An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 260 Everyone saw it, it was he who made the first move! (two in one?)
Hearing this, the mountain gods and lands below trembled with anger, sweating all over their bodies in the morning, and their hands and feet were cold. Can this rotten Kyushu get better?
All kinds of things are full of malice to the gods at the bottom. On weekdays, they are stumbled by various trivial matters like a wheel, and they have to satisfy the outrageous wishes of those people/believers. Instigated by God, even if it was at a critical juncture, when a stick was knocked down, he had to lift his pants and run to help
Even so, during the assessment, the hope of promotion is still slim.

Compared to those Mao Gods who accidentally sat on the position of one side of the earth because of luck, those who have their backs to the Gods and serve as officials in the world, as long as they die, they can easily take away the position they crave. They are trampled underfoot.

And this Dog. Sun still has a term of office.

It has to be replaced every three to 500 years.

If one's luck is bad, and one is neither promoted nor transferred to another position during this period, one has to return the authority when the time comes, and go to the underworld to reincarnate and reincarnate. what's the situation.The family of Jishan is not bad, but if it is those who made their fortunes not very honestly, or they are prodigal sons, and encounter natural disasters and man-made disasters, they have to walk the road of Huangquan again every minute.

This reincarnation is better than not reincarnating!

But they can't help it, the rules are like this, as long as they can do something, they won't be trapped in a corner, counting the incense sticks every year to live hard.

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

Unless it is in the mainland of Kyushu, otherwise, in three to five hundred years, how can one generation of dynasty end.Ten generations of living mortals with one term of office can be regarded as earning money. There is also a salary from heaven and earth every year. Although it is not much, it is also a rare good thing. Pave the way.

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

Although he is not like Zhang Taoist, who has a great god by his side to protect his way to immortality, but there is always something to look forward to.

But even so, there are only one or two out of ten low-level people who can live a satisfactory life, and they are all so miserable. There are also unreasonable thieves from God who have taken away the authority they depend on for survival without any notice, and can even It is very difficult for Him to have the cheek to ask such a thing!

How can these low-level gods satisfy you!

Tears flowed down without disappointment. This rotten Kyushu is full of oppression for the lower-level gods. When will they really stand up?

Of course, the mountain gods and the land were distressed, but their superficial skills were impeccable, and they didn't know Zhang Ke's name, and they didn't look at each other. Naturally, they didn't have to worry about being read what they thought.

There was a flattering smile on the vicissitudes of life, as if we would do whatever God said.

Compared with those city gods who more or less showed a little resentment, their appearance touched Zhang Ke's heartstrings more.

"Forget it, I won't tease you."

"It's indeed my fault not to take it for myself, but I have used these powers to be useful, but I can't return them to you for the time being. But since Judgment Cui wants you to come to my account to listen to them, it is fate, what do you think? .”

"Among you, if you are willing to go with me, I will temporarily borrow the authority for a period of time. As for the delayed duties, if the heaven and the earth ask, you don't need to worry about it. I will pick it; if you really don't want to, then I will It doesn't matter, although you can't return all the authority, but you can also give some of you to perform your duties first, how much time you have borrowed, and after the matter is over, you will have your own compensation, how about it?"

Although touched by the land of these mountain gods, my heart softened a little.

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

Now I am the Daozu, the man is the fish, and these are not Cui Pan's existence. Even the city god with the highest deity among these lands is just the city god of the Song Dynasty in this world.

In other words, these are the indigenous gods. Once Zhang Ke leaves this world, there will be no chance to deal with them in the future.

What's more, when the superiors do things, they have to explain clearly to the subordinates?

Where in the world is there such a reason.

With Zhang Ke, his rules are the rules. If you want to negotiate terms, then you have to invite someone with the same status.

But hearing this, a group of people on the official road below just looked up at Zhang Ke in a daze.

At this time, the turbulence of the earth has gradually drifted away, beyond the limit that their eyes can see.

