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.

Everything is full of malice towards the gods at the bottom, and on weekdays, I am stumped by all kinds of trivial things like a wheel, and I have to satisfy the outrageous wishes of those people/believers, and I don't have time to practice, and occasionally I have to be instructed by the gods who pass by, even if I am at the critical moment of running errands, I have to lift my pants and run to help with a stick knocked down

Even so, when it comes to appraisals, there is still little hope for promotion.

Compared with them, the Mao gods who happened to sit on the throne of one side of the earth because of their luck, those who had their backs to the gods and served as officials in the yang world, as long as they died, they could easily take away the position they craved and trample them under their feet.

And this dog. There is still a term for the throne of the earth.

Every three to five hundred years, it will have to be replaced.

If the luck is not good, during this period neither promoted nor transferred to another place, the time has come to return the authority and go to the underworld to reincarnate and reincarnate, but even if the next life is invested in a rich and noble family, who can say for sure what the situation is over there. The family of Jishan is still okay, if it is those who are not very upright to make a fortune, or if there is a loser, and encounters natural and man-made disasters, you have to walk Huangquan Road again in minutes.

It's better not to reincarnate at all!

But they can't help it, that's the rule, but if they can have a little way, they won't be trapped in the horns, counting the little incense every year.

Fortunately, a god is a god after all, even if it is just an insignificant, mountain god with a large mountain, and the land of more than a dozen families, it is different from the mundane after all.

Unless it is in Kyushu itself, otherwise, how can it survive three to five hundred years until the end of a dynasty. A term of office is passed on to ten generations of mortals, and it is more or less earned, and there is also a fortune issued by the heavenly court and the earth every year, although it is not much, but it is also a rare good thing, if you have more incense at hand, you can even pave the way for your next life.

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

Although it is not like Zhang Daoren, there is a great god by his side to protect the road to becoming an immortal, but there is always some hope.

But even so, there are only 12 out of 10 people who can live a satisfactory life, and they are all so miserable, and there are unreasonable thieves who have taken away the authority to survive without any notice, and they can even be cheeky to ask him how difficult it is to do such things!

How can they, the lowest gods, satisfy you!

Tears suddenly flowed down uncontrollably, this rotten Kyushu is full of oppression of the gods at the bottom, when will they really stand up?

Of course, the mountain gods and lands are depressed in their hearts, but they have done a good job on the surface, and they don't know Zhang Ke's name, and they don't look at each other, so they naturally don't have to worry about being read and what they think.

There was a flattering smile on the face of the vicissitudes of life, and it looked like what God said, we will do what we do.

Compared with those city god gods who are more or less showing a little resentment, their appearance can touch Zhang Ke's heartstrings even more.

"That's it, I won't tease you."

"It is indeed my fault that I did not engage in self-infliction, but I have used these powers to be useful, but I cannot return them to you for the time being. But since Cui Juan wants you to come to my account to listen to it, it is fate, you see how this is. ”

"Among you, if you are willing to go with me, I will borrow the authority for a while, and as for the duty of delay, if the heavens and the earth ask for it, you don't need to worry about it, and I will pick it up; If you really don't want to, then it doesn't matter, although the authority can't be returned in full, but you can also give a part of it to you to perform your duties first, how many hours you borrowed, and when the matter is over, you will have your own compensation, how about it? ”

Although I was 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 swordsman and the fish, and these are not the existences of Cui Juan, even if it is the capital city god with the highest god position among these earths, it is just the capital city god of the Great Song Dynasty in this world.

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

What's more, when doing things above, you have to explain it clearly to your subordinates?

Where in the world is there such a truth?

In Zhang Ke's place, his rules are rules, and if you want to talk about conditions, then you have to invite an existence with the same status.

Hearing this, a group of landowners on the official road below looked up at Zhang Ke in a daze.

By this time, the turmoil in the earth had faded beyond the limits of what their eyes could see.

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

This Tai Yuan Mansion has once again returned to its former tranquility.

But the hearts of a group of earthlings were set off in turbulent waves.

One moment it was still an arrogant dog official, and the next moment it became negotiable, and even had to be compensated?

