Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

I can't beat the charm, the gap between Ningyuan and Huangquan is like a natural moat.

But this is not the first time I have faced an enemy ten thousand times stronger than myself, and I have a wealth of fighting experience in this regard.To put it simply, stick to it in the early stage and sneak attack in the later stage, be sure to hit every hit and go all out.

The weak against the strong, no matter how hard they try, there is only one chance for a blow when the opponent relaxes.

Probably because we are too weak, the charm is a bit of a "cat playing with the mouse", and she even flew into the air, causing her ghost soldiers to flock to us, wanting to watch Zhen Zhen and others die of exhaustion in despair, while she Then concentrate on breaking the magic circle of the abbot of the Mercy Temple and the master of Qingyun Palace.

Although this monk is made of flesh and blood, the treasures in their hands are all extraordinary.

I also don't know how Zhen Zhen persuaded them to give up defending the capital of Nan Chu and run to protect these ordinary people who are hiding.

Zhen Zhen fought side by side with me, the blood on the girl's face was like a blooming flower, but she didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.

"Where did Zhuohua go?" She slashed the head of the ghost next to her with a knife, and asked me during the interval of the battle.

... I was summoned by the Ghost King and transferred by the Compassionate Buddha, so I couldn't care less about Zhuohua.If the King of Ghosts hadn't deliberately targeted him, he should have guarded the cooking pot in the Yongnan Army. Ordinary ghost pawns are used to eating our meals, knowing that he is a bit stupid, he can only cook and not fight, so he should not be forced to go to the battlefield.

"How many people are there in the mountains?" I asked curiously.

Zhen Zhen had a hearty smile on her face, as if a little girl was showing off her achievements: "The three caves of the cunning rabbit, I don't hide in the same place. There are the most people in this mountain, ten to twenty thousand."

"Most of them are hidden in the caves we dug out, and those standing outside cannot be hidden in the caves."

"I also know many allies. They manage other shelters. If you count the number of other places, there should be 4 to [-] people."

Although this number sounds pitifully small, during the Warring States Period, there were only 2 people in a city, while Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty was extremely prosperous, with a population of 80.

But this world has experienced all kinds of natural disasters and man-made disasters, and there are ghost kings who have been slaughtered for hundreds of years. The entire territory of the Southern Chu Alliance Army has a population of only 10,000+, and the so-called "One Hundred Thousand Alliance Army" is the only remaining human race here.

The little girl saved 4 to [-] people, which is equivalent to one-fifth. Anyway, Zhenzhen is more diligent and capable than me.

"Are you afraid?" Seeing that the abbot of the Mercy Temple was already a little bit overwhelmed by Qi Mei's approach, I abruptly turned my head and asked Zhen Zhen, "If I die..."

"Then I will become a ghost." The girl didn't care, and raised the long knife in her hand, "Just like Ah Ning, I can still fight again, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"

My eyes were gentle, and when I turned to Mi Mei again, I suppressed all the ghost energy in my body into one, and according to the touch in my memory, it turned into a strange-looking spear in my hand.

God Killing Gun (Ghost Version)

I have briefly touched the weapon of causal law that kills gods, and felt that mysterious and mysterious power.Even if the handle in his hand can only exert one percent of the original strength, it will not be a problem to kill Xi Mei.

As the god-killing spear was gradually formed, I could feel the resentment in my body being quickly emptied, and my legs felt a little weak.

Li ghosts live by resentment, so they need to eat people to supplement, so their emotions are always unstable.If one day, the resentment in his body dissipates, he will not be far from death, just like Lu Siniang and Jing Cheng back then.

"A-Ning!" Seeing that my expression was not right, Zhen Zhen shouted anxiously.

Even after a very long distance, Qi Mei still felt that strange and terrifying power. She looked down and saw the betrayer who she didn't pay attention to, holding a strange-looking spear, and the corner of her mouth curled up. , aimed at her body.

not good!She felt extremely uneasy, and instinctively wanted to leave.

But the bald donkey, who had just shown signs of decline before, entangled her with a prajna mirror like a flash of light. The bull-nosed man of Qingyun Palace became ruthless when he saw this, and broke the wooden handle of Xuantian Fuchen, and countless snow-white fine hairs scattered instantly. , flying towards her as if spiritually—

The god-killing gun is shot, killing all evil gods and evil spirits, it is so brilliant that it is unstoppable.

