At this time, many ordinary people were scared to cry, middle-aged or elderly people were fine, and the most troublesome thing was those children. At this time, their eyes suddenly turned white, and they couldn’t even see clearly around them. These children immediately cried and grabbed the ground, dying to live.

After half a ring, the white light finally dissipated, and you can see it slowly. In this way, even those middle-aged and elderly people who have some knowledge can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. After the children saw the surrounding environment at this time, they stopped crying and played with smiling faces one by one. For a moment, the pale picture of heaven and earth disappeared in the minds of these children.
In Bailu Academy, the students in the academy are getting together in twos and threes, discussing what happened in the picture just now. Most people think that this is the means of immortals. Although the book stops at ghosts and gods, these young teenagers still have rich imagination in their hearts.
In the academy, Wang Mingyang and Zhang Dezheng, who have come back, sit together, listening to the speculations of many peers, while turning their thoughts in their hearts.
"Mingyang, I think it’s better to prepare some amulets to stay with you." Just as Wang Mingyang was contemplating his thoughts, Zhang De’s words suddenly sounded in his ear.
As for Zhang De’s amulet, it was on a hill not far away, and there was a Taoist temple. Where is the amulet for sale? It is said to be an exclusive secret recipe, which has a history of thousands of years.
For these legends, Wang Mingyang is naturally scoffed at, not cut a gu, completely ignored. Now that Zhang De actually said such a thing, Wang Mingyang immediately frowned, reached out and patted a wooden box beside him and said, "What’s there to be afraid of? You still need an amulet. This is more useful than any amulet."
At Wang Mingyang’s side, there is a wooden box lying horizontally. This wooden box is made of a black wood. Anyway, Wang Mingyang doesn’t know what kind of tree this black wood is, but only knows that only this kind of tree can hold Wang Mingyang’s treasures.
Envy of looking at Wang Mingyang side of the wooden box, Zhang De almost drool, inside the wooden box, in full bloom is the good things that Wang Mingyang got at the foot of Mount Tai this time.
When Wang Mingyang brought the three branches to Bailu Academy, the teacher came to Wang Mingyang’s house with Dean Zhang Liang’s words. First, he took the three branches, and then he took the bundle of bamboo slips. After that, the teacher threw a roll of white silk to Wang Mingyang, so that Wang Mingyang could only stay in the academy and not go out for a year.
The next day, the master brought the wooden box with him. In the box, it was the three branches and the bundle of bamboo slips. These things can be said to be empty and made up for Wang Mingyang, so he did not reject the smell of Wang Mingyang, and of course, he would not take the initiative to help him.
After getting this wooden box, the master said that this box should be taken with him all the time, and he should always use the integrity in his body to warm up this wooden box. So, Wang Mingyang had to take a wooden box about the size of a banjo box with him every day.
At this time, in a few days, the temperature of the wooden box was raised with integrity, and the brilliance of the wooden box began to flicker faintly. White vital qi turned and drifted away at the edge of the wooden box. That white vital qi was added into the box when Wang Mingyang warmed the wooden box. At this time, a little bit was scattered, but it made the wooden box more extraordinary.
Hearing all the conversations in the ear are the same, Wang Mingyang immediately put the wooden box behind him, strolled out of the house and walked towards the study. Wang Mingyang was going to stay in the study when he came next. Anyway, he had to stay in the academy for a year. The things that happened outside had little to do with himself, even if the sky was falling, and Zhang Liang’s book fairy was on top of it.
Didn’t care about the vision that made heaven and earth pale just now. Wang Mingyang knew that he was still a long way from that place. When he learned that Zhang Liangshuxian was over a hundred years old, he was shocked, but now he is a little fussy, and he still hasn’t developed the cultivation of not being surprised before the rock collapses.
Not to mention, after I came back, I asked the master, but the answer I got was even more illegal. I heard that there were monks who could survive for thousands of years between heaven and earth.
Knowing all this, Wang Mingyang completely quieted down, comprehending the meaning in the book every day, and gradually becoming somewhat silent. In addition to the appearance before Zhang De, in other people’s eyes, Wang Mingyang is moving closer to the master.
At the top of Mount Tai, I closed my eyes and put my hands in the wide sleeves. At this time, I was keeping a blank state in my mind, trying not to think about other things, trying to relax my mind in this blank state.
