Chapter 70 The Leader of Tongtian, Eight Arrays of Soldiers and Horses
"kill!!"
The bright moon is like a mirror, and the blue sky is like washing.
Song Lin looked up at the sky. Is the bright moon in front of him the same one that originally illuminated Xiuyue World?
If it is true, maybe you can even see your disciples when you go up there.
At first, in order to snatch the elixir, no funeral arrangements were made for everyone; but it is easier to practice on it, and maybe you will become a new moon cultivator.
Next to Song Lin stood Xi Fang. Ten feet below them were tigers, leopards and jackals fighting with the soldiers.
The strange thing is that the tigers, leopards and jackals are also arranged in formation like human soldiers, as if someone is directing them from behind.
The number of rampant soldiers is smaller, but with close cooperation, they can still fight the tigers and leopards equally, but the losses are a bit heavy.
"Altar Master, why don't we go down and help?" Xi Fang was a little worried.
"No way, Rambing's body is not here. It will recover after a while."
Song Lin said.
This type of rampant soldiers are the most common hunting soldiers in Taoist temples. The characteristics of this type of soldiers are their mobility and their ability to ignore any terrain, but their combat effectiveness is somewhat poor.
There are hundreds of types of five-way rampant soldiers, and Song Lin learned four types from Zi Yuan: hunting rampant soldiers in the mountains, rampant soldiers with disheveled hair, beheading chickens to sacrifice their blood, and the ferocious soul-collecting rampant soldiers.
"How many wild ghosts have you caught?"
"More than two hundred."
"How many?"
"Haha, the world is in chaos now, and there are lonely souls and wild ghosts everywhere." Xi Fang was a little surprised, isn't this world full of ghosts?
"Yes." Song Lin could also understand.
There is no Taoism in this world, and no Taoist priests regularly clean up these lonely ghosts.
"Okay, let's deal with the stone man first."
The two of them flew to the depths of Dongshan Mountain, one behind the other.
"This Dongshan Stone Man has a great origin." Xi Fang suddenly said.
"Oh? Tell me."
"It is said that Dongshan Shiweng was a general of the former Tang Dynasty. Dongshan was an ancient battlefield before. Generals died on the battlefield and their blood was sprinkled on the stones. The villagers at the foot of the mountain worshiped the stones as sacred objects and built temples to offer sacrifices."
"What happened next? How did you get to the mountain?"
"Ahem, six children drowned in the village on the day of the consecration. The old man thought this thing was ominous, so he threw it on the mountain to prevent the general from retaliating. He also tied the menstrual cloth to a stone."
"I see!"
Xi Fang came prepared this time.
"Altar Master, I asked the soldiers to collect more than a dozen pieces of menstrual cloth before coming here. I will definitely capture this beast!"
"I hope so." Song Lin stopped taking action to see what the effect would be.
The two flew deep into the mountains.
"What a brave dog, how dare you force your way into Dongshan!"
The black air flew up into the sky, forming a three-foot-long man whose whole body was made of black mist.
"watch out!!"
Wow!
Xi Fang waved his hand and produced more than a dozen pieces of red cloth.
The piece of cloth fell on Dongshan Shiweng, like fire thrown into a wet haystack, and black smoke began to emit.
"You... are despicable!!" Dongshan Shiweng's expression changed drastically, as if he knew what it was.
Is it really useful?
(According to the setting of folk mythology, even Taishang Laojun can defeat this thing. Of course, this book will not be so nonsense.)
This guy's combat effectiveness has been reduced by at least 50%.
Wow!
A dozen rays of moonlight fell from the sky.
The moonlight forms a fence, surrounding it.
Another flying sword.
boom!
The flying sword passed through the chest with flames.
"Ahh!!"
Dongshan Shiweng screamed in pain and turned into a black smoke, trying to escape far away.
The next second, it was photographed by Song Lin from the sky and swallowed in one gulp.
In an instant, the soul body condensed again, this time becoming almost like a real person.
At the same time, a new magical power appeared on the panel, and Daoxing suddenly rose for seven years.
Name: Song Lin, Dongshan Hunting Lord.
