"I just heard what Qiu Tiju said. I want to carry the sword for Shinto and go north to destroy the ten holy places in the Snow Mountain to put an end to the troubles in the north."
Lord Hei Zhen looked at Qiu Ping with great interest, but his expression was as hard as iron, which made people feel unpredictable.
"ah……"
The little loach’s tongue is a little knotted. I was just bragging, so we don’t need to take it seriously.
And I am clearly talking about torturing the monks, not attacking the Snowy Mountains.
Every holy land in the Snowy Mountains has masters with Arahant status sitting there. If they are like immortals, they will risk their lives to fight with others.
"Transmit the decree of King Mingling!"
Lord Hei Zhen suddenly gave a soft drink and took out an imperial edict in his hand.
The old ghost and Ao Cang on the side immediately paused and bent down.
"I order [Duolong Pass Daiti Li] Qiu Ping to lead the Meishan Dharma Altar and destroy the Daxue Mountain Dharma within a limited time period of one month." True Lord Hei recited the decree loudly, and words floated out from it.
Qiu Ping's face turned even darker than Hei Zhenjun, and he was actually being serious.
Moreover, why is there an emphasis on "lifting on behalf of others" in the decree? Does this imply that one can be kicked off at any time before the probation period is over?
"Qiu Tiju? Still not accepting the decree?"
Seeing Qiu Ping's hesitation, Master Hei sent the decree in front of him.
"The lower official receives the decree."
Qiu Ping let out a long sigh and stretched out his hand to receive the decree.
Is there no one left in our Shinto? Why do you want to embarrass me?
Apart from anything else, it would be better for Qingzhou to randomly send an official of rank 5 or above than to do it himself.
"In this case, I would like to wish Qiu Ti a successful victory and an early promotion." Hei Zhenjun bowed his hands towards Qiu Ping, but although he said blessings in his mouth, his face remained rigid.
It was as if he didn't want Qiu Ping to win, but wanted Qiu Ping to die.
After Master Hei said that, his figure disappeared from where it was.
"well."
Qiu Ping let out a long sigh, I'm afraid I've offended someone from above, and they're trying to mess with me now.
I think I, Mr. Qiu, have always been kind to others, but I didn't expect that I was framed by a villain.
Come on, maybe this is reality.
Qiu Ping looked into the distance, his figure a little shabby.
"To receive...to receive a Meishan Dharma Altar? This is too big a gesture."
The old ghost on the side came closer and carefully studied the decree in Qiu Ping's hand, and even wanted to reach out and open it to take a look.
But this was a decree issued by King Minngling, and they did not dare to tamper with it.
"Congratulations to Qiu Tiju, congratulations to Qiu Tiju for being able to lead the Meishan Dharma Altar at such a young age. The future is limitless."
Although it was a bit outrageous that Little Loach commanded the Meishan Dharma Altar, when the old ghost thought of the other party's identity, he felt it was natural.
Anyone who can lead the Meishan Dharma Altar is the most trusted person by King Minngling. After all, this little loach is a relative of King Minngling's family.
"What is the Meishan Altar?" Ao Cang has never heard of this term, and there is no relevant information in his inheritance memory. This means that the Meishan Altar appeared not long ago.
"One hundred and twenty years ago, King Ming Ling gathered the Shinto troops and divided them into five divisions, namely [Teng Yun], [Zhao Wu], [Qing Lian], [Fu Guang] and [Meishan]."
"These five soldiers and horses are all elite Shinto soldiers and horses. It is said that each army has two guardians, thirteen divine generals, more than three hundred divine officials, and more than five thousand divine soldiers."
"These five armies, in addition to defending the imperial capital, also borrow techniques from practitioners and enjoy offerings from various families. As time goes on, they become stronger and stronger. Now that I have accumulated hundreds of years of savings, I don't know how powerful they are."
"Among them, [Meishan] is famous for its fighting techniques and formations."
The old ghost could not help but feel envious in his words.
These five soldiers and horses are usually hidden in the altar, but Shinto has made deals with some small spiritual sects and families. They only need each family to offer sacrifices and recite mantras to summon the five soldiers. The distraction of soldiers and horses helps to fend off the enemy.
This is equivalent to the fact that many small forces cannot support a team of magic soldiers of their own, so they "rent" magic soldiers from Shinto.
Shinto can also use this to train soldiers and save some resources for the training of divine soldiers. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
"Are you serious about this?"
The little loach's ears immediately stood up. He opened the decree in his hand again, and finally saw a simple altar texture under the decree.
With Qiu Ping's sensitivity to space, he naturally discovered that this place was actually a sealed space.
