At the previous moment, the monks still firmly believed that the other party would retreat, even if they did not hand over the gold and silver treasures, as long as they reported the matter to the garrison afterwards, the upper echelons of the Great Liao would naturally blame the weak Song for this matter, and with their understanding of the Song Dynasty in the south, compensation was almost inevitable.

It's just that they should have been all the same, but now they can only pick up some leftovers that leak out of the fingers of the big guys

Deity?

And what about the gods!

The Central Plains has always attached importance to rules, and the previous emperors took turns to sit, and the chaotic situation in my house this year almost frightened the monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty. From the moment Song Taizu died violently, he began to suppress dissidents, gather power, and prepare to regain imperial power.

A glass of wine to release the military power is the program of the violently killed Song Taizu in order to unload the rights of the military generals.

And now, in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, the cutting down of mountains and temples in full swing is another move by the new Great Song Emperor to centralize power - while cleaning up the demons and monsters, he will solve those who have a bad impression of the Great Song Dynasty together, and then distribute these vacated territories to the monks and the gods and gods.

Of course, the gods and earthly gods who have been famous for a long time may not care about the recognition from the Great Song Dynasty, but what about the reward? Add a few more precious words to the long name of the god, so that those Taoist monks will hold them higher and promote them manually, and they will not believe that they are not moved.

As for the national fortune of consumption, who cares?

From the point of view of means, it is very shrewd to fight a group and pull a group, and most of the wise monarchs of all dynasties and generations have done similar incidents, but some are softer than the Great Song Emperor, and some are more violent.

There is nothing wrong with the behavior.

The mistake is that Kyushu has not yet been unified, except that there are no neighbors in the east adjacent to the sea, there are tigers and wolves in the southwest, north and south directions of the Great Song Dynasty, ready to pounce and tear a bite at any time.

And the reason why they didn't move, except for those who lacked strength, most of the rest were waiting - waiting for Da Song to bleed more ruthlessly, and waiting for it to become weaker.

The prey when you are dying is the most convenient and tasty.

Of course, those who can be thrown as scouts are basically low-level monks, even if their wisdom is enough, their vision is not enough to judge so many things. These were just the answers I heard from the elders and abbots of the temple when they talked.

And, judging from the judgment of these wise men, the gods of the Great Song Dynasty are almost too busy to take care of themselves, how can they still have time to find trouble with others. The point is that from beginning to end, they didn't realize how the monk died.

"Crazy!"

"It must be crazy!"

This damn god feels hopeless and is looking for his own death!

It doesn't matter if you want to die, but they are still young, and they have not experienced the Hongchen World, and they have not enjoyed the Great Song Girl, who is said to be like water, where can they easily die here.

In the next moment, the monk who came back to his senses from the terrifying picture of his companion being beheaded by a thief, shouted in his mouth, and took out a red bronze gilt bell from his bosom and shook it vigorously.

And with the shaking of the metal projectile in the gilded copper bell, a crisp impact sound came out of the copper bell, and in the blink of an eye, the sound was transmitted for dozens of miles.

At the same time, in the vast grass in the distance, there were suddenly one more small black dots in the shape of a humanoid, and after a few glances in this direction, except for a few departing figures, the other scout teams hiding in various places began to gather in this direction.

In addition to more, monks dressed the same as several monks, there are also small units of cavalry of the Liao State, and many of them have faces from the Central Plains.

Even, Zhang Ke also sensed some breaths belonging to the earth, unlike those doves occupying the magpie's nest, the breath on their bodies was very pure, in other words, these were all real mountain god lands when they launched their whole bodies.

At the same time, several monks who were lucky enough to not die were reciting the Diamond Sutra, and with the recitation of the scriptures, some mottled gold dots appeared on their bodies, and a heavy, solemn aura emanated from their bodies.

Although their main means of practice is not the Diamond Sutra, the dead horse is used as a live horse doctor, and the reinforcements are being gathered, and now they are the most disadvantaged if they die.

Several monks looked nervously at Zhang Ke above his head.

Douda's sweat seeped from his forehead, and he didn't dare to wipe it, and retreated cautiously.

