Chapter Twelve Entering the Mountain

  Fang Ming was just an ordinary liberal arts student in his previous life, and he only had a vague understanding of the way of driving down. He only remembered a few phrases such as "clear rewards and punishments" and "hit one stick, give one sweet date". Now that he's being rushed to put up a show, he can only grope around on his own.

  He didn't escape far with his earth escape technique, but instead hid to one side and observed the effect. Seeing his subordinates gradually unite also brought great joy to his heart, knowing that his earth method was also useful.

  At this time, I suddenly had a feeling and looked along the line of faith, seeing a scene.

  He Song worked hard all day, returned home, looked at the house with few furniture, and thought of the difficult times before, couldn't help but shiver, thinking "I have always thought I was talented, but never had the opportunity, now the chance that fell from the sky, as Su Hu said, if I don't give it a try, how can I be at peace?"

  I'd rather not brag about my talents, but unfortunately, what the He family says is most useful. As for relatives, I'm far down the list. For now, all I can do is pray to the gods for protection and help with my fate!

  No more hesitation, he came to the corner of the wall, dug out the money that had been accumulated with great difficulty, and bought incense and sacrificial offerings. He set them up at home, lit the incense, and bowed down respectfully. In his mouth, he prayed: "Disciple He Song, sincerely worshiping, hoping that the Land God will help me obtain the position of Dian Shi. If this matter is successful, I will not dare to forget the great kindness of the gods!" On the offering table, the god's image was majestic, as if watching him.

  Fang Ming was shocked in his heart and looked at He Song's air transport again, which was another strange thing.

  He Song's Benming Qi is still white with a hint of red, the highest among current believers. However, when I previously saw him, there was only one root of Benming Qi on his head, without any aura of good fortune, hence he was struggling in a small village, unable to put his talents into practice.

  According to Fang Ming's view, the natal chart determines the highest point that a person can reach in his life, while the luck cycle determines the current position of the person. The two are complementary and indispensable to each other.

  He Song had a natural talent for being a white-collar official, and at most could hold an official position of the eighth rank. However, he lacked the aura of good fortune, like a fish without water, his hardships were still relatively light. If by chance he encountered bad luck during a low tide, and met with disaster, then he would end up like Xie Jin.

  Now, a small white aura has appeared on his head, slightly fluctuating, reaching the level of an official's aura. His facial features and complexion have greatly improved, and his fortune is just around the corner. He knows that this time he has a 20-30% chance of becoming a historian, and even if he can't achieve his goal, he can still enter officialdom through other means.

  As the worship ended, a stream of incense willpower was absorbed by the divine talisman, refining three strands of white divine power. Fang Ming waved his hand, and one strand of divine power infused into He Song's body surface, forming a defense. At this moment, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that He Song's protective divine power had already reached its peak, transforming into a circle of white light that enveloped his body. As the divine power infused, the white light grew brighter by a strand, and on He Song's head, his vital energy also increased slightly by a strand.

  Suddenly enlightened, what is aura luck? Aura luck is power! As long as you can grasp the power, there is aura luck. The greater the power, the stronger the aura luck. So having money has aura luck, having an official position also has aura luck, holding military power even more so has aura luck, and divine protection also has aura luck.

  He Song can be considered his big client, the most divine power that can be produced every day. Fang Ming has returned more than 60 strands of divine power, which has transformed into a light ring to protect his body. With a large amount of divine power protecting him, he can also indirectly grasp the power, and with the generation of aura, combined with his innate destiny, he can retain the aura and prevent it from dissipating, waiting for later use.

  For example, when He Song and the villagers went out and encountered a large group of ghosts attacking them, he could rely on his divine power to protect himself and survive. Compared to the villagers who died, who has better luck? Of course, it's him! So those with divine protection have naturally good luck. Those who sincerely worshiped the true gods in their past lives will all have improved fortunes, this is what is meant by increasing one's luck, otherwise where did the saying "those with bad luck go to worship the gods" come from? Of course, worshipping evil gods will only cause one's luck to decline.

