My Past Life Simulator

   As the dazzling scenery retreated rapidly, He Zhao returned to the bedroom of the second save point. The electronic clock hanging on the wall in front of it shows the time as—【06:30:05】.

   "The conventional approach doesn't work at all, I'm just a little naive indeed."

  Think about it carefully, the family branch of Bufa Temple transports all the students of the Qingxiu class from each school to the high school where it belongs. Facing the mainstay of the next generation, they can imagine how tight the security arrangements should be.

  Will never allow anyone who is not right to enter the school. I am afraid that any abnormality will be investigated, and I can’t wait to dig three feet to ensure the safe growth of the seedlings.

   It was a fluke, and the Mahayana teachings were not exposed, and even secretly suppressed a big one, summoning a terrifying Bodhisattva. No, according to people's name, it should be called the ten dwelling Bodhisattva.

   From this we can see the secrecy of the action, even a large number of professional counterparts can't find a loophole, how could it be a mere little monk who can catch the tail.

  It's really that easy. I don't know how many times people have been exterminated in the past ten years.

   "They were exterminated more than ten years ago and suffered a heavy blow. They must be fully prepared for their reappearance. In other words, Mahamudra and the secret techniques of various factions are naturally prepared."

   After Duzi, he can detect the details of other people's sad eyeprints, which is the only investigative skill.

   If it doesn’t work, what should I do?

  “.”

  After thinking for a long time, he decided to write an anonymous letter and hand it over to the family branch of the Bufa Temple.

  Let Wang Bo go out to attack, so that this fierce man who can fight with the Bodhisattva of the ten dwellings can lose both sides, first find fault with the Mahayana teaching.

   "Try first, if it doesn't work, then think of other ways."

  Anyway, he and Mahayana are on the same pole, and there must be a winner between the two.

   After a while, Ruthless Zhao arranged the words cut out from the newspapers that his family had accumulated in recent years and pasted them into a letter.

"go to school."

  Everything seems to reappear from yesterday.

  Successfully arrived at Class 1 of Qingxiu, the class teacher is still Zhang Song.

   "Return to your seat."

   "Teacher, I have a question, is there anyone named Zhang Song in our school?"

  Xiao Zhang was full of question marks when he heard the words.

   It was the first time someone asked him in front of his face if he knew his name.

   "What's the matter?"

   "Teacher, I passed by the grove and picked up a letter. It said: From Mr. Zhang Song, I can be sure that there is no one named Zhang Mingsong in our high school.

  If there is, it can only be teachers and students from other schools who take the school bus. And the teacher is an unfamiliar face, and they may be acquainted with them, so they will ask.

  If you don’t know each other, you can only hand it to the school’s lost and found office, post a notice, or broadcast it. "

   What he said is well-founded, and the small forest area is not monitored, and it is the only way to the various teaching buildings and cafeterias. There are not a thousand, but eight hundred people passing by there every day.

  Basically, the surname He picked himself out.

  Of course, even if Zhang Song doesn't believe it and suspects him, it doesn't matter.

   Big deal, back to file!

   I just thought of another reason and handed the letter to Xiao Zhang.

  Having experienced 10,000 retracements, he doesn't dislike wasting time and effort at all.

   "Letter? Here, let me have a look. Oh, yes. My teacher, my name is Zhang Song."

  “.”

   I don’t know why, but when the other party said [Teacher, I am], combined with a slightly obscene face, people can’t help but think of some action art movies played by two or three people.

  Zhang Song stretched out his hand to catch the letter that was handed over. He looked at the crooked words on the envelope, cut from some newspaper, and his eyelids twitched.

  【The Mahayana religion has sneaked into Shangyang City, premeditatedly summoning the ten dwelling Bodhisattvas. According to grapevine sources, the location is the current school. Please be sure to strengthen your defenses and don't let the other party's conspiracy succeed. 】

  The first three words made his complexion change drastically.

  The following words such as Ten Dwelling Bodhisattva, school, etc., looked livid.

   "Self-study first."

  Zhang Song turned around and slapped his forehead.

   "I almost forgot, you will be the monitor of class one from now on. This is today's tribute rice, and you are responsible for distributing it, and the amount is up to you. In addition, you will be credited today."

  After the voice fell, he patted He Zhao on the shoulder and left the big classroom in a hurry.

   "Good luck on your journey."

  The new head teacher of Qingxiu Class 1 never expected that on his first day in office, the personally-elected head teacher actually set a death flag for him.

   There are people like you who bless people like this!