And it was at this time that a breeze suddenly blew on the grassland, gently blowing through the body to bring a long-lost cool feeling, and the hot sweat on the neck finally had a solution.

But when they took a few steps back, they found that under the breeze, the sweat on their necks did not show signs of drying up, but flowed more and more, and the hot sweat flowed down the skin into the clothes, quickly soaking the entire monk's robe.

It was only at this time that the monks realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to look down.

But with such a bowed movement, their heads went directly off their shoulders, "Boom! "It slammed into the ground.

Head-down, the heads smashed on the ground can't figure out when their heads are gone, but without the supply of their bodies, the question of relying on their brains will never be answered!

And the hot blood that had been suppressed by the skull for a long time, after losing the town, directly gushed into the air several meters high, forming a series of blood arrows, which was spectacular!

After a few monks turned into artificial fountains, the scouts who were gathering were slightly turbulent for a moment, and soon changed direction. Although they were still gathering, they were not in the same hurry, and the location of the gathering had changed back miles.

It was almost the boundary of Zhang Ke's range of activities.

In this regard, Zhang Ke frowned, he did not scatter and flee, but was still ready to gather, it was an enemy, so there was nothing to say!

It's just a momentary change of mood.

The gentle breeze beside him became violent, and the withered yellow grassland was bent by the wind in an instant, and the wild grass clung to the ground. And those wind elves who are hidden in the wind are revealing their bodies at this time.

It was like a transparent gate knife that was placed horizontally, and it was quickly pushed over from a height of one meter above the ground. First the two-legged monk and the face of the Central Plains, and then the scout cavalry on horseback.

They relied on their horses and were not cut in half for the first time, and they also followed in the footsteps of the other party after the horses fell under them. Moreover, when the horses were killed earlier, their legs were also cut in two by the ankles, and there was no chance of escape.

Only a few lucky people, under the early warning of some kind of blessing heart, subconsciously squatted and avoided the fatal catastrophe.

"Amitabha, I've seen a fellow Taoist!"

For those individuals who squatted down and fled for their lives, Zhang Ke did not cut the grass to the roots, but raised his head and looked at the height level with himself, where a young monk holding a tin staff and 108 large rosaries around his neck, although his appearance was quite young and handsome, but it gave people a sense of the profundity of Buddhism appeared out of thin air.

Behind the monk, there was a door that was slowly closing, and through the crack in the door that had not yet closed completely, a golden world could be seen.

Noticing Zhang Ke's gaze, the corners of the young monk's mouth were slightly hooked, and his footsteps moved, revealing the door behind him.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't stop the closing of the Lingshan Gate, he wouldn't even mind leaning against the gate to let the other party look twice.

Only when we have seen a higher depth can we understand our own insignificance, and only when we have a glimpse of the true Buddha can we sincerely believe.

"The little monk is not honest!"

Noticing the other party's small movements, Zhang Ke immediately looked away.

Just looking at the glittering golden light and the almost overflowing appearance of Buddhism, I know that the base camp behind the door is probably the base camp of Buddhism, but I don't know what level it is, but Zhang Ke will not be curious, in case he is abducted, then who will he cry to?

And just after Zhang Ke looked away, the door, which had only opened for one person to pass through the gap, also closed completely, and there was a bang.

Then, as if placed in the waves of water, the pure gold portal gradually disappeared into the depths of space.

Seeing this, a trace of undetectable regret flashed in the young monk's eyes.

A little, a little!

Even if it is just a glance, the existence behind the door can pull a causal line out with this glance. Everything is difficult at the beginning, with fate, then many things become less difficult, you know, what my Buddha is best at is persuading people to be good!

It's a pity that such a good insertion opportunity was not seized, and without the needles and threads of Lingshan, it is too difficult to do tricks and feet just by relying on him to be an alternative Arhat of Fahai. But once I miss this opportunity, I don't know if I can find such a God-given opportunity next time.

You must know that the subsidiary world of Kyushu is like the stars in the galaxy, endless, and it is too difficult to find a small person from thousands of stars, and it is too difficult, and this is it, and you have to face the interference of many unexpected factors on weekdays.

This time, it was still the little apprentice of Zhang Tianshi's family, so he reluctantly chased after him.

