Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Seeing the uneasiness in Chang Shijie's eyes, Su Mo shook his head, but did not speak.

Instead, he rang the bell and led the corpse past him.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Why are you still standing there?"

"Daoist?"

Chang Shijie was a little dazed, he thought Su Mo had already refused.

Seeing Su Mo's eyes looking at him at this moment, he smiled in surprise and said, "Hey! Here we come!"

(Li Hao Zhao)

Under the sun, the two figures drifted away.

Behind them, there were seven corpses in official uniforms with talismans on their heads, beating neatly to the rhythm of the bells.

Earthy yellow talismans flew all over the sky.

The refreshing sound echoed between the sky and the earth, and with the breeze, it spread throughout the surrounding hills and hills.

"Yin people borrow the way...Yang people avoid..."

The sun was shining, shining on the empty wooden houses.

There are vague traces of human life in the wooden house.

All kinds of things last night buried all the evil spirits and crimes in this town in that shattered nightmare.

Perhaps decades later, a bustling town will develop here again.

And everything that happened here will be completely forgotten by this world as time goes by.

ps: Well... I suddenly found that I can finish writing, so let's put it up, and start a new plot tomorrow. .

Chapter 180

The weather in this season is always fickle.

There were bursts of thunder in the night sky, and pea-sized raindrops fell on the eaves, making a crackling sound.

Among the mountains and fields, among the deserted Taoist temples.

I don't know how many years the Taoist temple has been deserted, and there are collapsed beams, pillars, bricks and tiles everywhere.

On the frontmost altar, the Sanqing statue was also covered with dust.

Su Mo held three sticks of sandalwood in his hand, and after paying homage to Sanqing respectfully, he took a rag in his own hand and wiped the three stone statues.

This is a world where gods really exist, and he represents Mao Shan's true inheritance.

Therefore, when encountering the gods enshrined by one's own religion, of course one should behave piously.

Inside the Taoist temple, there were still a large number of paper figurines cleaning up, which quickly made the dilapidated Taoist temple look brand new.

Just after Su Mo wiped the three small stone statues clean, Chang Shijie's voice came from beside him: "Master Daoist, the fire is ready, and your corpses are settled."

On the main hall of the Taoist temple, a bonfire danced, and seven corpses were lined up in the corner.

In order to prevent moisture, dry straw was carefully placed around the body.

"Ah."

Su Mo nodded, stepped down from the altar, waved his sleeves, and a table appeared out of thin air.

There are dishes, rice, thick soup and drinks on the table, all of which are still steaming, as if they have just been prepared.

A look of amazement appeared on Chang Shijie's face: "However, no matter how many times I have seen it, the Taoist master's magical method is still shocking!"

After the two left Qingfeng Town, they had been walking for several days.

Su Mo couldn't run with all his strength because he still had to chase the corpse.

And because Chang Shijie was frightened by the female scorpion, he no longer dared to walk alone in the wilderness at night, so he could only follow Su Mo all the time.

Su Mo had no intention of explaining. He put the jug of wine on the bonfire, then picked up his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat."

"Hey."

Chang Shijie also bowed to the Sanqing God statue in the distance, and then picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

"Master Daoist, you said earlier that that girl is a person with a root of wisdom and can worship Taoism." Chang Shijie asked vaguely with rice stuffed in his mouth: "Then can you take a look, I have No Huigen?"

Obviously, after that night, Chang Shijie was full of longing for the world of ascetics.

However, Su Mo just glanced at him and said, "No."

In fact, everyone has roots of wisdom.

When babies are just born, they all carry a mouthful of pure innate energy, but it will gradually dissipate as time goes by.

However, some people have special constitutions and can still retain some of the innate qi in their bodies. This is the root of wisdom.

But those who practice martial arts basically do not have the root of wisdom.

Because everything in the mortal world is full of red dust.

Martial arts practitioners consume a lot, and all kinds of mortal medicinal materials, wine and meat are essential things.

Therefore, the mortal air they are contaminated with is much thicker than that of ordinary people, and the original air has long since disappeared.

Hearing Su Mo's direct answer, Chang Shijie looked disappointed, but he didn't say much.

The two just held things silently.

At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open.

The cold wind mixed with some drizzle blowing in, Su Mo frowned slightly, and seven or eight paper figurines lined up, blocking all the drizzle with their bodies.

"Amitabha!"

A vicissitudes of voice came from the door: "I didn't expect that there were still people in this Taoist temple. It was the poor monk who disturbed...Qingqing, close the door quickly."

"Yes, Master." A crisp female voice came, and the wooden door was closed.

And Su Mo also let the paper figurines standing in front of him retreat.

Standing at the door was an old monk dressed in sackcloth and looking benevolent.

Most of his head is black, but the two long eyebrows on his eyes are already white. A string of large rosary beads is hung on his chest, and a string of small rosary beads is also held in his hand.

At this moment, he was raising one palm, making an apologetic gesture towards Su Mo.

And behind the old monk, stood a girl wearing a flowered cloth dress and her hair tied into two braids. She had a pretty face, and there was a bit of a weird elf between her brows.

"Monk, aren't you afraid?" With a vague smile on the corner of Su Mo's mouth, he gestured to the dozens of paper figurines standing in the Taoist temple.

