An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Knowing that Diyu was known to be shameless, despicable, violent and inhumane, even when this thing broke into the mountain gate and exploded in a fire, leaving the four Vajras with no idea whether they were alive or dead, Tathagata Buddha had already made preparations, secretly hiding in the main hall. The poking was poised.

But he knew that Di You was shameless, but he didn't know that this thing could be so shameless!

The Buddha just couldn't hold back and moved his Dharma image slightly. From a mortal's point of view, he was forced to touch the porcelain with a move that was almost insignificant. The key point is that the porcelain was touched by him and he had to be justified in scolding him to get rid of it. This is The most irritating thing!

Of course, these little tricks are insignificant in front of the Qianqi who is coming straight at him!

Facing the ax blade that was so close at hand, the struggle in Tathagata Buddha's eyes almost showed a real flow.

It's no better now than it was then.

I once thought that at the beginning, Zhang Ke, who had just become a relative, still had to rely on the help of the four great Bodhisattvas and the help of Xiyue. He was beaten to the verge of death several times by several of his incarnations, that is, relying on the tyrannical The vitality and some help from the dark side barely lasted until the stage of exerting force to defeat His incarnation.

But now, the pressure brought by Zhang Ke alone has made the Buddha sit on pins and needles.

What surges on that scarlet battle ax is the majestic power that is based on the heaven and earth and is the embodiment of authority. It is the skill that the ancient fierce gods from the wilderness have developed in life and death fights. It is the despair of countless gods on the verge of death. It is the world At the end of destruction, countless powers and thoughts converged, giving the battle ax, which was already a peerless weapon, an exponential surge.

But with such a ferocious and violent blow, Buddha did not feel the locking feeling as if it was a gangrene attached to the bone.

It was this seemingly random blow that made the Buddha think he had seen through Zhang Ke's intention: He could hide, but the price was that the Lingxiao Palace and even the entire Lingshan had to bear this blow that could destroy the world for him, but If He still cares about Lingshan, there is no need to lock it at all. The Buddha will eagerly bear this fatal blow for the Buddhas in Lingshan!

As for Buddha’s choice

Unsurprisingly, after a struggle, he chose the latter, even if this choice meant that Zhang Ke would keep picking on his weaknesses until the moment when the outcome was decided between the two.

But there was no way, the Buddha really couldn't give up his family business in Lingshan.

The origin of Sakyamuni, the origin of Sanskrit and the Buddhas, has long been desolate with the change of pantheon. Although it is not extinct, it is already a thing of the past. The numerous new gods and ancient beings will not give him a piece of it. A place to stand.

And because of this, he could only completely forget his past as Sakyamuni and continue to exist in Kyushu as Tathagata Buddha.

But Lingshan, which has all Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and even secular temples, is completely different from Lingshan, which has only one Buddha left. The former has a big business, and even if it is suppressed and closed down, it is still one of the two orthodox practices in Kyushu. It is difficult to uproot the concept and jurisprudence rooted in Kyushu.

As for the latter, there is no need for Emperor You, who has no taboos and is not involved in cause and effect. If the heaven is willing, it can be solved by sending a few emperors.

Putting aside the thoughts of the Buddha who had drifted in the lightning and flint, Zhang Ke's purpose was simple from beginning to end. He used the Buddhas as a threat to capture the Lord of the Spiritual Mountain, who was known as the master of all things in Kyushu, and then used him to Help Zhang Ke with his brain and face.

As for those who agree or disagree, Buddha is not the only one who knows all things in Jiuzhou and can discern the four directions. It's just that he has a grudge against Zhang Ke, and Zhang Ke doesn't want to bother to find new excuses.

The next moment, Qian Qi and the Buddha's Dharma images collided suddenly, and a golden-red shock wave instantly rose from Lingshan Mountain, and the spreading aftermath made the entire mountain tremble.

And at this moment when the light was shining brightly, a blade suddenly emerged from the shadow of Qian Qi and stabbed straight at the Buddha's head, which was raising its arms to resist!

At the same time, a new arm appeared on the back of the Buddha's Dharma. A white conch was held in his hand, and the huge hole went straight into the jagged blade.