Birds and animals return to their nests, and people and animals are stable.

This Taiyuan Mansion once again restored the tranquility of the past.

But a group of land only set off a turbulent sea in their hearts.

One moment he was still a domineering dog official, but the next moment he became aggressive, even offering compensation?

The sudden change of painting style made them a little uncomfortable, especially when they were used to the tough posture of the gods and the land of the mountain gods. When they suddenly encountered such a situation, they felt choked up for a while.

Although this guy is domineering, he doesn't seem to be that hard to talk to?
After a while, everyone just made a decision.

"Follow the orders of God!"

The mountain gods and landmen bowed their bodies in a humble posture, their heads almost touching their legs.

Of course, not everyone is like that.

There are also some places that have made decisions that are diametrically opposed to most people only after assessing the situation.

This is also normal, after all, human nature is complicated, some people dare to take risks, and some people are content with the status quo.

There is always the possibility of losing money in taking risks, but being safe will not lose everything you have.

After all, compared to doing something endless 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 is successful and trustworthy, no matter how many benefits, there will be him. We have a share, but if you fail, you don't take the risk, so why not do it?
As for the many other places, basically they are not thinking about making a big fortune with their small ones, or they are holding the idea of ​​keeping a good relationship with Zhang Ke, the god who is familiar with the four judges, Zhang Ke doesn't care about them.

In addition to the reason Cui Pan entrusted to recruit these lands, there is another reason, and that is the lesson learned in the last dungeon.

Even if he is in charge of the entire Western Regions and Middle Earth, even if he is backed by two emperors, the number of gods under his command will not reach the standard for a long time, and it can even be said to be lacking.A large number of mountains, rivers and lands that have not been sorted out and have no housekeeper also make him unable to fully exert his own strength. Others can exert [-]% of his strength, or even perform beyond the level, but he can only maintain it at eight to nine. The battle of the Mingjiao Buddha would not be lost after revealing his true body.

Of course, even if he won that time and revealed his vicious nature, Zhang Ke would still try again.

But now is not the same as before, with this condition, naturally there is no need to wrong myself.

So, after wasting a little time and returning part of the authority to those lands that were not in the same line, Zhang Ke took most of the lands in the north of the Song Dynasty, crossed the border, and walked into the territory of the Liao Kingdom.

Along the way, the mountains cracked, revealing the road; the river diverged, revealing the river bed.

The spirits fled watching the wind, while the vicious ghosts shivered in hiding places.

It is estimated that the route starts from Yunzhou, walks around the west side of Yinshan Mountain, engraves the mountains, rivers and lands of the Western Regions in Cangyu, and then goes down the Huang River from the north to Shangjing, the capital of the Liao Kingdom - Linhuang Mansion.

However, it may be that Zhang Ke's previous connection with authority made too much noise.

In the first half, the road from Yunzhou to Yinshan to gather power was smooth, and basically he didn't need to take action, and the accompanying locals would look ahead of him, explore the way ahead, and knock on the local gods by the way The gate, have a good chat with them.

If they were sensible, they would be fine if they handed over their authority, but they would never be lenient when they encountered those stubborn ones.

Although these places are only obsequious in front of Zhang Ke, but when they meet these local gods, their backs and legs don't 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 landmen brought by Zhang Ke have not been poisoned by the Neo Confucianism of the Song Dynasty, Cheng Zhu, and they still maintain the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties. There is no need for reasoning.

As soon as they met suddenly, they kicked the door, smashed the temple, destroyed the statue, and then killed what should be killed, arrested what should be arrested, and brought authority to Zhang Ke.

Even if you encounter a stubborn problem that cannot be solved by swarming up, when you are in a hard battle, there will be a very coincidental coincidence in the sky, or a pure gold rope will fly, or a knife will be dropped directly, no matter how arrogant the local god is, you must obediently surrender. out of its own authority.

