Chapter 266 The evil spirits are flourishing, and the evil gods will die
Yinshan Mountains.
The mountains are long and the terrain is undulating. Looking down from a high place, there are steep peaks crisscrossing each other.
It is this rugged terrain that makes conquering this mountain difficult, and the costs outweigh the profits.
Therefore, the demons in Yinshan Mountain often come down the mountain to harass the people, and the Taoist temples at the foot of the mountain only go up the mountain to clean them from time to time. They usually clean the areas close to them, and few people go deep into the core.
Except for the last battle against the Blood Hell Ghost Mansion.
I thought that the problem of demons had been completely eradicated, but unexpectedly there was still no change.
The big monsters usually don't appear, but the little monsters always appear.
This place itself contains the soil of demons, and it is not easy to eradicate it.
Even if someone is sent to guard it for a long time, the cost will be very high.
Besides, Yinshan is not part of his jurisdiction, so there is no need to take risks.
In the southeastern part of Yinshan Mountain, a violent explosion sounded from a certain mountain.
The birds and beasts in the forest were frightened by the sound and ran around, and the leaves swished and fell.
I saw two twenty-foot-tall little giant spirits grabbing a golden bull, pressing it to the ground and beating it with their fists.
One kneeled on the Taurus's neck, and the other smashed it hard with his fist.
The beating caused the Taurus to vomit blood and its internal organs were turned over.
boom!
With the last punch, the Little Giant Spirit God's fist punched the golden bull directly, holding a blood-red demon pill in his fist.
One of these two little giant spirits is the White Ape Yuan Hong, and the other is the Erlang God.
Below, Song Lin and Wang Ziye observed the battlefield.
"Yes, both of them have alchemy cultivation. You have learned a lot about the Taoist art of war during this period. Have you mastered the three heads and six arms?"
These two little giant spirit gods were trained by the Taoist Army led by Wang Ziye.
In the eight years since Song Lin left, Wang Ziye and others have been on their own.
"Erlang Shen can use three heads and six arms, but Yuan Hong can't. I will study it further."
"One day, if Erlang Shen and the Seven Great Sages are all made into little giant spirit gods, even if the Taoist Military Department can flourish, it will at least be a jungle-level force."
Song Lindao.
Of course, it would be best to transform your Erlang God and the Seven Great Saints into Little Giant Spirit Gods during this period.
Song Lin didn't have time to refine the Little Giant Spirit God.
It took a lot of energy and financial resources to train Erlang Shen last time. Now that Wang Ziye has trained him, it's time to share some of the energy with himself.
"The Little Giant Spirit God consumes a lot of materials. It is estimated that it can only maintain the Erlang God and the Seven Great Sages. If you use three heads and six arms, you can only maintain one."
"Um."
Soon, with the cooperation of the Taoist soldiers and Taoist priests, they finally strangled all the subordinates of the Golden Bull Demon King.
A group of people came to the shore at the foot of the mountain.
There is a small village on the shore. Most of the people here wear linen clothes, have simple houses, and are all sallow and thin.
The adults in the village knelt at the entrance of the village, and the people next to them held the wine and meat in the basins high above their heads.
"The common people pay their respects to the king!"
"Long live the king!"
The villagers here seem to have long been accustomed to the struggle between demons, and they are not afraid when Song Lin and others show their magical powers.
The children in the village hid behind the crack in the door and looked at Song Lin and others timidly.
Song Lin asked everyone to get up
A group of people came to the temple in the center of the village.
The temple enshrines a statue of a golden bull.
A village chief named Niu Dali introduced that this is the Taurus God worshiped by three surrounding villages…
Every year, they worship a pair of boys and girls, ten cows, and ten wild boars. They offer incense once a month, and the Taurus God gives them food.
"Is there really food?" Wang Ziye asked.
"Yes, it's just enough for us to eat. We still need to go hunting."
The village chief said.
The boys and girls worshiped each year are selected by drawing lots.
Speaking of this incident, the village chief and villagers did not show much anger.
"Why don't you run away?" Prince Yeqi asked.
It stands to reason that they can move around freely. As long as they run to the outside world and go to the county outside, they will basically be fine.
"Hey, it's even worse outside. I heard the old man said that the villages outside have to make twenty sacrifices every year. Our village is considered good."
Chief Niu said.