Category: ghosts and gods
Realm: Tunzhiyincao
Daoxing: fourteen years
Supernatural powers: dream enquiry, bamboo hexagrams, cold disease techniques, and the eight formations of soldiers and horses.
Eight Formations of Soldiers and Horses?
Song Lin's thoughts changed.
A dark mist-like sand table appeared in front of him. The sand table was the terrain where the surrounding rampant soldiers were located.
Song Lin can arrange the formation at will and convey the message to anyone.
"No wonder tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves are arranged so neatly. It turns out to be this magic."
Xuan Ke Guan's rampant soldiers rely on command flags to convey orders, and there is still some delay between them. Sometimes the battlefield is changeable, and this sand table technique can be used to quickly control the situation.
"This method is indeed better than Xuan Ke Guan." Song Lin thought to himself.
What's more important is that it's a spell that allows you to return to reality and practice.
After finishing cleaning up, Song Lin told Xi Fang: "I will go back and retreat for a while. You first integrate all the mountain villages at the foot of Dongshan. Other forces must not get involved."
"good!"
The end of the first year of the altar temple (the first year is counted as the resurrection)
Song Lin went into seclusion to practice the art of war, and the whole Xi family came to join him. With the help of educated people, doctrines and rules began to be established.
The second year of the altar temple.
Twelve villages at the foot of Dongshan Mountain, with a total of more than 7,000 people, were included in the scope of believers. Song Lin trained his troops and entered an important pass. Xi Fang led his troops to search wildly for lonely souls and wild ghosts.
The third year of the altar temple.
Nothing happened in the Hunting Temple, but the rebel Huang Cao led the cannibal army to invade Chang'an City of the Chen Dynasty and massacred the city for three days, leaving the ground bloody.
For a time, all the princes in the world came together.
The fourth year of the altar temple.
Adhering to the strategy of building high walls and accumulating grain, Song Lin did not continue to expand, but instead violently stormed the army to the limit that the garrison could bear.
The fifth year of the altar temple.
Huang Cao took the emperor to order the princes and proclaimed himself King of Wei. He slaughtered Pengcheng to sacrifice the leader of Tongtian Cult. No chickens or dogs were left, and the river stopped flowing. He named the leader of Tongtian Cult as the Spiritual Saint King. At this point, the belief of Tongtian Ancient Cult unified the northwest.
Each group began to fight with the backing of their own beliefs.
At the end of the year, we visit Dongshan Hunting Temple.
Now the temple has been renovated and the headquarters is located on the hillside of Dongshan Mountain.
The interior of the temple.
Next to Song Lin stood the great judge Xi Fang, as well as strange-looking rampant generals and a nine-foot-tall great white ape.
In front of them were 1,800 strong soldiers.
The largest group of 800 wandering mountains hunt aggressively. They are nine feet tall and have green faces. They are led by the ghost of the mountain spirit, also known as the Great White Ape.
This is a monster discovered deep in Dongshan Mountain, and now it is under his command.
And fifty pairs, that is, one hundred soul-collecting and forbidden warriors, one in black and one in white, armed with maces and chains.
Four hundred men were as majestic as oxen and one foot tall, like an enlarged version of the disheveled soldiers roaming the mountains.
Four hundred thin men, wearing Taoist robes, with blood on their faces and red hair, slaughtered chickens to sacrifice blood.
The evil spirit surges into the clouds, and the divine armor blocks the sun.
Song Lin looked at his achievements in the past five years with satisfaction.
There were failures during this period, but it was still going smoothly. The interior of the main temple was densely packed with altars of soldiers and horses. This was the limit of the hunting temple's support.
"Congratulations to the leader of the altar for your great success!" Xi Fang said with Yourong Yan.
I didn't expect that my lord was really capable of taking over the entire Dongshan County.
"Altar Master, why don't we also bet on a mortal hero? No matter what happens, we can become one of the princes of the underworld."
"Don't rush! Wait a moment, the current situation is still unclear." Song Lin then said to everyone, "I will stay in seclusion for a while."
In fact, the time to stop flooding is approaching.
Five years have passed in the story world. According to the calculation of one to half a year, ten days have passed in the outside world.
There are less than five days until the Rain-stopping Jiao Festival.
I must seize the time these days to train my real-life Taoist soldiers.