I am the leader of Huangquan

He has a headache!

But not teaching is not enough. One tribe joins hands to refine one, and the combat power is greatly enhanced. It is not enough to rely on only one golden cymbal.

The mountain spirits fight in group battles.

To be honest, Little Leiyin Temple's individual strength is not that strong, so let's refine Leiyin Temple's race bags and golden cymbals together, and then join forces to mobilize the enemy.

So I have to teach. It seems that at present, I can only operate silently, speak more fairy-like, and have a bit of the temperament of a classical fairy.

Embarrassment is a disease that can be cured.

I have already taught Liu Ping, are you afraid of this?

"Maitreya Buddha? We know." A mountain spirit headed by a statue replied in a low voice.

Maitreya Buddha is the future Buddha and an ancient venerable of Buddhism.

Of course they know this.

After all, after they have been enlightened for the past few months, they have started to study human books, watched some Buddhist classics stored by various tribes, and paid special attention to Buddhist cultivation.

Wu Lang glanced at them:

"I'm just a friend of that demon king. The demon king actually got some pointers from Maitreya Buddha, so he established the Xiaoleiyin Temple on a Huangmei Mountain in the lower realm."

"The human race bag is taken from the magic weapon of Maitreya Buddha. According to ancient legends, this Maitreya Buddha is transformed into a cloth bag monk. This fat monk walks on the earth, holding a cloth bag, and often goes crazy."

"And your ancestors opened the Xiaoleiyin Temple, researched the golden cymbal, and in order to thank Maitreya Buddha, they named their other magic weapon the human race bag."

"The enemies who have been collected in the human race bag, see some corpses and blood seas inside, like eighteen layers of purgatory, they are all terrified."

"Just like his description: I have a cloth bag, which is empty and unobstructed. Open it all over the ten directions, and you can look at yourself when you enter the time!"

They were shocked when they heard it, and the unrestrained will made them suddenly look at the golden statue of the big Buddha in the Little Leiyin Temple.

It turns out that there is such a source.

No wonder.

No wonder there was that scene: Come to my Lingshan, you will see the future, why not worship?

It turns out that our family has some origins from future Buddhas.

They are a little nervous and agitated.

Knowing some past events in the ancient years, the origin and detailed stories of their own lineage, made them want to practice this exercise more and more.

And Wu Lang glanced at them.

Silently breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, they didn't care, and this wave of dignified allusions will come to an end."

In fact, people don't care.

After all, the natives of this world are different from Wu Lang's modern worldview.

As a primitive and savage ancient society, they have murderous and cannibal demon cultivators, using babies to refine magic weapons, and all kinds of more evil and bloody methods. In front of them, they still think it is a kind of "purification" of themselves!

This magic weapon is, on the contrary, a kind of self-atonement.

When they listened to these histories, they became fascinated.

"Walk with a cloth bag, sit with a cloth bag, how comfortable it is to put down the cloth bag!" Wu Lang suddenly said again, this is the words of the Budai monk, and he borrowed it at this time.

boom!

Their brains suddenly exploded.

With continuous accumulation, their emotions finally reached their peak.After listening to these four sentences, I feel that they are incomparably exquisite, and they include a kind of philosophy of this race throughout their lives.

This cloth bag also symbolizes the source of their disaster, the sea of ​​bitterness, and the source of their confusion. From these four lines of poems, they seem to see a dash of vigor between the world and the clarity of awakening from a drunken life.

"The Buddha said, put it down!" They often see similar words from the Buddha, but only now do they really realize it.

——Put down the cloth bag, how comfortable!

Life is not only about the muddle in front of you, but also longevity and the future!

Seeing their trembling expressions, Wu Lang's face became a little strange, and they looked like: Zen Master, I have enlightened!

Looks very excited.

And Wu Lang soon couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

He called these nine, not only to teach them some advanced top-secret methods of this system, but also to hold a shareholders' meeting!

After all, from Wu Lang's point of view, it was almost the same as setting up a company.

These nine are shareholders, develop their own races, and let them blossom and bear fruit in all directions.

I have provided them with jobs, so they naturally have to provide themselves with wages - all kinds of fate, and send them to Huangquan Road.

The future depends on their own efforts.

And what I can do is to pour a wave of chicken soup for them before leaving, and shout: work hard!

Wu Lang nodded, "I'm about to leave, and this mountain will be left to you. Before I leave, I will pass on various higher methods for you. Afterwards, you will live on your own, knowing your fate and cultivating your fate. Destiny depends on your own hands. Fist out!"

Wu Lang went on to tell them these methods.

Then he said to them: "Next, if you are discovered by the major immortal sects, you will definitely be killed. You have to hide, escape, and develop ethnic groups everywhere."

"You each choose a direction, and develop according to your own ideas and ideas."

"Nine of you, including Taidi, there are ten in total. Some are reckless, some are prudent, some are wise, some are compassionate, some are calm and cruel..."

"You can lead and expand according to your own wishes, communicate by yourself, and hold meetings by yourself."

Wu Lang said to ten of them:

"I will give you the last test, write down the development direction you desire, you are not allowed to communicate, call it the wall-facing project."

"Yes!"

They nodded.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

Wu Lang received ten copies of the plan. They, the mountain elites, even have mutated fates, which is indeed extraordinary.