Other villagers were convinced.
Wang Ziye was stunned. He didn't expect their answer.
I thought they should be filled with righteous indignation and their hearts filled with hatred.
Now I feel a little complacent, but I point to the outside and say, "Look! Your life is much better than outside. You live under the feet of the Taurus God. Just be happy."
"But there are no monsters outside that come into the village to eat people!" Wang Ziye felt that these people were simply crazy, or maybe the world was crazy.
"It's impossible, that's what the common people have been saying for generations!"
The villagers were the first to react in disbelief.
"Have your ancestors been outside? Or did you hear it from someone?"
Wang Ziye's words stunned them, and they could not speak for a long time.
Yes, is life so bad outside?
"From now on, you no longer need to offer blood food to anyone. Donghua Temple prohibits this. Come and demolish the temple!"
The prince gave orders at night, and the Taoist priests came forward to demolish the temple.
After a while, the temple collapsed.
The villagers felt empty in their hearts and had an inexplicable fear about the future.
"Then what will we eat in the future?"
The village chief murmured to himself.
"Grow your own land. There is no field in the mountains. We will send Taoist soldiers to open up a piece of land in a while. From now on, everyone will have land to farm!"
There was no need for Song Lin to say anything, Wang Ziye made everything well organized by himself.
After a while, Shi Yinhua sent someone to report.
Two nearby villages were also captured, with a total population of more than 2,100 people in the three villages.
Song Lin named this place Jinniuling.
"Did you see it? Do you know why Taoism strictly prohibits prostitution in temples?"
In order to maintain stability in their rule, the monster cultivators usually use all kinds of lies and intimidation to instill fear in the people. In this high-pressure environment, very crazy believers will be born.
Fortunately, the demon Taurus doesn't seem to be very good at it, otherwise they would not only kill demons, but also people.
Song Lin and others walked outside the village.
Not far away is a small river that divides Jinniuling into two parts from the mountain range opposite.
The river is about twenty meters wide, and the current is fast and seems to have a demonic aura. Occasionally, we can see domestic garbage in the lake.
"Leave two Taoist priests to guard the village, and the rest will follow me upstream."
Song Lin immediately gave the order.
Soon, everyone came upstream and found that there were indeed people living in this place, and there were quite a lot of them.
A group of people flew in the sky, attracting the attention of a being below.
call!
The wind suddenly rises...
A dark cloud rose below.
Above the green clouds is a tall black man.
The big man's hair was made of waterweed, his mouth was full of sharp fangs, and his eyes protruded like goldfish.
"Bold, I am General Yinshanlu! How dare you come to my territory!"
After that, General Green conjured up a green bead, placed it in the palm of his hand, and then blew it gently at everyone.
call!
Green mist surrounded me from all directions.
It turned out to be miasma.
A human figure is vaguely visible in the miasma. This is the Miasma Yin Soul Bead, which is as powerful as a top-grade spiritual weapon.
General Green looked at everyone with vicious eyes and a sneer on his lips.
General Green was a defeated general two hundred years ago. After his death, he transformed into a ghost and was worshiped by people.
The orb that I have been refining for hundreds of years in the Yin Mountains, the evil energy inside is formed by condensing the miasma thousands of times. Let alone the opponent's number of people, even if it is a hundred times more powerful, it can be easily captured.
Not only that, the people below organized people to shoot arrows at the people in the sky.
Wow!
It's a pity that this low-level magic can't help Song Lin.
I saw Song Lin calling him gently.
The Eight Scenery Divine Swords came out together.
The sword energy formed a violent wind, enveloping the miasma and formed a tornado, which instead surged towards General Green.
The next moment, General Green was strangled into pus by the sword energy and miasma.
The Taoist soldiers went to the mountain village below and quickly subdued the followers of General Green.
"Reporting to the temple master, a total of eight temple worshipers, thirty-two maidens, and seven hundred ghost soldiers were captured."
There are more than 5,000 people in this area upstream, and the roofs are decorated with green vines. You may not necessarily find anyone living below when flying in the air.
Every July 15th is a festival dedicated to General Green.
On the festival day, the temple-selected maidens perform the act of swallowing fire charcoal, and the temple arranges for a volcano performance.
Every year when passing through the volcano, some people sense the Green General's call and ascend into immortality in the fire. People flock to this event.