His palm lightly touched the decree, and then the space opened, and a three-story altar emerged from the void.
The three-story altar is interlocked with each other, showing a structure with the word "Pin". The word "Meishan" is written in sacred script in the middle. There are several flags on the left and right. The overall look is quite ancient.
"It really is the Meishan Dharma Altar, hahaha. I was lucky enough to see it once back then. The thirteen divine generals are all at the fourth level, the left and right guardians are all at the third level, and the remaining divine soldiers are all above the sixth level, some of them are With this help, the Snowy Mountains are no more than a chicken and a dog’s ears.”
When the old ghost saw the altar, he felt even more excited.
The little loach's eyes suddenly widened when he looked at the altar. A third-grade protector was on the same level as the Zhou Cheng Huang. At least he was a heavenly immortal. A higher level was not impossible.
As for the fourth-grade divine generals, there is a high probability that they will become immortals. At worst, they are also powerful characters among immortals.
Coupled with the remaining magic soldiers and officials, conquering the Snowy Mountains would be like playing for fun.
"Hahaha, let me tell you, I have always been kind to others and I am diligent in my work. How could the higher-ups deliberately make things difficult for me?"
Qiu Ping laughed loudly when he heard this, and pride suddenly rose in his heart. I have such elite soldiers under my command. Those monks are nothing more than chickens and dogs, and they are not worth mentioning.
Ao Cang looked at Qiu Ping with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. According to the old ghost, [Meishan] soldiers and horses flattening the snowy mountains is just like playing. This is almost a free effort.
I had always heard that Shinto preached impartiality and justice, but now it seems very dark.
"Okay, let's watch me summon soldiers and horses to flatten the snowy mountains."
Qiu Ping put his hand on the altar and recited the incantation.
"A wooden city was built in the east, a fire city was built in the south, a golden city was built in the west, a water city was built in the north, and an earth city was built in the center. Each commanded soldiers, distributed them in five directions, and set up camps..."
As he chanted, black smoke billowed up over the entire altar in an instant.
Then there was a strong wind all around, and the flags on the altar roared loudly.
Qiu Ping could only hear the neighing of fierce horses and the sound of trampling horse hooves in his ears, which made his blood boil.
"His."
Not long after, figures on horseback rushed out from the black smoke, and in an instant, a large area of void was occupied by darkness.
Five thousand soldiers and horses, all armed with spears, were arrayed in order. Their momentum was concentrated in one place, as if they were about to turn into billowing smoke, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
"Okay, okay, you are truly a great soldier."
Qiu Ping stood in front of the formation, feeling his body tremble and feeling heroic in his heart. These are the real elites.
With such soldiers and horses, I can conquer the world with them.
Ao Cang, who was on the side, was also jealous. Although his dragon clan's shrimp soldiers and crab generals were numerous, in terms of combat effectiveness, they were far inferior to the current army.
The most important thing is that there are four more such elite Shinto branches.
"I'm asking for the Dharma's decree today, and I hope the Dharma Protector will come out..."
Qiu Ping looked around, but he knew that these were just appetizers, and the real food was yet to come.
He continued to mutter, respectfully inviting the guardian Meishan and the divine general.
After Qiu Ping finished reading, black smoke billowed all around, strong winds blew, and then...
Then there was none.
"Could it be that the protector and the general didn't hear it?" Qiu Ping wondered. Could it be that his rank was too low and others thought he was not sincere enough?
After all, he is a great god of the third and fourth grades. If he is moved by just one sentence, wouldn't that mean he has no reputation?
The more Qiu Ping thought about it, the more it made sense, so he immediately shouted a few more times.
But still no response.
"I'm asking for the decree today, and I hope the Dharma Protector will come out... I hope the Dharma Protector will come out..." Qiu Ping continued to call, with a hint of pleading when he recited the incantation.
But what awaited him was still deathly silence.
"Pfft."
Ao Cang couldn't help laughing at the side. His greatest joy was when the little loach was embarrassed.
"Old ghost! Didn't you say there are protectors and divine generals? Where are the people?"
Qiu Ping grabbed the old ghost next to him and asked loudly.
"Um...well...maybe the Divine General and Protector is not at home."
The old ghost is also very embarrassed. If you ask me how I know, I also heard what others said.
Qiu Ping tried to take two deep breaths to calm down his somewhat excited mood. After all, he followed the middle-aged man and swept the floor, knowing that there was no use in worrying now.
"Okay, okay, the situation is not too bad now. King Minngling's decree said that I should complete the task within a month. Maybe the general and the protector will be back in two days."
Thinking of this, Qiu Ping felt much calmer.