In the snowflake-like scattered whiskers, the tip of the gun penetrated into the abdomen, and the enchanting movement stopped, and the prajna mirror in the air reflected her appearance at this moment—a twisted evil ghost with a face full of scars.

Is this her?Qi Mei thought in confusion, is this really her?Is this still her?

She raised her hand and touched her pitted face, which cracked piece by piece like ceramic shards and turned into ashes.

She almost forgot what she looked like and what her original name was.

Her name is not Mimi, Mimi is her own name.

What is her name...

"Hong Zhao, have you really thought about it?" Jiuyou Ghost King asked, "You are deeply affected by resentment, if you forcibly mention the realm of Huangquan, you will lose your mind sooner or later."

"Subordinates think it over well, and will never regret it, and ask for the best!"

By the way, her name is Hong Zhao.

The red sun is rising, and its way is clear.

The last fragment was reduced to ashes and drifted away with the wind.

"A-Ning!" Zhen Zhen yelled again, fending off a ghost's claws, and rushed over to hug me.

Oh well, when the child grows up, he can carry his old father.

I felt my body getting lighter and lighter, as if I was about to float up. When I raised my hands, I found that even my skin became translucent.

In this world, after death, the soul will merge into the heaven and the earth, and when the ghost loses all the grievances, it will be no different from the ordinary soul, and it will dissipate like this.

"Hold on, Ah Ning, resentment... I will ask the Taoist priest and the abbot to find a way to instill resentment in you!"

Just when I was about to say something to comfort the girl, suddenly, a Buddha's name resounded through the heavens and the earth.

It is very light, but very loud, very far, but very close, as if it pierces the sky, and it seems to be whispering in your ear.

The sound of the Buddha's name is like a heavy bell, awakening the clarity of the spiritual platform of all living beings.

"Save the world with mercy, sacrifice your life to save people, this disciple is now enlightened."

This voice is extremely familiar, but it seems so strange, with infinite compassion and compassion, but transparent and calm.

"Zhuo Hua?" Zhen Zhen opened her cat's eyes wide and looked in the direction of Nanchu King City in disbelief, then looked down at me.

The voice was clear and warm, calm and solemn: "One day the grievances in the world will not dissipate, and the world will not be peaceful for a day. However, when people die and souls are extinguished, resentment is hard to dissipate, and all living beings are really suffering. Today, I am willing to give up this body and turn it into the six realms of hell, so that all living beings The soul has a return, the grievance has an end, the underworld is not empty, and I swear not to become a Buddha.”[1]

At this time, a deeper Buddha's cry came from the sky, and he agreed: "Good, this calamity is over."

Not long ago, in the capital of Southern Chu, the ghost king's army had already entered the city.

Because the ascetics in the city were not present, these dignitaries and guards were vulnerable in front of the ghost soldiers, let alone the presence of the ghost king of Jiuyou.

After a few sticks of incense, the ghost king walked into the king's city with his hands behind his back, dressed in blood, just like the "Northern Bloody Night Change".

It's just that he is no longer Prince Qingyu, who is powerless to return to heaven, but the Nine Nether Ghost King, who symbolizes human calamity.

"This is the legacy of the Beisheng royal family, right?" Hanyue ignored Jin Jiawei's fear, walked in front of a few nobles in fine clothes, glanced at them, and immediately knew the origin of these people, "They are the heirs of the second brother."

Back then, there were three princes in Beisheng: Prince Qingyu who was born in the middle palace, the second prince who was a transparent man born to a little maid, and the third prince who was born to the family's favorite concubine.

The second prince was from the worst family background, with a cowardly character and could not be favored. He was expelled to fief when he was a weak crown, but escaped unharmed.

To be honest, Prince Qingyu and this second younger brother had no enmity or enmity. After Beisheng destroyed the country, one of them fled to Dongqi, and the other fled to Nanchu. In the past 500 years, things have long changed, and even half of the shadow of the second prince can't be seen.

Looking at the trembling crowd, the Ghost King chuckled, and collapsed in the blink of an eye.

When the world is destroyed and the city is slaughtered, no one will be left behind, men, women, old and young, high and low, all beings are equal.

When Jiuyou Ghost King killed the last nobleman in the palace, he heard the Buddha's call from the sky, he raised his eyebrows, and the next moment, he appeared in the market in the city, looking down at Zhuohua sitting in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He no longer looks foolish, but calm and heavy like a mountain, clasping his hands together, closing his eyes and reciting Buddha's name.

