Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 310 The Peach Blossom Spring
Go back dozens of steps, suddenly see the light.The land is flat and open, and the houses are just like the genus of mulberry and bamboo in Liangtian Meike.The traffic in the rice paddies, chickens and dogs meet each other.Among them, the work and the clothes of men and women are all like outsiders.Yellow hair hangs down, and he is happy.

All of this is like a paradise described by Mr. Jingjie.

But on this day, two figures broke the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere of this world.

One of them was dressed in brocade and embroidered clothes, and there was a dragon jade pendant hanging on his waist, and he had an extraordinary appearance; the other was dressed in plain clothes and a white robe, with a clean head without a trace of hair, and also had delicate features.

The clothes of the two are very different from this place, and it seems that they have entered it by mistake. Just walking on the road will attract the attention of the villagers from time to time.

Not long after, an old man with gray hair but still full of energy greeted him.

He warmly greeted the two of them.

"My lords, esteemed guests, I don't know why you came to our poor village of Piling. The country people don't understand etiquette. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

"My humble servant, Sun Fuquan, is the village head of Sanghuai Village. If the two nobles don't dislike you, why don't you go and sit at the old man's house, so that we can show our friendship as landlords. I don't know what you two think? "

The old man still had a forced smile of humility and flattery on his face. From his tone, this person was the village head of Sanghuai Village.

It's just that the old man's kindness was not accepted by the two.

"Your Highness invited the poor monk here today, and why?"

Monk Sang Wo looked around, then slowly clasped his hands together, and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.

It turned out that these two people were Pei Miaode and the great monk Seng Wo who were traveling in modest clothes.

"Has the great monk not noticed yet?"

Pei Miaode, however, was not worried about attracting the attention of the surrounding villagers, pointing around with the folding fan in his hand, without any scruples.

"Sacrificing to someone other than what they sacrificed is called prostitution, and prostitution is no blessing."

"Your Highness, the poor monk knows that God has the virtue of good life, so let the poor monk give relief to all the donors."

Zen Master Sengwo looked around with a look of compassion.

Immediately, regardless of the fact that the loess on the ground would stain his plain monk robe, he just sat down cross-legged on the ground, and said in his mouth:
"Namo Amitabha Ye Dotagata Ye..."

A strange scene appeared.

Monk Sengwo's chanting sounded, and the faces of the surrounding villagers showed confusion and pain. The black air struggled to float out of their bodies, gathering in the air, and even the sky dimmed for several minutes.

Without waiting for any changes in the black air in the sky, Pei Miaode suddenly manifested his true form as a green lion, and four auspicious clouds rose from under his feet, supporting him to fly towards the dark clouds in the sky.

Even the monk Sengwo, who was reciting the mantra of passing away, was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.

With the chanting of the mantra of the past life, the sound spread throughout the village.

The pain on the faces of the villagers in Sanghuai Village gradually eased, replaced by the joy of being relieved, and the expression of gratitude to the monk Sengwo for freeing them from the sea of ​​suffering.

In just a moment, those figures gradually faded until they turned into specks of fluorescent light and dissipated between the sky and the earth.

In the sky, Pei Miaode looked coldly at the human figure that was blocked by him, and the black air gathered to prevent him from disturbing the monk Seng Wo who was sitting on the road and chanting sutras.

"I entertained you with good intentions, but you harmed the villagers under my protection, all of you deserve to die!"

At this moment, Sun Fuquan no longer had the honesty and simplicity of the old farmer just now, and stared at Pei Miaode who had turned into a green-haired lion with red blood eyes, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"You were never called Sun Fuquan. You were Zhang Zhen. You were the mountain god of Sanghuai Mountain who was granted by Emperor Jingyang Jinkou in the 21st year of Yuanzhi. hand!"

Pei Miaode roared like a lion, making a deafening sound.

After the fall of the Jing Dynasty, it split into small countries, and the Chetuo Kingdom, which inherited part of the land, naturally has corresponding records.

It was easy for Pei Miaode to find clues from some historical books hidden in the palace.

"You were born in Miaojue in the 13th year. You were a Jinshi at the age of 21. You have been an official for [-] years and have a good reputation. After your death, the local people spontaneously built a shrine for you in memory of you. Mountain God, even after death, you are still guarding this land."

But when Pei Miaode changed the subject, his tone became sharper.

"But look what you've done now!"

"At that time, there was great chaos, and you knew that you could not protect these people with your own strength, so you came up with an idea. You have read a lot of methods in the book, you can refine people into living creatures with memories. corpse."

Without the divine power granted by the imperial court, the gods can no longer rely on the luck of the dynasty to resist the erosion of the power of incense and fire. They may barely be able to maintain it for five or ten years. After a long time, their personality will become extreme and eccentric.

Without the righteousness of the court, the dignified mountain god of Sanghuai Mountain has become a so-called prostitution and evil sacrifice.

"Sacrificing to someone other than what they sacrificed is called prostitution, and prostitution is no blessing."

This is Pei Miaode's emotion to the monk Sengwo before leaving, and it is not a summary of Zhang Zhen's life.

"You think that as long as the villagers become living corpses, no one will die in the war."

"The 350 people in Sanghuai Village died just because of your one thought, and even after death, there is no peace, and they will be trapped in this increasingly decaying body for life after life."

"Even the embroidered clothes guards I sent became part of these people. Is this also your doing good deeds?"

"You might as well take a closer look, there is no other paradise!"

A blue light appeared in Pei Miaode's eyes, and then he swept across the village, everything changed suddenly, the good fields and beautiful pools became a wasteland, and even the houses became graves.

Zhang Zhen grabbed his hair and screamed in pain.

"No, you're lying, I've already calculated that after the event is completed, you only need to connect the water and soil here with the aura of Sanghuai Mountain, and you can turn this place into a heavenly blessing, and all people can live forever, you are lying to me! "

"Extraterrestrial demons die to me!"

Zhang Zhen's eyes were suddenly covered by a cloud of gray, and he muttered in his mouth that all this was a hoax. He stretched out his sharp claws and was about to kill Pei Miaode. There was still a faint black light on his fingertips, and he was obviously stabbed. Nothing good.

"Stubborn!"

Pei Miaode snorted coldly, and immediately held the seal with both hands, and the wreath on his body also emitted a burst of Buddha light, continuously melting the billowing black mist on Zhang Zhen's body.

The black mist seemed to be particularly afraid of the Buddha's light, and Zhang Zhen let out a painful wailing sound after only a little bit of it, like a wounded beast, running as far as it could go at once.

The eyes looking at Pei Miaode were also a little more frightened.

(End of this chapter)