Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

And no one can deprive you of your immortal body at all, because that body is cultivated by yourself.

"Dare to ask who is your master?" the old monk asked cautiously.

"Reverend Zixiao." Su Mo announced a name.

"It turned out to be the true biography of Maoshan." The old monk's face suddenly became serious, and he performed a Buddhist salute to Su Mo: "The poor monk is rude."

Those who can be called real people are all big figures in Taoism, the kind who are not far from ascending to immortality.

Today's world is nothing more than a handful.

And the current head of Maoshan is Master Zixiao.

Therefore, no matter whether it is the righteous way or the devil way, as long as people in the cultivation world basically know the names of these great masters.

"There's no need to be too polite." Su Mo waved his hands and said with a smile, "Now that I've come down from Maoshan, since I'm a man in the world of mortals, master just treat me as an ordinary alchemy cultivator."

The old monk observed Su Mo carefully, and suddenly said: "I see that the Taoist priest has a rosy complexion, is full of energy, is light and healthy, and there is an aura of greatness flowing in his chest...Could it be that it has been refined and transformed into Qi?" realm?"

Su Mo did not deny it, nodded and said, "Master has a good vision."

"Amitabha." The old monk said with a look of amazement on his face, "It seems that the Taoist priest is only a weak crown year, but he has already achieved such a cultivation level, and he can expect a long life in the future!"

Qingqing also finished her meal at this moment, and took the kettle to wash the dishes.

But Su Mo said to her, "No more brushing."

"Ah?" Qingqing was stunned, looking at the exquisite porcelain on the table: "These dishes look good, and they are so exquisitely made, they must be very valuable, Daoist, you don't plan to just throw them away, do you? "

Su Mo didn't explain, but raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

I saw those exquisite dishes, jade chopsticks, seats and benches, all turned into blank paper!

He crumpled those white papers into balls and threw them into the bonfire at will.

boom--

The bonfire danced and became more prosperous.

"This..." Qingqing's small mouth grew up, her face was full of shock, and she could almost stuff an egg into it.

The old monk also twitched his eyebrows, but in the end he just recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.

And Qingqing also calmed down a little at this moment, sitting around the campfire beside the old monk, her pair of big watery eyes looked at Su Mo curiously.

This young man has a handsome face, his skin is firm, and there is always a quiet smile on his face.

The clothes on his body looked like a rich man's, neat and clean.

Qingqing looked down at the coarse floral dress on her body again, a bit of inferiority complex appeared on her face.

She approached the old monk and asked in a low voice: "Master, what is refining essence and transforming qi?"

Closing his eyes and resting his mind, Chang Shijie approached unobtrusively and pricked up his ears.

The old monk looked up at Su Mo, saw that he didn't respond, and then began to explain in a low voice.

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"This is a state of longevity alchemy. Concentrate the energy of the whole body in the chest and turn it into a mouthful of real qi. If the real qi is not destroyed, the essence will not leak, the face will not grow old, and the life span can be thousands of years!"

"Thousands of years?" Qingqing's eyes widened: "You mean, the Taoist priest can live for thousands of years?"

And Chang Shijie's face was shaking, and he held the long sword tightly with both hands to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"That's right." The old monk nodded and smiled, "This is exactly the mystery of alchemy."

"And as long as his lifespan is not over, his face will not age. Even after a thousand years, the Taoist priest still looks like this young man."

"Master, do we have a similar way of practice in Buddhism?" Qingqing asked hastily.

Longevity is still second.

The main reason is that the face is not old, which is too lethal to girls!

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"Of course there is." The old monk chuckled, "Taoism has the technique of alchemy, and Buddhism has the method of living Buddha. Although the methods of cultivation are different, the final path is the same."

However, after he finished saying this, he glanced at Qingqing: "But don't think about it, I practice the Buddha of the Afterlife, and I have only heard of the Dharma of the Living Buddha, but I have never seen it, so I can't teach you."

"what?"

Qingqing's small face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, poked the fire with firewood, and stopped talking.

Instead, Su Mo glanced at her and joked, "Why don't you stop following the monk and come to Maoshan to learn from me. I think you have the roots of wisdom. The elders on Maoshan must be very happy to accept you as an apprentice and pass on your pills." The art of Tao."

"Really?" Qingqing exclaimed subconsciously, but she glanced at the old monk beside her, but she couldn't help but lower her head.

But there was a clear look of excitement on his face.

The old monk smiled wryly: "Amitabha, Taoist priest, the poor monk has no property, just such a disciple, you better not poach corners."

Su Mo laughed, but didn't say anything more, holding the book and continuing to study.

The monk also took out a Buddhist scripture and began to chant in a low voice.

Qingqing took out a few pieces of clothing from her bag, and began to mend them by the firelight.

"By the way, you haven't dared to ask the master's name yet?" Su Mo asked suddenly.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is rested." The old monk gave a salute: "Where is the Taoist priest?"

"I haven't reached the crown yet, so the master hasn't bestowed the Taoist name yet, and the layman's name is Su Mo." Su Mo responded.

"So it's Daoist Su." Monk Yixiu nodded.talent.

Chapter 182

The rain came quickly and went quickly.

When it was dawn, the heavy rain outside had completely stopped, and the golden sun was just rising.

The night passed, and the bonfire was extinguished.