The next moment, the two collided suddenly. Zhang Ke felt as if he was under deep water, or as if he were in some kind of nightclub and disco. His ears were filled with chaotic and harsh tones.

At the same time, the violent vibrations were like waves, one wave higher than the other. The unbearable numbness and soreness came continuously, making Zhang Ke's palms weak and unable to exert force.

But compared to Zhang Ke's distress, the Buddha opposite was looking at the white conch that had just appeared on the battlefield with a heartbroken look. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the conch, and the harsh and chaotic noise was revealed through these gaps.

After all the hard work, He found a ten-thousand-year-old snail from the North Sea with a mellow color and no impurities. He promised to use the Arhat status to escort its reincarnation before refining the remains into one of the magical tools of the Dharma.

It was hard to come by, and Buddha was very precious on weekdays. I have not been able to use it a few times to this day, but unexpectedly it collapsed in less than one round.

One of the collapsed conch shells was almost cut off at the waist by Qianqi. Now there is another vajra with only a part of the handle holding the ax blade. Even if the Buddha family has a great cause, it cannot support it and it will be destroyed in just one encounter. The tragic loss of two magical instruments.

After all, Lingshan is not as good as Heaven. As outsiders from Kyushu, except for the Bodhisattvas and Arhats who were later abducted, there are very few innate treasures or even treasures of the same level in the hands of ancient beings such as Buddha who are not in Kyushu.

But the Buddha, whose magic weapon was shattered all over the ground, didn't say that he felt sorry. Instead, Zhang Ke looked like he was irritated first, and the red blood rushed down his face and spread all over his body in an instant.

The ancient and mysterious power spread from his body, and under this, the originally golden-red dragon scales were changing to pure gold. Under the armor, layers of fine scales were all over Zhang Ke's body, and the red fire snake hung on his earlobe and stared at the Buddha.

And the already magnificent body swelled several times at this time!

But at the same time, along with the burst of vicious air, a refreshing sweet breath also emanated from Zhang Ke's body and lingered in the secret realm of Lingshan.

The Buddha looked at Zhang Ke in surprise.

You are already mad and you still want to take drugs, what, are you really going to kill me?

When the Buddha smelled the fragrance and felt the tiny new strength suddenly surging out of his tired body, he quickly figured out everything.

Zhang Ke, who had long been accustomed to the situation of not moving and his clan being destroyed, poured out his firepower towards the Buddha without hesitation.

Under the three heads and six arms, Gan, Qi, Hupo, and Cangyu took turns to play

For a moment, the sky in Lingshan was full of light effects, and the sound of crackling was also endless!

The thousand-armed Dharma image was dismantled by Zhang Ke in just a moment, and immersed in the wanton desire for destruction, feeling the blood that had returned to peace and began to step on the accelerator again because of the fierce battle, Zhang Ke felt very happy in his heart.

And at this time, a tiny golden light suddenly flew out from the main hall under the feet of the two.

It looked no different from the Buddha's light emanating from the Buddha, and even the emanating fluctuations were exactly the same.

The only difference was that this golden light itself was in a circular shape.

It looked like a large headband. The gold bars in the front were circled to the left and right, forming two cute decorations shaped like eyes. Seeing this familiar appearance, Zhang Ke, who was originally beating up the Buddha, suddenly became distracted.

His eyes almost involuntarily looked towards the main hall.

Over the towering lintel, Zhang Ke saw the main hall, which was already in chaos. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas left their lotus seats one after another. The once elegant hall was now as chaotic and noisy as a mortal market. There were also dozens of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who completely abandoned their demeanor as gods and Buddhas, and formed a circle like mortals, grabbing a thin Buddha with a hairy face and interrogating him about something.

Noticing Zhang Ke's gaze, the thin Buddha grinned with difficulty and smiled at him, then looked at the Buddha beside him:

"I don't know how to repay a favor. I only know that if there was no Lingshan, I would still be in Huaguoshan with my monkeys and grandchildren. If there was no Tathagata, there would be no trouble in heaven, no journey to the west to obtain scriptures, and no master-disciple relationship between father and son!"

"Well? What favor has your Lingshan done to me?"