But this thing won't be fooled!

He didn't look at the secret realm of Lingshan with curiosity, and waited for the gate to close, and it was too difficult for a quasi-Arhat to force a land with a honorific title.

But no matter how difficult it was, he could only grit his teeth and endure it, trying to fulfill the decrees of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Otherwise, if he failed to complete the task, then he would not be able to return to Lingshan.

After all, this world has developed to the Great Song Dynasty.

There is not much left from his catastrophe, he doesn't want to continue to entangle with the white snake, the other party has become an immortal, and their story has also been compiled into the legend of the white snake by good things, and he is still hovering on the threshold of the Arhat.

Reincarnated again and again, and improving their own restraint for each other again and again, just thinking about it gives the monk a headache.

Temporarily abandoning the troubles in his heart, the smile on the young Fahai's face became a little kinder: "Why should Daoist friends be so cautious, my Buddha also needs people to cross by himself, if Daoist friends don't want my Buddha, they won't force Yusi!"

"I didn't have a good look, I am in the secret realm of the Buddha Gate Lingshan, it's a pity, fellow Daoist!"

Fahai's face was filled with regret, and at the same time, his eyes couldn't stop observing Zhang Ke's expression.

And his words were not private, the moment the two words Lingshan appeared, ripples were set off on the ground below, and then, one after another, figures came out of the ground under his feet.

Among them, some are kind-looking rich old men with rickety bodies and crutches; Some were stout, or like mountain people, or simply half-human with the head of a beast.

Dozens of figures appeared on the ground, looking up at the sky with those Liao State scouts who had escaped the catastrophe, especially the space behind Fahai.

But they were doomed to disappointment.

It only took three or five seconds for the door to appear, as if it was just to send Fahai at the same time, and then try it again, and after seeing that there was no gain, he decisively withdrew without any memory.

After observing for a while, there was no trace of Lingshan, and the expressions on their faces were extremely complicated.

This kind of opportunity has already touched the face, but it can still be missed, and I want to die.

Then, when he turned his head to look at Zhang Ke, his eyes became a little strange.

It sounds like something they can't ask for, but this one doesn't seem to look down on at all? They want to see who this reckless man is.

However, in the next moment, the expression on his face became stiff, and the old man, who was already very short, was eager to lie on the ground and burrow back into the ground.

Why are they so unlucky, just after revealing a little idea of changing the foyer, they happened to run into the presence of their boss. Several mountain gods looked at each other, then saluted respectfully and said, "I've seen the gods!" ”

Zhang Ke lowered his head: "It's okay, don't worry, I'll give you time to make it up slowly!" ”

Hearing this, none of these mountain gods and lands rolled their eyes, and they looked at each other for a long time before gritting their teeth and saying: "I am helpless, as the land of this Liao country, if you don't believe in my Buddha and don't return to the shaman, then it is the evil god yin temple, which is going to be destroyed by the temple and captured to be used as material for the shamans!" ”

The national policy of the Liao State is not evaluated, but the words are not mixed with too much water, and they are all true.

The Liao State was originally a Khitan, another ethnic group that rose from the grassland, they believed in their own primitive beliefs at the same time, but also because of the integration with the Central Plains culture, the entire Liao State had a good impression of Buddhism, and the status of Buddhism in the Liao Kingdom was equivalent to their own primitive beliefs.

But, it's true, so what?

Isn't the authority of your mountain god land all allocated by heaven and earth? Even if the Great Liao does not agree with the Emperor Tianhou and the Heavenly Court's control in the Liao Kingdom is weak, it can't be disobeyed because of this, right?

With the authority of the heavenly court, enjoying the salary paid by the heavenly court, pondering whether to practice the Dharma or join the shamanic lineage, and work two jobs by yourself, the benefits are all earned by you, right?

Where in the world is there such a good thing?

"That's it?"

Zhang Ke looked at the mountain god land below, and his expression gradually became cold: "I gave you time to compile, and the result is this?" The big matter of betraying the heavenly court, I want to send it away in a few words, are you too naïve, or do you think I'm so foolish? ”

"That's it, but I can't save your lives!"

(End of chapter)