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Chapter 244 [Emperor of the Nine Ruins] [Mr. Qingshan Banlan]

It was cold and windy, and the sky was dark.

Dark blue and green, between two mountains.

As night approached, green smoke suddenly rose from the small town of Qingshilei, smashing through the mountains.

"who?!"

On the simple watchtower made of rough branches and dead leaves, Zhang Bai held a longbow in his hand, and looked down coldly at the group of yellow, emaciated and ragged victims under the tree.

In troubled times, everything should be cautious.

There is no lack of "young and strong" in this group of people in front of them. If they are not in order, they are bandits and bandits.

Still be careful.

After a simple judgment, Zhang Baiqi waved his hand, and shadows flickered in the surrounding clouds and bushes.

"Sand, sand, sand..."

The next moment, one after another dark green "small lamps" were lit, and strange howls sounded from the mountains.

"White horse, it's me!"

Someone shouted from under the tower.

Zhang Baiqi looked down, and through the dim sky, he could vaguely see his cousin Zhang Jiaoniu standing outside the town supporting an old man.

"Brother Niu?"

Zhang Baiqi lowered the tip of the arrow, borrowed the power of the yellow scarf to break through the night, carefully looked at this group of people, and saw many familiar faces.

"White horse..." It was an old man with scars on his face who spoke at this time: "Fire the arrows, I will lead the villagers to join you."

Zhang Baiqi didn't dare to be negligent when he heard the words, and stretched out his hand to draw a "sounding arrow" from the quiver.

It is said to be "sounding arrows", but in fact it is to tie a certain kind of shy and sharp-sounding rat to the arrow, and shoot it into the sky, resounding for ten miles.

Very interesting invention, quite simple wisdom.

"pinch!"

So, after a scream, the original Aomori town suddenly burst into flames.

The crowd of men and horses with yellow scarves on their heads, holding torches in one hand, and dragging hoes, shovels, sickles, wedge knives and other agricultural tools horizontally in the other hand, came in a surge.

The old man in the lead couldn't help but tremble after seeing the face of the visitor: "Second brother?"

"Six-three." With Zhang Jiaoniu's support, the old man with bruises straightened up, and said in a low voice: "Something has entered the town, so I can only come to you."

Zhang Liusan's lips trembled when he heard the words, and he stood there for a long time before choking out a sentence: "Come in."

Then he turned his head, leaned on a walking stick, and walked slowly towards the town.

That person just now was his second brother.

The same father and the same mother have different fates.

The second elder brother, Zhang Wuer, has been digging food in the fields since he was a child, and he doesn't trust immortal masters and strangers.

And when he was a teenager, he was chosen as an attendant by an immortal master, and he traveled all year round in mountains, seas and rivers, naturally worshiping that unparalleled divine power.

It's okay to see something differently.

But the arrival of "Master Shijie" completely broke this peace.

Zhang Wuer believes that this group of "meat eaters" is moody and cannot be trusted.

Entrusting the people of the tribe to this kind of person is tantamount to opening the door on a snowy night and letting wild animals into the house.

It is unwise to know whether it is a wolf or a dog.

Several times of persuasion failed, so they simply led some clansmen to find a relatively safe and secluded place near the small town to reclaim the land. The communication has not been interrupted in these years, and they even exchanged food in the year of the catastrophe.

Although there have been some storms in the past few decades, there has always been no danger.

Until not long ago, a war of gods broke out in the secret realm, and the aftermath of terror awakened the spirits and wild ghosts hiding in the mountains.

As a result, the gathering places of the human tribes in the hundreds of thousands of green hills were dimly lit at night, and as far as the eye could see, they were all mountain spirits who broke into the village and entered the town.

In the small town led by Zhang Wuer, a "ghost king" broke in on a cold and rainy night.

The old man's ability to live to be dozens of years old in this vast mountain is naturally not due to luck, he also has some good things in his hands, and he also has some survival wisdom.

Relying on a few rusty knives and knowledge of ghosts, he led his clansmen and villagers to raid hundreds of miles for several days, and finally touched Shijie Town.

Frightened and frightened, he fled for his life all the way. During the period, the white fog lingered and the rain continued, and he didn't even bother to check people.

Now that he entered the town, he felt a little more at ease, so Zhang Wuer hurriedly asked Zhang Jiaoniu to go over and find someone.

There were 370 people left when they set off, but after several days of raiding, there were less than 200 people left.

"Ugh."

Zhang Wuer sighed heavily.

He knew very well in his heart that a group of "ant people" who have no power to crush stones, walking among the hundreds of thousands of green hills, survived one out of ten, which is a great blessing.