  In the afternoon, Zhang Song returned with a worried face, continuing the unfinished lessons in the morning.

   One day, two days, three days, four days, five days, six days, all in peace.

   In this regard, someone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  The family branch of Bufa Temple can be regarded as a personnel matter.

   It is worth mentioning that in the past six days, the entire Shangyang City has been in a high-pressure defensive state.

  Not only did no Mahayana sect come out to make trouble, even the crime rate plummeted by 90% along with it, and there was no phenomenon of petty theft.

  Although it is a bit depressing, people's lives seem to be safer.

   It’s just that on the ninth day, one day later, you can try to perform the fundamental seal to make the flesh and blood have consciousness, and an accident occurs.

  The huge and terrifying Bodhisattva emerges from the ground in the city center and pushes horizontally all the way.

   All landmark buildings were destroyed, and the casualties were hundreds of times heavier than the school.

   "???"

  At that moment, He Zhao completely realized.

   It is undoubtedly wishful thinking to expect a group of insects to save the city.

  On the seventh day of the high-pressure defense, most people began to relax.

  People are not tired, but the key person responsible for execution is exhausted physically and mentally.

   The result was never expected, so relax a little bit, let the enemy find an opportunity, and get into the soul.

   "Rewind!"

  Scholar Yajun, bedroom.

  The electronic clock on the wall directly in front, showing the time—【06:30:05】.

   "There is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to prevent a thief."

  Can the high-pressure defense last for a month, two months, or a year or two?

  Passive defense is not enough, only active attack.

   "Through the family branch of Bufa Temple, we have been strictly guarding against it. We can be sure that they can't find the Mahayana Mole who sneaked into Shangyang City. Unfortunately, two or three days later, I will be able to complete the final step."

  Thinking of this, his eyes almost burst into flames.

  Gan Liniang's Mahayana teaching!

  The gap between the two sides is getting deeper and deeper.

   "Since the Mahamudra system doesn't work, can I use other systems?"

  Don't forget, he is a man with thirteen Dao fruits.

   "Knights can't do it, and it's not in a world controlled by the ancient gods. Machinery seems to work, but it takes a lot of time and money to research and manufacture. Secret medicine? It doesn't matter."

  After thinking about it, it seems that the best is the sacrifice, or the priest.

  The former means a kind of belief activity, which originates from the belief concept of harmonious coexistence between heaven and earth. The latter refers to the personnel who serve as assistant priests or chief priests on the altar in order to worship or worship the gods they believe in during the sacrificial activities, which is of irreplaceable importance.

  In the Priest Daoguo, there are three factions.

  The first faction: human-god priests, the main targets of sacrifices are ancestor gods, sage gods, industry gods, daily utensil gods, etc. They are directly related to people's daily life and enjoy the most sacrifices.

  Of course, their strength is the main factor in the battle.

  In the world of Daoguo priests, the strength of human-god priests depends entirely on whether their ancestors are strong. They are at the bottom, but it is not absolute. Some sects with sage gods and industry gods are also extremely powerful.

  He thought about it carefully, given the situation in the catastrophe world, there are enough saints and industry gods alive. Even the TM Bodhisattva looks like a ferocious ghost, and the sages may not be spared.

  Second faction: Earth Priests, whose main targets are the gods of society, mountains, water, stone, fire, and animal and plant gods. They originate from the earth and are closely related to human existence.

   In other words, they are all naturally born gods.

  If a mountain gives birth to spirituality, then it is a mountain god. In the same way, a gurgling brook also gives birth to spirituality, which is the river god. Even if he is weak, he is still a god.

   Compared with the first faction, the second faction is undoubtedly much better. By specific means, with the help of the power of the natural gods. A powerful priest can even control the torrential flood with one person's power, engulfing hostile tribes, countries, and even land.

  The third faction: God worship, the main targets of worship are the gods of heaven, sun, moon, star, thunder, rain and wind and cloud. The strongest of the three can be called a god, and one can imagine the power contained in it.

   But, having said that. In the cataclysmic world, Bodhisattvas have not escaped the demonic barriers of evil gods. Even if there are gods, so what?

  The three major priests weighed it, and it seemed that only the priest was more promising.

   "It's up to you. Pickup, bah!"

   "Earth Priest!"

  Taking out the Gabala spiritual bone rosary from his neck, he was a little nervous.

  I hope that with the power of the two spirit bone rosary beads, my wish can come true.

   "Please make me a priest of the earth!"

   There is no response. If there are two more crow calls, the picture will be even better.

