Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 276 Lin Feng: 6
Longkou spray, the sunrise is like gold.

The majestic Qinling Mountains, filled with mist, early, six o'clock.

The sun has not yet appeared, and the mountain fog has not dissipated.Several "traders" nervously followed behind the shopkeeper of the local shop and walked up the mountain. The morning fog made their clothes wet.

Several "traders" were breathing heavily.

It can be seen from the way they walk and the somewhat deformed arms that they are all Tu Fuzi.

These native masters practice bone shrinking skills.

Because of long-term dislocation and reinstallation, their bodies are deformed, and an insider can tell at a glance that some of their identities are out of the way.

They were a little scared. This was obviously not the Jin family's mansion in Guanzhong, but the person who led the way was right.

"I'm going to see the shopkeeper who is in charge, don't worry, with our Jin family's reputation in the world, we won't fool you."

Those who led the way comforted them.

Hearing this, the few merchants who followed behind them dared not speak,
After a while, they arrived at their destination, and when they saw the house, several "traders" looked at each other in blank dismay.

This is a house built under the cliff, the shopkeeper asked one of them to go in, while the rest waited outside.

"We took out what your Jin family asked for. Your Jin family won't kill people to silence you, right?"

One of them couldn't help asking.

The person who led them here looked like a fool.

"What do you think of our Jin family?"

The leader gritted his teeth, put the cloth in his arms around him, and said, "Okay, let's go."

He walked in from the outside, and in an instant, there was a scream of pain.

Straight to the sky.

In an instant, those who stayed outside, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers.

Who knew that they were fast, the shopkeeper standing next to them was even faster, he drew out the sharp knife in his sleeve, and killed these people, and then let out a sigh of relief.

After killing people, his eyes were full of astonishment, and he quickly stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Boss shopkeeper, big shopkeeper? What's wrong with you? Why did you do it suddenly? It's not for money."

From the looks of it, he didn't expect the shopkeeper inside to make a move suddenly.

Just as he knocked quickly, the door opened.

A gust of wind blew out, and the shopkeeper saw the scene inside, and vomited with a "wow"!
……

【Northwest Summoning——"The Rebel Who Plans Misconduct"】

[Scene [-]: Entrusted by others, a matter of loyalty]

[Find the soul of the lost child in Yangjia Village within 24 hours of entering the game]

[Life remaining: 1]

【You have completed the task】

[Automatic archiving...]

【Archive completed】

【Issuing mission rewards】

[You have received a game reminder, do you want to check it now? 】

【whether】

【Yes】

[You have received a material poem from Zhang Boduan's seven-character quatrains.First use the universe as a tripod, and then knead the black rabbit medicine to cook.Not only driving the two things back to the ecliptic, but also fighting for the golden elixir without knowing life]

[You have obtained the blessing of Zhang Boduan's seven-character quatrains, and when you see the corresponding material, you will receive a reminder]

[You can see related clues of quatrains]

【You have completed the first act mission】

[Do you want to quit the game? 】

【whether】

[No, the game continues]

[Start the second act mission]

【Entering the second act mission】

[Second Act Mission: Suspicious Clouds in the Golden Mansion]

[Please find out the status quo of the Jin family within a week after seeing the Jin mansion (the longer the delay, the higher the difficulty, and there is no upper limit), the fewer villagers in Jinlong Town who died, the higher the evaluation]

[Life remaining: 1]

[Reward for completing the task: a copy of the material]

[Cooling time: Same as above]

In the red mud, the monk sent the child over with a smile, took off his cassock, and put it on Lin Feng's sword, expressing his unwillingness to kill.

He spread out his hands, allowing Lin Feng to see his own hands, indicating that he was not malicious, and beside him was his physical body.

Lin Feng also didn't know what kind of state this monk was in.

At his feet was the monk's own corpse, and the monk was walking towards here while dragging the corpse.

"I am a Discipline Monk."

The monk said frankly, "Even in hell, I have never broken the precepts. If even I have broken the precepts, who else in the whole temple can abide by the precepts?
Precepts are a kind of bondage, but also a kind of great freedom. When I can regard bondage as freedom, I don't have to obey the precepts. "

When he spoke, the Buddha's head behind him also opened and closed his mouth.

Lin Feng examined the discipline monk.

First of all, he was a normal monk with a height of about seven meters. At his feet, he dragged a dead body exactly like him. What connected them was the adventitious root of a lotus flower.

Because of their material - these fibrous adventitious roots are made of flesh and blood, so they look weird.

At the place of his spine, an esophagus pierced straight out of the flesh, and on it was a Buddha's head.

