Shengjing City.
As Yang Fan's manifestation of the "Bodhisattva of Secret Wisdom and Wisdom" descended, an invisible undercurrent was completely formed. The situation between the shaman gods and the secret sect suddenly became tense and tense.
Yang Fan was sitting in the small temple, holding the "Strong" magical power fruit he had obtained before in his hand.
When he saw this object, the Bear God's expression changed slightly, but Yang Fan didn't care. Instead, he said with a smile: "I said I picked this up, do you believe it?"
"...Believe, believe."
The bear god replied quickly, secretly criticizing his hypocrisy.
It was obviously you who killed Hercules Longge and took away the opponent's magical power fruit, but now you say you picked it up. How can such a good thing in the world be such a good thing? Well, the matter of them sweating to pick up the dragon's veins doesn't count.
"Oh, it seems you don't believe it!"
Yang Fan deliberately hit the Bear God, glanced at the Bear God, and shook his head, looking quite disappointed.
Turning his head to look at the ice and snow outside, he suddenly changed the topic and said quietly: "In such a cold weather, people are prone to getting sick. It would be great if I could eat bear paws to replenish my body..."
As he spoke, he gently patted the Bear God twice.
"..."
Bear God's expression instantly froze, and his whole person felt bad at that time.
"Old Bear, I was a little distracted just now. I couldn't understand the deep meaning of my master's words. It's really because Old Bear is not mature enough. From now on, I must follow my master and serve him carefully, and always understand the spirit of our Lord!"
He quickly put on a flattering expression, corrected his thoughts, and said seriously: "After all, master, you are a god of fortune and wisdom. You are full of fortune and wisdom, so you can naturally have luck that ordinary people like us cannot have! Don't say that it is. If you pick up the magical power fruit, it will be a matter of course for you to become a Buddha and become an ancestor one day and control the divine weapon of luck!"
"Only those who believe in me, the Buddha, can have eternal life!"
With a pious expression on his honest face, the Bear God prostrated himself in front of Yang Fan.
"hehe."
Hearing what the Bear God said, Yang Fanfang showed a satisfied expression, "It seems that you really have wisdom and are destined to be my Buddha. You won't eat bear paws today."
However, the Bear God is also a ruthless person.
Although he usually behaves stupidly, he still has some ruthlessness and courage at critical moments.
"Look at Old Bear, I'll give you a little shock to your soul."
Click.
The bear god actually used his palm as a sword, and cut off the fattest forepaw with obvious palm flowers in one blow. Then, regardless of the blood flowing, he worshiped it in front of Yang Fan with one hand.
"Since this palm can nourish my lord's body, it is considered a blessing from heaven. Old bear, I worship my lord Buddha for the source of his fortune and may he be prosperous forever."
The Bear God worshiped again, with a more pious look on his face.
"My Buddha is compassionate..."
Yang Fan's expression froze, showing an unbearable look. He looked at the bloody bear paw in front of him and sighed, "...Take it off..."
After a pause, he changed the topic and said, "Remember, I love braised food."
"……yes."
The Bear God wanted to show off, but he didn't expect that Yang Fan would be so unruly and still eat braised food. He cursed in his heart and went to the back kitchen of the small temple to make bear paws.
Yang Fan glanced at his back.
With all your little thoughts, I can't cure you?
After teasing his mount, Yang Fan continued to observe the "Dali" magical power in his hand. After replicating it with the "Thousand Changes" magical power, he discovered the limitations of this magical power.
Although it seems that he can surge out five times the physical power, in fact, there is a ceiling, and it is much lower than the ceiling of his prison-suppressing magical power of 3,300 levels of heavenly power.
"It's actually no more than 200 levels of heavenly power..."
If a person with forty levels of heavenly power obtains this magical power, once he has mastered it, his strongest power can reach two hundred levels of heavenly power in a short period of time!
However, if a strong man who is at the peak of the divine realm with 128th level of heavenly power obtains it, then the highest power that can be exerted is still 200th level of heavenly power!
This is the limit of this magical power!
"However, it is enough to train elites in batches."
Anyway, just like picking it up for free, Yang Fan naturally wouldn't have too high requirements for this magical power.
Even if it is blessed with divine power in the same way as Hercules Longo before, allowing his elite men to gain two or three times the strength bonus, it is enough to cause great destructive power on the battlefield.
After all, war is not simply a battle of strength.
Weapons, logistics, tactics, etc. can all affect the outcome of a battle.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan put away the magical power fruit, left a fake body in the temple to receive worship, and then went out looking like a young monk.
First he killed the Hercules Longo, and then subdued the Bear God as his mount. He also wanted to go out to explore the reality of shamanism.
Although you won’t get dumped in Shengjing City, you still have to be on guard!
After all, my family knows their own business.
The reason why he is safe and sound now is because Nurhaci misunderstood his identity in the Tantric Cult, so he had a certain degree of connivance!
Once the identity is exposed, the other party may be the first to kill him.
Even besieged by multiple parties.
"However, this Bodhisattva of Secret Wisdom and Wisdom is still a hidden danger! Once it descends, this threat must be eliminated as soon as possible!"
Fortunately, Yang Fan had swallowed up an incarnation of the opponent before and lit up one-third of the opponent's shadow in the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong" sacred treasure. If this was used as an anchor point, as long as the opponent descended, it would not be able to escape his induction!
"You come, or you don't come, I'll be here, neither sad nor happy."
"Come into my arms, or let me kill you in your temple."
"Assault in silence, rejoice in silence."
As long as he moves faster, the opponent may not be able to escape his attack!
This is also the reason why Yang Fan dares to show up as the other party openly.
A restaurant, by the window on the third floor.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
Yang Fan clasped his hands together, looked back at a temple not far away, turned to look at the waiter beside him, and said, "Give the poor monk another ten kilograms of beef and two kilograms of burning knives."
"yes!"
The waiter responded and went down quickly.
After a while, with a shout, the waiter came closer with a plate: "Sir, please use your beef and Shaodaozi wine slowly!"
"etc."
Yang Fan stretched out his hand to stop the waiter.
"Sir, do you have any other orders?"
The waiter nodded and bowed, with a flattering smile on his face.
Yang Fan smiled, pointed to the temple not far away, and asked: "The poor monk saw that the temple was quite magnificent and large in scale, but he didn't know what kind of gods it was enshrined in?"
As he spoke, he threw a piece of silver into Xiao Er's arms.
"Your Majesty, this is the right person to ask!"
The waiter's eyes lit up, and he pinched the silver ingot with his hand under his sleeve. After confirming that it was real silver, his smile became more flattering, "That is the temple of God Tianxu!"
"It is said that it only took more than ten years for it to recover, but it has done many major things, implemented reforms, encouraged farming and war, and even the Manchu script we use now has a lot to do with that god!"
"Not to mention, the God of Tianxu also controls the righteousness of heaven and earth, runs the order of heaven, controls rituals, determines all actions, distinguishes relatives from distance, and distinguishes distance from near..."
Listening to the waiter talking more and more, Yang Fan's expression became more and more solemn.
Why do these words sound so familiar?
