Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

If it weren't for his own talisman, Jin Anfu might not even need to lock his soul because he would be out of his wits!

"Old Master Jin." Su Mo looked at Jin Anfu, "Do you know who released this Gu worm?"

"This..." Jin Anfu expressed his thoughtfulness, and finally shook his head and said: "I have indeed had some enemies over the years, but I have never made a life-and-death enmity with others!"

"I really can't think of anyone who would use such insidious means to ruin my life."

"It's the real Qingxu." Su Mo looked at him and said every word.

"Reverend Qingxu?" Jin Anfu opened his eyes wide: "This...how is this possible?"

"The reason for this is that Mr. Jin came with me."

Su Mo didn't talk nonsense with him, and led his soul to fly out of Jin's house again, heading towards Qingyunguan.

This night, for Jin Anfu, his world view simply collapsed.

After seeing the real Guanzhu Qingxu and Zhang Ji explaining from the side, he finally understood the ins and outs of this matter.

It was not until two hours later that Su Mo sent his soul back to his body.

"Su Zhenchuan, do you really plan to entrust him to do it?" Zhang Ji looked a little worried.

"It should be no problem." Standing in the courtyard, Su Mo looked in the direction of the Jin Mansion: "The Jin family has been in Changcheng for hundreds of years, and Jin Anfu has a high reputation here, suppressing the problem of commotion Not big."

Zhang Ji nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

.........

The rooster sings the whole world.

Hearing the chirping in his ears, Jin Anfu opened his eyes leisurely, but he didn't know what he thought of, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked around quickly.

The bedroom was extremely quiet, the floor was tidy, and there was no trace of anyone else coming.

After a few breaths, Jin Anfu breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and murmured: "Oh, what a real dream..."

"Come on."

He called out, and a few servants came in at the door, helping to pour water and arrange clothes.

It's just that when a servant picked up his coat, a little black ash suddenly fell from the cuffs.

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"Ok?"

With a puzzled look on his face, Jin Anfu took the coat and poked it along the black ash, and finally found something in the fabric on his chest.

"Cut the clothes off!"

"Yes." Although the servant was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions, and slowly cut the fabric with scissors.

A half-burned talisman fell from the interlayer of clothes.

"This is......"

Looking at the talisman that he had seen in his dream, Jin Anfu's pupils shrank, and he was stunned.

There is a square in the center of Changcheng.

Generally speaking, this square is only occupied when there are some grand events held in Changcheng.

Only today, the square is full of peasants, and the outline of a huge building slowly emerges.

Jin Anfu stood on the edge of the square, looked at the outline, and nodded slowly: "Well, you don't need mud bricks and tiles, just use bamboo to build it. According to this progress, it should be fine before dark."

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"Grandpa." Standing beside him, Jin Shuli asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"

"You will understand tonight." Jin Anfu glanced at his granddaughter and sighed, "This Changcheng is about to change."

Night fell quickly.

And Jin Anfu also summoned all the people in Changcheng to the square according to Su Mo's agreement with him to sit down last night.

Although the square is wide, the gathering of several 10 people still blocks the surrounding area.

"Grandpa Jin." An old lady from a wealthy family frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'll understand later." Jin Anfu glanced at him, obviously not wanting to say more.

After a while, the crowd became noisy.

Because Guanzhu Qingxu has already stepped onto the high platform at this moment.

"Everyone."

Qing Xu spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly in everyone's ears. This was the effect of Su Mo's magic power for a long time.

"The old Taoist wants to apologize to everyone. I am sorry for the people of Changcheng, and I am sorry for the reputation of Qingyun Temple for hundreds of years!"

In front of tens of thousands of people, Qing Xu cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

Next, it was planned last night.

Guanzhu Qingxu explained the matter of the demon from the beginning to the end.

This naturally caused an uproar, and the old masters of the dozens of rich families also panicked and jumped out to refute loudly.

On one side are the rich and powerful in reality, and on the other side are people who were regarded as gods by them before.

The people in Changcheng lost their backbone for a while, and they didn't know who to listen to.

But soon, the situation changed.

That's why Su Mo asked Jin Anfu to build this altar!talent.

Chapter 407

There is a magic technique in Maoshan, which can temporarily reveal the ghost's figure, which can be seen by all mortals.

This technique is actually used one-on-one.

But Su Mo relied on his own powerful spiritual power, coupled with the blessing of this altar, abruptly made thousands of dead souls appear in front of the people of Changcheng!

The appearance of the ghost naturally caused commotion, and many people even wanted to escape in horror.

It's just that Jin Anfu has considered this matter before and arranged it in advance.

Therefore, although the chaos lasted for a long time, it was finally calmed down.

And these thousands of dead souls, under the signal of Su Mo, slowly narrated their experiences.

