Facing the dazzling scenery, He Zhao returned to the bedroom of the second save point. The electronic clock hanging on the wall in front showed the time as——[06:30:05].
"Conventional methods don't work at all. It's true that I'm a bit naive."
If you think about it, the family branch of Bufa Temple transports all the students from various schools to their high school. They are facing the next generation of mainstays, so you can imagine how strict the security arrangements must be.
We will never let anyone who has anything wrong at all enter the school. If there is any abnormality, we will get to the bottom of it and dig deep to ensure the safe growth of the seedlings.
Fortunately, the Mahayana religion was not exposed, and even secretly suppressed a big one and summoned the terrifying Bodhisattva. No...no, according to other people's name, it should be called the Ten Abode Bodhisattva.
This shows how secretive the operation was. Even a large number of professional correspondents could not find any flaws. How could a mere young monk catch the tail?
It's really that easy. I don't know how many times I've had people destroy the religion in the past ten years, but now I can still come out and cause trouble.
"They were wiped out more than ten years ago and suffered a heavy blow. When they appear again, they must be fully prepared. In other words, the Mahamudra and the secret techniques of various factions will naturally be on guard."
After all, he has the only investigative skill that allows him to detect the ins and outs of others.
If it doesn't work, what should you do?
"..."
After thinking for a long time, he decided to write an anonymous letter and give it to the people in the family branch of Bufa Temple.
Wang Bo was ordered to go out and attack, so that this powerful man who could fight the Ten-Abode Bodhisattva with both sides injured would first find fault with the Mahayana teachings.
"Try it first. If it doesn't work, then think of other ways."
Anyway, he and the Mahayana teachers were at odds, and the two had to decide a winner.
After a while, Renren Zhao took out the newspapers that his family had accumulated in recent years, cut out the words, arranged them into a letter, and pasted them together.
"Go to school."
Everything seems to reappear as if it were yesterday.
Arriving at Qingxiu Class 1 smoothly, the class teacher is still Zhang Song.
"Go back to your seat."
"Teacher, I have a question. Is there anyone named Zhang Song in our school?"
When Xiao Zhang heard this, his face was full of questions.
For the first time, someone asked him in front of him if he knew his name.
"What's the matter?"
"Teacher, I was passing by the woods and picked up a letter. It said: Personally addressed to Teacher Zhang Song. I can be very sure that there is no one named Zhang Mingsong in our high school.
If there are, then they can only be teachers and students from other schools who take the school bus. And the teachers are unfamiliar faces and may be acquainted with them, so they will ask.
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If you don’t recognize it, you can only hand it over to the school’s lost and property office, put up a notice, or broadcast it.”
What he said was reasonable and well-founded, and the grove area was not under surveillance, and it was the only way to the various teaching buildings and canteens. There were not only a thousand but also eight hundred people passing by there every day.
Basically, the person named He had to pick himself out.
Of course, even if Zhang Song doesn't believe it and doubts him, it doesn't matter.
No big deal, just go back!
I just thought of another reason and handed the letter to Xiao Zhang.
Having experienced over 10,000 retrievals, he does not mind consuming time and effort at all.
"Letter? Bring it here and let me take a look. Oh, by the way. My name is Zhang Song, teacher."
"..."
I don't know why, but when the other person says "I'm the teacher", coupled with the slightly vulgar face, it always reminds people of some action art movies starring two or three people.
Zhang Song reached out to catch the letter that was handed to him. His eyelids twitched as he looked at the words cut out from an unknown newspaper stuck crookedly on the envelope.
[The Mahayana sect has sneaked into Shangyang City with a premeditated plan to summon the Ten Abode Bodhisattvas. According to gossip, the location is the current school. Please be sure to take more precautions and don't let the other party's conspiracy succeed. ]
The first three words made his expression change drastically.
The words "Ten Abode Bodhisattva", "School", etc. came next, and my face turned pale when I saw them.
"Go to self-study first."
Zhang Song turned around and slapped his forehead.
"I almost forgot. From now on, you will be the squad leader of Class 1. This is today's portion of tribute rice. You will be responsible for distributing it. The amount is entirely up to you. Also, I will mark your contribution today."
After he finished speaking, he patted He Zhao on the shoulder and hurriedly left the big classroom.
"Wish you a safe journey."
The new head teacher of Qingxiu Class 1 never expected that on his first day in office, g.
Who can bless people like you?