There is a radical faction who formulates the "Human Disguise Plan", intending to hide in the crowd of mortal cities, disguise as human beings, deaf-mute people wearing black cloaks, and collect various information.

There is a conservative who formulated the "Dark Elf Plan", intending to hollow out the mountain and turn it into a crypt race, build a series of great successes underground, and turn it into an underground mountain spirit, connecting the tribes of the surface mountains in the ground, extending in all directions .

There was a pessimist who set up the "Spirit Escape Plan", intending to escape into the forbidden land of the cloud and mist abyss, to live to death, to survive in the tragic environment of the devil's abyss, and to leave a kindling for their family. The other nine failed and were found In the encirclement and suppression of the Xianmen, the inheritance of the race has not been cut off, and the situation in the ancient times must not happen again.

...

Wu Lang watched quietly, with a gentle smile on his lips.

Wu Lang himself knew the horror of this. The whole world was chasing and killing him, the founder, so he had no choice but to run away. How could the ladies not be aware of their own danger?

With this kind of vigilance, they were relieved of Wu Lang's plan to divide his troops into two groups.

"You are very nice."

After hearing their plan, Wu Lang said:

"I will leave and continue to travel around the world, but I will accept a third disciple among the mountain spirit clan, who will worship in my mountain gate and become the third day of personal transmission, and teach me the unique skills that I have developed for the mountain spirit clan over the years. Cultivation method: Piccolo bloodline... ten of you have a good chance."

This skill is another skill of the mountain spirit. Wu Lang does not have it, and it is a top secret.

But it doesn't prevent me from drawing big cakes. When they rise up in the future and they develop themselves, they will naturally have the ability to deduce it.

Ten of them were excited.

disciple?

The third?

Although I don't know the relationship between that prehistoric demon king and this senior, but being able to become a disciple of this ancient existence...

"This little Leiyin Temple has only developed for a while, and there are some mountain spirits. You are each divided into ten points. Starting from a few days, you will start to implement your own plan and go your separate ways."

Wu Lang said softly.

The mountain spirits were silent for a moment. They were about to set off to implement their wall-facing plan, to seek a chance for the race and seek a future.

At the same time, Xu Xinying had already carved ten Buddha statues for them in the Buddhist temple, gathered on both sides of the central big Buddha statue, as the Buddha statue below.

"This is?"

That included the ten goblins in Taidi, who were stunned.

How did they turn their faces and portraits into sculptures here, under the first ancestor Buddha of the Little Leiyin Temple?

What can they do?

"No, you deserve to be here."

Wu Lang pointed to the entire Little Leiyin Temple, stood up, smiled gently and said:

"Everyone, let's say goodbye today. I won't see you again in the short term. The road ahead is bumpy, so please take care."

"The ten of you will be the pioneers of this era, the leaders of the race, carrying the mission and weight of trillions of people."

Wu Lang looked around.

But he only saw this small Leiyin Temple.

On the top is an ancient Buddha, and on both sides are ten lifelike Buddhas of the mountain spirit in various poses and with different expressions.

They are the ten pioneers of the era, carrying their destiny and taking the first step at the beginning.

In the distant future, the Buddha statues of the ten heroes will be forever engraved in the murals by this race and engraved in their hearts.

It should be known that among these ten branches, some branches will inevitably be extinct, and even less than two or three branches will survive, or even all of them may be wiped out!

This group of scholars in white clothes lowered their gazes, as if a celestial immortal descended to earth:

"For those of you who are present, there may be many casualties in the future."

"Perhaps, no one survived."

"Even if you died in the foundation building period and the qi refining period, you were just monks at the bottom, you are still worth remembering in history."

"The history of the common people is made step by step by the pioneers."

"The hymn of life is the hymn of courage."

"You are the bright lights in the darkness of this era. You will break through the long fog-shrouded night, shatter the tough rock, split the long boat of the bitter sea, and dedicate your life and glory to the people."

His eyes are cold, as if the gods of the ages are hanging high:

"Go, since you have chosen this path, you have nowhere to escape, you can only open up a fairy gate for your own clan, do your duty faithfully, and live and die here!"

Yes!

The ten mountain spirits clasped their fists, their eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation, their expectations for the future glowed brightly, and finally turned into a ray of firm will not to fear death, and they left Xiaoleiyin Temple quickly.

Chapter 100 Theory

After seeing them leave, Wu Lang planned to leave the tenth peak, Xiaoleiyin Temple.

"The chicken blood has been filled for them! From now on, here will be the round table meeting of their ten leaders, and they will meet regularly in the mist."

He pondered.

In the future, I really don't want to come here often.

After all, I can't help myself, and I can't control it.

They can only be divided into ten units and start ten "wall-facing projects". According to the plan of these ten planning leaders, flee, fight, hide... to resist the "aliens" who want to exterminate their species.

"It always feels like..."

"The development of the Seventh Peak is like a battle flag game?"

At this time, Xing Hanhan slowly walked out from the shadow of Xiaoleiyin Temple, "Control each character unit, operate on the map of Jingzhou, and move in the air? Arrange troops?"

Zhanqi is a folk game similar to chess in this world.

But it does make sense.

"What battle flags? I didn't control them."

Wu Lang took an angry look at her, a fun person.