I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

This bag magic weapon is indeed a characteristic of the Jedi.

That bag is very evil. It was made by sterilizing hundreds of millions of evil and impure things into it and melting it.

In the words of the players, it is a waste utilization. Although I have tried brewing aphrodisiac wine before, I found that it is not practical.

After all, most players are absolutely practical, and they know best the hard work of moving bricks with various materials.

"The sand sculpture players of "Ghost of the Underworld" misunderstood me! None of the stuff they made has a normal style! It just looks funny on the Internet, but in reality." Wu Lang has a big head, which is quite difficult to handle.

How glamorous and upright.

How about explaining this system?

It's a difficult question.

He has a headache!

But it won’t work without teaching.

The mountain spirit clan fights in groups.

To be honest, the mountain spirit's individual strength is not very strong. Together they refine their Leiyin Temple human race bag and golden cymbals, and then join forces to mobilize the enemy.

So I have to teach. It seems that for now, I can only operate silently, speak in a more fairy-like manner, and have some of the temperament of a classical fairy.

Embarrassment is a disease and needs to be cured.

You have already taught Liu Ping, but you are still afraid of this?

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

Maitreya Buddha is the future Buddha and an ancient venerable figure in Buddhism.

Of course they know this.

After all, after they gained wisdom in the past few months, they began to study human books and looked at some of the Buddhist scriptures stored by various tribes to rob caravans, with a special focus on Buddhist cultivation.

Wu Lang glanced at them:

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

"The human bag is taken from the magic weapon of Maitreya Buddha. According to ancient legend, this Maitreya Buddha incarnated into a cloth-bag monk. This fat monk walked on the earth, holding a cloth bag, and often went crazy."

"And your ancestors opened the Xiaoleiyin Temple and developed the golden cymbal. In order to be grateful to Maitreya Buddha, they named another magic weapon of theirs the human race bag."

"The enemies who were put into the human race bags were filled with fear when they saw the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, full of murderous intent, like eighteen levels of purgatory."

"Just like the cloth bag monk himself described: I have a cloth bag, which is empty and has no worries. I open it in all directions and feel at ease when I enter it!"

They were shocked when they heard it, and the unrestrained will in it made their demonic thoughts suddenly look at the golden statue of the Buddha in Xiaoleiyin Temple.

It turns out there is such a connection.

No wonder.

No wonder that scene will appear: When you come to my spiritual mountain, you can see the future, why don't you worship?

It turns out that our clan has some roots in the future Buddha.

They are a little nervous and excited.

Knowing some of the past events in ancient times, the origins and detailed stories of their own lineage made them want to practice this technique more and more.

Wu Lang glanced at them.

Silently heaving a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, they didn't pay attention, and this wave of upright allusions has come to an end."

In fact, people don't care.

After all, the indigenous people of this world have a different worldview from Wu Lang's modern people.

As a primitive and barbaric ancient society, they use evil cultivators who kill and eat people, use babies to refine magic weapons, and use all kinds of more evil and bloody methods. However, they think this is a kind of "purification" of themselves!

This magic weapon is actually a kind of self-atonement.

They were fascinated by the history.

"You can walk with a cloth bag, sit with a cloth bag, put down the cloth bag, how comfortable you are!" Wu Lang suddenly said again, these were the words of the cloth bag monk, and he borrowed them at this time.

boom!

Their brains suddenly exploded.

As they continued to accumulate, their emotions finally reached their peak. After listening to these four sentences, I just felt that they were extremely exquisite and contained a lifelong philosophy of this race.

This bag actually symbolizes the source of their disaster, the sea of ​​suffering, and the source of confusion. From these four lines of poetry, they seem to see a dash of spirit that is free and unrestrained in the world, and the clarity of awakening from the drunken and confused life.

——How comfortable it is to put down the bag!

"The Buddha said, let go!" They often see similar words from the Buddha, but only now do they truly understand.

Life is not just about the confusion in front of you, but also about eternal life and the distance!

Looking at their trembling expressions, Wu Lang looked a little weird, and they looked like: Zen Master, I have enlightened!

He looked extremely excited.

And Wu Lang soon became too lazy to pay attention.

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

After all, from Wu Lang's perspective, this is almost the same as setting up a company.

These few are the shareholders, developing their own races and letting them blossom and bear fruit in all directions.

In this company, I provide them with jobs, and they naturally have to provide themselves with wages - various fates, sent to the road to hell.

The future will depend on their own efforts.

And all I can do is to pour a wave of chicken soup for them before leaving and shout: "Keep working hard!"