In the afternoon, Zhang Song returned with a worried look on his face and continued the unfinished teaching in the morning.
One day, two days, three days, four days, five days, six days, all passed safely.
In this regard, someone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The ancestral branch of Bufa Temple can be regarded as a human thing.
It is worth mentioning that the entire Shangyang City has been in a high-pressure defensive state in the past six days.
Not only did no Mahayana people come out to cause trouble, but the crime rate also plummeted by 90%, and there was no such thing as petty theft.
Although it is a little depressing, people's lives seem to be safer.
However, on the ninth day, one day after that, when I was able to try to perform the fundamental seal to make my flesh and blood have consciousness, something unexpected happened.
The huge and terrifying Bodhisattva emerged from the underground in the city center and pushed all the way.
All landmark buildings were destroyed, and the casualties were hundreds of times more severe than the school.
"???"
At that moment, He Zhao completely understood.
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 people responsible for execution are physically and mentally exhausted.
The result was completely unexpected. Just relax a little and let the enemy find an opportunity to penetrate the soul with one shot.
"Return!"
Shuxiangya County, bedroom.
The electronic clock on the wall directly in front shows the time - [06:30:05].
"You can only commit a thief in a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief in a thousand days."
Can high-pressure defense last for one month, two months, one year, or two years?
Passive defense is not enough, you can only take the initiative to attack.
"Through the ancestral branch of Bufa Temple, which has been strictly guarded, it can be confirmed that they can indeed find the Mahayana mole that has sneaked into Shangyang City. Unfortunately, if it is two or three days later, I will be able to complete the last step of the basic seal."
Thinking of this, his eyes almost burst out with fire.
Gan Liniang’s Mahayana teachings!
The conflict between the two sides is getting deeper and deeper.
"Since the Mahamudra system doesn't work, can I use other systems' methods?"
Don't forget, he is a man with thirteen Taoist fruits.
"Knights can't do it, and we're not in a world controlled by ancient gods. Machinery seems to work, but it requires a lot of time and money to research and create. Secret medicine? Don't ignore it."
After thinking about it, it seems that the best one is the sacrifice, or the priest.
The former means a kind of belief activity, which originates from the belief concept of harmonious coexistence of heaven and earth. The latter refers to the people who serve as assistant priests or chief priests on the altar in order to worship or worship the gods they believe in. of irreplaceable importance.
In Priest Daoguo, there are three factions.
The first faction: Human and God Priests, the main targets of sacrifice are ancestor gods, sage gods, industry gods, living utensil gods, etc. They are directly related to people's daily life and enjoy the most sacrifices.
Of course, their strength is also the main factor in fighting.
In the world of Priest Daoguo, the strength of human and god priests all depends on whether their ancestors are strong. They are at the bottom, but it is not absolute. Some sects with sages, gods, and industry gods are also extremely powerful.
He thought about it carefully, considering the situation in the world of great disaster, it would be difficult for any saints or gods of industry to be alive. Even the TM Bodhisattva looks like a ferocious evil ghost, and the saints may not be able to survive the disaster.
The second faction: earthly priests. The main targets of sacrifice are social gods, mountain gods, water gods, stone gods, fire gods, and animal and plant gods. They originate from the earth and are closely related to human survival.
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, if a gurgling stream also gives birth to spirituality, it is a river god. Even if it is weak, it is still a god.
Compared to the first faction, the second faction is undoubtedly much better. With specific means and with the help of the power of nature gods, powerful priests can even control monstrous floods with one person's power and annex hostile tribes, countries, and even land.
The third faction: God Sacrifice. The main sacrifice targets are the God of Heaven, Sun God, Moon God, Star God, Thunder God, Rain God and Wind and Cloud Gods. The strongest among the three can be called the God of Heaven. You can imagine the implications. The power of.
But, having said that, in the disaster world, Bodhisattvas have not escaped the obstacles of evil gods and demons. Even if there are gods, what can they do? I am afraid that they will change their appearance long ago, and the gold and jade will be ruined inside.
After weighing the three high priests, it seems that only the priests have a better future.
"The decision is yours...Pika...ahh!"
"Earth Priest!"
He took out the Gabala spiritual bone rosary from his neck, and he felt a little nervous.
I hope that the power of the two spirit bone rosary beads can fulfill my wish.
"Please make me an earthly priest!"
There was no response. If there were two more crows, the picture would be even better.
"Please tell me how to become a priest of the earth."
