My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 71 The Lord of Tongtian, Eight Soldiers and Horses (for further reading)

"kill!!"

The bright moon is like a mirror, and the blue sky is like washing.

Song Lin looked up at the sky. Was the bright moon in front of him the one that shone on the moon-repairing world?
If it is true, maybe you can still see your disciples when you go up.

At the beginning, in order to snatch the elixir, they did not arrange the funeral of everyone; but it is easier to practice on it, and they may become a new moon cultivator.

Song Lin stood beside Xi Fang, and ten feet below their feet were tigers, leopards and wolves fighting rampant soldiers.

The strange thing is that the tigers, leopards and wolves also lined up like human soldiers, as if someone was directing them from behind.

The number of rampant soldiers is a little smaller, but with their close cooperation, they can still fight the tigers and leopards evenly, but the losses are a bit heavy.

"Altar Master, don't we go down to help?" Xi Fang was a little worried.

"It's okay, the main body of the rampant soldier is not here, and it will recover after a while."

Song Lin said.

This kind of rampant soldier is the most common hunting soldier in Taoist temples. The characteristic of this type of soldier is its mobility, regardless of any terrain, but its combat effectiveness is a bit poor.

There are hundreds of five-way rampant soldiers. Song Lin learned four kinds from Zi Yuan: hunting rampant soldiers in mountains, disheveled rampant soldiers, killing chickens to sacrifice blood rampant soldiers, and brutal soul-absorbing rampant soldiers.

"How many wild ghosts have you caught?"

"more than 200."

"so much?"

"Haha, the world is in chaos today, and there are lonely ghosts everywhere." Xi Fang was a little surprised, isn't there ghosts everywhere in this world?

"That's right." Song Lin also understood.

There is no Taoism in this world, and no Taoist priests regularly clean up these lonely ghosts.

"Okay, let's deal with Shi Weng first."

The two flew to the depths of Dongshan one after the other.

"This Dongshan stone man has a lot of history." Xi Fang said suddenly.

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"Dongshan Shiweng is said to be a general of the former Tang Dynasty. Dongshan used to be an ancient battlefield. The general died on the battlefield, and his blood was sprinkled on the stone. The villagers at the foot of the mountain enshrined the stone as a god and built a special temple for sacrifice."

"What happened later? How did you get to the mountain?"

"Ahem, six children were drowned in the village on the day of the consecration. The old man thought it was ominous, so he threw it on the mountain to prevent the general from retaliating, and tied the menstrual cloth to the stone."

"I see!"

Xi Fang came prepared this time.

"Altar Master, before I came here, I asked rampant soldiers to collect more than a dozen menstrual cloths, and I will definitely take this one!"

"I hope so." Song Lin didn't make any moves to see the effect.

The two flew deep into the mountains.

"What a gutsy dog, dare to forcibly break into Dongshan!"

The black air flew into the sky, forming a three-foot-tall man covered in black mist.

"watch out!!"

Whoa!

Xi Fang waved out more than a dozen pieces of red cloth.

The piece of cloth fell on Dongshan Shiweng's body, like fire thrown into a wet haystack, and black smoke began to emit.

"You... despicable!!" Dongshan Shiweng's complexion changed drastically, as if he knew what it was.

Really useful?

(According to the setting of folk myths, this thing can even be overcome by the Taishang Laojun. Of course, this book will not be so nonsense.)
This guy's combat power has been reduced by at least [-]%.

Whoa!
A dozen moonlights fell from the sky.

The moonlight formed a fence and surrounded it.

Another flying sword.

boom!
Feijian passed through his chest with flames.

"Ahhh!!"

Dongshan Shiweng cried out in pain, turning into a cloud of black smoke and trying to escape far away.

In the next second, it was captured by Song Lin in the air, and he swallowed it in one gulp.

In an instant, the soul body condensed again, and this time it became almost like a real person.

At the same time, a new supernatural power appeared on the panel, and Daoxing suddenly rose for seven years.

Name: Song Lin, Dongshan Hunter.

Type: ghosts and gods

Boundary: Tun Du Yin Cao

Dao Xing: 14 years
Supernatural powers: entrusting dreams, asking bamboo hexagrams, cold disease art, eight soldiers and horses diagram method.