"Fighting Buddha? I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, I am the Monkey King of Huaguoshan, haha, hahahaha, old Tathagata, you should also taste the taste of your own golden hoop!"

After these words, the golden hoop under the command withdrew the outer layer of scattered golden light and revealed its original shape. The surface of the simple headband-style tight hoop was densely engraved with countless scriptures.

The golden hoop under control rushed directly to Tathagata!

Just when Tathagata was barely able to breathe a sigh of relief from the intensive bombardment because of Zhang Ke's distraction and was about to launch a counterattack, a rebellious word suddenly sounded behind him, and at the same time, a barely detectable sound of wind suddenly appeared behind him.

With a slight collision sound, the golden hoop directly hit the Buddha's ankle and circled around.

In the next moment, the golden hoop, which seemed like an anklet, suddenly began to tighten, and the strong force bound the Buddha's calf. The soft skin was squeezed by the golden hoop with a bright red mark. The bones crackled, and the Buddha's face suddenly changed.

Looking at the Buddha who was hit by the boomerang from who knows how many years ago, Zhang Ke chopped off one of his arms with a little regret.

The Gan Qi that was recovered had almost no pause time and chopped down again.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a violent roar like pushing a golden mountain and overturning a jade pillar, one of the only two figures standing on the Lingshan Mountain suddenly froze and did not move. The next moment, a scarlet blood column rushed into the sky, and the head emitting seven-color Buddha light and full of treasure lumps rushed straight into the sky under the blood.

The magnificent body emitting Buddha light was lying on the Lingshan Mountain. The casual body did not know how many pavilions and temples it had crushed, and the empty neck was just right in front of the main hall. The neck, like the outlet of a reservoir, was wantonly pouring out the torrent in the body, and the scarlet blood rushed to the main hall in an instant.

Although the Buddhas cooperated, the majestic magic power turned into an insurmountable high wall blocking the blood sea to prevent the main hall from being contaminated by filth.

But outside the hall, the entire Lingshan Mountain was silent because of this.

Even though the Buddha's prestige in Lingshan is no longer as high as before after all the things that happened before; even though the monks and novices are not satisfied with Lingshan's current attitude of compromise and the frugal life; even though they complain a lot on weekdays, they don't want to see the fall of Tathagata Buddha!

Everyone knows what Lingshan relies on to stand tall in the nine provinces and watch the world's ever-changing situation and the clouds rolling and spreading.

It is the foundation laid by the Buddha when he traveled to Kyushu to preach the Taoism, it is the credibility accumulated by the good deeds of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, it is the sense of honor and disgrace of the whole body on the Lingshan Mountain, and it is the confidence that in the event of drastic changes, there must be a big head to shoulder the disaster!

But today, the Buddha who was the last line of insurance was beheaded in front of countless descendants of the Buddha, and his body and head were separated. How could they accept this?

Fearful, uneasy, confused, and at a loss.

From the Mahavira Palace to the foot of Lingshan Mountain, tens of thousands of Buddha's sons and grandsons were stunned in place, staring blankly at the headless figure prostrate on Lingshan Mountain.

Even during this process, a raging sea of ​​blood poured down from the top of the mountain, and the huge scarlet wave swept every corner up and down the Lingshan Mountain. Countless Buddhist descendants were swept up in it and drifted with the current. They were killed and injured, but they were still breathing. Buddha would also struggle to get up from the muddy pool of blood and stare blankly at the fallen body.

And the analogy moved the true feelings of the Buddha's sons and grandsons.

Birds, beasts, and mounted aliens also imitated sadness while not forgetting to lower their heads. They secretly licked the ground and smacked their lips by hiding their faces and crying. Well, authentic!

Not to mention that the Buddha's blood is worth several large ginsengs in one meal. Anyway, according to the famous saying of Kyushu, it is their consistent evaluation of Lingshan that they can't wait to eat the flesh and chew the bones.

Although mounts are destined to be ridden, the treatment between mounts and mounts is also very different. When working as a servant in heaven, there is no shortage of food, drink, and food. During daily practice, someone will take care of them and even pamper them with honor. , gain titles, gain power, and even more, escape the fate of being ridden by others and become the righteous god of heaven!