"Kacha—"
The Gabala spiritual bone rosary broke into pieces and turned into two balls of white bone powder falling down.
"Buzz——"
The supernatural power came, and a large amount of strange information poured into my mind.
For a long time, the headache caused by the influx of information slowly subsided.
"call......"
He let out a deep breath, and his expression looked very fucked up.
Nothing else, if you want to become an Earth Priest, you need to perform a blood sacrifice.
"..."
Moreover, the number shall not be less than 1,000 people.
What is this? If you want to save someone, you have to kill someone first?
"Hey...wait a minute!"
There is no need for him to be a murderous maniac, because there is a Ten Abode Bodhisattva here.
With a height of 175 meters, she can catch hundreds of people with one hand.
If you catch a few handfuls in a row, the amount is enough.
"Okay, let me do some work for you first."
"Return."
The world paused and went backwards rapidly.
Bedroom, time: [06:30:05].
After washing up comfortably and making a hearty breakfast, I drove slowly to school.
No matter how hard Mahayana teaches, it will explode on the third day.
Next, things developed just like the previous setbacks.
The third day, at noon.
When the students returned one after another, the thin black light pillars on the ground soared into the sky. Then they turned into a black sky that blocked out the sun and enveloped the entire Shangyang City.
"Rumble..."
The ground cracked, and a huge stone statue crawled out of the crack, roaring to the sky.
He Zhao watched with an expressionless face. He had already arranged everything within three days, waiting for the Ten Abode Bodhisattva to arrive as promised. He would give her a free and ruthless slap in the face and let out a bad breath.
One handful...two...three handfuls were taken out, and the teachers and students of the school gathered on the playground lost one-third and more than a thousand lives.
As expected, Wang Bo was the first to rush to the scene.
It's not that the others were afraid of their lives, but that they were stopped by the Mahayana sect's men.
No one knows whether the arrival of everyone from the ancestral branch of Bufa Temple will cause too many changes and really overthrow the Ten Abode Bodhisattvas.
In the end, one person and one stone statue still lost both sides, but what puzzled the Bodhisattva was why he didn't feel any benefit at all despite devouring more than a thousand human lives.
But no, it would be damning if she could feel it.
The huge school has long been decorated like a simple altar by a famous ruthless man. All killings within the school boundaries are dedicated to the gods of nature in the world.
Of course she doesn't have a hair on her head.
"boom--"
The ruthless man's mind was buzzing, as if a red-hot steel bar was inserted into his head and stirred continuously, giving him a splitting headache.
Ten seconds later, a huge hieroglyph was deeply imprinted on my mind.
The word is exactly - [Sacrifice].
From then on, he could consider himself a priest of the earth.
"no the same."
He Zhao found that the world looked completely different in his eyes.
The wind, the earth, the boiling magma, and the moisture in the air all have their own representative colors, and emit a vague consciousness.
"Return."
The world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly regressed.
Thousands of teachers and students who had been brutally attacked by the ten-jumbo Bodhisattva were spat out from each other's mouths again and slowly placed on the ground.
Shuxiangya County, bedroom.
"call--"
He breathed a long sigh of relief. Now he couldn't say he was very sure about finding the person who taught the Mahayana religion, but he was ninety percent sure.
The perspective of the earthly priest is different from that of ordinary people.
It can clearly see every human emotion.
It’s impossible to have no emotions at all when doing big things!
Anyone with abnormal emotions must have a big problem.
Not caring about washing or eating, he got dressed, drove the car, and rushed to school quickly.
Arriving at the school gate, he squatted skillfully next to the mastiff.
The middle-aged man in the communication room: "???"
"My teacher's name is Zhang Song."
"Please."
The mastiff tilted its head and looked at him, and he also tilted his head and looked at the mastiff.
Underneath the fiery red, there is also another touch of exciting orange.
'excited?'
Compared to a mastiff, a middle-aged man has a hint of brown underneath his fiery red color.
'Calm...hard-working?'
It must be said that the first impression given by the appearance of a middle-aged man is that he is reliable and hard-working.
"If I had this ability in school, I would be the beauty of the class, the beauty of the department, and the beauty of the school."
"Squeak!"
In my wild thoughts, a school bus parked in the school's exclusive parking space.
Immediately afterwards, a dozen students walked out of the room.
The leader, representing the fiery red color of the family branch of Bufa Temple, hides a thick and shocking black.