Naturally, Yang Fan didn't know that the Yamantaka he killed was not transformed by the spirit of one monk, but hundreds of thousands of monks!
The destruction of the Yamantaka directly led to the Bodhisattva Secret Wisdom and Wisdom personally descending to the next world to fight for the chance to become a Buddha, do it again, and settle everything.
At this moment, after disposing of the monk's body, he left the Fengzhe tribe directly and headed towards Shengjing, the center of the Shaman Qing Dynasty.
The further he walked, the more solemn his expression became.
Not only because of the shaman gods and Tantric Yellow Sect gods and Buddhas enshrined here, but also because a huge number of settlements and city systems have been formed here!
Except for a few small tribes and some tribes near Youzhou who still maintain the herding lifestyle, it seems that important towns have been established in the back, which are big cities!
The point is, these cannot be built in a short period of time.
At a rough glance, it may have taken at least ten, or even twenty years of construction to achieve such a huge scale!
Moreover, Yang Fan also saw a large number of Han people living here.
They not only taught local tribal knowledge, but also taught them various skills, especially farming and iron smelting. This undoubtedly greatly solidified the foundation of the Shaman Qing Dynasty!
"Um?"
Just when Yang Fan was about to continue moving forward, he suddenly saw a huge cloud of smoke and dust rising, and the sound of horseshoes vibrating could be clearly heard dozens of miles away.
After waiting for a moment, the cavalry like a long dragon roared past, and the military atmosphere enveloped hundreds of miles!
"It's Qing soldiers!"
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, "Are you planning to go to the front line?"
Compared with the orderly Ming army, the Qing soldiers were more ferocious, with a sense of wild and untamed arrogance.
And Yang Fan also noticed some unique people among the cavalry, whose bodies were vaguely shrouded in divine light. Obviously, these were the divinely chosen warriors among the shamans of the Qing Dynasty!
Baturu!
"The body of the gods descended and used the power of the gods for their own use..."
This kind of cultivation method is obviously exclusive to shamans in the Qing Dynasty. However, in this way, this person will undoubtedly be deeply bound to shamanism!
Invisibly, you will become a fan of shamanism!
Yang Fan watched the army leave and did not choose to destroy it in advance.
After all, he needs to use these people to temper the people of Fangshan Realm, and he also needs Chu Lianxin to gain military exploits. Only through consumption can he eat away at the Qing Dynasty bit by bit!
"This is……"
Just when Yang Fan was about to approach Shengjing, a blazing brilliance seemed to shine in front of his eyes, covering the sky and the earth, shooting straight into the sky like fire!
This is...the power of Qi and blood!
Moreover, it is mixed with the strong power of imperial order, and a huge dragon shadow can be vaguely seen winding around in the firelight, sometimes roaring upward to the sky, and the majesty revealed is even more shocking in all directions!
Nurhachi!
Lord of the Qing Dynasty!
Yang Fan immediately realized the identity of this person. I am afraid that only this person has such a powerful aura and dragon spirit!
Compared with Zhu Gaoyan, who was deep and reserved, this person showed his strength without any secret. His majestic energy and blood almost enveloped the entire Shengjing City!
"Martial arts, human immortality..."
Four words came out of Yang Fan's mouth.
Even if he stood hundreds of miles away, the reflection of his eyes showed that huge and blazing fire, which faintly stung his eyes!
Moreover, unlike Zhu Yunwen, who was half-waste, and unlike Zhou He, who only had the corpse form of the Buddha, the Nurhaci in front of him represented a martial arts immortal in his prime, the Lord of the Qing Dynasty!
With such power, even if Zhao Kuangyi comes, he will have to stay away!
"How awesome!"
Yang Fan let out a long breath.
However, he did not give up this opportunity. He tightened the Baifu knot on his tight body and walked towards Shengjing City.
After paying the city gate tax, he successfully entered the big city.
After entering, the bustling scene hits your face.
The spacious street, the lively crowd, and the shops on both sides of the street were all open. From here, Yang Fan saw the silk and satin from the south, and also saw the pearl agate from overseas.
Salt, iron, grain and other embargoed materials can all be seen here.
Even some Far West merchants and Han merchants could be seen. They were protected by a large number of guards and soon disappeared from Yang Fan's sight.
"Sure enough, businessmen pursue profits! It is simply a fool's errand to expect them to give up their interests and submit to national justice!"
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and then disappeared.
After all, along the way, he had seen too many people like this, and some of them were even prepared to bet on both ends and take it all!
"Right now, it's time to find a place to settle down."
Yang Fan followed the strategy he had thought up before and walked around the city before leaving the city. Not long after, a young monk entered Shengjing City again, named Brahma.
"I am the Buddha with mercy."
After Yang Fan changed his appearance, he obviously found that there were fewer vigilant glances. Especially after he revealed a faint Buddha light, he received a lot of awe-inspiring looks.
Based on the points he had made in the city before, Yang Fan soon came to a small remote temple. This was a temple of the Tantric Yellow Sect, which contained a sinister aura.
He opened the door, and not long after, a middle-aged monk with a ferocious look and a sad face opened the door.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged monk frowned and looked at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan clasped his hands together: "The poor monk Brahma is originally a wandering monk and plans to stay here..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, the door was slammed shut by the middle-aged monk: "I won't borrow it! I won't open your eyes and see, this is the Yellow Sect Tantric Sect, not your monk temple!"
"..."
Yang Fan's face darkened, I'm here to rob you, how dare you close the door?
However, just when he was about to break in, the middle-aged monk suddenly opened the door again, changing his fierce expression and instead showing a smile.
"Oh, it's my fault, I was rude just now, don't be offended!"
"You heard this young master just said that he was planning to stay overnight, right! There are already meals prepared inside, come in quickly, come in quickly!"
The contrast between the other party's performance before and after was so great that Yang Fan couldn't help but smile.
Especially when he felt the steel knife that the other party had just obtained and hidden behind his back, his smile became even deeper.
"The poor monk just came in!"
Yang Fan stepped in.
The middle-aged monk put one hand behind his back, closed the door, and then showed a sinister smile: "It just so happens that our small temple is preparing to welcome the Bodhisattva to descend and appear. Even if there are less blood sacrifices, you, the monk, deserve your luck!"
Uh-huh!
As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed the back of Yang Fan's neck with a knife!
Bang!
Click!
However, the steel knife slashed hard on the back of Yang Fan's neck, but there was not even a white mark visible. Instead, a counter-shock force shook the steel knife in the middle-aged monk's hand into pieces.
Only then did Yang Fan turn his head.
"What you just said, I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"
Put your hands together and look kind.
However, the white teeth he showed made the middle-aged monk panic.