It took a total of several months to refine the weapon of war. If you want to practice or do something in these months, it will not be such an uncomfortable state, but it happened that the weapon of war, which has been refined for several months, kept a high concentration of mind all the time, and the whole body’s mana should also be kept in and out, so that there is no mana in the body.
The display of various means, the control of countless runes, the evolution of the surrounding qi, the conciseness of the sky, etc. When I sat down, I felt that my head was a paste at this time. When I relaxed, I didn’t have that kind of oppression in my heart, and my body naturally had some bad changes.
Sitting down on the top of Mount Tai, every day, the wind and the sun are blowing, the clouds are coming and going, and the wind and rain are drifting away. For three months, Kongming has been recuperating his body and running colorful magic to keep his quiet glass body clean and clean.
Shake dust, skirts swing, long and wide sleeves shake with emptiness and brightness, making bursts of noise, slowly standing up, strolling around the top of Mount Tai, and thinking in my heart, a white deer jumped out of nowhere and jumped behind him.
Stepping on the body of Bailu, narrowing her eyes slightly, and casually looking at Bailu Academy not far from Mount Tai, I can feel that in Bailu Academy, there is awe-inspiring righteousness in nurturing artifacts related to my own war weapon.
When you move in your heart, the information you want to know will automatically emerge in your mind. Knowing everything, you didn’t do anything. Just look into the eyes of Bailu Academy, but it is more slender.
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Chapter 51 elk five thousand scribes ten thousand
Chapter 51 elk five thousand scribes ten thousand
I don’t know what that Zhang Liangshu fairy is calculating through the young man at this time, whether he is calculating his own war weapon or calculating himself. There are countless thoughts in his heart, and the speed of rotation that has already recovered is even faster than before. (Vertex novel, hand-written novel)
So, let’s see who is calculating brilliantly. Without any weakness, I know that I have already been unconsciously involved in a big whirlpool by many forces within 10,000 meters of Fiona Fang. If I can’t get away, I will inevitably be smashed in this big whirlpool. By that time, all my actions and all my treasures are just making wedding clothes for others.
The white deer jumped fast, and a moment later, it came from the top of the mountain to the mountain temple on the mountainside. As soon as it entered the mountain temple, it was empty and clear that Cheng Miao and the deer head were standing respectfully under the altar.
Shaking the dust, strolling onto the altar, standing next to the idol, looking down at the two subordinate gods respectfully, with a stroke of his right hand, the golden light overflowed and the merit book immediately appeared in his hand.
As soon as he shook his sleeves, Kong Ming said in a heavy voice, "What are the two gods here?" Between words, Kongming let go of his coercion as a god. In an instant, the majesty of the vast sea came out of Kongming’s body, and the awe-inspiring breath revolved around Cheng Miao and the deer head.
As the first subordinate deity, the deer head deity stood out first, with a wooden sign above his head and something similar to the merit book in Kong Ming’s hand. When he opened a page, the deer head deity said, "My Lord, my subordinates have sorted out all the affairs within their jurisdiction, and I’m here to report to you this time."
After listening to the words of the deer head gods, empty Ming turned and looked at Cheng Miao, who immediately summoned a bundle of bamboo slips and said; "My Lord, my subordinates have also gathered all the literati on Mount Tai, and I hereby report to my Lord."
Knowing that these two subordinate gods came to report their work, Kongming immediately withdrew his mighty majesty and flipped the merit book. This move was originally just a habitual action of Kongming, and he didn’t pay much attention to the merit book, because now Kongming hasn’t explored the way to get merit, just groped for some stones and learned some methods, but he has been getting merit for a long time. At this time, Kongming still has no clues.
But at this time, the merit book has just been opened, and the emptiness is suddenly shocked. On the page of the merit book, many fonts are written at this time, which is almost the same as when the land god was in the Qin Dynasty world of hundreds of millions of constant sands. Those fonts seem to be all merits, emitting a faint golden light.
Looking at these fonts with faint golden light, Empty Ming suddenly felt as if he had already known the long-term and continuous method of getting merit. He rolled his eyes and looked at the two subordinate gods respectfully under the altar. Empty Ming couldn’t help but squint. It turned out that he had unconsciously explored the method of getting merit.
Waving the dust, I motioned for the following two subordinate gods to talk, and I began to carefully check the numerous fonts that appeared on the merit book from when.
