of magic weapons and prepared them. The figure grinned and said helplessly and gloomily:

"No. From the looks of it, maybe that naughty kid is causing trouble? It doesn't matter, it's a kid. If he's too well-behaved, he won't have any future."

As he said that, he glanced downwards and grinned: "As an elder, I always have to wipe my children's hair. Since Fang Feng has no time to spare, let me support the scene!"

After the words fell, I saw that the bloody aura that permeated the entire Lingshan suddenly gathered towards the center, converging on the figure to form a blood-colored battle armor that was cut by knives and axes and scarred. At the same time, two pairs of arms suddenly stretched out. After such a change, He still frowned unsatisfied.

"Too little, too little, good disciple, give me some more!"

After the words fell, I saw ripples in the air, and four more crystal cards that were exactly the same as before quietly appeared.

Sorry, I fell asleep. I stayed up all night in the hospital last night and couldn't bear it anymore. I fell asleep in the Internet cafe.