The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Beginning

　　In other words, what stopped her was at least a strong man who came to the small world 7 times.

　　At this time, Zhou Fan asked: "Why are you gathering in the ancient temple of Huoshan Mansion, what is the purpose... After thinking about it, don't try to hide it, otherwise my Taizhen Yangyan can let you end this coming early. ."

　　Ji Ruxue showed a wry smile on her slightly immature face.

　　The second time came to the small world, the difficulty was increased dozens of times.

　　In just ten years, she has encountered several strong men who have descended more than 5 times.

　　"Senior, I said."

　　Ji Ruxue had no choice but to explain honestly.

　　The descendant who was headed originally came to this small world. At that time, he spent a lot of money and left a dark Maitreya Buddha. As a secret hand, he pushed the small world into the era of demons and chaos.

　　Once he succeeds, the small world will undergo great changes, not only can he get feedback, but also get extremely high evaluation.

　　Zhou Fan was stunned and asked again: "This kind of big change in the small world should be difficult to accomplish, right?"

　　Ji Ruxue nodded, "The Dark Maitreya Buddha is a treasure of the law. This treasure relies on the dragon energy that overflowed when the dynasty fell, as well as the negative emotions such as the resentment and resentment of the people. Only then can there be a chance to be promoted to the limit of the small world, so as to fully promote it. Small world changes."

　　"So that descendant, from the very beginning, used his previous accumulation in the small world, and joined the dynasty intelligence organization by relying on his innate advantages, found us descendants, and then forced us to worship the dark Buddha statue every day, adding soul power belief to him. At the same time, it will harm the people of the dynasty and speed up the breeding of demons and demons."

　　Zhou Fan listened, and his heart was completely clear.

　　No wonder he always felt that this small world was growing faster and faster, and there were indeed comers behind the scenes.

　　The opponent's abacus is really good.

　　If this small world does not have more than 10 descendants.

　　If it's not good, the other party can really succeed.

　　of course.

　　This method, because it relies on foreign objects, is not a small world that has accumulated and transformed itself, even if it succeeds, it can at most get a s-superior rating.

　　However, for most descendants, it is very good to get an S-rank or higher.

　　Moreover, through what Ji Ruxue said, he learned a lot of information.

　　One, you can come to a small world and leave the treasure of the law at a cost, and two, you can repeatedly come to the same small world.

　　As for the other party's use of dynasty intelligence to target other descendants.

　　In Zhou Fan's view, it was nothing.

　　After all, after most of the descendants obtain resources, they will realize the points and buy treasures such as savvy dragon light to improve themselves, and they are different.

　　You can find it if you pay attention.

　　Actually.

　　In the past ten years, he has also dealt with a lot of Dynasty informants who tried to get close to him or kidnap his sister at home. Now it seems that these informants should be sent by the descendant.

　　Seeing that Zhou Fan didn't speak, Ji Ruxue said cautiously: "Senior, you have to be careful, the dark Maitreya Buddha has been integrated with this small world, and its strength is tyrannical. It is said that it will soon reach the realm of pure Yang... And it has also established many divisions, which are hidden in the ancient temples of countless temples in the dynasty."

　　Zhou Fan's eyes lit up, "You mean, there are many dark Buddha statues in the dynasty?"

　　"Ah, yes, there are a lot of them. That magic weapon, the Dark Maitreya Buddha, has been in the small world for four or five hundred years, and has cultivated countless followers. They have built many Buddha statues." Ji Ruxue nodded again and again.

　　Zhou Fan smiled.

　　The more Buddha statues, the better!

　　He was worried that the accumulation of comprehension points was too slow.

　　As a result, someone brought a pillow over when I fell asleep!

　　Just cheap yourself.

　　"Take today's matter in your heart, and pay attention to the message of the dark Maitreya Buddha, I will come to you at any time!"

　　A faint voice sounded.

　　Zhou Fan has disappeared, leaving only Ji Ruxue with a sad face. .

Chapter 22

　　There are indeed many imperial temples.

　　The closer you get to Kyoto, the more popular the temples of monks are.

　　On the contrary, Taoism is very rare.

　　So, in the next five years, Zhou Fan visited all the temples in all the palaces and counties of the entire dynasty, admiring the Buddha statues.

　　At the same time, he also found that Ji Ruxue was right, these Buddha statues were covered with dark energy, and they seemed to be absorbing and suppressing the dragon energy of the dynasty.

　　However, the Buddha statue does not have as many comprehension points provided by the dark Maitreya Buddha, generally 1-5 points.

　　But there are too many Buddha statues.

　　It can almost be described as flooding.

　　Traveling all over the dynasty, the Buddha statue alone gave Zhou Fan 27 comprehension points.

　　In addition to viewing Buddha statues.

　　In the past five years, he has also spent a lot of money to train those destitute scholars, and let them paint, especially the pictures of life, to record the changes of the dynasty.

　　Because there is only this kind of picture, it provides many insights.

　　……

　　In the blink of an eye, it was another ten times of cold and summer.

　　Beiguo County.

　　The old locust tree in the yard is getting bigger and bigger.

　　Every time Zhou Fan finished painting a piece of work, the spirituality condensed in the old locust tree increased.

　　Over time.

　　It, once again condensed the soul.

　　However, compared to the first ghost possession, the spirit condensed by the old locust tree this time is full of scholarly spirit, and occasionally paints with branches in the yard with great interest.

　　But they are all paintings that are quietly touched at night.

　　During the day, it erases its own paintings.

　　this day.

　　To Zhou Fan's surprise, the painting by the old locust tree in the yard was not erased.

　　He walked to the middle of the yard.

　　Looking at the painting, he froze in place.

　　This painting depicts the scene of his sister standing in the yard wiping tears every time he did something wrong when he was a child, and he quietly stuffed rice balls.

　　Painting, vivid.

　　It even stirred Zhou Fan's thoughts, as if he had returned to his childhood and saw scenes of memories from that year.

　　"Ding! Congratulations, you have realized yourself from the painting and realized the true meaning of the world."

　　A voice resounded in my head.

　　But Zhou Fan stood still.

　　a long time.

　　He stretched out his hand reluctantly.

　　The old locust tree swayed, and a branch floated into Zhou Fan's hand.

　　He moved.

　　Branches dance like swordsmanship.

　　In the yard, on the walls, on the stone platform, there are traces of branches everywhere.

　　The pen walks between dragons and snakes.

　　A picture of lifelike paintings jumped out.

　　"Ding! Congratulations on your comprehension of Spring and Autumn Brushwork, comprehension +100."

　　"Ding! Congratulations on your superb painting skills, comprehension +."

　　"Ding! Congratulations on your extraordinary painting skills, and your comprehension +200."

　　"..."

　　A beep sounded continuously.

　　Zhou Fan seemed to be in a state of self, and his hands kept moving.

　　After the last place in the yard that could be painted was covered with traces of branches, he stopped abruptly.

　　wow.

　　In an instant.

　　Like splashing ink on white paper, the paintings in the courtyard, on the stone platform, and between the walls came to life.

　　"Sister, hurry, hurry up and eat."

　　"Brother, I made a few more coins today. When I save enough in the future, I will buy you books."

　　"Sister, I secretly kept half a chicken leg."

　　"Brother, see what this is, writing brush, you will definitely become a genius!"

　　"..."

　　in the courtyard.

　　Fragments of memories are everywhere.

　　The tender voices of children kept ringing, there were bells and bells laughter, there were rustling crying, there were laments and grievances, and there were quarrels with bare faces.