The Buddha's name resounded through the heavens and the earth, clearing the spirit towers of all the ghosts, and reminded them of all kinds of things in the past: there are loved ones who can't let go, and hatred and resentment that can't be let go.

Zhuohua didn't force the ghosts, but just made them wake up, no longer controlled by the ghost king, and no longer disturbed by the desire to kill, he just gave them a choice.

You have already remembered all the things in the past, so, should you follow the ghost king and continue to degenerate, or put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately?

As the dignitaries were killed, as Zhuohua turned into the underworld, as the ghosts came to their senses, and as the merciful and compassionate Buddha said "this catastrophe is over", Hanyue found that her power was gradually disappearing, and the resentment entrenched in her body gradually disappeared. A little less.

Tiandao finally gave up on destroying the world, and chose to be lenient to the human race.

In other words, Tiandao has no feelings at all, and will not make any choices.It's just that since the grievances of all beings have a place to go, the common karma in the world will end here.

He was born in response to the calamity, and he should die in response to the calamity, taking responsibility for the killings he has committed in the past 500 years.

If the ghost king Jiuyou felt something, he raised his head and saw the majestic dharma body of the compassionate Buddha in the sky.

"Master." He clasped his hands together and saluted, "Everything is over."

"Aren't you enlightened yet?" asked the Compassionate Buddha.

Hanyue laughed: "I realized it, but I didn't realize it."

The Compassionate Buddha nodded and smiled: "It's good, you can go now."

Hanyue turned her head and looked at Zhuohua who had opened her eyes. They had exactly the same face, but they seemed to have both good and evil sides, both of which were indispensable.The Nine Nether Ghost King no longer hesitated, he walked towards himself in the pile of corpses, the two merged into one, escaped into the ground, and together became the Hades of the Underworld.

With the sound of the Buddha's name, I also understood that I should go.

With the advent of Hades, the six realms of the underworld have been completed, and there are only three options for tens of thousands of ghosts-still follow the ghost king, put down the butcher knife and reincarnate, or be wiped out completely.But no matter which path you choose, you must leave the world.

In the body of a ghost, yin and yang are different, so they cannot stay in the human world forever.

Of course, I am a special case, and I still have a fourth way.

The Compassionate Buddha should remember that he seems to owe me something.

The old woodcutter appeared among the Six Paths, still smoking the dry tobacco, and joked: "The old man keeps his promise, how can he do something that is treacherous?"

"Of course not, how dare I slander the World Honored One?"

The old woodcutter stretched out his pipe and tapped my wrist. The cigarette butt was not hot at all, but where it touched, it transformed into a vivid carp, hiding under a black lotus, and swayed its tail at me lively.

Is this the gift from the Compassionate Buddha?Why does he like being a riddle man so much, oh no, the riddle Buddha?

"What is this?"

"Buddha said, don't say it," the old woodcutter said with a smile while holding the pipe, "it will be used when the time comes."

Unwilling to give up, I asked again, "Does the World Honored One know why I have been reincarnated for so many lives?"

"Know a thing or two." Then he stopped talking.

If it weren't for being unable to beat him, I might already be pulling his beard by now.

"Your reincarnation is also a causal cycle."

"Why?"

"People in the world often say that cause and effect follow, but you don't," the old woodcutter said meaningfully, "your cause comes later."

To be honest, I didn't quite understand it, and wanted to ask again, but the Compassionate Buddha only said the last sentence.

"After the ninth life, there will be results, but if you do good deeds, don't ask about good or bad."

Then, He blasted me away, to be precise, threw me into the seventh door among the six realms.

It's a pity that I haven't had time to say goodbye to my old friend yet.

But I also know that the Compassionate Buddha did not intentionally make things difficult for me.Before, in order to kill the demon, I used all my resentment to condense into a god-killing spear, and I was on the verge of losing my soul.Although the Buddha sacrificed his life to convert all ghosts, I couldn't be crossed.

Because I am simply a strange flower that grew out of the resentment of the dead. I have no predestined relationship in life. If it dissipates, it will be really dangerous. That's why the Buddha of Compassion pushed me to the next world. He is saving me.

But I still regret it, forget it, it is already a miracle to have such an ending, I only hope that the old man will have a smooth life from now on.