More than half of the townspeople he leads are left, and his luck is already a little weird.

"Ok?"

Zhang Wuer suddenly realized something was wrong.

Hastily raised a hand that was withered like bark, signaling the villagers to stop.

Zhang Liusan, who was guarding outside the second line of defense in Shijie Town, watched this scene quietly, his old and cloudy eyes were full of thoughts.

Zhang Wuer is not stupid, nor is he a fool.

In other words, all of them are smart people who can live in these [-] green hills for decades.

Zhang Liusan is actually a very thoughtful person, he doesn't act rashly, and always likes to watch before doing things.

Just like before, he also noticed layers of doubts on the "Yellow Robe Taoist".

But he didn't yell like a young man, or like some middle-aged people who have nothing to do with superficial kung fu, they go to the small temple to ask for the guardian deity of Gao Xianshi behind their backs.

Instead, on the premise of ensuring the safety of the townspeople, he silently observed the Taoist's words and deeds, and found that he was really a good person.

Although it is not as "nothing to ask for" as it seems on the surface, it is just a Taoist temple and devout beliefs, and they can still afford it.

In other words, this is the truth.

In the world, only really good parents do things for their children without expecting anything in return.

As the Taoist himself said: "When the world is prosperous, it is all for profit; when the world is crowded, it is all for profit."

There are plenty of hard-working people in Jingdi. Compared with them, Shijie Town can even be considered lucky.

Taoist Taiping claims to have traveled thousands of miles and has seen a lot, so how could he pay so much for a lucky town for no reason?
You can imagine with a hair, he must have a plan.

In this regard, he hardly concealed it, but the townspeople were impressed by his "charisma of personality", who was simple and innocent, but after a few incidents such as running water, changing his name, bean sprout soup, eliminating famine, and mayflies shaking trees, he completely lost his mind , Subconsciously ignored these.

This can be regarded as the tacit understanding between him and the great virtuous teacher.

Don't panic when things happen, just observe calmly.

With only one Taoist temple and constant incense, he seeks a patron saint for the descendants of the deceased and the juniors in the family, and seeks a bright future for the town. This is Zhang Liusan's wisdom.

Such a wise man would not easily let people into the town before dark.

It is nothing more than using words and deeds to stabilize the visitors and lure them into Shijie's pocket array.

In this way, if it is really an old friend, it is safer to enter the outskirts of the town than outside; if there is a problem, it is easier to deal with the enemy by attacking from all sides.

Seeing that the old man, who was not sure if it was his second brother, had a different expression, Zhang Liusan waved his hand to let the young people in the village scatter around.

The warriors of the yellow turban were hidden in the clouds and mist, and the black smoke of more than ten Yin soldiers swept across.

The soldiers are strong and the horses are strong, all of them staring at each other.

"Six-Three! Get the juniors and folks to disperse! Maybe something is following us!"

Zhang Wuer suddenly roared, and after he finished shouting, he couldn't stop coughing.

He couldn't help but patted his chest and asked Zhang Jiaoniu to bring him and spread out the more than 100 people slightly to avoid being caught in a pot.

Seeing this scene, the shadow hidden in the rusty knife couldn't sit still anymore. After a sinister smile, it turned into a ghost and flew across the air.

"A very angry camp."

"Shijie Town... I don't know who wrote it?"

What was a little surprising was that the so-called "ghost king" didn't yell and kill as soon as he came out, but showed a mind that was not weaker than human beings, and his behavior, words and deeds were quite logical.

"Taiping Taoist, great virtuous teacher!"

Zhang Baiqi held a long-handled ax in both hands, and replied coldly: "My Taoist priest has profound magic power, can attract thunder from the sky, destroy corpses, ghosts, monsters, beasts like mountains and famines, and those who are sensible should leave quickly."

"Famine beast? What kind of thing is this?"

The long hair is wet and hangs down to the waist, the crown of the blood pillar is crowned on the head, and the ghost king is wearing a black and red dragon robe, a pair of peach blossom eyes without white eyes, like black beads. In the mid-empty red coffin, one foot naturally fell down.

The skin is blue and black, and the expression is gloomy.

"Let that Taoist Taiping come out to see Gu. If he can't see anyone for half a quarter of an hour, Gu will make a move."

The unknown ghost king narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was ruthless.

"My Taoist priest is retreating in the quiet room, I'm afraid I won't be able to see my lord."

Zhang Liusan said lightly.

"Can't see? That orphan is going to kill someone."

Fingers with sharp nails extended across the blade, and the gaze of the so-called "ghost king" became more and more fierce.

"My Taoist priest has a bad temper. How could such a remnant soul dare to use force in front of the true god?! I'm really not afraid of being cramped and skinned, and I won't enter the Nine Markets for the rest of my life?!"

