This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 212 Mountain Road, Merits and Virtue

Western land.

Ever since the creation of Heaven and Earth, bad luck has continued.

The cataclysm of the beast.The three clans fought against each other, and Taoism and demons competed for each other.

Full of unknown and weird.

Today it is today.

The spiritual mountain established by the Western religion is also a fairyland of the spiritual mountain built by the two saints who lead and guide, with the incomplete dragon veins, after a day of hard work, but they are not professional practitioners of the way of the earth after all.

A small test.

The role played is basically a drop in the bucket.

After all, relatively speaking, there are too few talents in the western land, and there is not enough time to practice. Where there is time, repairing the spiritual veins is a thankless job.

An earth dragon turned over.

All the people of a tribe may be buried in it. At that time, Heavenly Dao does not know how to give merit.

There is a shortage of humanity.

Authentic satisfaction.

The way of heaven is ambiguous.

The final result, naturally, is that there is no reward and no punishment, which is the greatest punishment for the monks, when they find that they have worked so hard to repair the spiritual veins.

No benefit at all.

Over time.

Who the hell has always been willing to be the taker.

With the passage of time, this vast land has always been surrounded by water and heat, barren desert, and rare creatures.

This is not the first time Huanglong has come to the western land.

But every time I come here, I feel a barrenness.

If it is said that the previous two visits had a special purpose, this time, Huanglong viewed the changes in the Western Continent from a humane perspective.

The viewing angles are different.

In fact, different data will be obtained.

Why is this so?

That's because the reference indicators are different. This time, he was purely to feel the changes in nature, and by the way, he came to subdue demons and kill some demons with heavy karma.

Proper observer position.

Because of the broken spiritual veins in the western land, the spiritual energy is actually a bit beyond its means. Why do the western religions keep saying that a grain of sand is a world.In fact, there is a deep mystery.

After all, it is the practice method taught by the West.

It can be compared to psychology.

What they practice is the immortality of the spirit and the incarnation of relics. That is to say, the Buddhas of the Western religion have less demand for mana than the creatures of the Eastern land.

have to say.

Receive and guide the saint.

We also do our best to develop Western religion.

The method of practice has changed, so that we can maintain the western land, and many practitioners have been born. Isn't this lowering the threshold, but it is always a different method of practice.

What the hell, they may all migrate to the eastern land after tens of millions of years.

no way.

The environment is too harsh.

Well now.

Since the demand for spiritual power in Western teachings is relatively less, this also paves the way for the prosperity of Western teachings.

Why are there three disasters and five disasters?

In fact, fundamentally speaking, it is still reducing the number of immortals, reducing some unqualified immortals, and then the disaster can be alleviated. In fact, all the monks in the prehistoric era are cancer cells.

When they didn't break through Da Luo's cultivation base.

Everyone is absorbing the spiritual power of the prehistoric.

But because of the difference in talent and luck, most of the monks actually seldom break through the Da Luo realm, and more and more monks stay below the Da Luo realm.

Until Honghuang couldn't operate at high load.

Then the next step is naturally the Great Cleansing Plan.

The beginning of each calamity measurement is actually due to the inability of the aura to operate at full capacity, coupled with the expansion of human ambition, and then the calamity measurement is started.

find a direction.

Huanglong floated down, and started to fall in the depths of a mountain where the ground veins were not so severely broken.

Started tinkering work.

To do anything, it is necessary to start with the easy and then the difficult. At the same time, all the gifts of fate are actually marked with a price in the dark. This time Huanglong repairs the leylines.

It is also to verify what I think.

He is an earth vein transforming dragon. Basically, Huanglong doesn't need to have extra insights. He just needs to follow his own template, stitch together the spiritual veins, and slowly generate spiritual energy to start.

Huanglong has actually won.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Cold and heat.I don't know the year!

On the land in the west, there is a Taoist robe, and the ink unicorn is stepped on.

Walking on the western land, the desert under his feet turned into an oasis wherever Huanglong went. Behind him, there were also some human races living in the desert.

One by one regarded him as the god of mountains.

The palm of the hand is the knife, and the formula is the sign.

During the surge of mana, the breath of the mountains and the power of the earth came out from Huanglong's body confusedly, and poured into the broken veins with a mysterious dao rhyme.

Some of the leylines were buried at the foot of Lingshan when they were picked up and taken away.

As a result, Huanglong had to waste time and re-breed a small ground vein.

no way.