  In this world, changes in energy are more likely to manifest. However, the growth of divine power's aura is also subtle and imperceptible, extremely fine. He Song was also accumulated for nearly two months before being discovered. After all, Fang Ming has so many things to do every day, how can he carefully watch each one's aura?

  Fang Ming wanted to understand the cause and effect of the air transport, and then thought about He Song's matter.

  He Song still had fifty-six strands of divine power in his account, but to do this, it was far from enough. The difference between the lieutenant's aura and that of a county historian was two levels, with a gap of about four or five times in terms of quantity. This meant that Fang Ming would have to give He Song around three hundred strands of divine power for him to match the aura of a county historian, and this matter would be almost settled.

  This would require lending He Song more than 200 strands of divine power, which is not a small amount. Fang Ming had previously accepted Xie Jin and his gang, and it was only worth this much. Tomorrow, they would be going into the mountains to eliminate bandits, and divine power was precious, so it should be kept in reserve as a precaution. According to the previous agreement, this matter couldn't be done. However, thinking about it again, this matter seemed to have a turning point.

  He was summoned to He Dong and told him about the situation, asking: "You used to be a county historian, familiar with the situation, do you think this time He Song has a great opportunity?"

  As soon as He Dong entered, he heard the question and felt a pang in his heart. It was originally his family's own position, but unfortunately, his children were not filial. Unfortunately, his superior asked him, and he still had to smile and say: "Please forgive my straightforward words, my family's mouth is not happy with He Song, and will not help him speak. He Song also has no money to bribe, only County Magistrate Wei Zhun is a man who loves talent, so there is still a glimmer of hope!"

  After finishing speaking, he looked at Fang Ming and said: "Of course, as long as the master is willing to show favor, this matter will be 90% successful! Absolutely no doubt!"

  Fang Ming smiled and said in a clear voice, "This won't do. As someone who also manages accounts, you should know that He Song's incense is not enough to make such a vow. Once this precedent is set, it will be difficult to handle later on!"

  He Dong nodded in agreement, knowing that this master was a very astute person who valued rules and regulations. He kept a detailed record of the villagers' incense offerings, and if they were insufficient, he would not grant their wishes.

  At this time, Fang Ming said again: "However, there is a way to make up for the lack of incense. I will give him a dream tonight, and you can also go in and instruct him on the situation. Also, that ancient jade buried in the west of the village, which you said was very good, worth 100 taels of white silver, point it out to him! In that case, there is some chance of success?"

  He Dong thought for a moment and said: "In this way, there is a 50-60% chance of success."

  Fang Ming nodded and said: "Then let's do it this way, remember to make a note on the account, spend 100 incense money, and let He Song owe it first, and make up for it later!"

  He Dong smiled wryly and nodded in agreement.

  As soon as the voice fell, Fang Ming discovered that He Song's head had an extra large cloud of energy. This cloud of energy was white with a hint of red and did not match He Song's own aura, but instead seemed to be connected to himself. Knowing that he hadn't directly made this happen, but still wanting to help him out, He Song had borrowed his power, and this borrowed power also showed in his aura.

  He Song's current luck is not much different from that of the former county historian. This matter has a great deal of certainty. When He Song becomes the county historian, it will naturally be beneficial to himself. Moreover, by letting He Dong guide He Song in his relationships, there is another layer of meaning - to let him see that even if he dies as the former county historian, he still has to work under the land god, lest he become arrogant and forgetful after becoming the county historian, forgetting gratitude and righteousness.

  That night, after entrusting the dream to He Song, Fang Ming put down the matter and returned to the main hall, gathering his subordinates to discuss tomorrow's mountain banditry.

  In the great hall, Fang Ming sat steadily in the middle, with a majestic demeanor, and several subordinates stood on either side of him.

  On the left side were Shi Li He Dong and Zheng Kuan. He Dong had been diligent in his work for several months, so Fang Ming promoted him to be a Shi Li and promised that he would help him reunite with his family members in their dreams, which made He Dong burst into tears of gratitude.