The sudden change in the style of painting made them a little uncomfortable, especially when they were used to the tough posture of the gods on weekdays, and suddenly encountered such a situation, they only felt choked in their hearts for a while.

Although this person acts domineeringly, he doesn't seem to be so difficult to speak?

After a few moments, the Terrass made a decision.

"Do what God commands!"

The mountain gods and lands bowed their bodies in a lowly posture, and their heads almost touched their legs.

Of course, this is not the case for everyone.

There are also some people who have made decisions that are diametrically opposed to most people's after judging the situation.

This is also normal, after all, human nature is complex, some people dare to take risks, and some people are willing to accept the status quo.

There is always the possibility of losing money when taking risks, but it is safe not to lose everything you have.

After all, compared to doing something with a strange god, the top priority is to take back your authority and go back to fulfill your duties.

As for the many other lands, they basically either think about being small and big, or they have the idea of keeping an incense with Zhang Ke, a god who is familiar with the four major judges, and these Zhang Ke don't take it to heart.

In addition to the reason for Cui Ju's entrustment, there is also one more thing to recruit these landowners, and that is the lesson of 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 cannot reach the standard for a long time, and it can even be said that it is scarce. A large number of uncombed and unhousekeeper mountains and rivers and leylines are also lined with his elbows, and he can't fully exert his strength, and people can play ten percent of their strength, and even play at a super level, but he can only maintain it at eight to nine, otherwise the battle with the Mingjiao Buddha will not reveal his body or lose.

Of course, even if he wins that time and reveals the ferocious nature of his body, Zhang Ke will do it again.

But now it is not as good as it was at the beginning, with this condition, there is naturally no need to wronged yourself.

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

Along the way, the mountains cracked, revealing the road; The river diverges, exposing the riverbed.

The spirits fled in the wind, and the spirits and demons shivered in their hiding places.

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

However, perhaps Zhang Ke's previous collusion with authority was too noisy.

In the first half, the journey from Yunzhou to Yinshan to regain authority was quite smooth, and he basically didn't need to make a move, and the accompanying landers would be very discerning to take a step ahead of him, explore the way, and knock on the door of the local gods by the way, and have a good chat with them.

If they are acquaintances, they will naturally be safe and sound when they hand over their authority, but when they encounter those hard stubbles, they will never be soft.

Don't look at these lands in front of Zhang Ke, but when you meet these local gods, your waist is no longer sore, your legs don't hurt anymore, and you can pick ten temples in one breath.

Of course, the local gods are not without resistance.

But no matter how strong they are, they have limits, not to mention, the landowners brought by Zhang Ke have not been poisoned by the Great Song Dynasty Cheng Zhu Lixue, and they who still maintain the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties never talk nonsense, of course, they don't need to be reasonable when dealing with the barbarians.

As soon as they suddenly met, they kicked the door, smashed the temple, destroyed the statues, and then killed those who should be killed, and those who should be caught, and brought the authority to Zhang Ke.

Even if you encounter a hard stubble that can't be solved by a hug, when you fall into a bitter battle, the sky will be very coincidental, or a pure gold rope will fly, or a knife will fall directly, and no matter how arrogant the local god is, he will have to obediently hand over his authority.

And after Zhang Ke burned the leylines of mountains and rivers in the jade, he would often redistribute the authority to these earthly gods.

Although it is only a second-level authority, a group of earth gods are still happy, so the original fierce and vicious lineup has added a bit of evil spirit.

The most exaggerated one, originally just a land god in charge of more than a dozen peasant households, relied on the courage of battle, charged ahead, and with a little luck assistance, he simply raised the land that he had never entered the product to the point of going from the eighth grade.

He is in charge of hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, land and population.

This speed, even compared with Zhang Ke, who opened the hanging, is not inferior.

Unfortunately, at this point, he was subject to both internal and external restrictions, and it took some time to digest what he had gained, to operate the leylines, to remove the remnants of the previous one, and to transform them into his own, and he could no longer follow the large procession to continue its journey.

And there are many more examples of the same land.