The flying dragon is in the sky.

Huanglong also thought about summoning the spiritual veins at the foot of the Lingshan Mountain and directly merging into it, which would speed up Huanglong's pace, but I don't know if the two saints did it on purpose.

Or the underground Buddha is ineffective.

He didn't dare to think about it either.

He didn't dare to say it either.

You can only keep your head down and continue to do your own thing.

In addition, repairing the leylines is a technical job, and Huanglong cannot be sloppy, otherwise it will form a four-dimensional phenomenon, not a hundred years later, it will turn into yellow sand, a hundred years later.

Green mountains and green waters.

The unique scenery is good though.

But it will affect human judgment.

The evaluation of Huanglong is not excellent, but inferior.

That Huanglong will be hated by all living beings.

Therefore, what Huanglong has always been doing is a master of repairs. By the way, he cut off half of the fragments of some mountain peaks and put them in his purple-red gourd. He can not only refine the mountain god seal.

You can also refine the Bufan Tianyin.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

This is also the breadth of Huanglong's knowledge.

Become more and more confident and skilled.

As the formulas became more and more mysterious, a ground vein that was divided into several kalpas, and most of the spiritual veins were still taken away by the saint, was gradually connected together.Finally, a complete ground vein is formed.

But there is still one last step left.

Huanglong turned around and looked at the mountain believers who followed behind him for a long time. Among them, Huanglong also passed on Zhen Yuanzi's Dao of Immortals to them, carefully observing their changes.

One of the respected old men came out.

"I have seen True Monarch Huanglong."

The unshaven old man, with his bare upper body and a tiger and leopard apron, knelt respectfully in front of Huanglong.

For the origin of the old man.

Huang Long casually recalled his previous life and present life. One of the elders of the Chiyou clan has a thin bloodline of Chiyou in his body, but one ten thousandth of the bloodline of the Wu clan also gave him the ability to devour wolves and shred tigers.

"Today, there is a mountain divine seal bestowed on you. I hope you can protect one side in peace, green and green, and green grass everywhere. It will become a fertile grassland for your tribe." Huang Long threw it away.

The mountain god mark was directly imprinted on his forehead.

A strong breath emerged from his body.

"Thank you, True Monarch Huanglong."

Lao Lu of the Chiyou tribe smiled happily. Their group traveled [-] miles, many of them fell behind, and some even directly integrated into other tribes, and finally found their own fertile grassland.

With the return of the mountain god.

Huanglong found that the spiritual power of the earth's veins is not passing away, and there is a little more inspiration among the mountains, expressing a joyful expression.

It may be the joy of the Chiyou clan.

This was the most perfect solution Huang Long could think of.

After all, a large piece of the earth veins was taken away by the sage, and the remaining point needs to be repaired by Huanglong on the one hand, and on the other hand, it needs subtle changes.

not enough.

Just less.

I can only recreate a smaller leyline, even if the inspiration is recovered, the mountain peak will become smaller, and the leyline cannot bear the size of the mountain peak, just like a Himalayan mountain range.

Soaring into the sky.

After being repaired by Huanglong, it can only become a small hill in the neighboring village. After walking for an hour or two, you can stand on the top of the mountain. As for the size of the mountain, it depends on whether the two saints are merciful.

See here.

Huang Long showed a smile.

Years of hard work.

Thankfully it wasn't in vain.

Nor did it make an irreparable impression.

Even if they want Dilong to stand up, they will be bound by the mountain god.In the future, it can be preserved for a long time, even if it is a vicissitudes of life, as long as the mountain god is still there, then he can protect the people of a place within the scope of the leylines.

It is a complementary and indispensable link.

What Huanglong is doing is actually more like forming a low-end closed loop, where people and the environment live in harmony and depend on each other
The leylines are complex and endlessly repaired.

Huanglong looked at the old Chiyou clan happily merging himself into the mountain peak. There was a real protective shell formed by the earth veins, which was the protective shell that Huanglong pinched.

Among them is a space with a radius of several hundred meters.

The pots, pans, tables, chairs and benches need to be prepared by the mountain god himself. Huanglong can't cover everything. When he sees the mountain god return, a spiritual rain falls from the sky.

Turn into a little green light.

Saplings burst out of their shells from the ground.

The vitality of the lush green grass, along with the leap of greenness, a small ball of merit falls from the sky, [-]% belongs to himself, [-]% belongs to the mountain god, Huanglong is the chairman after all.

