Chapter 250 Unexpected Visitor and Tool Monk

Author: Stupid Rabbit

Chapter 250 Unexpected Visitor and Tool Monk

A moment ago, the Fan monks were convinced that the other party would retreat. Even if they did not hand over the gold and silver treasures, it would not matter. As long as they reported the matter to the garrison afterwards, the upper echelons of Daliao would naturally blame the weak Song Dynasty for this matter.

From their understanding of the Song Dynasty in the south, compensation is almost certain.

It's just that they, who should have given up everything, now can only pick up the leftovers that leaked out from the fingers of the big shots.

God?

So what about gods!

The Central Plains has always attached great importance to rules. In addition, the emperors took turns in the past. The chaotic situation that came to my house this year almost frightened the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty. Starting from the sudden death of Song Taizu, they began to suppress dissidents, gather power, and prepare

Restoring the imperial power.

Release of military power over a glass of wine was a program performed by the Song Taizu who died suddenly to relieve the power of military commanders.

Nowadays, in the Song Dynasty, the raging campaign of cutting down mountains and destroying temples is another move of the new Emperor of the Song Dynasty in order to centralize power - while purging the monsters and monsters, he also purges those who have a bad opinion of the Song Dynasty.

Let's deal with it together, and then allocate the vacated territory to the monks and Taoists, and to the gods and earth.

Of course, the gods and earthly beings who have been famous for a long time may not care about recognition from the Song Dynasty, but what about rewards? Add a few more precious words to the long names of gods, so that the Taoist monks can praise them even higher.

If they want to be promoted manually, I don’t believe they won’t be tempted.

As for the wasted national fortune, who cares?

From the perspective of means, it is very shrewd to attack a group and pull a group. Most of the wise monarchs of various dynasties have done similar things, but some are gentler than the Song emperors, and some are more violent.

The behavior is not wrong.

The mistake was that Kyushu had not yet been unified. Except for the sea in the east, which had no neighbors, there were tigers and wolves in the south, west, and north of the Song Dynasty, eager to pounce and tear them apart at any time.

And the reason why they stood still was that, except for those who lacked strength, most of the rest were waiting - waiting for the Song Dynasty to bleed more harshly, and waiting for it to become weaker.

Prey before death is the easiest and most delicious.

Of course, those who can be used as scouts are basically low-level monks. Even if they are smart enough, their vision is not enough to judge so many things. These are just what I heard from the elders and abbots in the temple talking to each other.

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However, according to the judgment of these wise men, the gods of the Song Dynasty were almost too busy to take care of themselves, so how could they have time to cause trouble for others. The key was that from beginning to end, they did not realize how the monk died.

"Crazy!"

"Must be crazy!"

This damn god feels like he has no hope of survival and is seeking death!

It doesn't matter if you want to die yourself, but they are still young, have not experienced the world of mortals, and have not enjoyed the beauty of the Song Dynasty girls who are said to be like water, how can they die here so easily.

The next moment, Monk Fan came back to his senses from the horrifying scene of his companion being beheaded. While shouting, he took out a gilt red copper bell from his arms and shook it vigorously.

And as the metal projectiles in the gilt copper bell shook, a crisp impact sound came out from the copper bell, and in the blink of an eye, the sound was transmitted for dozens of miles.

At the same time, on the vast grassland in the distance, human-shaped small black dots suddenly appeared one after another. After looking here for a few times, except for a few leaving figures, the others The scout teams hidden everywhere began to gather here.

In addition to more monks dressed the same as a few Ban monks, there were also a small group of Liao cavalry, many of whom had faces from the Central Plains.

Zhang Ke even sensed some auras belonging to the earth creatures. Unlike those doves occupying magpie nests, the auras on their bodies are very pure. In other words, when these are activated throughout the body, those who come to help are the real mountain gods and earth creatures. .

At the same time, several Buddhist monks who were lucky enough to survive were reciting the Diamond Sutra. As the sutras were recited, some mottled golden spots appeared on their bodies, and a thick, solemn aura came from them. emanating from the body.

Although their main method of practice is not the Diamond Sutra, they are treating a dead horse like a living horse. Reinforcements are gathering. It would be the worst to die now.

Several monks looked nervously at Zhang Ke above their heads.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and he didn't dare to wipe it away, so he cautiously retreated back.

At this time, a breeze suddenly blew on the grassland, gently blowing over the body and bringing a long-lost cool feeling. The hot sweat on the neck finally found a solution.

But after they took a few steps back, they found that under the breeze, the sweat on their necks not only showed no sign of drying up, but instead flowed more and more vigorously. The hot sweat flowed along the skin and into the clothes, quickly soaking the entire monk's robes. .

It was only then that the monks realized something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to lower their heads to check.

But with just such a lowering of the head, their heads were separated from their shoulders and hit the ground with a "boom!"

Their heads were lying upside down and smashed into the ground. They couldn't figure out when exactly their heads were missing. But without the supply of their bodies, relying only on their brains would never be able to answer the question!

And the hot blood that had been suppressed by the head for a long time, after losing the weight, spewed directly into the sky several meters high, forming a series of blood arrows, which was spectacular!