It is because of its own limited conditions, unable to grasp more mountains and rivers, and has no choice but to stay in the local area.

But even so, it has far exceeded their past income, if they never climb up from the product, even if they are conscientious, coupled with the assistance of luck, they have to eliminate the factor of accidental fall, and it will take hundreds or even thousands of years to go from the eighth grade.

One by one, they were satisfied, and their eyes when they looked at Zhang Ke quietly changed.

If before, they had to gather under Zhang Ke's tent to listen to it because of reality and instructions, then now, even if there are no instructions, Zhang Ke's words can drive these thousands of people to work for him.

It's that realistic.

Even, if it weren't for the need to help their own king defend one side, they really wanted to go back to the Great Song Dynasty to take a turn and let those former colleagues see how much opportunity they had missed.

Settle for the status quo?

"Ahh

In a month's time, a third of the thousands of lands under his command were quickly removed, but even the remaining ones earned enough capital, but compared to those who fell behind, their tolerance ceiling was undoubtedly stronger, and they could guard more leylines for Zhang Ke, so they continued to gather around him.

Of course, the landlords have gained a lot, but the biggest harvest is Zhang Ke.

There are a large number of mountain god lands, and the river god Chenghuang is the steward, and after subduing the leyline, he basically doesn't need Zhang Ke to refine carefully, and he can directly enjoy the results. The divine position rose in a very short period of time.

From the fifth grade that had just stepped into the dungeon, he climbed to the top of the fourth grade, and one step away from the third grade returned to the upper level of the god karma map.

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

Ever since Zhang Ke's team came down from Yin Mountain, the situation had become sinister.

The strength of the local gods is far greater than before, even if they attack in groups, even if they are promoted by the earth, they are quite difficult, and the frequency of Zhang Ke's attacks is becoming more and more frequent.

"Amitabha, Daoist friends stop here!"

When he annexed one-third of the Liao Kingdom from west to east and walked to the source of the Huang River, a group of monks with a halo of merit on their heads and the light of Buddha on their bodies gathered together and soared straight into the sky.

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

Then his sharp gaze directly crossed the space of hundreds of miles, piercing Zhang Ke's eyes like a bee sting.

"Huh!"

There was a hidden thunder in the air, and then two bolts of lightning suddenly burst out from Zhang Ke's eyes, shattering the invisible gaze at the same time, and still leaving the strength to shoot towards the monks in the distance.

A relatively young monk, with both hands flipped, took out a Zen staff and struck it on the thunder, breaking it up, but he himself was pushed back by the strong momentum and retreated dozens of steps before he barely stopped his footwork under the response of other monks, but he still stood still, but the electric arc on his body from time to time showed that the monk who was hard to connect the thunder was not comfortable.

Zhang Ke naturally wouldn't give him time to relax, and he didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with the other party.

After all, they have already wounded their own pioneers who are exploring the path, so it is bound to be bad for those who come, what else is there to say about treating the enemy?

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

There was a faint sound of huge waves in the air.

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

But when it fell on the earth, it did not stir up a single bit of dust, and even the rush of the flood itself was silent.

The great monk who originally wanted to reconcile this matter and let Zhang Ke stop there, suddenly widened his eyes, and he couldn't even take care of the cracked corners of his eyes, and immediately took out a purple gold bowl from his arms, and then reached out with a rather painful look to pluck a piece from the merit light wheel behind his head and put it into the purple gold bowl.

Suddenly, the golden bowl rose in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a behemoth hundreds of meters high, staggering into the air, with its mouth pointing downward, bursting out with infinite suction.

The flood that was originally surging was still rushing forward for a distance of hundreds of meters after encountering ingestion, and only then was it intervened by external forces, and then reluctantly changed the tide and was dragged towards the purple gold bowl in the air to converge.

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

Almost!

It was only a hundred and ten meters away that it was about to be washed away by the flood.

Even standing in place, he had been splashed on his body by the agitating waves.

Fortunately, before coming here, the magic weapon he borrowed from the Bodhisattva was reliable, and although he sacrificed some of the merits he had gained from his penance, this raging flood finally did not rush to him, otherwise it would be terrible.

