Big Bang of Faith

Chapter 253 Killing Yama (for Subscription)
"Bai Da, do you want to write a poem too?"

Seeing Liu Bei's calm expression, Bai Yueqin was a little puzzled.

Of course she knew that the current style of writing, the restraint of ghosts and gods, was particularly obvious.

However, this restraint is not unlimited.

For example, some god statues with weak spirituality, basically, as long as they are scribes who are full of literary spirit, they can worship them, but if they are the kind of gods with gods, it is not so easy.

After all, a god statue that has just been born with spirituality has nothing but that bit of spirituality, and once it is worshiped to death, it will have nothing.

And this kind of god with a god position, even if his power is suppressed, he can't die.

For example, during the Hungry Ghost Festival, the ghost and god that appeared in Huaguo, ordinary scribes, it is difficult to restrain its divine power.

As for the ghost and god like now, Wenqi's restraint on him has been minimal.

The only thing that can influence him is the poetry that restrains it.

For example, in "The Most Sacred Confucianism and Taoism", there is such a plot.

At that time, when Jiaolong rain locked the city of Zhou, the scholars in the city held a literary meeting to stop flooding.

The poems written by the literati in the literary society are not actually war poems.

Including the Tenglong poem written by the protagonist at the end, it is not a battle poem either.

This kind of poem is only to restrain the dragon's aura of the flood dragon. If it is placed in other places, it will not be able to exert the magic effect similar to the battle poem.

In her view, the situation now is very similar to the situation then.

If you really want to write poetry, you must write this kind of poems that restrain ghosts and gods.

This is actually difficult.

Harder than war poetry.

After all, war poems do not limit what you can write, but this kind of poems almost limit the subject matter.

Writing this kind of poem is not as good as writing war poems.

And when it comes to writing war poems, Liu Bei must be the first.

After all, he has the highest level of cultivation.

Moreover, there are successful experiences ahead.

……

The country moved quickly.

In fact, without Liu Bei's reminder, the country can also think of this aspect.

Soon, the country began to publicize, preparing to hold a large-scale poetry collection event...

When the news came out, everyone was shocked instantly.

"Damn it, why didn't I think of it, it's still possible!"

"Yeah, this time there should be a ghost in the underworld. If we can write a poem to restrain him, will we be able to solve the current difficulty?"

"That's right, we don't even need to defeat this one, as long as we can restrain him for a while, so that he can't make a move is enough..."

"If it is more optimistic, if this ghost is using the power of these ghosts in reality, we even need to cut off the power transmission channel in the middle..."

"Think about it, everyone, is there such a poem?"

"This stuff has to be original!"

"Not necessarily. If you don't kill this ghost and god, you don't have to ask for the power of poetry. The key is to restrain the opponent!"

"It's true, there is no original Baoguang, which means that the power is weaker, but if there is poetry, it doesn't need power, just to restrain ghosts and gods?"

"Indeed, everyone said, how about the sentence that when the pen falls, the wind blows and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods, if a group of scribes recite it together, can the ghosts and gods temporarily lose all their abilities?"

"That's a good sentence, but I think it would be better if I wrote that kind of poem on the battlefield. This kind of ability should also restrain ghosts and gods..."

"Why do I think it's more useful to directly find tens of thousands of scribes and go to the ruins to recite righteousness songs together? Under the awe-inspiring righteousness, I don't believe that this ghost can make a move."

"They really can't make a move, but what about those Yin soldiers outside? Could it be that tens of thousands of scribes were buried together?"

"That's right, you can't send too many people with this thing!"

From everyone's point of view, whether it's this ghost or the ghost soldiers outside, it's not too difficult to deal with alone.

But when the two were combined, the degree of difficulty immediately increased by more than ten times.

For example, now, the purpose of this activity should be to destroy the supernatural power of this ghost and god first, and then deal with these dark soldiers immediately...

And to deal with Yin soldiers, the best way is to wash the ground with missiles...

But if too many people are sent, such as tens of thousands of scribes, to activate the righteousness, even if the abilities of ghosts and gods are temporarily sealed, should we still use missiles to wash the ground?

After all, no one knows how long these poems can restrain this ghost.

It would be embarrassing if the opponent was restrained, but everyone did not withdraw and lost the opportunity to launch missiles to wash the ground.