The head of Shakyamuni Buddha.

The Buddha's head is also made of flesh and blood. Because it is too real, it makes people feel uncomfortable. Even because the Buddha's head has been carved from stone and turned into a flesh, Lin Feng has a kind of physical discomfort.

The Buddha's head was floating high in the air, and Lin Feng could see it clearly. Every time the lightning struck, the face of Shakyamuni would undergo subtle changes.

Lin Feng held the souls of those children in his hand, and swallowed them in with the floor stick method. In front of him, the discipline monk talked eloquently.

There is also a Buddha on his back, which is the reason why he is still "alive".

"It's not fancy, but it's useful."

"This is the secret treasure of the Yellow River. The emperor once sank some nobles into the Yellow River and asked He Bo for forgiveness. One day, when the emperor released the treasure boat on the Yulan Basin Festival, this Buddha treasure floated out of the river. Someone told Emperor, this is the miracle of the Yellow River.

He Bo of the Yellow River has received sacrifices from the emperor over the years, so he gave this object to the emperor. The emperor was overjoyed and put this object in the treasure house. "

Lin Feng listened patiently to the monk's words.

Just tried a little bit, he didn't leave, and listened carefully to the words of this weird precept monk, there was no danger.

The precept monk in front of him is in a very chaotic situation.

There is a rule in his actions, and if he violates this rule, he will be struck by thunder.

At present, it seems that the rule is to listen to him.

If you leave now...

It's about to be tough.

Lin Feng glanced up, and the Buddha head was staring at him.

He is as evil as this Buddha head.

No one can figure out the opponent's attack method.

It's like a normal person wouldn't think of Lin Feng at this moment, if he wants, the second life seed can be put into the tongue.

He can open his mouth and blood stains other people's faces.

Then the tongue popped out and pierced someone's face.

His tongue, because of tempering.

It is sharper than a fish intestine sword.

When everyone makes a move, it may be a flash of lightning, and the outcome can be won without a few moves.

If the precept monk has something to say, let him do so.

Looking at such a precept monk, no one dared to act rashly.

The people behind Lin Feng could only touch their spines constantly, feeling a little itchy.

Under such circumstances, these few people have no resistance to power. What they can do is to run faster before the danger comes.

You don't need to run fast, you just need to run a little faster than your teammates.

Under the gaze of the Buddha's head, they have different shapes, standing on two legs and almost wanting to walk first.

But they didn't dare to move, because Lin Feng didn't move. They knew that in such a place, if they wanted to survive, they had to watch the leader's movements and follow the leader.

The precept monk looked at them, shut up about the Buddha's head, changed the subject, and said something else.

He presented a book with both hands: "This is the scripture that I have translated here for so many years. It is the Vinaya from Tianzhu. After my translation, it should be used by all temples. Please share this Send it out, can you?"

Lin Feng: "Yes."

There were a few howls from behind, and there were no enemies here, so they made a mistake, and there was only one possibility.

They were killed by monks.

Lin Feng didn't look back, anyway, turning around won't save anyone.

The precept monk clasped his hands together and handed the book to Lin Feng. Suddenly, more eyes appeared in his eyes.

One big eye and several small eyes are connected together.

It seems that the eyes are bagged.

More like a dragonfly.

He stared at Lin Feng without blinking.

Lin Feng glanced at his eyes, and the Discipline Monk smiled slightly: "How about my pair of eyes?"

Lin Feng: "6."

The precept monk thought of many kinds of answers.

But I didn't expect that the person in front of me said six.

What is he at six?
Confused (physics).

All of a sudden, the Discipline Monk, who was still talking eloquently just now, shut up.

Lin Feng is very calm, he has seen more than this evil man, and this level of situation can't shock him.

The smell of blood twisted and twisted. The Buddha's head behind the monk opened his mouth wide and swallowed the blood. The precept monk did not have any restraint on the Buddha's head. The Buddha's head was stained with blood and became more and more real.

Lin Feng held the classic in his hand and said casually, "Swallowing blood, does this also conform to the precepts of your translation?"

The precept monk didn't take it seriously: "The Buddha is in the heart, not on the top of the head.

It is a secret treasure of Buddhism. I am a Buddha, but it is not a Buddha. How could a clay sculpture and wood carving be a Buddha?
How could Buddha be beheaded?As the face of the Buddha is so easy to see, how many believers can avoid falling into reincarnation and entering the six realms?

If it were so simple, how could there be so many believers who would never see the Buddha in their lifetime? "

He didn't get angry because of this sentence, but patiently explained that Lin Feng let go of the magic sword in his hand with some regret.