You must know that in the Song and Liao borders before, among the many eyes that monitored Zhang Ke, there was a member of the Buddhist sect.

Their purpose is similar to that of the others, and while seeing how much strength this dragon has in crossing the river, they are also responsible for monitoring each other. Although Zhang Ke accepted the kindness of Buddhism before, this thing is a blank check after all, if he does not enter Buddhism for a day and does not accept crossing, then he will not be his own person for a day.

Not to mention that the other party also has an elder who has never met as an obstacle.

In such a situation, Buddhism is naturally afraid that this person will run away again!

But who would have thought that the strength was visible, but it was inevitably a little different from what they predicted.

The means of driving wind and thunder, Samadhi True Fire, Buddhism has seen it, but where does this weak water come from? Hasn't this thing been extinct since the Qin and Han dynasties? Who made it out, and handed it over to Zhang Ke Such a vicious thing, and dare to play with children with confidence, but really. Big heart!

Having seen Zhang Ke's ability to use weak water before, the moment he noticed that the air became moist, the monk was on guard.

But who would have thought that he wouldn't play cards according to the routine of this thing!

Previously, they had always thought that Zhang Ke only had some weak water, who would have thought that he would actually hold a whole weak water vein? And looking at the turbulence of this flood, even if some of the seven water gods flood the rivers during the rainstorm season, it's just this scene, right?

But how can mundane water be compared with weak water?

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

But fortunately, the magic weapon is reliable, so they escaped!

However, before the great monk could catch his breath, there was a sudden scorching and hot feeling in the distance, and when he raised his head, he saw that the sea of fire in the sky was rapidly burning in his direction.

“W^$#E%%@$#%$@#%”

When the words fell, the monk's face froze, and he murmured in a low voice:

"Amitabha, the poor monk has broken the vows!"

But now is not the time to regret it, he is reluctant to touch the weak water, but it does not mean that the samadhi true fire is easy to provoke, and even, at the moment when he speaks, the surrounding environment is changing violently, as if the end of the world has come in an instant.

In the torn heavenly dome overhead, there are dark clouds gathering, among which lightning and thunder roar, and the thunder is dense, as if the thunder pool of the heavenly court is connected above the dark clouds.

Not only that, but the sound of the wind suddenly whistling from all directions, and the wind spirits within hundreds of miles around them woke up from their slumber and let out an angry roar, and the tornadoes connecting the heavens and the earth were forming not far from them.

As for the big floor swing, it's normal, the wind, fire, thunder and lightning are all on the field, as a landlord, can you justify it if you don't have some housekeeping skills?

But Zhang Ke was full of firepower, but he suffered a group of monks.

No, didn't the Bodhisattva explain that way before he came?

It's not all said that it's okay, it's just going through the motions, this Youling King is already half a Buddhist person, why is he still so ruthless to his own people?

As we all know, Buddhism is poor, up to the Buddha, down to the little novice, and they are quite shy in their pockets.

In the face of this kind of opponent, all he can get his hands on is a purple gold bowl, which is still borrowed from the Bodhisattva, and other Zen staff and Buddha beads are useless. Bodhisattva, where is your old man, come and save it, save it!

The Bodhisattva mentioned by the monk was in the base camp of Buddhism at this time, in the spiritual mountain.

The Bodhisattva, who was closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a river of stars in his eyes.

"The heart ape and the horse have all surrendered, why are you so restless today? What happened? ”

While opening his mouth and muttering, the Bodhisattva was still pinching his fingers, but even if the Buddha light in his hands was shining, and the light emitted could not even cover the entire hall, he had never been able to further transform the sense into a message, but only vaguely sensed that his own troubles had an inseparable relationship with the Great Song Dynasty.

"But what does that piece of heaven and earth have to do with the poor monks?"

"They have already sent people to go, although Zhikong is not in the Arhat seat, but he already has the mana of the Arhat, just by surviving the calamity, he can become another Arhat in my Lingshan."

"With him going with a purple gold bowl, it is not difficult for the gods of the future generations to stop the pace of invading the Great Liao and destroying the temple, how can there be any accidents?"