He was a district manager at best.

People who work for Huanglong.

As Huanglong looked back and looked not far away, he advanced [-] miles from Wuzhuang Temple all the way, and the spreading mountains were all due to Huanglong's achievements. Of course, Huanglong also had a lot of merit.

Gather less into more.

Huang Long didn't know how much he had accepted, most of the merits were put into the Qingyun Golden Lantern by Huang Long, the rest was stored in the purple gourd, and some of it was stored in the Luobao money in advance.

In order to avoid the Huanglong arrears for swiping the credit card when collecting the innate spirit treasures of other monks, in case of bad luck, he was killed by a god and demon who didn't have long eyes.

That Huanglong did not die unjustly.

Therefore, every time, Huanglong will deliberately increase the amount of merit of falling treasure money.

Just when Huanglong recovered his mana, he continued to work hard and continued to work.

The center of the western land.

Above Lingshan.

White jade is the order.Agate is a tree, resplendent and resplendent, but unfortunately, everything is a mundane thing, and few immortal cultivators will take a look at these mundane gold and silver.

The two saints were so hungry that they piled up gold, silver, agate, and white jade directly into a spiritual mountain, which became a holy place for disciples of Western religion, and its status is equivalent to Kunlun Mountain.

But does it work?

Except for the merit water in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool which is useful, the rest is basically a mass of scrap iron.

Following Huanglong's pace.

Saint Zhunti slowly opened his eyes.

Through the shackles of time and space, he put his eyes on Huang Long who is diligent and conscientious, revealing a touch of appreciation, although Huang Long did not want to join his Western religion.

Also within reason.

After all, Huanglong has a better choice, disciple of a sage, why should he be a disciple of Western religion with a pure heart and asceticism?

"Senior brother, Huanglong has played new tricks this time. I have suppressed the Lingshan Mountain Range again and again, but I will be punished." Zhunti showed a worried look.

It's so lucky that he was sanctified.

Although it is to set up a big Hongyuan.

Only then did he become sanctified.

"What Huanglong is doing is beneficial to our western land. I can't stop it, but I can send my disciples to help Huanglong, master the land and mountain god, and achieve my name as Western Jialan."

The leading saint opened his mouth and said from his sleep.

"I'm afraid it won't be as we wish. Why should he help my Western disciples? Senior brother, Huang Long is a very realistic person. Whether we have spiritual treasures or merits."

"White wolf with empty gloves, in the eyes of other people, maybe there is still a bit of thin face. In front of Yuanshi Tianzun, I am afraid that you and I are both younger brothers." Sage Zhunti smiled wryly.

Don't look at the Qingping Sword held by the leader of Tongtian Cult, every movement is a threat.

But what really frightened them was Yuanshi Tianzun, who was smiling on the surface, but he didn't know when to stab the knife behind his back.

Practice with one heart.

For mundane things.

But never cared.

"I believe he will give our two saints face." The guide saint fell into a deep sleep again, leaving the Zhunti saint with a withered face.

Hands together.

"Amitabha."

Since the brother said so, for the unconditional quasi-mention saint who guides the saint, step down from the golden lotus of twelve ranks of merit, one lotus flower at a time, cut through the space, and appear in front of Huanglong.

But he didn't say much.

Instead, it hides the void, not knowing how to feel.

Or want to find a suitable excuse.

After all, not everyone will have the cheek to say: I am destined.

Their current names are not particularly resounding. After conferring the gods, the Zhunti saint regained the No. 1 Kong Xuan under the saint. He is the first peacock between heaven and earth.

Only then will there be a resounding nickname.

on the western land.

She was wearing a Taoist robe, with a fairy air, and the venomous sun in the west did not burn Huanglong's face black. If she was a fairy, she would probably be beaten to death and would not want to come to the barren western land.

Even Baihua Fairy, if she stayed in the western land for a long time, she would turn into a withered peony flower.

Today it is today.

Huanglong repaired the 3000-year-old veins. Although it was hard work, the rewards were gratifying.

Huanglong discovered that he had comprehended the way of the mountains and the way of the earth, but if he improved in a straight line, he might become the master of the mountains, which is a priesthood bestowed by heaven and earth.

It is not the imperial edict of heaven.

It is impossible for ordinary people to deprive him of his divine karma. As long as he is willing to let go of the mountain priesthood, he should have already experienced the complete mountain road at that time.

(End of this chapter)