Well, don't get caught.

The discipline monk looked at the things in Lin Feng's hands with some reluctance, and said: "There are two ways to leave here, one is to smear your body with mud, and then someone will talk nonsense, as long as you can hold on to this nonsense Nonsense, after you fall asleep, someone from the kiln will take you back.

During this period, you may be suffocated to death by red mud, or you may go crazy because of hearing nonsense..."

When Lin Feng heard this, he knew that this was the way to leave last time.

The precept monk remained calm, he said the second point.

"Second point, there is a little difficulty, that is to take some risks. To go to the abandoned Chengtian Temple here, you can leave through Chengtian Temple. There is a Tinglei Court in the center of Chengtian Temple. There is an unspeakable Building, where you can also leave.

Of course, if your wish is stronger, you can also go to any place you can think of, Western Buddhist land, Taoist heaven, heaven and earth, all places you can imagine, you can leave. "

When saying these words, the Discipline Monk lightly raised his hand, pointed Lin Feng in the direction, and said with some temptation: "If you think about something, you will get something."

There was an exclamation from behind.

Looks like those guys aren't dead yet.

Lin Feng stared at the monk's suddenly changed eyes and said: "That is to say, Chengtian Temple has the ability to turn the emptiness into reality? Dreams come true?"

The precept monk shook his head and said, "Not only."

Lin Feng said, "Creation of the Void?"

The precept monk shook his head and said: "Not only that, although this Chengtian temple has been abandoned for various reasons, it still has some functions. If you are really curious, you can go and have a look, but before you go, can you Give me back my blood.

Once you go there, there is absolutely no way you can come back. "

The Buddha's head began to lower slowly, ready to strike at any time, but Lin Feng remained unmoved, and it wasn't frightening. He asked another question in a nonchalant way: "So what about your wish?"

The Buddha head took it back.

Monk: "I haven't been there, I'm a fool, so I know one thing."

He was still talking, when suddenly, a terrifying light came out from the direction of the lightning.

That flash of light surpassed the lightning, and afterward, the entire "kiln factory" was bright again, and Lin Feng saw the scene when he looked back.

The first thing I saw was the God of the North Wind.

The God of the North Wind spread himself out, like a high-gluten flour dough that has been kneaded in the kitchen machine for a long time, and the glove film appeared.

It has 36 heads, and each arm that appears is composed of countless skull bones. These claws fall on the "mountain", and it becomes a piece of land at once. The entire hill, under its claws, is extremely crisp.

Lin Feng looked at its attack method. Its attack method is very strange. Between 36 different heads, it will make its own voice.

Every sound is fatal to mortals.

These voices fell into the void in front of them, and they didn't know what they were talking about against the enemy.

It is the god of the north wind, and the strange thing is that it doesn't use much wind. Soon, it was seriously injured and tore out a lot of clouds. It hid itself in the clouds, and didn't want to be seen by others.

The wind didn't start until it was hidden in the clouds.

Lin Feng felt that a terrible storm was brewing between the sky and the earth, and a big hand came down from the clouds.

But Lin Feng still didn't see clearly who the enemy of the God of the North Wind was.

Subconsciously, Lin Feng thought of that bodhisattva, without believers, without rituals, some things that should not exist here will leave here.

If you think about it this way, the God of the North Wind should be something that can remain here.

Why should the invisible enemy attack the North Wind God? According to the famous theory, as long as you can't see it, you can't attack it. After this security theory is broken, Lin Feng can't imagine how things will develop .

It is also because of this earth-shattering light.

Lin Feng finally saw clearly what this place looked like.

"Xie Shiba's paintings are really not bad at all. '

Lin Feng even had time to praise Shiba.

He didn't know if Xie Shiba's painting was here.

But very similar.

This is still the landform of the Loess Plateau, but when the entire landform was really exposed, he realized that he was like being in a termite nest.

This is not a landform that should exist naturally.

It was someone who built such a scene on the crispy Loess Plateau landform.

I don't know how much manpower and material resources were needed to build such a large building in the past.

Here, that is, "Kiln Factory".

More likely an "abandoned kiln".

In the place where the light bursts out, because of the light and shadow, the whole mountain looks like a collapsed cake, and each "pore" is a cave, and in the cave is a hidden creature.

The God of the North Wind destroyed many "nests".

Lin Feng has good eyesight, and because of his good eyes, he can see clearly and feel sick.

Under this hill, there are dense blood supply tissues.