Su Mo Panxi sat beside Duohui, breathing slowly, and could vaguely see a crimson air flow flowing between his mouth and nose.

That is the innate pure yang energy brought by the rising of the Golden Crow.

And Chang Shijie imitated Su Mo's movements, sitting cross-legged and breathing deeply.

He also begged Su Mo for advice in the past few days, but Su Mo refused all of them.

Therefore, he could only imitate Su Mo's actions every day, hoping to find a way.

Monk Yixiu, who got up early and was reciting the morning lesson, couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this scene.

Is the longevity alchemy so easy to imitate?

Without formulas, skills, and guidance from a real expert, even if you imitate that set of movements for thousands of years, you will not be able to absorb a breath of spiritual energy.

Not long after, Qingqing also woke up.

Seeing that the three of them were practicing, Qingqing blushed, and quickly picked up a Buddhist scripture and began to recite.

After half an hour passed, the sun in the sky completely rose, and the ray of pure yang energy permeating the air dissipated.

And Su Mo also opened his eyes, and let out a big breath.

Monk Yixiu also finished reciting the morning class at the moment, and made a Buddhist salute to Su Mo: "Daozhang Su, good morning."

"Morning, master." Su Mo raised his sword and saluted back.

Then with a wave of his right hand, soy milk buns and various breakfasts appeared on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Monk Yixiu finally couldn't help asking: "Daozhang Su, is this the Taoist technique?"

The universe in the sleeves of the Taoist school, and the Sumi in the palm of the Buddhist school are both famous spells in the Taoist school.

Su Mo shook his head, but did not answer: "Let's have breakfast."

Monk Yixiu didn't ask any more questions. After expressing his thanks, he picked up the soy milk buns and began to eat in silence.

Not long after, the group finished eating and all walked out of the Taoist temple.

"Su Daochang, where are you going?" Qingqing asked in a low voice.

"Yangcheng." Su Mo responded briefly.

"Ah?" Hearing this answer, Qingqing pursed her mouth, a little disappointed: "Then we have different paths."

At this moment, Monk Yixiu also carried the package on his back and saluted Su Mo: "Amitabha, thank you Daoist Su for your hospitality. The poor monk has something else to do, so let's say goodbye first, and we will see you later!"

"Master, go slowly." Su Mo nodded.

The old monk was kind, and he was very measured and polite when he spoke, so Su Mo had a good impression of him.

Watching the two people's backs gradually disappear into the distance, Su Mo suddenly laughed, and murmured to himself, "Monk Yixiu, Qingqing, four eyes?"

"It seems that maybe we will meet again soon."

After leaving the Taoist temple, Su Mo changed his schedule after walking for about two or three days.

Because this road is no longer a wilderness, but there are many villages and towns, so Su Mo changed to driving corpses at night.

The reason why the Taoist priests chose night instead of daytime to drive the corpse was not because the corpse could not bear it.

After all, it's not a zombie, and exorcising corpses is not a sorcery, so naturally it won't be afraid of the sun.

The main reason is that driving corpses is very unlucky for ordinary people.

In densely populated places like that, corpse exorcisers are basically not allowed to pass by.

I am afraid that the people around me will be infected with bad luck, and I am also afraid that the corpse will frighten the timid.

Therefore, over time, driving corpses at night has become a customary rule.

After the two of them drove for a few more days, the outline of a city finally emerged in the distance.

"That's Yangcheng." Chang Shijie stopped and looked out under the faint moonlight, his face full of emotion.

In the past few days, since I was traveling at night and there were only two people, I also encountered ghosts and ghosts a few times along the way.

But it was all solved by Su Mo lightly.

After all, to ordinary ghosts, those paper figurines are all like killing gods.

Now that he has finally arrived at the boundary of Yangcheng, Chang Shijie actually has the feeling of having escaped death and finally returning home!

"After entering the city, it's time for us to say goodbye." Su Mo looked at the big city in the distance, and said softly, "Go get rich, I'll go find my senior brother, and drive the corpse on the road."

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for taking care of me along the way." Chang Shijie cupped his fists respectfully.

After getting along with each other for a few days, he also understood that he really had no hope of entering Taoism, and practiced Taoism, but he completely gave up this thought.

Now it actually shows a bit of free and easy.

After the two chatted briefly, they rushed towards Yangcheng.

In this era, the big cities are still separated by walls.

In front of the gate of Yangcheng, there stood two teams of city guards wearing uniforms and carrying rifles.

After a brief inspection, Shou Chengbing hurriedly let Su Mo enter the city like sending off the plague god.

He looked at the group of jumping corpses, curled his lips and said, "It's really bad luck to meet a mortician at night..."

The companions next to him also showed displeasure.

After entering the city, Su Mo smiled wryly all the way.

He originally wanted to stay in an inn, but the innkeepers were very enthusiastic at first, but when they saw the seven corpses following him, they refused to let him stay.

If all these corpses were really allowed to live in, then I am afraid that there will be no guests staying in his inn in the future.

In desperation, Su Mo could only follow the innkeeper's guidance and found Yizhuang in the corner of the city.

Looking at the vermilion gate of Yizhuang, Su Mo sighed. He had already made up his mind that he would never be a mortician again.

After spending the night in Yizhuang, Su Mo wandered around the city the next morning.

It's just that there is a puzzled look on his face.

Where did the four eyes go?