And after Zhang Ke recorded the mountains, rivers and land veins in the Cangyu, he would often redistribute the authority to these lands.

Although it was only a lower level of authority, a group of lands were still happy, so the already fierce lineup added a bit of evil spirit.

The most exaggerated one was originally just a land god who was in charge of more than a dozen peasant households. He forcibly relied on his bravery in battle, charged ahead, and with the help of a little luck, he just mentioned the land that he had never been good for. From the point of Bapin.

He is in charge of the land of hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers and the population under his rule.

This speed is not inferior even compared to Zhang Ke who is hanging up.

It's a pity that at this point, He is subject to double restrictions from himself and the outside world. It takes a period of time to digest the gains, operate the leylines, clear the remnants of his predecessor, and transform them into his own, so he can no longer continue with the large team.

And there are many other examples like this land.

They are all limited by their own conditions, unable to grasp more mountains, rivers and terrains, so they have no choice but to stay in the local area.

But even so, it has far surpassed their previous gains. If they never climb up the ranks abruptly, even if they work hard, and with the help of luck, they have to rule out the factors of accidental fall. It will take hundreds or even thousands of years.

Everyone was satisfied, and the way they looked at Zhang Ke also quietly changed.

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

It's so realistic.

Even, if they didn't need to help their king guard one side, they really wanted to go back to Song Dynasty for a while, and let those former colleagues see how much opportunity they missed.

Content with the status quo?

"Oh shit!
In a month's time, one-third of the thousands of lands under his command were quickly removed, but even the remaining ones made enough money, but compared to those who fell behind, their upper limit was undoubtedly higher. Qiang, who can guard more land leylines for Zhang Kemu, continues to gather by his side.

Of course, the landlords have gained a lot, but Zhang Ke has gained the most.

There are a large number of mountain god lands, and the river god city god is the steward. After conquering the land veins, Zhang Ke basically does not need to carefully refine them, and he can directly enjoy the results.The status of the gods has risen in a very short period of time.

From the fifth rank who just stepped into the dungeon, he just climbed to the peak of the fourth rank, and one step away from the third rank, returning to the upper level of the gods and spirits.

But when you are brave and diligent, it is difficult to last.

Since Zhang Ke's team came down from Yinshan Mountain, the situation has become more dangerous.

The strength of the local gods is far higher than before. Even if they attack in groups, even the upgraded locals are still fighting very hard, and the frequency of Zhang Ke's shots is becoming more and more frequent.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoists, stop here!"

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

A Buddha's horn sounded, shaking the ground that was exploring the way ahead to the ground.

Then his sharp gaze directly spanned hundreds of miles of space, stabbing Zhang Ke's eyes like bee stings.

"Ah!"

There was a faint sound of thunder in the air, and then two bolts of lightning suddenly burst out from Zhang Ke's eyes. While shattering the invisible gaze, there was still room for lightning to shoot towards the monks in the distance.

A younger monk flipped his hands together, took out a Zen staff and struck it on the Thunderbolt to disperse it, but he himself was also pushed back dozens of steps by the strong momentum before being supported by other monks. Barely stopping his footwork, he still stood still, but the occasional electric arcs on his body showed that the monk who was hard-pressed by Thunder was not feeling well.

Naturally, Zhang Ke would not give him time to relax, let alone talk nonsense with the other party.

After all, they have already wounded their pioneers who explored the way, so the comers are bound to be unkind, so what else can they say about the enemy?

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

There was the faint sound of gigantic waves in the sky.

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

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

Originally, he was thinking of reconciling the matter, but the great monk who stopped Zhang Ke 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 his expression was quite Out of heartache, he reached out and took a piece from the merit light wheel at the back of his head, and put it into the purple gold bowl.

Immediately, the golden bowl rose against the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge monster hundreds of meters high, flying unsteadily into the air, with the mouth facing down, bursting out with infinite suction.