Although it is said that the god of the later generations has taken over the goodwill of Buddhism, after all, he is not his own person, and even if he is his own person, he cannot act so arrogantly. The belief in the incense of heaven and earth is so important that even within the Buddhist sect, the Bodhisattva and the Buddha cannot monopolize it, let alone hand it over to an outsider.

What's more, Da Liao is the self-reserved place of Buddhism, up to the princes and nobles, down to the gods and spirits in various places, either believing in Buddhism, or having an inseparable relationship with Buddhism, and constantly providing incense faith and fresh blood to Buddhism.

Cutting down mountains and ruining temples?

It's better to smash the entrance of the Buddhist gate, it is already unexpected for the Buddhist sect to occupy one-third of the Liao land, and the reaction is slow, how can Zhang Ke be allowed to continue to expand!

After a while, there was still no result, once it came to the divination of the gods of the afterlife, it was difficult, as if there were several forces blocking their own exploration at the same time, and there was a faint interference that shifted the results of the divination to other places.

Seeing this, the nasolabial folds on the Bodhisattva's brow became more profound.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong!

After pondering for a moment, the Bodhisattva decisively raised his head and said, "Emptiness, bring the token sent by the god of the afterlife to the poor monk!" ”

At the same time, a dull voice came from outside the door:

"Obey the law!"

Then there was the sound of footsteps hurrying away.

I didn't wait long, but I saw a very delicate and honest little novice walking in from outside the door with a tray, and what was placed on the plate was the token given by Zhang Ke in order to deal with Fahai, a hand made of transparent crystal.

Summoned the hand, pulled the hand into his hand, and looked at this crystal clear hand, the Bodhisattva's eyes were deep.

Since there was an accident over there, this hand is probably a pretext. Of course, it is not fake, the Bodhisattva can sense the uniform aura sealed in this hand, and it is indeed a token.

He wanted to see who stood behind this naughty junior.

Dare to play Buddhism, how is Mount Tai, what about Xiyue, if there is no reasonable explanation, today with that thing to smash the entrance of the Buddha Gate, you have to do one. Unless he voluntarily comes to the Buddha and pays off his debts diligently, this matter must not be good!

With a sense of anger, the Bodhisattva poured mana into it.

In the next moment, the hand was broken, and a tyrannical and murderous aura suddenly rose from the hall, and quickly spread throughout the spiritual mountain, the former Buddha light shone, and the bright and compassionate spiritual mountain land was now full of bright red color, and the air was full of pungent smell of blood.

"Hmm, the poor monk seems to be reckless?"

Raising his head, looking through the pierced roof, looking at the huge phantom standing on the spiritual mountain, for a moment, the Bodhisattva felt some regret in his heart.

But the matter has come to this point, regret is useless, the top priority is to think about how to appease this murderer, and by the way, think about the words in front of the Buddha after the matter is over.

And at this time, the figure slowly opened his eyes and said softly:

"Am I alive?"

After muttering, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, as well as the various clouds and mist below, and taking out all kinds of magic weapons to wait for the bald head, the figure grinned, as if helpless, as if gloomy and said:

"Not true. Looking at it like this, maybe the bear child caused trouble? Anyway, child, if you are too well-behaved, it will be useless. ”

As he spoke, his eyes swept down again, and he grinned: "As an elder, I always have to wipe the pg for my children, since the Fengfeng clan has no time to spare, then let me support the scene!" ”

When the words fell, I saw that the blood-colored aura that permeated the entire Spirit Mountain suddenly converged to the center, converging on the figure to form a pair of blood-colored battle armor that had been chiseled by knives and axes, and at the same time, his arms suddenly stretched out two pairs of arms up and down and changed like this, he still frowned unsatisfied.

"Too little, too little, good apprentice, some more!"

As the words fell, I saw a ripple in the air, and four crystal cards that were exactly the same as before quietly appeared

I'm sorry, I fell asleep, I stayed up all night in the hospital last night, I really couldn't bear it, and I fell asleep in the Internet café

(End of chapter)