   "Please tell me how to become an earthly priest."

   "Kacha—"

   Gabala's spiritual bone rosary shattered and turned into two **** of white bone powder, falling down.

   "Om—"

  The supernatural power came, and a large amount of strange information flooded into my mind.

   After a long time, the headache caused by the influx of information slowly subsided.

   "call"

   He let out a deep breath, and his expression was very fucked.

  Nothing else, if you want to become an earth priest, you need to perform a blood sacrifice.

  “.”

  And, not less than one thousand people.

  What is this, if you want to save someone, you have to kill someone first?

   "Hey wait a minute!"

  He doesn't need to be a murderous maniac, isn't there a Bodhisattva of ten abode.

  His height is 175 meters, and there are hundreds of people who can fish it with one hand.

  Fill a few handfuls in a row, the number is enough.

   "Okay, first let you do a job for me."

   "Rewind."

  The world pauses and reverses rapidly.

  Bedroom, time: [06:30:05].

   Washed up comfortably, made a hearty breakfast, and then drove slowly to school.

  No matter how hard the Mahayana teaching is, it will explode on the third day.

   Next, the development of things is the same as the previous few retracements.

  The third day, at noon.

  When the students returned one after another, the black beams of light gushing from the ground soared into the sky. Then it turned into a black sky that covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire Shangyang City.

   "Boom"

  The ground cracked, and a gigantic stone statue climbed out of the crack, roaring to the sky.

  He Zhao watched blankly, and had already arranged everything within three days, waiting for the ten abiding Bodhisattvas to arrive as promised, and give him a free and ruthless white female ticket, and let out a bad breath first.

   One, two, three, and all the teachers and students gathered on the playground lost one-third, more than a thousand lives.

  Wang Bo, as expected, was the first to arrive at the scene.

   It's not that other people spared their lives, but was stopped by the Mahayana people.

  No one knows whether the arrival of all the family members of the Bufa Temple's family branch will cause too many changes, and it will really overthrow the ten dwelling Bodhisattvas.

  In the end, one person and one stone statue were still both losers, but what puzzled the Bodhisattva was why he didn't feel any gain at all after swallowing more than a thousand human lives.

   No, it’s **** if he can feel it.

  The huge school was arranged by famous ruthless people early on to look like a simple altar. All the killings within the school area were all dedicated to the natural gods in the world.

  He, of course, has no hair.

   "Boom—"

  Ruthless Zhao's mind was buzzing, as if a red-hot steel bar had been inserted into his head and kept stirring, causing a splitting headache.

   Ten seconds later, a huge hieroglyph was deeply imprinted in my mind.

The word    is exactly—【Sacrifice】.

  From then on, he can claim to be the only priest in the land.

"no the same."

  He Zhao found that the world had changed in his eyes.

  The wind, the earth, the boiling magma, and the moisture in the air all have their own representative colors, and emit faint consciousness.

   "Rewind."

  The world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

  Thousands of teachers and students who were brutally murdered by the Bodhisattva of Ten Dwellings spat out from each other's mouth again and slowly put them on the ground.

  Scholar Yajun, bedroom.

   "Hoo—"

  He let out a long sigh of relief. Now he can't say that he is very sure of finding the person who taught Mahayana, but he is nine points.

  The perspective of a land priest is different from that of ordinary people and eye marks of grief.

  It can clearly see every human emotion.

  It is impossible to have no emotions when doing big things!

  Anyone who is emotionally abnormal must have a big problem.

   Regardless of washing and eating, he put on his clothes and drove the car, rushing to school.

   Arriving at the school gate, he skillfully squatted next to the mastiff.

  The middle-aged man in the reception room: "???"

   "My teacher's name is Zhang Song."

   "Please go ahead."

  The mastiff tilted his head to look at him, and he also tilted his head to look at the mastiff.

  Under the fiery red, there is another touch of cheerful orange.

'excited? '

  Compared to the mastiff, the middle-aged man has a touch of brown under the fiery red.

  ‘Calm. Hard-working? '

   I have to say that the appearance of middle-aged people gives people the first impression of reliability and hard work.

  ‘If I have the ability to go to school, wouldn’t it be possible to catch the class flower, department flower, and school flower at my fingertips. '

   "Crack!"

   While thinking wildly, a school bus parked in the exclusive parking space of the school.

   Immediately afterwards, a dozen students walked down from the inside.

  The leader, under the fiery red representing the family branch of the Bufa Temple, hides a thick and astonishing black.