In this world with heaven and hell, for ordinary people, the words of ghosts and gods are much more credible than the words of mortals.

In order to prove that the words of these dead souls were true, Su Mo specially used spiritual perception, and finally opened a cellar in the backyard of Qingyun Temple.

As the scene in the cellar appeared before everyone's eyes, the crowd erupted into a commotion.

Residue everywhere!

Those black residues piled up in the cellar, with a thickness of several meters.

And in that huge alchemy furnace, dozens of scorched black corpses were slowly melting, and the melted liquid flowed out from the mouth of the alchemy furnace and fell into a jar.

This is the longevity water!

Those rich old men no longer had the intention to argue at this moment. After their crimes in the past two years were made public, they all looked miserable and collapsed on the ground.

"These bastards! Kill them!"

I don't know who yelled, and the people who were already excited rushed forward, punching and kicking those old men.

Although Jin Anfu sent someone to pull them away in time, those old men were already dying, and some of them even died on the spot.

Under the command of Jin Anfu, the security team took those old men into prison, waiting for the real trial.

And the family assets behind them were also liquidated and accepted by Jin Anfu and a few wealthy people who had never been in the same boat, and planned to use more than half of them to benefit the people of Changcheng.

The haste continued for several days.

Another morning.

The sun has not yet appeared, and the sky and the earth are still gray.

At the gate of Changcheng, Qingxu, Jin Shuli, Jin Anfu, Zhang Ji and others were all impressively present.

"Thank you for your hospitality these few days." Su Mo cupped his hands towards them.

"Where." Jin Anfu shook his head: "If it weren't for Mr. Su, Changcheng would have suffered a lot of disasters. It should be the people of Changcheng who thank you!"

"Mr. Su can't stay for a few more days?" Jin Shuli asked to stay next to him: "These days we have been busy with property and helping the people, and we haven't thanked Mr. Yifan properly."

Su Mo didn't speak, just shook his head with a smile.

"Su Zhenzhuan, there will be a period later." Guanzhu Qingxu saluted.

Su Mo replied: "There will be a time later."

After finishing speaking, he rode on the paper horse and leisurely walked away along the path.

With his current state, the paper horse he made looks no different from a real horse.

"This is the real god." Looking at Su Mo's disappearing back, Jin Anfu sighed with a complex expression.

Zhang Ji took Zhang Xiaogou's hand and stood beside Qing Xu.

The two of them have decided to end their wandering around the world and stay in Qingyun Temple.

And Qingxu also intends to let Zhang Ji take over Qingyunguan.

The Qingyuan old Taoist priest who helped the tyrant before, as well as his minions, were all detained in the prison like those old masters, waiting for the big trial in a few days.

Shouxin has not really participated in evil things these years, and he has reminded innocent people many times. Although it did not work in the end, it proved his kindness in the end, so he was forgiven.

"Let's go back."

Jin Anfu shook his head, turned around and walked towards the city.

.........

In the next period of time, Su Mo wandered in the world of mortals at an ordinary speed.

Unfortunately, the remaining three spiritual roots still have nothing to gain.

But it's normal, after all, in this era when even ordinary spirit grasses are almost extinct, it is indeed a difficult thing to find the five elements' spirit roots.

Halfway through the journey, Su Mo changed direction and did not rush towards Renjia Town.

Five days later, a mountain range.

Su Mo put away the paper horse and looked up at the plaque in front of him.

In Jianglong Temple, the three gold-plated characters reflect a faint light in the sunlight.

There was a monk with a broom standing at the door. Seeing Su Mo approaching, the monk put down the broom and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, benefactor, this is the descendant temple. Those who do not receive incense, please come back, benefactor."

The descendant temple refers to the place of internal practice.

This kind of temple does not accept pilgrims.

Su Mo replied with a salute: "Please inform me that Su Mo, a true disciple of Maoshan's inner sect, is here to pay a visit."

"Maoshan True Biography?" The monk sized up Su Mo in surprise, then quickly lowered his head and said, "Su Zhenchuan, wait a moment!"

After speaking, he turned and trotted away.

Su Mo was not made to wait long.

Two rows of monks lined up on both sides of the gate, and an old monk wearing cassocks and a snow-white beard hanging down to his chest slowly came out and raised one hand at Su Mo: "Amitabha, old monk Huineng, I have seen Su Zhenchuan."

"Master Huineng." Su Mo also bowed solemnly: "This junior is here to send Master Zongzheng back to the temple."

"Zongzheng..."

The old monk Huineng was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "Oh, please follow me for the true biography!"

Behind Jianglong Temple is a pagoda forest.

The ashes of the eminent monks of the past are buried here. Under the guidance of Huineng, Su Mo placed Zongzheng's ashes in one of the Arhat Pagodas...

"Amitabha!"