  On the right flank, Wang Liu Lang was lined up first, followed closely by Xie Jin, and behind them were several Wu Chang they had promoted themselves.

  In this world, it's customary for scholars to stand on the left and warriors on the right. Fang Ming was too lazy to change this, so he let them stand as they were.

  He looked to the left, only two people, and their fortunes were not great, both with white gas. On the right, however, there was a gathering of talented individuals. Wang Liu's fortune had a white base with red in it, indicating that he could have an official position. Xie Jin was even more impressive, his fortune had a yellow hue, showing that he had the talent to be a military officer. The several squad leaders who followed were also not ordinary people.

  Fang Ming smiled wryly. With just these few people under his command, he was still prioritizing literary over military pursuits. However, there was no other choice - the dissemination of knowledge in this world was severely limited, and having two experts was already a luxury. He thought to himself that perhaps it was time to venture out and find a military strategist to bring back.

  At this time, the hall was quiet. Fang Ming coughed and said: "I intend to lead the team personally tomorrow, enter Qing Shan to suppress bandits, Xie Jin, you tell me about the situation!"

  Xie Jin came out, bowed and said: "Report to the master, the green mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, winding and twisting, it is a branch of the big green mountain. Inside, the trees are dense and difficult to walk through, but it's not a problem for us. The bandit leader Peng Chun is an evil spirit, gathering over a hundred fierce spirits and thousands of wandering souls. It's said that he can transform his yin energy into weapons, with more than ten trusted followers, all armed with swords and guns, but without armor."

  Fang Ming nodded, although the fierce ghost had some dark energy, it wasn't endless. Being able to conjure up over a dozen weapons was already quite good. He let Xie Jin return and asked Wang Liu Lang, "How many troops do we have on hand now?"

  Wang Liu Lang calmly stepped forward and replied, "I report to the master, I have newly built a fire, just waiting for the master to issue the order, it can be used. Currently, there are 32 soldiers in total, ready to serve the master at any time!"

  Fang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "In your opinion, what will be the outcome of this battle?"

  Wang Liu Lang hesitated for a moment, then said: "If we can find the right position and take them by surprise, those thousand or so bandits will surely be routed. We have thirty against one hundred, but the enemy is just ordinary bandits, with only over ten people having weapons. Our side has military training, soldiers are willing to die, and we also have leather armor, so we can win a great victory! The only thing to worry about is that after the bandit leader loses, he might escape, if he hides in the deep mountains or escapes into the Great Green Mountain, it will be troublesome!"

  This is true, the guerrilla squad is the most troublesome. Fang Ming didn't want to be held back by a little ghost either, and accompany it in the deep mountains and old forests to play hide-and-seek. He said: "This matter should indeed be noted, you must remember not to let the bandit leader escape!"

  The people on the right responded in unison: "Yes!"

  Fang Ming nodded and asked again: "Among you, how many people can use bows and arrows?"

  Wang Liu Lang and Xie Jin were overjoyed. This bow and arrow had always been a sharp weapon in the army. Wang Liu Lang said, "Does the general have a bow and arrow? Then this battle will be even more assured of victory! There are six people under my command who know how to use it!"

  Xie Jin also said: "In our army, there are four people too!"

  Fang Ming was overjoyed, waved his hand, and a red light flashed. Suddenly, ten bows and arrows appeared on the ground.

  "You try it out and see if it works."

  Wang Liu Lang stepped forward, picked up a bow, and tested the string. The sound was clear and crisp, indicating that it was an excellent ox horn bow. He then picked up an arrow and looked at the shining arrowhead, with eagle feathers at the end of the arrow fletching, and couldn't help but say: "This bow is excellent!"

  Fang Ming burst out laughing, the bow and arrow structure was complex, the white divine power couldn't simulate it, but since he had obtained the red divine power, he experimented multiple times and finally managed to create a bow and arrow, as well as iron armor. However, the iron armor could be left for now and rewarded to generals later.