The flood that was raging at first, after encountering the ingestion, still rushed forward for a distance of several hundred meters. Only then was an external force intervened, and then reluctantly changed the tide, and was dragged towards the purple golden bowl in the air. gather in.

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

Almost!
It was only a hundred or ten meters away, and it was about to be washed in front of it by the flood.

Even standing on the spot, he was splashed by the surging waves.

Fortunately, before coming here, the magic weapon borrowed from the Bodhisattva was reliable. Although he sacrificed part of his merits from hard work, the raging flood finally did not rush to him, otherwise it would be a disaster.

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

Their purpose is similar to that of others. While seeing the strength of this dragon crossing the river, they are also responsible for monitoring each other.Although Zhang Ke accepted the kindness of Buddhism before, this thing is a empty promise after all. One day if he does not enter Buddhism and accept the conversion, he will not be one of his own.

Not to mention that the other party has an elder who has never met as a stumbling block.

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

But who ever thought that the strength was seen, but it was a little different from what they predicted.

Buddhism has seen the method of driving wind and thunder, Samadhi real fire, but where does this weak water come from?Isn't this thing extinct since the Qin and Han Dynasties?Who made it, and then handed it over to Zhang Ke, such a vicious thing, who dares to let children play with it at ease, is really 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 humid.

But who would have thought that he would not follow the routine with this thing!
Before, they always thought that what Zhang Ke had mastered was only some weak water. Who would have thought that he actually held a whole whole weak water vein?And looking at the turbulence of the flood, even if some seventh-rank water gods flooded the river during the rainy season, it would be like this, right?
But how can mundane water be compared with weak water?

He didn't want to experience the ending of being drowned in weak water, which was not an ordinary pain.

But fortunately, the magic weapon was reliable, so they escaped unharmed!
However, before the great monk could catch his breath, a scorching and scalding sensation suddenly came from afar. When he raised his head, he saw a sky-high sea of ​​flames rapidly spreading towards him.

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

After the words fell, the monk's face froze, and he whispered:
"Amitabha, the poor monk has violated the precepts!"

But now is not the time to regret it. He doesn't want to touch the weak water, but it doesn't mean that the true fire of Samadhi is easy to provoke. In fact, when he speaks, the surrounding environment is changing drastically, as if in an instant. It's like the end of the world.

In the torn dome above the head, there are dark clouds gathering. Among them, lightning flashes and thunder is so dense that it seems that the thunder pool of heaven is connected above the dark clouds.

Not only that, the sound of howling wind suddenly came from all directions, and the wind spirits within hundreds of miles around woke up from their deep sleep and roared angrily. Tornadoes connecting heaven and earth were forming not far away from them.

As for the swaying of the floor, that's nothing more than normal. The wind, fire, thunder and lightning are all on the stage. As a land only, can it be justified if you don't have some housekeeping skills?
But Zhang Ke fired all his firepower, but suffered a group of monks.

No, that's not what the Bodhisattva explained before coming here?
Either it's all agreed, or it's just a formality, this King Youling is already a half-Buddhist, why is he so cruel to his own people?
As we all know, Buddhists are poor, and they are quite shy in their pockets from the Buddha to the little novice.

Facing this kind of opponent, the only thing he can get out is a purple gold bowl, which he borrowed from Bodhisattva, and other Zen sticks and beads are useless. Bodhisattva, where are you old man, come and save him Save it!

And the Bodhisattva mentioned by the monk is currently in the Buddhist headquarters, 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 already surrendered my mind, why are you so restless today? What happened?"

While whispering, the Bodhisattva was still pinching his fingers, but even though the Buddha's light was shining in his hands, the light emitted couldn't even cover the entire hall, but he still couldn't make the induction further transform into a message, it was only vague He felt that his troubles had an inseparable relationship with Da Song Tiandi.

"But how does that piece of heaven and earth have anything to do with the poor monk?"