"There are 350 milu deer, which devour 500 meters of tender grass every day, and then feed themselves to tigers, lions, jackals, leopards and crocodiles, so that the number of milu deer at the foot of Mount Tai will be maintained, the grassland will not be desertification, and the trees will not wither."
"Supply many fierce beasts, promote ecological balance, and maintain the natural environment. Deer head gods control the ethnic number of elk herds, strive to plant flowers and trees, draw the spirit of Aoki, sort out the atmosphere of the land boundary at the foot of Mount Tai, and clean up the bloody and dead."
"In seven months, I sent 3,000 wild animals and ghosts into the jaws of death, managed ethnic groups, drew the spirit of Aoki, combed the atmosphere of the earth and Aoki, cleaned up the bloody spirit, and died, which earned me 5,000 merits."
"Taishan Mountain God is the main god of Taishan Mountain, and he has the merits of crossing the elk into a god, disciplining the deer head god, and sheltering himself. He deserves 2,500 merits."
After reading a page, all the things written on it are what the deer head gods have done in their own territory. No matter how big or small, even the things that the deer head gods organized one or two deer to go out are clearly written on it.
Fine, but seven months, the deer head gods have done a lot of things, such as regulating the atmosphere, the atmosphere of Aoki, planting flowers and trees, cleaning up the dead, etc. When the deer head gods report to themselves, they will start to calculate how many merits they can get during this director’s time.
As long as he corrects the merit book and confirms the information, the deer head god will immediately get the merit of 5 thousand. Turning my thoughts in my heart, I looked at the words written on the merit book, which also said that I also got merits, and the number of 2,500 was half of the merits obtained by the deer head gods.
In this way, Kongming knew everything clearly, turned his hand and drew out a green bamboo pen. Kongming signed his name and wrote the words of correction under the page full of deer head gods.
After twelve breaths, with the bamboo pen constantly paddling on the page, bursts of golden light emanated from the merit book. In an instant, the whole mountain temple was filled with golden light. The golden light was not dazzling, nor would it appear vulgar in the glittering mountain temple fair. Instead, the golden mountain temple had a solemn, powerful and graceful feeling.
The deer head deity shrouded in golden light suddenly felt that his strength was growing rapidly, and thick information was transmitted from the top of his head. Numerous runes automatically emerged on the body of the deer head deity. After a breath, the deer head deity, who could not control his strength well, had to turn into an elk, prostrate on the ground and accept this many forces.
After writing, Kongming put away his bamboo pen and looked at the elk lying prostrate on the ground. Between the light in his eyes, Kongming had seen a little yellow air floating on the elk.
Blinking and flipping the merit book, the elk just needs to accept the merit with peace of mind at this time, but now it depends on the hundred to ten thousand! It is said that the gods who wrote the word Cheng Miao, books, pen and ink, and ruler have gained much merit.
"Mount Tai has been erected for 10,000 years, and 130,000 mortals have left breath, while 70,000 people have left morale, praising 50,000 poems of Mount Tai, lamenting 5,000 lonely poems, and looking up to 30,000."
"In 10,000 years, among the literati, there are only 10,000 people, 6,000 book immortals among 10,000 people, and 100 book saints. The rest are all raising my pure Yang Jian realm, with a unique style, not inferior to 100 book saints."
"Collect all the literati’s fortunes in Mount Tai, collect all the poems about Mount Tai, collect all the pen, ink, paper and inkstones that look like Mount Tai, gather their fortunes, and condense their spirit. The actions of their gods should have tens of thousands of merits."
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Chapter 52 The gods drive Mingyang to travel
Chapter 52 The gods drive Mingyang to travel
"Taishan Mountain God is the main god of Taishan Mountain, who has the merits of crossing Cheng Miao into a god, has the merits of disciplining words, books, pen and ink, and has the merits of guarding the gods, and has the merits of sheltering, which is worth five thousand. (vertex novel hand-written novel) "
Finger slowly paddling on the page of merit book, when I saw that I could get five thousand merits, I couldn’t help but feel countless thoughts in my heart. If there are many gods like Cheng Miao, the scribes, then these gods can provide five thousand merits for themselves every year, but in a few years, they can surely stop caring about any monk’s thoughts, whether it’s a book fairy or a big demon.
Thoughts rolled in my heart, and Kongming took out a green bamboo pen again. Under the page where the information of the scribes and gods was written, he wrote the words of comment on writing and revision.