Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 311 The old past

Even though Zhang Zhen was obsessed and obsessed, he still had the insights he should have.

He was born in the Miaojue period. At that time, Jingchao Buddhism and Taoism were fighting non-stop, and experts frequently entered and left the mansions of princes and generals. Zhang Zhen was naturally no stranger to their methods.

Even later, when Jingwu exterminated the Buddha, as a god of mountains and rivers, in order to protect the people of Sanghuai under his rule, he personally beheaded two Buddhist cultivators.

Naturally, it is not difficult to recognize that what Pei Miaode is manifesting now is one of the highest-grade ginseng of Buddhism, the green lion phase.

However, it has been thousands of years since the incident. With the rampage of demons, all the practice methods have been burned, not to mention that during the Yuanzhi period, the Buddhist sect was driven out of He Niuzhou by the Taoist sect long ago, and Buddhist temples, large and small, were all destroyed. Smash it clean.

Where did this son come from to practice the method?
Zhang Zhen looked suspicious.

He is not blind, so he can naturally see that the green lion body that Pei Miaode has manifested now is the usual method used by inner scene monks.

Although he is a majestic mountain god, since the villagers of Sanghuai Village were all turned into living corpses by him, the incense he can enjoy has not increased, and his strength has stagnated for more than a thousand years.

The power of the gods comes from the luck of the country and the earth. Now without the blessing of the dynasty's luck, with his meager strength, the earth's energy he can mobilize is simply pitiful. no difference.

Zhang Zhen already had the intention to quit.

But escape, where can I escape to?
He is the god of mountains and rivers granted by the previous dynasty, his power comes from here, and he is also limited here. Once he leaves Sanghuai Mountain, he will use a little less of his divine power, and he will be exhausted in a short time.

At that time, a deity without divine power will simply be a big meal that fell from the sky to the demon.

"I want to live, yes, I can't die here—"

Zhang Zhen's eyes were bloodshot, he muttered to himself, his distorted complexion didn't have the slightest dignified appearance of a god, he was clearly an evil spirit who had escaped from hell.

"Look, up to now you are still thinking about where to escape. Could it be that your original intention of becoming a god was to survive?"

"Think about it carefully, you turned the whole village into living corpses, is it really just to save them from the suffering of the war? You might as well ask your heart, is that really the case?"

Why can't Pei Miaode see that the other party is now deeply trapped in a demon? Thousands of years of wear and tear have changed Zhang Zhen's obsession from protecting the land to living. It was dead in a moment.

The rest is just a walking dead who does anything to survive.

Pei Miaode returned to the human form, put his left hand horizontally on his left foot, and made a ring with his right hand flexed upwards, holding the Dharma seal to explain to Zhang Zhen, breaking the confusion in his heart.

"not like this--"

Zhang Zhen almost subconsciously wanted to refute the other party's lies, but unexpectedly he stopped in the middle of speaking, and suddenly stopped in place.

He seemed to remember it all.

In the 35th year of the Holy King, the self-proclaimed Holy King Jingdi, who was headstrong, was put on the Temple of Heaven by the head of the Taiping Sect. The prosperity and fortune that had lasted for thousands of years collapsed.

There are only two sources for the personality of the gods, one is the royal seal of the emperor, and the other is the incense of the people.

The dynasty was disintegrated and broken, luck dissipated, and the strength of the lost orthodox landscape gods suddenly dropped by [-]%. Even if there were still scattered sacrifices among the people, that was just a drop in the bucket.

At first Zhang Zhen was still very optimistic. He thought that in 500 years there would be kings, and when the Ming Lord brought order out of chaos, the world would still be clear.

He did his best to protect the villagers of Sanghuai Village, not daring to neglect for a moment.

In the troubled times where demons were everywhere and warlords were fighting, Sanghuai Village was once like a paradise isolated from the world, free from the influence of monsters and wars.

But the good times don't last long, without the support of the dynasty's luck, the incense offerings alone are not enough to sustain Zhang Zhen's fight with demons. In order to protect the people of Sanghuai Village, he can only mobilize the earth's energy of Sanghuai Mountain.

Sanghuai Mountain has stood for more than a thousand years, and the earth's atmosphere is naturally vast, but the earth's atmosphere is intertwined, one prospers and one is damaged, and the other is damaged. The change of Sanghuai Mountain's earth's atmosphere will soon cause the change of Sanghuai Village's earth's atmosphere.

The land became barren, the farmers began to lose their harvest, and the residents of Sanghuai Village became pale and emaciated. Seeing that this place could not stay any longer, the villagers of Sanghuai Village chose to move away from their hometown.

People move and live, but what about the gods of mountains and rivers?

Zhang Zhen felt betrayed.

Losing the incense and enshrining, his ending can only go to perish. I have worked so hard to protect these mortals for hundreds of years, but they want to abandon me?

There was a subtle change in Zhang Zhen's mentality.

Even though the village chief Sun Fuquan had repeatedly assured him that even if they moved away from this place, they would never forget the goodness of the mountain god and would never cut off his worship.

However, Zhang Zhen just sneered.

He didn't believe in the promises of these villagers. Even the prosperous Dajing Dynasty fell apart for a moment. With these mortals alone, even if they really had their hearts, all they needed on the way was a group of bandits and a fierce tiger. It's enough to kill them all.

He didn't allow things to escape his control.

So, that night, the mountain god of Sanghuai Mountain killed the people in a village with a secret technique, and imprisoned their souls in the body, turning them into a group of living puppets controlled only by him. The sacrifice of this mountain god.

"Then tell me now, Zhang Zhen, is that heavenly demon wearing a luxurious brocade robe and murdering villagers really me, or you, the dedicated mountain god?"

"If you are as upright as you said, why did you kill my soldiers? They can still kill you in front of a mountain god."

"You are the mountain god of Sanghuai Mountain. Even if there is no enshrinement, the god is still a god. Why do you have to be so afraid of the Buddha's light? It is clear that you have ghosts in your heart that are so afraid of my Buddha!"

Pei Miaode sighed lightly, and slowly patted Zhang Zhen's top door with one hand.

Losing the luck of the dynasty to eliminate the poison of incense, what is the difference between such gods and monsters in the mountains?

If Da Yuan wants to follow this path of conferring gods, there is still a lot to be perfected!

But no matter what, Zhang Zhen must die today.

Whether it's for the Jin Yiwei who died unjustly under his command, or for the 350 civilians in Sanghuai Village, this matter must be settled.

Facing Pei Miaode's light palm, which seemed to be untouched by the wind and dust, Zhang Zhen did not dodge.

Or, at this moment, he is the great Confucian who devotes all his energy to serving his family and country.

Watching his personality being shattered by Pei Miaode's palm, before Zhang Zhen died, he just smiled and asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Elder, what Sun Fuquan told me that day is true or not, I watched him grow up, why did I dare not believe him this time..."

(End of this chapter)