"Hahaha, let's die together!"
The old monk's eyes turned completely blood-red, and his chest was filled with irresistible resentment.
He has been cultivating for ten lifetimes and has already attained the status of Arhat. After a few more reincarnations, he may be able to enter the realm of the Sravaka Bodhisattva.
But because of the invasion of these southerners, the Daxueshan inheritance was on the verge of collapse.
There was no egg left after the nest was overturned. In order to save Daxue Mountain Taoism, he chose to join the Demon Guard Taoism.
Although he knew that there would be a chance for redemption in the future, after all, this method was extremely violent, so what was the probability of success?
The great vows of Buddhism can also be fulfilled with great wisdom and courage.
This divine punishment of 100,000 people is too severe!
It was so heavy that he didn't have the confidence to survive it.
But there was no turning back when he opened his bow, and now that he had reached this point, he no longer held back.
As his thoughts turn, the small world of the Third Holy Land will be completely separated from the earth.
Once the earth's veins break, the entire area will collapse for thousands of miles.
At that time, mountains and rivers will be torn apart, rivers will roll back, and fire will rise, destroying all living things.
"terrible,"
"I feel the aura of destruction, we are finished!"
The old ghost could no longer deduce anything at this moment, and the huge calamity aura covered it, completely blocking the future.
Now these earthquakes are just an appetizer. Once the earth veins are completely torn, the thousands of miles of land will disappear.
"Crack."
In his ears, the sound of the earth collapsing kept coming, and every shattering sound made his heart tighten.
In the long wilderness of the North, the people on both sides became more and more confused. The Central Plains Dynasty's organization was obviously much higher, and everyone dispersed quickly to avoid a stampede.
"Go ahead."
The old monk's body has been completely occupied by black energy, and his whole body is exuding the smell of disaster. Blood is flowing from his seven orifices, and there seems to be demons flying around him.
He wants to tear apart the earth's veins and destroy the common people,
Therefore, he must be rejected by the whole world.
He raised all his strength and pulled the small world with all his strength. He wanted to launch this final blow and break the earth's veins.
"Kakakaka."
The sound of the earth's veins tearing constantly came to his ears. These sounds fell like celestial music to the ears of the already crazy old monk.
He himself entered hell, and now he wants to drag the Central Plains Dynasty and Shinto into hell as well!
The old ghost couldn't help but close his eyes. When the calamity was at its strongest, he already had a premonition that it would be too late.
One breath...two breaths...ten breaths...
I heard people say that time will slow down before you die, which seems to be true.
Ten breaths...twenty breaths...one hundred breaths...
It seems a little too slow, ah, it’s so painful, so uncomfortable.
Lao Gui and Ao Cang had closed their eyes and waited for death, but after waiting for a long time, they still didn't wait for the earth vein to explode.
Even the rustling and breaking sounds from before disappeared.
"What...what's going on? Why can't you pull it off?"
The old monk mobilized his thoughts with all his strength and wanted to use the power of the small world to break the earth veins. However, the earth veins that were still extremely fragile before seemed to have become much tougher now. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer shake it.
Even...he even felt a force pulling in the opposite direction against him.
It's so evil. Why is there still power to fight against him in this earth vein?
Although the old monk had lost most of his mind, he couldn't help but have a strange thought at this moment.
And at the next moment, he suddenly couldn't sense the small world anymore.
He is the tenth master, and he has long since sacrificed the small world to make his mind and body one. Why did the small world suddenly disappear?
What a small world! Who stole my little world!
Just as he was panicking, a large number of gray-white roots suddenly appeared from the ground beneath him, each one like an octopus's tentacles, each one thousands of feet long.
These roots are densely packed and continue to spread towards the distant ice field.
"This...what is this?"
Even though the old monk had practiced cultivation for ten lifetimes, he was dumbfounded when he saw such huge roots. With his knowledge, he could not imagine what this thing was.
"Crack."
In fact, only a very small part is exposed to the outside world, and more roots are still hidden under the earth, wrapped layer by layer on the earth veins, wrapping the entire earth veins tightly, and spreading out for thousands of years. Hundreds of miles.
"boom."
Then the void suddenly flipped, and a huge peach tree that was estimated to be dozens of miles high appeared directly. Its leaves spread out like a canopy, directly covering a small half of the ice field.