"They have already sent people to go. Although Zhikong is not in the seat of Arhat, he already has the mana of Arhat. As long as he survives the catastrophe, he can become another Arhat in my Lingshan Mountain."

"With him going there with the purple gold bowl, it is not difficult for the god of later generations to stop the invasion of the Great Liao Dynasty and destroy the temple. How could there be any accidents?"

Although it is said that the god of later generations has accepted the favor of Buddhism, he is not his own person after all, and even if he is his own person, he cannot act so arrogantly.How important is the belief in incense and incense in one world, even within the Buddhist sect, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas have no way to monopolize it, let alone hand it over to an outsider.

What's more, Daliao is the private land of Buddhism. From the princes and nobles to the gods and monsters everywhere, they either believe in Buddhism or have an inseparable relationship with Buddhism. They continuously provide incense, faith and fresh blood to Buddhism.

Cut down mountains and destroy temples?

It would be better to say that it smashed the entrance of the Buddhist gate. It was unexpected for the Buddhist gate to occupy one-third of the Liao soil. The response was slow, so how could Zhang Ke be allowed to continue to expand!
After a while of divination, there is still no result. Once it involves the divination of the god of the future, it will be very difficult. It seems that there are several forces blocking him from investigating at the same time, and there is also an inexplicable interference that faintly interferes with the result of the divination. Offset towards it.

Seeing this, the decree lines on the Bodhisattva's brow became deeper.

Not right, very wrong!

After pondering for a moment, the Bodhisattva raised his head resolutely and said, "Emptyness, bring the token sent by the god of the future to the poor monk!"

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 a short wait, I saw a handsome and honest young novice come in from the door holding a tray, and on the tray was the token that Zhang Ke had given to deal with Fahai, a A hand crafted through crystal.

He summoned his hand and pulled the hand card into his hand. Looking at this crystal clear hand card, the Bodhisattva's eyes were deep.

Since there was an accident over there, this hand card is probably an excuse.Of course, it's not that it's fake, the Bodhisattva's ability to sense the Qi Qi sealed in this hand is indeed a keepsake.

He wants to see who is standing behind this stubborn kid.

Dare to play with the Buddhist gate, what about Mount Tai, and what about Mount Hua, if there is no reasonable explanation, if you use that thing to smash the entrance of the Buddhist gate today, you will have to do it.Unless he voluntarily comes to Buddhism and repays the debt diligently, otherwise this matter will never be good!
With anger in his chest, the Bodhisattva poured mana into it.

The next moment, the hand card was broken, and a tyrannical and murderous atmosphere suddenly rose from the hall, and quickly spread throughout the Lingshan. It's a pungent smell of blood.

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

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

But the matter has come to this point, regretting is useless, the most urgent thing is to think about how to appease this murderous person, and by the way, think about what to say in front of the Buddha after the matter is over.

And at this moment, that figure slowly opened his eyes, and let out a light sigh:
"Am I alive?"

After murmuring, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, and all kinds of flying clouds and fog below, the bald man took out all kinds of magic weapons, and the figure grinned, seemingly helpless, and said in a gloomy voice:
"No. Looking at it like this, it's probably that brat who caused trouble? Well, kid, if you're too obedient, you won't do much good."

As he said that, he glanced down again, and grinned: "As an elder, you always have to clean up the pg for your children. Since Mr. Fangfeng has no free time, let me support the scene!"

As the voice fell, the bloody aura permeating the entire Lingshan suddenly gathered towards the center, gathering on the figure to form a pair of bloody battle armor that had been hacked by knives and axes, and was riddled with scars. With such a change, He still frowned dissatisfied.

"Too little, too little, my dear apprentice, give me some more!"

After the words fell, I saw ripples in the air, and four crystal cards that were exactly the same as before quietly emerged
　I'm sorry, I fell asleep. I stayed up all night in the hospital last night. I couldn't bear it anymore. I fell asleep in the Internet cafe.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)