It is full of all kinds of existence that should only appear in the imagination, not in reality. The monk saw Lin Feng looking at the mountain, and even had time to come over and explain to him: "These people are scum .

As for what you think is residue, if there are lights and shadows, you can think that they are all shadows left by others.

This place is actually two places combined into one. The first place is the kiln here, and the Chengtian Temple behind it is someone who discovered the secret of the kiln, improved the secret of the kiln, and created the Chengtian Temple. view.

But it is another cause and effect, and another wise man. "

After finishing speaking, the Discipline Monk looked at them and said without concealing his joy: "Okay, it seems that the second method won't work, you can only use the first method here.

According to the time, those people should be almost here, and you should be ready.

They came, so I should go, thank you benefactor. "

He clasped his hands together and saluted Lin Feng again.

Then turned to leave.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw that there was indeed a reduction in staff behind him.

Zhou Xianhu, Fei Yulong, and a girl survived.

Three in total.

Lin Feng was a little surprised that so many people survived.

"Did you hear what the monk said just now? Smear yourself with red mud, and whether you live or die after that depends on fate."

Lin Feng first took the lead and smeared red mud all over his body, and then quietly waited for those "whispering" people to approach.

His mind is relaxed.

As a sleep aid.

I buried myself in it, although there are still many things that are not clear about this trip, but it is not important, there is a second act for him to choose.

Lin Feng believes that there is a reason for the clue and context given by this game.

Seeing this situation, the next few people looked at each other in blank dismay, but they still lay down on the ground like Lin Feng. Their movements were very quick. After a while, as expected, the whispers around them reappeared.

"Thunder, rain and dew are all grace from heaven."

……

"I had a dream. I dreamed that the Yellow River was going to break its embankment this year."

……

"I dreamed of my dead mother, yes, my mother passed away, I need to go to mourn..."

……

"The astrology we saw, no, is completely different from what we calculated. We are wrong? No, no, it should be that this world is wrong. Yinghuo Shousui should appear at this time. There will be absolutely no mistakes. We These people can never go wrong."

……

Among all kinds of strange words, Lin Feng felt the pain of suffocation again. In this pain, Lin Feng gradually fainted. Currently, Lin Feng has no possibility of resisting this kind of injury.

The same goes for the people behind him.

The red mud covered their bodies, wrapping them tightly, like coffins.

When Lin Feng woke up again, he was in the duck ditch, he stroked the red mud off his body, and the painted skin returned to normal again, Lin Feng casually stroked the person behind him, his breath changed again, Lin Feng looked back After a glance, there were three people lying behind him.

Lin Feng counted carefully, there were so many people who went in, only these few survived, 虺 Yulong, 虺 Qilang, and the elder of the 虺 family.

He let out a long breath.

Well, all three are alive, and it looks like they all had the luck to survive.

These people are still alive, so it's up to him to look at the guy he was eating. He pushed and signaled them to wake up. These people are more familiar with the Jin family than himself, and Lin Feng intends to use their identities to enter the Jin family.

After all, when he entered the game, he chose [Xiaojiuliu, troupe leader]

He pushed the great elder of the Xun family once or twice, and the first elder of the Xun family opened his eyes with sharp eyes, but after seeing Lin Feng, his eyes immediately changed.

He got up from the ground, cupped his hands and said, "Leader Lin, who are we?"

Lin Feng also cupped his hands politely, and said, "Master Xi's high righteousness, I will definitely write it down into a play and spread it out."

The great elder of the Xun family laughed, said politely, and then stuffed a silver ticket into Lin Feng's sleeve.

Lin Feng squeezed the bank note and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The great elder of the Xun family is really a hero.

This is a kind-hearted man, he is about 1.7 meters, bald, like a monk more than a Tufuzi.

The important thing is that he seems to want to use various methods to clean himself up.

The Elder of the Xi family asked Lin Feng to recruit his troupe, while he himself went to wake up the other two.

"I don't know where Leader Lin is going after this good deed?"

Lin Feng said politely: "Of course our opera troupes are home from all over the world. We can't go to the Northwest any more. I want to go to Guanzhong later. I heard that Guanzhong is rich and prosperous. We want to have a bowl of rice."

The great elder of the Xun family was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, okay, it happens that we are going to Guanzhong too, so we go together? Can we have a companion on the way?"

Lin Feng took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, of course, he went to the side to clean up the troupe, and speaking of this game, it was also a trick.

A troupe.

Lin Feng's first game was still a Taoist priest, a historian of Qi Guanqi, and this Northwest Call of Souls scroll became a troupe.

Hey, is this a game of life, pretending to be everything?
(End of this chapter)