"Come and demolish the temple!" Prince Ye gave the order.
Most of these villagers were enslaved by the temple's priests and servants, deceived by the Shengxian Bureau, and even attacked the Taoist priests of Donghua Temple who rescued them. They are really pitiful and hateful guys.
The Taoist priests demolished the temples and the magnificent Green Temple collapsed. The moment the underground bone altar was dug out, the villagers' faith was shattered.
Names and birth dates were written on the bone altars. Some of the bone altars were broken, revealing the stark white bones.
"Son!!"
"Nine sisters!"
"father!"
When the villagers saw the names of their relatives, they were filled with grief and burst into tears.
Their inner resentment towards Song Lin and other outsiders disappeared.
I thought my relatives had ascended to the fairy world to serve the immortals, but I didn't expect that they turned into piles of bones.
The Donghua Alliance flew three routes to set off, and the operation of cutting down mountains and destroying temples lasted three days, basically sweeping away the mountains surrounding the Donghua Alliance.
Donghua Temple, Meeting Hall.
The seven temple masters and major deacons gathered together.
"Cutting down mountains, destroying temples, and eradicating demons and old ghosts are also part of spiritual practice. Do you have any insights?" Song Lin asked everyone in the school.
Shi Yinhua couldn't help snorting coldly: "Monsters and ghosts claim to be officials without permission. How dare a dead general of a defeated army call himself a loner? If we hadn't come, we wouldn't have known that such chaos between humans and ghosts existed in the world."
"Kill, kill anyone who misleads the public with your evil words. If you don't kill, it won't be enough to promote righteousness!"
Gu Yuchan stood up.
This operation was simply beyond comprehension...
In addition to demons, ghosts, and evil cultivators, certain mortals also bewitched many people.
Qingyu also stood up to speak. Her clothes were no longer gorgeous, she was wearing a simple Taoist robe, and her temperament became much calmer.
Now Qingyu is not the princess, but the real deacon of Donghuaguan.
"I have a new understanding of the Three Laws. In the past, they were only used to restrain pride and complacency. Now it seems that the Three Laws are also restraints on one's own strength and protection of living beings."
Three Laws: Do not pretend to be the mind of Heaven for your own mind; do not deceive and confuse sentient beings; do not claim to be a god in the world.
The former restrains oneself, and the latter two protects all living beings.
Song Linjian Guan has a philosophy, which is not to reveal his magic in front of others easily, and even if he is flying around, he must use blinding methods to cover himself.
Let the power of the monks be diluted in people's minds, and let people stop talking about the strange power and confuse the gods. Only in this way can there be long-term peace and stability.
Not only Qingyu, but also senior officials such as Shiyinhua sometimes don't understand.
Why downplay the influence of monks?
If there is no fear and fear in the hearts of the people, wouldn't it be easy to cause trouble?
Now they understand.
They show off their magical powers wantonly, which may not seem like much in their own eyes, but in the eyes of beings who have no power to restrain a chicken, it is very shocking, even if it is just a small rubbing of Dharma fire.
Fear subconsciously remains in people's hearts, and these fears and awe of monks can easily be exploited by demons and evil cultivators.
If magic is banned among the people, most people will not believe in it. In this way, except for some foolish men and women, ordinary people will not be taken advantage of.
"Yes, that's not right either." Song Lin shook his head, "Your idea is too one-sided. If you prohibit it openly, the demons will come secretly. We should pass on the righteous Dharma and let all living beings know the righteous path we follow."
Forbidding the appearance of saints in front of people is one step. On the one hand, there is no need to ban the magic of praying for blessings and warding off disasters. Whenever you go to a place, kill the demons and ghosts first, and then practice the Dharma, and it will naturally take root deeply.
No matter what, Song Lin was still very happy in his heart.
The theoretical level of the disciples is much higher.
The Dharma lineage can be banned, thoughts cannot be banned, and people's hearts cannot be banned.
In today's world, people's minds are set, and Song Lin's method has rich soil for survival.
The prevalence of Donghua Dharma Lineage is inevitable, and he has confidence in his own path.
"Disciple knows!"
"Okay, tomorrow you gather the mountain people to the upper reaches of the Green River from Jinniuling. More than 10,000 people should be able to apply for the establishment of a county. I will go to Daomen tomorrow to apply for resources to build a temple."
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