Everyone looked at this tree that almost appeared from mythology in shock. Many people were too close to see the full picture of the tree, and they only felt that the sky and the earth were dimming.
"Where did you get the peach trees?"
Ao Cang was stunned. He had already closed his eyes and waited for death. Didn't he expect that time would turn around?
"No matter where the accident comes from, hahahaha, we are saved! I will tell you that the Spirit King is far-sighted and wise, and will never abandon us."
The old ghost's eyes widened and he laughed immediately.
He had forgotten that he had just been angrily scolding King Minngling for treating them like pawns.
"Reversing disasters, turning clouds and rain, this is such a profound means of creation. It is extremely, extremely extremely, that Snow Mountain is just an ordinary inheritance, and the highest level can only be cultivated to the state of the Sravaka Bodhisattva. Our Shinto is also the largest force in the world after all, and even more With a powerful man like Ming Ling King sitting in charge, how could he easily plot against you?"
When the joy in his heart subsided, the old ghost looked at the peach tree that blocked the sky and murmured.
They were in the midst of a calamity before, and all the five aggregates were confused, so naturally they couldn't calculate anything.
Now that I have escaped the disaster, when I look back at myself again, I can find something strange.
It is rumored that the strongest person in the Snowy Mountains today is only the Sound Hearer Bodhisattva, who only has the status of a deity, and does not even have the inheritance of the tenth level of Bodhisattva.
Such a being's attempt to plot against King Ming Ling is just like the little thought of a childish child who thinks it will succeed. How can it be hidden from the eyes of adults?
Everything is still within Shinto's plan.
No wonder Daxue Mountain just drove some tribesmen over, and the human court dispatched 60,000 elite troops to encircle and suppress them.
That makes sense.
The imperial court has long been in collusion with Shinto... Well, they had a friendly exchange, but it was just a play together.
After figuring this out, the old ghost felt more at ease.
As expected of a Shinto person, I am an awesome person. I am proud to be a member of Shinto.
"But based on my understanding of King Minngling, he always takes one step and calculates the other. He made such a big fuss and put on a show. It can't be just to destroy the Third Holy Land in a snowy mountain."
The old ghost rolled his eyes and felt that things were not that simple.
Now that all the haze that had enveloped his mind had dissipated, his mind became clear for a while, and he could now think of many details that he had never considered before.
With the fishing ability of those old silver coins, since they have a plan, it is impossible to spread such bait without catching a lot of fish.
Just when he was thinking this, suddenly, the peach tree covering the sky and the earth suddenly emitted brilliant brilliance, and circles of merit and virtue appeared.
These merits that should only be visible to practitioners were so intense that they directly broke through the void, allowing many mortals to see the halo-like merits.
"Rescuing a hundred thousand people is a gift from heaven and earth, and the merits are like an ocean."
When the old ghost saw this scene, he got rid of his last doubt.
The Snowy Mountains want to tear off the earth's veins and kill 100,000 people, causing the heaven and earth to backlash, and eventually die together with the Shinto.
However, Shinto went against the grain and rescued these 100,000 people. Not only did they not suffer any loss, they actually gained immeasurable merit due to their effective rescue efforts.
Although for Shinto as a whole, these merits are nothing, for an individual, they are enough to protect a person from disasters and successfully ascend to immortality.
The old ghost once again sighed in his heart, when will he learn such calculation methods, and then combined with his magical power, he will be able to make far-reaching plans and plan endless benefits for himself.
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly there was a brilliant light all over his body.
Ao Cang on the side also showed the glory of his merits.
Although the two of them have been paddling, they are also members of Shinto, and this time they are in the center of the whirlpool.
In the event of a disaster, they will die immediately, but the advantage is that they will make profits immediately.
"If everything goes well, it seems that you and I will have great luck."
The old ghost looked at Ao Cang's energy head-on, but felt that it was dazzling and the future would be smooth.
I saw that Ao Cang had good luck, and I expected that Ao Cang would do the same when he saw me.
He felt happy in his heart, but Qiu Ping couldn't help but appear in his mind.
"Qiu Tiju, I'm sorry. Although you have a relationship as a leader, you are indeed not involved in this matter. I'm afraid you won't get much merit."