After several monks transformed into artificial fountains, the gathering scouts were slightly disturbed for a while, and soon changed their direction. Although they were still gathering, they were not in the same hurry as before, and the gathering location was also changed several times. land.

It was almost reaching the boundary of Zhang Ke's activity range.

In response to this, Zhang Ke frowned. Instead of running away, he was still preparing to gather together. They were enemies, so there was nothing to say!

It's just a momentary change of mood.

The gentle breeze beside him became violent. The withered yellow grassland was instantly bent by the strong wind, and the grass was clinging to the ground. But the wind elves who were hidden in the wind were now revealed. .

Like a pair of transparent knives that were laid sideways, they were quickly pushed over from a height of one meter above the ground. First came the two-legged monks and the Central Plains faces, and then the scout cavalry on horseback.

They relied on their horses to avoid being beheaded immediately. After the horse fell down, they also followed the opponent's footsteps. Moreover, when the horses were beheaded earlier, their legs were cut in half from the ankles, and they did not escape at all. opportunity.

Only a few lucky people, under the forewarning of some kind of blessing, subconsciously crouched down and avoided death.

"Amitabha, I have met fellow Taoist!"

For those individuals who squatted down to escape, Zhang Ke did not eradicate the roots. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the same height as himself. Here, a man was holding a tin staff and wearing 108 large rosary beads around his neck. Although he looked quite young and handsome, he was

A young monk who gave people a sense of the profoundness of Buddhism appeared out of thin air.

Behind the monk, there is a door that is slowly closing. From the gap in the door that has not yet been completely closed, you can see a world of golden light.

Noticing Zhang Ke's gaze, the young monk raised the corners of his mouth slightly, moved his steps, and revealed the door behind him.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't stop the Lingshan gate from closing, he wouldn't even mind leaning against the gate to let the other party take a second look.

Only when you see a higher depth can you understand your own insignificance. Only when you have a glimpse of the true Buddha can you have devout faith.

"The little monk is dishonest!"

Noticing the other party's small movements, Zhang Ke immediately looked away.

Just by looking at the glittering golden light and the almost overflowing Buddhist dharma, you can tell that what is behind the door is probably the headquarters of the Buddhist sect. I just don’t know what level it is, but Zhang Ke is not curious. Who will he cry to if he is abducted?

go?

And just after Zhang Ke looked away, the door, which had only opened for one person to pass through the gap, closed completely and made a clanging sound.

Then, the pure gold portal gradually disappeared into the depths of the space and disappeared, as if it were placed in the water waves.

Seeing this, a trace of undetectable regret flashed in the young monk's eyes.

A little, just a little!

Even if you just glance at it, the existence behind the door can use this glance to pull out a line of cause and effect. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but with fate, many things will become less difficult. You know, what I am best at is

Encourage people to do good!

It's a pity that such a good insertion opportunity was not seized, and without the help of all the people in Lingshan, it is too difficult to do it with just Fahai as an alternative Arhat. But once you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait for the next time

, I don’t know if I can find such a God-given opportunity again.

You must know that the affiliated worlds of Kyushu are like the stars in the galaxy, endless. It is too difficult to find a small person among the thousands of stars. That's it. On weekdays, you still have to face many things.

Interference from unexpected factors, either accidentally, two mountains suddenly appeared next to Lingshan Mountain, or the mountain was blocked by heavy fog.

This time, I still managed to catch up with Zhang Tianshi's young disciple.

But don’t be fooled by this thing!

He didn't even take a curious look at the secret realm of Lingshan. It was too difficult for a quasi-Arhat to force a land creature with a title just waiting for the gate to close.

But no matter how difficult it was, he could only grit his teeth and endure it, trying to complete the decrees of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Otherwise, if he failed to complete the task, he would not be able to return to Lingshan.

After all, this world has developed to the Song Dynasty.

There was not much time left before his catastrophe, and he didn't want to continue to be entangled with that white snake. The other party had already become an immortal, and their story had been happily compiled into the Legend of the White Snake, while he was still lingering on the threshold of the Arhat.

Reincarnating again and again, perfecting one's own binding for the other party, just thinking about it gives the monk a headache.

Temporarily abandoning the worries in his heart, the smile on young Fahai's face became a little more friendly: "Why do fellow Taoists need to be so cautious? I, the Buddha, also need people to do so themselves. If you, the Taoist, don't want me, I, the Buddha, will not force you to do so.

Yu Si!”

"It's a pity that I couldn't take a look at the secret realm of my Buddhist Lingshan Mountain, fellow Taoist!"

Fa Hai had a look of regret on his face, and at the same time he couldn't help observing Zhang Ke's expression.

And his words were not private. The moment the words "Lingshan" appeared, ripples appeared on the ground below, and then, figures emerged from the ground beneath their feet.

Among them, some were kind-looking rich old men with a stooped figure and holding a cane; some were stout, like mountain people, or simply half-human with an animal head on their head.

Dozens of figures appeared on the ground, and the Liao scouts who had escaped the disaster looked up at the sky, especially the space behind Fahai.

But they are destined to be disappointed.

The door appeared for only three to five seconds, as if it was just to deliver Fa Hai and give it a try, and then retreat decisively without any hesitation after seeing no gains.
To be continued...