Wu Lang nodded, "I am about to leave, and I will leave this mountain to you. Before I leave, I will pass on various higher methods to you. From now on, you will support yourself, know your destiny and cultivate your destiny. Your destiny is up to you." It was punched with both fists!”

Wu Lang went on to tell them these methods.

Then he said to them: "Next, if you are discovered by the major immortal sects, they will definitely kill you. You must hide, escape, and develop tribes everywhere."

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

"Nine of you, plus Taichi, there are ten in total. Some are reckless, some are cautious, some are amazingly wise, some are compassionate, and some are calm and cruel."

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

Wu Lang said to the ten of them:

"I will give you the last test. Write down the development direction you desire. You are not allowed to communicate. It is called the wall plan."

"yes!"

They nodded.

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

Wu Lang received ten copies of the plan. These mountain elf elites even had mutated fates, which was indeed extraordinary.

There was a radical who formulated the "Human Disguise Plan", intending to hide among the crowds in mortal cities, disguise himself as a human, a deaf-mute man wearing a black cloak, and collect various intelligence.

There is a conservative who formulated the "Dark Elf Plan", intending to hollow out the mountains, turn them into cave races, build underground cities underground, turn into underground mountain spirits, and connect the tribes of the surface mountains underground. It extends in all directions.

There was a pessimist who established the "Mountain Elf Escape Plan" and planned to escape into the Forbidden Cloud and Mist Abyss, live towards death, survive in the miserable environment of the Demonic Abyss, and leave a fire for their clan. The other nine people failed and were discovered. Despite the siege by the Immortal Sect, the inheritance of the race has not been cut off. The situation in the ancient times must never happen again, where the inheritance is cut off and the race returns to a sea of ​​misery.

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

Wu Lang himself knew the horror involved. The whole world was chasing him, the founder, and he could only escape. How could they not know their own danger?

With this kind of alert on their side, Wu Langbing's two-pronged plan was relieved.

"You guys are great."

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 elves, and join my mountain sect to become the third person who will teach me the unique skills that I have developed for the mountain elves over the years. Kung Fu: Piccolo Demon Bloodline. You ten have a good chance."

This skill is another skill of Shan Jing. Wu Lang does not have it in his hands. It has not been published on the forum and is classified as top secret.

But it doesn’t stop you from drawing the big pie. When they rise in the future and develop yourself, you will naturally be able to deduce it.

The ten of them were excited.

disciple?

The third?

Although I don’t know what the relationship between that prehistoric demon king and this senior is, he can become a disciple of this ancient existence.

"This small Leiyin Temple has just developed for a while, and there are some mountain spirits. You each absorb them into ten troops, start to implement your own plans, and go your separate ways."

Wu Lang said softly.

The mountain elves were silent for a moment. They were about to set off to implement their plan to face the wall, seeking a chance for their race and a future.

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

"This is?"

That included the ten mountain elves in Taidi who were stunned.

How to turn their faces and portraits into sculptures here, under the ancestor Buddha of the small Leiyin Temple?

How can they be so virtuous?

"No, you deserve to be here."

Wu Lang pointed at the entire Xiaoleiyin Temple, stood up, and said with a gentle smile:

"Everyone, I 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 I only saw this small Leiyin Temple.

There is an ancient Buddha high up, and ten lifelike mountain spirit Buddhas in various poses and postures sit on both sides.

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

In the distant future, the statues of the Ten Heroes of Buddha will be forever engraved in the murals and engraved in the hearts of this race.

It is important to know that among these ten branches, some branches will definitely be extinct, and even if less than two or three branches survive, they may all be extinct!

This scholar in white clothes has his eyes lowered, as if he were a banished immortal from heaven descending to earth:

"Those of you here may suffer more casualties in the future."

"Perhaps no one survived."

"Even if you die in the foundation building stage, the Qi refining stage, and you are just a low-level monk, you are still worthy of being remembered in history."

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

"The hymn of common people is the hymn of courage."

"You are the bright lights in the darkness of this era. You will break through the long night shrouded in thick fog, break the tough rock, split the long boat in the sea of ​​suffering, and dedicate your life and glory to your tribe."

His eyes were cold, like an eternal god 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, fulfill your duties faithfully, and live and die here!"

yes!

The ten mountain spirits clasped their fists, their eyes flashed with excitement and longing, their expectations for the future were shining brightly, and finally turned into a firm will that was not afraid of death, and they quickly left the Xiaoleiyin Temple.