"Well... the decree says 'within a month', it doesn't mean 'within a month'. King Ming Ling wants you to destroy the Snow Mountain this month." The old ghost huddled aside and reminded carefully, But he was afraid that Qiu Ping would beat him up, so he stayed away early.
"What's the date today?"
"November twenty-nine"
"Snapped."
The decree in Qiu Ping's hand fell to the ground.
…
"The Shinto is so crazy that they forced us to wait here. There will be disaster in the future!"
Compared with Qiu Ping's bleak mood, the side of Daxue Mountain seemed...even more bleak.
They paid the price of the death of a tenth-generation master, the destruction of an entire holy place, and even their other holy places suffered backlash. However, not only did they fail to cause harm to the Shinto, but they instead allowed the other party to gain immeasurable merit. This is simply a loss to Madam. Another defeat.
And they have learned that Shinto has dispatched an elite force to encircle and suppress them.
Although this magic weapon has not yet arrived, people in all the holy places are already panicking.
After seeing Shinto's unpredictable methods, many people have already cast a shadow on Shinto.
What's more, Daxueshan is no match for Shinto.
Daxueshan is a branch of Buddhism. Due to the difficulty of Buddhism preaching in the Central Plains Dynasty, they found a new way to preach among the barbarians in the North a long time ago.
Even in order to better enable the lower-class Hu people to understand the teachings, they also took the initiative to integrate some contents of the primitive religion of the North, forming the Daxueshan line of accumulating Taoism through reincarnation.
"Shinto will personally end this time. We are definitely no match. If we want to break the situation, we can only ask Paradise to take action."
In the first holy place in the Snowy Mountains, the Great Zi Zai Guang Ming De Land, a child of about seven or eight years old, but wearing the guru's yellow robe and with a sad and sallow face, spoke in a deep voice.
What didn't match his appearance was that his voice was full of vicissitudes of life, like an octogenarian.
This child is the master of the first holy land in the Snowy Mountains, Qiduo. He is also the only person in the Daxueshan lineage who has been reincarnated twelve times but still faces the mystery of the unborn child. Rumor has it that he was born as early as the tenth life. Half step into the realm of [Sravaka Bodhisattva].
Now I don’t know what level of cultivation he has.
The other monks were all silent. Now there was no other way but this.
"People inside, listen, you... you have been surrounded, come out quickly... come forward... oh no, come out and surrender..."
Not long after everyone in Daxue Mountain came to an agreement, they suddenly heard the sound of a formation coming from outside.
They just don't know why, but they feel that this voice is a bit lacking in confidence.
"The Shinto troops have arrived!"
The hearts of the monks sank. These Shinto soldiers arrived so quickly and urgently that they didn't even have time to move reinforcements.
The master of the First Holy Land, Qi Duo, stretched out his hand in the void and immediately saw the situation outside the small world.
Only black smoke can be seen above the void, and countless figures are suspended above the clouds. The soldiers and horses are connected in formations, gathering the power of many magic soldiers into one place, forming a black cloud overwhelming force.
But standing in front of the soldiers and horses were an old man with a ethereal figure and a lower body like a cloud of smoke, and a young man with two horns.
These two people were yelling at each other.
"That young man is only a monk. The old man's strength is not clear, but his soul is ethereal and his eyes are hidden, so his strength is not too high."
When the monks looked at these two people, their eyes changed.
These two people were so weak that they must be just bait, trying to trick them into leaving the Holy Land, and then take advantage of the situation to intercept and kill them.
Otherwise, no matter how arrogant Shinto is, it would be impossible for him to send out these two rookies.
"We must not be fooled by them, just stay here and don't go out." Since there is a scam outside, of course they cannot follow the enemy's wishes.
"No, you wait a moment and rush out after me, then scatter away."
Qi Duo stared at the scene outside for a long time, his eyes becoming firm.
"Master!"
Everyone's face was shocked. The master had a noble status, so how could he be involved in danger?
"You don't need to say anything. This small world cannot stop the attack of Shinto. I have to fight to the death to have a chance of survival."
Qi Duo closed his eyes slightly. The power of Shinto was too strong. In fact, no matter what choice they made, there was almost no way to survive.
All he could do was to let as many people escape as possible, and then wait until the masters from Elysium arrived before reorganizing the Snow Mountain.
As long as one person exists, the orthodoxy of Daxue Mountain will not be cut off.
There were tears in everyone's eyes. They had already seen that the master was determined to live and die, but at this moment they could only nod heavily.
"Walk!"
Qi Duo took a step forward, and in an instant, thousands of yellow clouds appeared around him, coating his body with a golden color.
Update, my flight at 8:30 has been delayed until now, and it will continue to be delayed. I’m so miserable.
(End of chapter)