Zhang Baiqi yelled lightly, his eyes glared, and he acted like he was about to make a move in the next second, and if he couldn't beat him, he would call his parents, which frightened the ghost king so that he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Gu Nai is the Lord of Qingshan Banlan under the command of the Great Emperor of the Nine Ruins—Yin Zun, who is in charge of Duyao Yinshang."

"The newborns born in the past two years are of different ages. They are all incarnations of evil spirits and ghosts. If they stay in the town for a long time, they will definitely cause disaster."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of thick books from his bosom, flipped through the pages, and read coldly: "Hurry up and send the child out, even to your Daoist Taiping, Gu also said the same thing..."

"Just now I was talking harshly, but now I know that my family is not easy to mess with, so I come here."

Zhang Bai rode under the guard of two yellow-turban wrestlers, and took a few steps forward: "Listen! I don't care what you are, this is not the boundary for you to show off your power. Hurry up and back away, so as not to be overwhelmed!"

After the voice fell, the scene fell into silence, leaving nothing but the rustling of branches and leaves in the rain.

Zhang Liusan tapped the bluestone railing with his finger, signaling Huang Long and Liu Shi to adjust the fortifications left by the Taoist chief.

Just like that, after an unknown amount of time, Na Yin Zun suddenly started laughing wildly: "Hahahaha..."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about the strength of your own boss? Twenty or so soldiers who are strong outsiders and capable in the middle are just trying to scare me. Are you thinking too easily?"

"Don't think Gu didn't notice your little tricks! You really have the confidence, what are you doing with those things?"

As Yin Zun said, his fingers swept across the air, and he pointed at the energy collection device left by Ji Nian from a distance.

After a wicked smile, he flew across the sky in a red coffin, and bumped into Zhang Baiqi who spoke rudely.

Two warriors strode out, blocked with copper whips and slashed horizontally with long halberds, one left and one right, and attacked the ghost king.

Zhang Baiqi also gathered a stream of incense at this time, put his two fingers together, separated a little, and ignited the fire.

Yin Zun blocked the attack with just a wave of his hand, and the long sword around his waist was unsheathed with a burst of howling ghosts and wolves, and half a crimson moon rose suddenly.

"Teng! Teng! Teng! Boom!!!"

The energy collection devices in the whole town worked together, barely resisting Yin Zun's strike.

"It's really a paper tiger."

Yin Zun let out a sinister laugh, swiped his sword again, and slashed at the powerful warriors and Yin soldiers who were rushing towards him.

But seeing the dense white mist and billowing black smoke, the two major armies that were still in the initial stage were quickly defeated.

Although relying on the power of incense and fire, he was injured in many places and was able to retreat completely, but he could clearly see that he was at a disadvantage.

This ghost king who called himself "Yin Zun" was counted by cards, and his rank was at least five-star purple.

It's just that this strength can't be mixed with the Lord of the Netherworld - the Emperor of the Nine Ruins.

Worlds collided, heaven and earth shattered, and myths were missing in scenic spots, and the Caotou King dared to pretend to be an emperor.

It is more or less like "there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings".

Having said that, it is definitely a "foreign species" that is hard to find in Qingshan for this Yin Zun to have such wisdom, and the top-level strength of Zipin should not be underestimated.

Don't look at Ji Nian, Goldman Sachs, and others. They all have blue-pin four-star Kaling at the beginning. After a while, they can even mention purple-pin five-star, and they think it is a passer-by.

This is actually the world of geniuses, with a high number of people at the beginning.

Calculated according to the Pokémon world, forty or fifty levels or even the level of the middle and upper gym masters.

The strength level of Blue Star Landscape is much higher, but the five-star level is definitely justified.

In today's hundred thousand green hills where the true god is not revealed and the undercurrent is surging, he can definitely be regarded as a small master.

Looking at this extraordinary spiritual wisdom, in real fights, tricks are frequently made, and the strength has to rise a little bit.

It is definitely not what Shijie Town can handle at this stage.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Liusan hurriedly signaled the old and weak women and children to retreat to Zhenxin, and the young and strong quickly set up all the fortifications.

But he himself rode with the Yin soldiers, threw away the crutches, walked a few steps quickly, and fell into the courtyard, but was covered in mud.

"Daoist! Daoist! Something broke into the town!"

Zhang Liusan rubbed a few sticks of incense sticks and put them up in the incense burner.

Trying to calm down and pray for a while, the Taoist stone carvings are still lacking in luster, and I can't help feeling a little lost.

Zhang Wuer also found here at this time.

