Calculate the general ledger with the flood

The cold wind howled, biting like a knife, blowing on the face like thousands of needles piercing.Not only was it painful, but it was also oppressive and made it difficult to breathe.Only by turning around, can I barely catch my breath.

"Patriarch, there are all snow-capped mountains in front of us, and there is no road." A big man in animal skin hurried over, the red skin on his face was cracked by frost, and his messy beard was tangled together.

"Does the Jiuli tribe want to drive us all to extinction?" The old patriarch's gray beard trembled for a while, his eyes were red, showing a bit of despair, "If you don't become their slaves, you can only be driven to these places! It's death!"

The big man also sighed: "The wizard was killed by the Jiuli tribe. No one recognized the astrology, so we could only walk around. Unexpectedly, we came to a dead end. There is not even a bird in this place. It is estimated that no tribe has left yet. so far."

The old patriarch looked back at the hundreds of remaining clansmen, feeling sad for a while: "Is there no god who can save us?" He rubbed the necklace made of animal bones and jade around his neck, hoping to get some comfort from it.That was the only relic left by the dead wizard.

Suddenly, a golden light pierced through the cold wind and shone on them.All of a sudden, there was warmth, like three springs, and everyone's physical strength was much stronger than before.

In the golden light, a god-man whose face could not be seen clearly spoke, his voice was as clear as an oasis, and as majestic as a lion's roar: "Would you like to go to a place with good weather and fertile water and grass?"

"Yes, yes!" The old patriarch said hastily, "God is merciful, please save us!"

"My Buddha is merciful, as you wish." The god-man waved his hand, and the golden light engulfed the old patriarch's tribe, and was sent thousands of miles away in a blink of an eye.

When the golden light dissipated, what appeared in front of the entire tribe was a lush green grassland with rivers flowing by and hills covered with forests in the distance. Compared with the poor mountains and bad waters before, it was like a paradise.

In front of the old patriarch was a wooden statue of a god—he had never seen such a statue before, it was pure, solemn, and compassionate, and one glance made one feel calm.

"My name, Amitabha." The words of the golden man of God are still in his ears, like a lion's roar, like thunder, and like a spring.

……

I sat cross-legged quietly at the border between the east and the west of the Great Desolation, and from time to time a golden light flew into my body and flew out again.

Alas, it's rare for a villain to do good deeds, and still keep the name of his senior brother.

There is no way, who told me to be a "Taoist" in Zhunti.It's really strange to say that, as the second-in-command in Buddhism, I don't even have a serious Buddhist name.There is only one title of "Bodhisattva", which is not used often.I pretended to be a Taoist and walked around all day long to spread the Dharma, no wonder no one believed it.

In short, I am sitting here, secretly using the method of incarnation, and trying to bring the human race close to the prehistoric west to the west.The specific method varies from person to person, anyway, there is no robbing, otherwise it will attract the attention of the Eastern Saints.

For example, some small tribes couldn't survive because of the difficult environment, and as a result, a golden god guided them to go to the west.

For example, tribal wizards divination where to migrate, and finally the cracks on the turtle's shell showed "all the way to the west".

For example, in tribal wars, the defeated party fled aimlessly, praying for a place of sanctuary, and finally ran to the west "in a daze".

……

I am a dignified saint, and it is also very hard work, fooling mortals to go to the west all day long, and I have to take care of their safety on the way.In the end, these tribes are all worshiping the elder brothers.What a thankless task.

Huh?not good!Why is he here? !

A familiar breath came, and I immediately knew who it was—the protagonist Tian Xuan.

But it was too late to leave now.I can perceive him, which means he can perceive me.The sage's supernatural powers come in an instant.

Sure enough, when I looked up again, I saw the protagonist Tian Xuan standing quietly in front of me.

"A young Taoist came through the sky, wearing a golden crown on his head, cloud shoes on his feet, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a nose like a gall, a dignified appearance, and white clothes better than snow. He has a dusty temperament. I saw him With a sword in hand, he sang:

Chaos never remembers years, and Pangu was still before chaos.Sitting in the chest with three flowers and five spirits, the heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow.Holding the sword of Zhushen, I am honored among the chaos.What's the point of crossing the world, let's be free in the universe. "

I'm dying now.

Why are there so many appearance descriptions imprinted in my mind this time!The author is definitely trying to make up the word count, right?

Moreover, Yuebai's Taoist robe is still white and wins snow, it is completely copied from the previous time, and has not been changed.

Also, what's up with that poem?

I have lived such an old age, and I have never seen such a bad poem.The four sentences don't rhyme at all, and they don't even deserve to be used as a jingle.And there are two sentences ending with the word "Zun", so they can't even rhyme, which is really a state of uncanny craftsmanship.

An author who can create the world, why is his writing ability not as good as the worst doggerel poet in the world.

No, even the kids in the village singing jingles and arranging girls are better than him.

This poem is so... I can't even pronounce it in Sanskrit!

What's even more weird is that Tianxuan himself didn't say a word at all, and the so-called "songs of emotion" are all the descriptions printed in my mind.

"It's polite to mention fellow daoist." Tianxuan saluted.

"I've met Fellow Daoist Tianxuan." I clapped my hands together.

"Fellow Zhunti isn't enjoying blessings in the west, so what's the point of coming to our east?" Tian Xuan asked straightforwardly.

"Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong. This is the border between east and west. It's neither east nor west." I tried my best to argue.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you about this..."

Want to do it with me again?I don't want to do it with you!I thought to myself, clutching the Qibao Miaoshu tightly in my hand.

"...Anyway, the only ones who can go with you are the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. If you cross them, can they still have millions of households?" He mocked with a sneer.

You are obviously mocking me, why do you feel that the idea of ​​ridicule is not right?I always think it's weird, and I didn't want to do it with me?

"Zhunti, you are barren in the west, then educate your people there well, don't go to the east to fight the autumn wind!" Tianxuan suddenly raised his voice, bursting out a very familiar classic quotation.

"Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong. Fate doesn't distinguish things." I replied according to the previous routine.According to common sense, Tianxuan's subordinates will immediately say something like eloquent tongue, see the truth under his hands, and then start fighting.

But today's protagonist, Tian Xuan, doesn't seem to intend to take an unusual path.

"I have the Heavenly Ruler, the most precious treasure in my hand, and the Twelve-Rank Green Lotus, the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, the Exorcist Sword, the Chaos Orb, and the Xuanyuan Controlling Water Banner, all of which should be the Xiantian Spiritual Treasure. The best magic weapon in your body is the Seven Treasures Wonderful tree, right? A magic weapon that I have is just as high as yours."

Oh, do you think fighting is a magic weapon level fight?Is it because all your magic weapons are stronger than mine, so I can just admit defeat?It seems that this is indeed the case in this story... So, why can you win by relying on a high-level magic weapon?If this is the case, why do the two sects fight? People on both sides spread out all the magic weapons and compare them. Whoever loses will wipe his neck and commit suicide, so as not to hurt his peace in the fight.

"What exactly do you want, fellow daoist?" If you want to fight, fight, and I was ready to be beaten, but you babbled endlessly.

"Hahaha, just to remind you, my Mingjiao has collected a few good talents and beautiful jade, and I have been enshrined by the emperor, and my luck is flourishing. I also have the merit of opening the sky, which is the fate of heaven and earth, so don't be wishful thinking .”

Saying so, the protagonist gave a long laugh, turned and left.

...turn around and leave.

What happened to him today?Is the painting style wrong?I was a little confused.