Eight formations of soldiers and horses?
Song Lin thought for a moment.

A dark and misty sand table appeared in front of him. The sand table was the terrain of the place where the rampant soldiers were located.

Song Lin can arrange the formation arbitrarily and convey the message to anyone.

"No wonder the tigers, leopards and wolves are so neatly arranged. It turns out to be this spell."

Xuankeguan's rampant soldiers rely on command flags to transmit orders, and there is still some delay between them. Sometimes the battlefield is changeable. Using this sand table technique can quickly control the situation.

"This method is indeed better than Xuanke Guan." Song Lin thought to himself.

More importantly, it is a spell, which can return to reality and practice.

After tidying up, Song Lin told Xi Fang: "I'll go back and retreat for a while, and you first integrate all the mountain villages at the foot of Dongshan Mountain. Other forces must not get involved."

"it is good!"

At the end of the first year of the altar and temple (resurrection counts as the first year)
Song Lin retreated to practice the rampant art of war, and the whole family of the Xi family came to vote. With the help of cultural people, doctrines and rules began to be established.

The second year of the altar temple.

Twelve villages at the foot of Dongshan Mountain, with a total of more than 7000 people included in the scope of believers, Song Lin's military training entered an important hurdle, and Xi Fang led rampant troops to frantically search for lonely souls and wild ghosts.

The third year of the altar temple.

Hunting Gongmiao was fine, but the rebel Huang Cao led the cannibal army into the city of Chang'an in the Chen Dynasty. The city was massacred for three days, and the ground was bloody.

For a time, the princes of the world rose together.

The fourth year of the altar temple.

Pursuing the strategy of building high walls and accumulating food, Song Lin did not continue to expand, but violently violently, first violently to the limit that the station could bear.

The fifth year of the altar temple.

Huang Cao took the emperor to order the princes, proclaimed himself king of Wei, slaughtered Pengcheng to sacrifice to the leader of Tongtian religion, there were no chickens and dogs, and the river did not flow, and the god of Tongtian religion was named the king of spirits; so far, the belief of Tongtian ancient religion has unified the northwest.

The princes from all walks of life began to fight with the backing of their beliefs.

At the end of the year, Dongshan hunted the temple.

Now the temple has been refurbished, and the headquarters is set up on the mountainside of Dongshan.

The interior of the temple shade.

Beside Song Lin stood the Grand Judge's seat, the grotesque General Rampant, and a nine-foot-tall great white ape.

In front of them are rampant soldiers of up to 800 people.

The most numerous, the eight hundred wandering mountain hunters, are nine feet tall and have green faces; they are led by the ghost of the mountain spirit, the great white ape.

This is a monster found in the depths of Dongshan, and it is now under its command.

And one hundred pairs, that is, two hundred soldiers dressed in one black and one white, holding maces and iron chains.

Sibai was as majestic as an ox, with a body size of one foot, like an enlarged version of the disheveled soldiers roaming the mountains.

Sibai was thin and thin, wearing Taoist robes, with blood smeared on his face, and the red-haired chicken-killing blood rampant soldiers.

The evil spirit rushed to the clouds, and the divine armor blocked the sun.

Song Lin looked at his achievements in the past five years with satisfaction.

There were also failures during the period, but it went smoothly. The inside of the general temple is densely packed with soldiers and horses, which is the limit of the hunting temple.

"Congratulations to the master of the altar for his great success!" Xi Fang and You Rong said.

Unexpectedly, the lord himself has the ability to win the entire Dongshan County.

"Altar Master, why don't we also bet on the mortal hero? No matter how bad it is, we can become a prince of the underworld."

"Don't rush! Wait a minute, the current situation is still unclear." Song Lin then said to everyone, "This seat will retreat for a while."

In fact, the time to stop the waterlogging is approaching.

Five years in the story world, calculated on the basis of one to half a year, the outside world has passed ten days.

It was less than five days before the Zhiyu Dajiao.

In the past few days, we must seize the time to train the real Dao soldiers well.

Thinking of this, Song Lin returned to reality.

(End of this chapter)