"Amitabha, the poor monk only feels that the master's magical powers are mysterious and his cultivation level is advanced, but he is also an orthodox Taoist sect, so why are he afraid to say it?"

The old monk gave a slight salute, and then sat down beside the campfire familiarly.

And the girl named Qingqing took out the package, took out a few dry noodles from it, and baked them on the fire.

It's just that when she looked at the sumptuous food on Su Mo's table, she couldn't help swallowing, then her pretty face blushed, and she quickly lowered her head.

The old monk took out a bowl and smiled at Su Mo, "Master Daoist, can you give me a bowl of hot water?"

Su Mo just stared at him, and after a few breaths, he suddenly laughed: "We are also sheltering from the rain, Master, come and eat together."

Hearing this, Qingqing revealed a look of anticipation.

After the old monk hesitated for a while, he clasped his hands together: "Amituofu, thank you, Daoist!"

Qingqing couldn't wait to walk to the table, sat on the stool that Su Mo had just brought out, and stuffed the fragrant and soft white flour buns into her mouth.

The old monk first walked up to the statue of Sanqing, bowed respectfully, and then sat down at the table.

"This is my Taoist patriarch." Su Mo looked at the old monk, "Since the master is a Buddhist, why should he pay homage?"

The old monk smiled and pointed to the surrounding walls: "But the Taoist temple is the site of Taoism. If the monk wants to rest here for a night, he should pay a visit."

Su Mo raised his eyebrows, but didn't say much.

In ancient times, there was a lot of competition between Buddhism and Taoism, and fire and water were incompatible.

But with the passage of time, until today's troubled times.

The demons all over the world came out together, and the sneaks were infested. All the sects were doing their best to deal with the demons, and the internal disputes naturally calmed down.

Therefore, the relationship between Buddhism and Taoism in this era is relatively peaceful.

Although I dare not say that they are too harmonious, at least they will not fight each other.

Of course, that's only for the younger generation like Su Mo.

If those old men on Maoshan were here, they might not be friendly to this monk.

And Chang Shijie obviously noticed the delicate atmosphere at the dinner table, he lowered his head and didn't say anything, just kept eating.

And Su Mo had already finished eating at this moment, sitting cross-legged beside the fire, holding the Book of Changes Can Tong Deed and began to study it.

After the old monk ate another steamed bun, he actually sat next to Su Mo, and looked at the book in his hand: "Zhou Yi Can Tong Qi? Is the Daoist cultivating the Tao of Longevity?"

"Master is practicing the Way of Living Buddha?" Su Mo asked with raised eyebrows.

Taoism is divided into alchemy and outsiders.

Alchemy refers to the practice of inner alchemy and the pursuit of longevity.

And killing demons and eliminating demons, Feng Shui hexagrams, formations and talismans are all counted in heretics.

Buddhism is also divided into living Buddhas and future Buddhas.

The former is similar to alchemy, cultivating oneself in order to become a Buddha.

The latter is to accumulate merits and virtues during life, and rely on merits and virtues to become a Buddha after death, and go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

The old monk pointed to his haggard face: "If the poor monk practiced living Buddha, he wouldn't look so old.".

Chapter 181

In ancient times, people in the major sects basically practiced the way of longevity.

After all, this is the way to ascend to immortality.

But as time went by, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth became thinner and thinner, until it reached this era.

The aura between heaven and earth has been thinned to ~ a limit.

It can actually be seen from Su Mo's cultivation.

In ancient times, the innate pure yang energy filled the heaven and the earth, and ordinary cultivators would not dare to practice at sunrise.

Because the innate pure yang energy at that time was too strong, if the cultivation level was not enough, if it was absorbed rashly, it would be directly burned to ashes!

But in this era, if you want to absorb the innate pure yang, you can only practice at sunrise.

And even at that time, there was only a faint trace wandering between the heaven and the earth.

So nowadays, most of the Daoist sects are cultivating the art of killing demons and eliminating demons of the heretics.

For example, Jiushu and Simu, they all want to kill demons and demons in the mortal world, and accumulate evil virtues.

Only with enough yin virtue, after death, the soul will go to the underworld, can be a ghost of the underworld, and not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

The same is true for Buddhism, which basically relies on accumulating merits and virtues during life, so that after death, the soul will fly to the west and enter the Buddha's land.

In this era when the aura is about to be exhausted, only those who are born with great luck, great wisdom, and great perseverance dare to walk the road of longevity.

Therefore, the old monk couldn't help but look at Su Mo with admiration: "The Taoist priest has great ambitions, and the poor monk feels ashamed."

"What kind of ambition." Su Mo sneered, shook his head and said, "It's just that I don't want to be governed by others, and I just want to live a long and happy life."

The priests and yin officials conferred by the heavenly court and the underworld are all under the jurisdiction.

In layman's terms, you need to clock in at work every day and complete tasks. As long as your boss thinks you are not good enough, you can directly deprive you of your priesthood and demote you to a mortal.

And the Heavenly Court has no right to control the Tao of Immortals that he pursued for longevity and finally achieved. He can only order him to hold a position in the Heavenly Court.

As long as you don't do anything that harms the common people, you can live freely and freely in the Three Realms without being restrained.