But compared to the various preferential treatment given to the mounts of immortal gods in heaven, the treatment here in Lingshan is undoubtedly much worse. Except for the Bodhisattva who incarnates and is involved in the Zang Buddha of the Plateau, most of his mounts have to live with their owners. There is no need to mention that vegetarians themselves are cattle and horses, but how can such ferocious creatures like lions, tigers and leopards be described as aggrieved?

And this is just the beginning. The manual for the Lingshan mount can be described 80% of the time in Journey to the West alone.

When something goes wrong, I ask you to go down to the realm to stop the monkey. If you open your mouth and shut up when nothing happens, you are an evil beast. If you raise your hand, you will be beaten back to the original shape. You will be severely punished and you will not be able to say a word of comfort afterwards, let alone have your own title like the heaven.

Back and forth, over and over again, the wildness of the mounts has been worn out, but no matter how deep their Buddhist roots are, the mounts will never stand up and take charge!

It is worth mentioning that after visiting Lingshan several times, except for the Peacock Buddha Mother and the Golden-winged Dapeng, who are of the bloodline of the ancient gods of Kyushu and are the descendants of heaven, there are very few Bodhisattvas and venerables from non-human races!

In heaven, the existence of non-human beings is not only common, but it is by no means rare!

Eight Heavenly Dragons?

This thing is indeed a part of Lingshan, and it is indeed the base camp of all kinds of weird gods.

But before you mention this, you need to understand the relationship between the Bodhisattva and the Dharma Protector. The shareholders and the security guards at the gate are both company employees. Can you say that they have the same status?

Even if you are lucky enough to become the security captain, you are still a bastard. If they don't like you, they can fire you at any time.

But it is worth mentioning that the weirdos and weirdos are not eligible to be on the list, but the barbarians from the land of Buddhas are eligible to be on the list. There are quite a few of them with strange looks, green faces and fangs, and they don’t seem to be kind!

In this way, they have to be beaten as cattle and horses, but they still work hard without complaining and never see the day of promotion. That is to say, Lingshan's captive method is too sophisticated, dynamically balancing the comprehensive strength of each mount so that it can never exceed the control of the owner.

In this case, it’s no wonder that the mounts took pleasure in their misfortunes and even grinded their teeth to suck blood!

Yes, they are indeed cowardly and despicable, so much so that they only dare to drink two mouthfuls of Buddha's blood here to let out a loud cry of joy in their hearts; but at the same time, if you are powerful, then you are better?

The Buddha's head is in Diyou's hand. If you take it back, you can resurrect your boss. But why is it almost time for a cup of tea? The entire Lingshan is a group of weeping people. No one has the courage?

You are also cowards in terms of feelings and are unwilling to resist Di You, so what reason is there to laugh at them?

Oh, I forgot, not all the Buddha's sons and grandsons are as sad as their father's death. The fighting Buddha who was shaken by the Bodhisattvas and venerables and used his strength to escape from the suppression is squatting down. In the main hall, people were laughing and cursing like crazy:

"Hey, Tathagata, you are also in the same difficulty today. I have wanted to say it for a long time. Look at you, you look like a toad that has become a spirit. I, grandson, look, look, where are you? Look at you"

Ignore certain filthy words that cannot be heard even under the filth of Lingshan.

While cursing and cursing, the monkey head's hand was not stopping at all.

The cassock, which was once regarded as a treasure, was trampled under his feet. A pair of furry monkey paws scratched and bit at it frantically. Every sound of the cloth tearing could make him excited for a long time.

"call!"

Zhang Ke, who held the Buddha's head and closed the microphone manually with the help of the noisy pimple head, looked down with a complicated expression.

As his childhood idol, the two titles of Monkey King and Victorious Buddha accompanied him through winter and summer vacations one after another, especially the sentence: From now on, you can only call me Monkey King, and no longer. Called the king.

It was repeatedly used by Zhang Ke in childhood games.

As for the various monsters and ghosts in Journey to the West, I was even more comfortable playing them as a child.

The Monkey King, who was supposed to be so majestic, now seemed like a naughty monkey on Mount Emei, crying and screaming, throwing tantrums and rolling around. As the filter of his childhood was shattered, Zhang Ke felt inexplicably sad.