The old ghost suddenly thought of Qiu Ping who used the hole to steal things in the Third Holy Land, and he smiled in his heart.
So what if you are a connected household? Luck will not favor you just because you are a connected household.
"Old ghost, that person...can't be...Qiu Ping, right?"
Ao Cang's eyes fell on a branch of the big peach tree. A black-faced boy was sitting on it, and a ray of light like the sun rose behind him.
Holy shit, who is shining!
The old ghost just glanced at it, and his eyes were stung by the burning brilliance. He is the body of a ghost, and his eyesight is certainly not as good as that of the True Dragons.
When he heard Ao Cang say this, he could barely tell that it was really Qiu Ping.
But why is the golden light of merit on this kid so thick? This is so unscientific!
"Sorry, I accidentally planted a big peach tree. I didn't scare you." Qiu Ping rode on the big tree, and then with a flash of his body, he appeared next to Lao Gui and Ao Cang.
"You...you're not going to steal..."
"Why are you stealing? I planted this peach tree myself. Don't lie."
Qiu Ping quickly interrupted the old ghost, "We are serious children, how can we steal things? Don't accuse someone's innocence out of thin air."
"So, you saved everyone?"
The old ghost's brain is a little confused. Didn't he say that King Minngling saved everyone? Why did you become a little loach?
"What's the matter of saving people? What's wrong with you?"
Qiu Ping found that he couldn't understand what the old ghost was saying. He was just leaving for a short time, so why did it feel like the end of the world.
In his mind, he just went to steal...ahem, he was trapped when he was trying to break through the door, and then he was hit by a peach. Then the peach was eaten by him, and the peach core turned into a tree.
Oh, I even took the time to sweep the floor in the middle of the trip.
Although this tree is a bit bigger, we are in the world of cultivating immortals, so it is not that unusual to have a slightly larger tree.
"Didn't you save people? Then why is there such a heavy golden light of merit on your head..."
Ao Cang felt a little unhappy. Based on his understanding of Little Loach, if he had really done this, he would have bragging about it everywhere.
Is it possible that this kid really doesn't know?
Before he could speak, the old ghost covered his mouth.
"Ahaha, isn't it just the golden light of merit? We all have it. As our leader, Qiu Tiju, it's normal for it to be a little stronger."
The old ghost laughed, but his heart was filled with fear.
It seems that this little loach's background is much deeper than he imagined. Such great merits are all directly attributed to him. This favoritism and perversion of the law are not covered up at all, right?
You don’t even have a face, right? He’s so dark, really dark.
"Qiu Tiju, you must be tired from planting such a big tree." The old ghost raised his face and showed a bright smile.
He nodded and bowed to Qiu Ping, almost squeezing his legs and slapping his back.
"It's not bad. Let me tell you, the Snow Mountain is really bad. They put an umbrella in the small world. You know the umbrella is the kind that blocks the rain. Of course I want to tell you about the umbrella. It’s not a rain-stopper, but then again, I’m not saying it can’t stop the rain…”
When the little loach thought about what happened to him in his small world, he was filled with indignation and couldn't stop talking.
He babbled a lot, but his language organization skills were really poor, and he could only listen to the two old ghosts.
"Let me tell you, I have long seen that these monks are not good people. How can a good monk make the small world bloody..."
"If I came to lead the troops, I would definitely arrest those monks and torture them..."
The little loach was frothing as he spoke, as if he wanted to tell all his grievances.
"Well said! It's rare for Qiu Tiju to have such courage, and he should be a role model for us."
Before he finished speaking, a man in black clothes and his face was as black as coal appeared behind him.
However, although he spoke words of praise, his face was as stiff as iron, and he did not look like he was praising anyone at all.
Qiu Ping turned his head and stared at the visitor.
Uncle, who are you?
"Hao Yunduo, the official of the Little God's City God's Fortune Division, has met True Lord Hei."
When the old ghost saw the person coming, his expression suddenly changed and he quickly bowed.
With this signature black face, apart from the Black True Lord who is juxtaposed with the White True Lord, there is no one else.
But, why did this black evil god appear here?
The old ghost shrank his head like a mouse seeing a cat.
Although that Mr. Bai looked a little more sinister and eccentric, the sense of oppression was not as strong as this one.
I didn’t expect that I would update so early today, right?
(End of chapter)