The old man looked up at the clear and unfamiliar face of the stone carving: "Liu San, is this your new god?"

"Don't pray here, hurry up and take someone with me. I know there is a county nearby, and there are strangers sitting in the town. Let's pay some tolls, and maybe we can keep the junior folks."

"Second brother..." Zhang Liusan took a deep breath when he saw the people outside the door hurrying and walking hurriedly, and still chose to trust Zhang Jiao, a Taoist priest of Taiping.

The prestige of the Famine Beast Theory in the past was even more terrifying, but the Taoist master grasped three weaknesses and easily surrendered.

He firmly believes that this matter alone is definitely not a problem.

As he thought to himself, he turned his head and saw shadows outside the town, and flames bursting into the sky.

It has to be said that Ji Nian is really good at making arrangements. After this design, he used a bad hand to temporarily block a fierce enemy like Yin Zun.

For a while, they played back and forth.

It's just that Uncle Dong and Lao Xie exhausted all the incense gained from Jianguan.

As far as this inventory is concerned, it is better to save during the day.

Even if those highly effective mutated plants are used as the second energy source, it won't last long.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liusan couldn't help sighing.

If they were given another month or two, they would be able to use incense as a source to improve the cultivation base of warriors and yin soldiers by a large margin. At the same time, they would break through peaks and open mountains to obtain various ores to create a batch of armored weapons.

Then fill a large amount of incense into the energy collection device, only Yinzun and one ghost, single-handedly, let alone destroy the town, it may even be thrown here.

However, the scene is dangerous, and the crisis will come as soon as it is said, and it will not give you any time to develop.

Mountain spirits and wild ghosts from all walks of life are not bosses in anime games. From weak to strong, they dispatch subordinates in different levels to help the protagonist develop rapidly, and then take the initiative to send the head.

In fact, they are all like a calendar, picking when you are weak, when you die, when you stop;

"Second brother, you go, I still have to ask God."

Zhang Liusan said very stubbornly.

"you……"

Zhang Wuer pointed to his third brother.

The younger parents died early, the older brother was taken away by Xiong Gapo, and he became both a father and a mother, so he didn't know his brother's temperament.

After heaving a long sigh, he sat aside, and soon burst into tears.

"Second brother, you are..."

Zhang Liusan frowned and said with some doubts.

"My great-grandson Xiao Tiangeng was just captured by that thing. I wanted to fight it desperately, but the gods in your town won't let me out."

"I didn't intend to leave at all, I just thought that you could lead the junior to find a way out. Now... Let's go together, we brothers, we can have a companion on the road of mourning."

"Small field ridge?"

Zhang Liusan was taken aback when he heard the words, he hadn't seen him for several years, and he only now knew that his second brother was living in the same family for four generations, so he couldn't help bowing his head in silence for a while, and then comforted softly: "Don't worry, second brother, Xiao Tiangeng will be fine. "

"At this point, do you still believe in these so-called 'fairies'?"

"You have lived to such an old age, and you have run errands for them, and you haven't seen what kind of temperament those people are?"

"In their eyes, we are no different from poultry and livestock. We usually raise them and save some eggs and milk. When we are too old, we kill them and eat meat."

"To put it bluntly, it's all for faith."

"When you meet a good-natured person, you might be able to make a move if you encounter some trivial matters; but if you encounter an opponent like Mr. Ban Lan, you can't wait to break up the relationship immediately and leave..."

"Second Brother." Zhang Liusan's voice was low, and he said solemnly: "Great virtuous and good teacher, and the second general of gain and loss, please don't say these things in person!"

"You are really hopeless." Zhang Wuer said loudly: "You are always thinking of putting your life in the hands of others, you are really an 'ant people'!"

Zhang Liusan's face was as calm as a lake when he heard the words, what he was thinking in his heart, no one else knew.

He just took a deep breath, bowed his eyes devoutly before the shrine, and said silently in his heart:

"There is an evil heretic Qingshan Banlan Lord, who calls himself Yin Zun, and tries to destroy my orthodoxy. The little man Zhang Liusan prays to the second general to lower his spiritual thoughts, sweep away the demon atmosphere, protect my townspeople, and save my great-grandson."

"After this incident, the little people will prepare the heads of the three animals, and watch them all their lives, so as to keep the incense of our great virtuous teacher, the two generals and the heavens and men."

After speaking, kowtow again.

Not long after, the shrine in front of him suddenly glowed with golden light, infinitely bright, and as grand as a cover.

Ancient music woven by instruments such as suona and gongs sounded around, and three lines of green smoke curled up, looming three majestic figures.

In front of King Ksitigarbha, the head of the officials and generals.

join the war!

(End of this chapter)