"Strange, why until now, it has not been announced who will make a move."

"Yeah, why is there no movement?"

Following the discussion, everyone became concerned about who in Huaguo could make a move.

However, to everyone's surprise, until now, the call for papers seems to have been going on in secret...

Even the poets who were guessed by everyone who might make a move are still tight-lipped about this incident...

……

Regarding everyone's questions, Liu Bei naturally knew what was going on.

In fact, people are unwilling to publicize, the main reason is that people are not sure.

Afraid of shame.

First of all, no one can tell whether it will be effective or not. Secondly, even if it is effective, not all the poems written will be effective.

Those who really participated in the poetry writing were all prominent figures.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the poems I wrote didn't work out?
Therefore, under his request, these poems will not actively reveal the poet's name.

Of course, if the poet himself wants to go out, no one will stop him.

But in fact, unless someone's poem really shines in action, not many people will really admit it.

The speed of the Tiangong organization is still very fast.

Soon, everyone's manuscripts were sorted out.

Then, through the live broadcast, everyone saw someone taking out a bunch of original poems outside Jinling City, near the Yangshen ruins, and opened up each work with literary spirit.

Although everyone is not familiar with this person, but looking at the military uniform on his body and the literary starlight above his head, everyone can roughly know his identity.

Seeing him take out manuscripts one after another and inspire them, everyone couldn't help talking.

"This poem is not bad. On the original work, there is actually a light of literary spirit. This is a war poem..."

"The latter one is also good. Is this to manifest a Buddha to suppress ghosts and gods?"

"There is also this article, which actually writes out Bai Da's setting for hitting the magic whip. This is too funny, isn't it trying to embody the magic whip, which is dedicated to hitting the gods?"

Under all the attention, everyone found that each work was dug out.

However, the effect can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

One of the best poems only compares the radiance of literary energy to a sharp sword that suppresses ghosts and gods. At that time, a sharp sword of literary energy slashed out horizontally, but it dispelled some of the ghostly energy in the battle formation of the Yin soldiers.

It is of no use to the ghosts and gods behind the sky ruins.

This is still a battle poem.

It is too difficult to rely on war poems to defeat ghosts and gods.

At this moment, someone suddenly discovered that an article had been taken out.

A streak of literary energy a few inches high exploded above the text space.

"This is another battle poem!"

"Yeah, the literary spirit of this poem is actually quite good, but if it's a war poem, I'm afraid it won't have much effect."

If it's a war poem, it's not completely impossible.

But at least he had to reach the level of Zhen Guo, or even Chuan Tian Tian, ​​​​to suppress this ghost.

However, in the current state of Hua, it should be impossible for anyone to write poems of this level.

When seeing such a poem, the literary spirit exuded by itself is not too high, everyone didn't pay much attention to it.

However, what happened next shocked everyone.

As you can see, as the literary spirit of this poem radiates into the heavens and the earth...then, the Yin soldiers in front of you are in chaos...

At least tens of thousands of Yin soldiers rioted in an instant.

Their condensed battle formation seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force.

The soaring ghost aura, under the blessing of the battle formation, was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, slashing towards a certain place in the void.

"Ah~~~"

Although there was obviously nothing moving there, but everyone heard an earth-shattering roar...

As if something had been cut.

"This is not a battle poem!"

Suddenly, everyone was shocked.

"Indeed, war poems are all about mobilizing the energy of heaven and earth and exerting effects similar to magic spells. War poems will definitely not be able to make the Yin soldiers riot..."

"I don't know the content of this poem. If you read it, you should know the effect!"

"Yeah, I still don't know what's going on..."

Listening to the screams in the void, everyone knew that a certain existence was injured.

Sure enough, with the screams in the sky, a void ripple came from the sky...

Wherever it passed, everything was destroyed, and the Yin soldiers in front of it all burst open...

At this moment, the content of this poem finally appeared in front of everyone.

How do you feel about cutting off your head today?
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Now go to Quantai Recruitment Department,
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　PS: The author caught a cold today, almost nausea, vomiting, dizziness, nausea... and then, during the whole day at work, he was in a weak state, which is equivalent to the kind of slapping twenty rounds in a row, even moving his fingers I feel like I have no strength... So, I don't know how long it will take me to finish the next chapter, sorry!

　　
　
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