The past

Even though Zhang Zhen went crazy and fell into obsession, he still had the knowledge he needed.

He was born during the Miaojue period. At that time, the Kongmen and Daomen of Jing Dynasty were fighting non-stop. Masters frequently came in and out of the palaces of princes and generals. Naturally, Zhang Zhen was no stranger to their methods.

Even later, Jingwu destroyed Buddhism. As a mountain and water god, in order to protect the people of Sanghuai under his rule, he even killed two Buddhist cultivators with his own hands.

Naturally, it is not difficult to recognize that what Pei Miaode is manifesting now is one of the highest-grade ginseng in Buddhism, the green lion.

However, this incident has been going on for thousands of years. With the rampage of demons and demons, all practices have been burned to the ground. Not to mention that during the Yuanzhi period, Buddhist monks were driven out of Heniuzhou by Taoists, and Buddhist temples of all sizes were destroyed.

Destroy it thoroughly.

Where did this guy get his spiritual practice?

Zhang Zhen looked suspicious.

He is not blind, so he can naturally see that the green lion body that Pei Miaode has now manifested is a common method used by monks in the interior scene.

Although he is a dignified mountain god, since all the villagers in Sanghuai Village were transformed into living corpses by him, his popularity has never increased, and his strength has remained stagnant for more than a thousand years.

The power of the gods comes from the luck of the country and the energy of the earth. Now without the blessing of the luck of the dynasty, the amount of earth energy he can mobilize is simply pitiful with his meager strength. He can deal with a few warriors, but he can deal with monks and those seeking death.

There is no difference.

Zhang Zhen has already decided to quit.

But if you want to escape, where can you escape to?

He is a mountain and water god entrusted by the previous dynasty. His power comes from him and is also limited by it. Once he leaves Sanghuai Mountain, his divine power will be used less and it will be exhausted in a short time.

At that time, a god without divine power will be a feast from the sky to the demons.

"I want to live, yes, I can't die here -"

Zhang Zhen's eyes were blood red and he was muttering to himself. His face was twisted and there was no trace of the solemn look of a god. He was clearly an evil ghost who had escaped from hell.

"Look, you are still thinking about where to escape. Could it be that your original intention of becoming a god was just to survive?"

"Think about it carefully. Did you really turn the entire village into living corpses just to protect them from the suffering of the war? You might as well ask your heart, is this really the case?"

Pei Miaode couldn't see that the other party was now trapped in a demonic barrier. Thousands of years of wear and tear had changed Zhang Zhen's obsession from protecting the land to surviving. The famous scholar who was famous all over the world and spoke out when he was harming the people had long been there.

He was dead in an instant.

What's left is just a walking corpse that will do whatever it takes to survive.

Pei Miaode returned to his human form, placed his left hand horizontally on his left foot, and flexed the fingers of his right hand upward to make a ring. He held the Dharma Seal and appeared to Zhang Zhen to preach the Dharma to get rid of the confusion in his heart.

"not like this--"

Zhang Zhen almost subconsciously wanted to refute the other party's lies, but unexpectedly, he suddenly got stuck in place mid-sentence.

He seemed to have remembered everything.

In the thirty-fifth year of the Holy King, Emperor Jing, who claimed to be the Holy King by combining his body with the sky, was headstrong and self-willed. He was executed on the altar of heaven by the leader of the Taiping Church. The great prosperity that had lasted for thousands of years suddenly collapsed.

There are only two sources for the personality of gods. One is the edict of the emperor, and the other is the incense of all peoples.

The dynasty was disintegrated, luck dissipated, and the power of the landscape gods who had lost their legitimacy suddenly decreased by 70%. Even if there were still scattered sacrifices among the people, they were only a drop in the bucket.

At first, Zhang Zhen was very optimistic. He believed that a king would rise in five hundred years, and when the Ming Dynasty brought order to the chaos, the world would still be restored to a clear and bright future.

He tried his best to protect the villagers of Sanghuai Village and did not dare to neglect for a moment.

In those troubled times when demons and heroes were everywhere, Sanghuai Village once seemed like a paradise isolated from the world, unaffected by demons and wars.

However, the good times did not last long. Without the support of the dynasty's luck, the incense offerings alone were not enough to sustain Zhang Zhen's fight with the demons. In order to protect the people of Sanghuai Village, he could only try his best to mobilize the atmosphere of Sanghuai Mountain.

Sanghuai Mountain has been standing for more than a thousand years, and the earth's atmosphere within it is naturally vast. However, the earth's atmosphere is intertwined with each other. When one rises, both prosper and one suffers, both suffer losses. Changes in the earth's atmosphere of Sanghuai Mountain will soon cause changes in the earth's atmosphere of Sanghuaai Village.

The land became barren, farmers began to lose their harvests, and the residents of Sanghuai Village became sallow and thin. Seeing that they could no longer stay here, the villagers of Sanghuai Village chose to move away from their hometown.

People move around, but what about the gods of mountains and rivers?

Zhang Zhen felt betrayed.

Without the incense and offerings, he will only die. He has worked hard to protect these mortals for hundreds of years, but they want to abandon him?

Zhang Zhen's mentality underwent a subtle change.

Although the village head Sun Fuquan repeatedly assured him at that time that even if they moved away from this place, they would never forget the kindness of the mountain god and would never cut off their worship to him.

However, Zhang Zhen just scoffed.

He didn't believe in the promises of these villagers. Even the great Jing Dynasty fell apart at the height of its power. Just by relying on these mortals, even if they had real intentions, all it took was a group of bandits and a tiger on the way.

It's enough to kill them all.

He doesn't allow things to get out of his control.

So that night, the mountain god of Sanghuai Mountain used secret techniques to kill a whole village of people, and imprisoned their souls in their bodies, turning them into a group of living puppets only controlled by him, and has maintained control over him for thousands of years.

Sacrifice to this mountain god.

"Then tell me now, Zhang Zhen, is that demon in a luxurious brocade robe who loves to kill villagers me, or you, the mountain god who fulfills his duties?"

"If you are so upright as you say, why did you kill the soldiers under my command? How could they kill you in front of a mountain god like you?"

"You are the mountain god of Sanghuai Mountain. Even if there is no worship, the god is still the god. Why should you be afraid of the Buddha's light to this extent? It is obvious that there is a ghost in your heart that is so afraid of my Buddha!"

Pei Miaode sighed softly, and slowly patted Zhang Zhen's top door with one hand.

Losing the luck of the dynasty and eliminating the poison of incense, what is the difference between such gods and the monsters and monsters in the mountains?

If Dayuan wants to follow this path of becoming a god, he still has a lot to improve!

But no matter what, Zhang Zhen must die today.

Whether it was for the sake of the Jin Yiwei who died unjustly under his command, or for the sake of the 351 civilians in Sanghuai Village, this matter must come to an end.

Facing Pei Miaode's light, seemingly untouched palm, Zhang Zhen did not avoid it.

In other words, at this moment, he is the great scholar who is working hard to serve his family and country.

Seeing his character shattered by Pei Miaode's palm, before Zhang Zhen died, he just smiled and asked a question that had confused him for a long time.

"Elder, what was Sun Fuquan telling me that day was true or false? I watched him grow up, why do I dare not believe him this time..."
Chapter completed!