Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

After speaking, with a wave of his sleeve, the phantom disappeared, and the statue returned to an ordinary sculpture again.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then, the surrounding people rushed forward.

And Dawei's face was ashen, and he sat quietly on the spot, as if he had resigned to his fate.

Not long after, it was already tied to a log by five ties, carried by two strong men, and walked towards the river.

"Walk."

Su Mo glanced at Xu Yonghou and said with a smile, "Let's go and have a look too."

It has to be said that things are unpredictable.

Those who originally wanted to sacrifice to others ended up becoming sacrifices themselves.

The crowd was surging, and they arrived at the river in a short time, and the river bank on the Qingcheng River was directly filled.

In the middle of the crowd, several strong men were carrying wooden stakes, and Dawei on the stakes no longer accepted his previous majesty, but looked extremely embarrassed.

A Taoist robe was torn and tattered, with a lot of egg liquid, vegetable leaves, and messy blood stains hanging on it.

Her hair was loose, like a bird's nest.

At this moment, his face was pale, his face was distorted and he burst into tears, constantly begging for mercy from the strong men on both sides.

However, those strong men didn't listen to what he said at all, they just swayed around a few times following the orders of the people around them, and threw the wooden stake directly into the river.

The wooden stake is solid wood with stones falling on it. The moment it falls into the river, there will be a large wave of waves, and then it will slowly sink to the bottom of the water.

The noise continued for a while, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

"Mr. Su." Xu Yonghou looked at the surface of the water that was slowly calming down, and said in a surprised tone, "The river god..."

"Mr. Su?"

When he turned his head, he found that Su Mo had quietly disappeared at some point.

Since then, the people of Qingcheng have revered the river god even more. Of course, the story of this fake Taoist and the river god's manifestation is destined to spread a lot here.

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Later, a storyteller even adapted the story and spread it around.

The noisy atmosphere continued throughout the day.

night.

With a mentality of hitting luck, Xu Yonghou left the city alone and came to the river.

Sure enough, I saw a boat parked in the river.

"Patriarch Xu?"

Su Mo put down his teacup, and the boat automatically approached the shore.

Not long after, Xu Yonghou boarded the black-covered boat, but found an old man in a green robe sitting on the bow.

His face flushed with excitement, and his voice was trembling: "Xu Yonghou...has met the River God!"

"Ah."

Qingli smiled at him gently: "You've done well these few days, and you're still somewhat upright."

After being praised by the God of the River, Xu Yonghou was so excited that he couldn't sit or stand.

Su Mo stood beside the boat and looked towards the water: "Then what are you going to do with Dawei, send him to hell for punishment?"

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"Not sending it to the underworld for the time being."

Qingli shook his head and waved gently.

There was a sound of the chains, and a figure was dragged by the chains and floated up from the water. It was Dawei!

It's just that at this moment, his body is weak and his face is painful, but he is still chewing something in his mouth.

Qingli smiled and said, "I punished him to sink in the water day and night, feeling the pain of suffocation, and cleaned up the garbage in Qingcheng River by the way."

"When I really enter the underworld in the future, I will take him down and be punished by the underworld."

As for how to clean up the garbage... You can tell from the things Dawei chewed in his mouth, all the garbage was swallowed by him.

"Su Zhenchuan, how is this good show?"

"It's pretty exciting." Su Mo nodded and laughed, and said to Qingli: "Since this matter is over, I should leave too."

After speaking, step off the boat.

Just as Xu Yonghou was about to speak out to remind him, he found that Su Mo had just stepped on the surface of the water and walked to the shore as if walking on flat ground. Then, with a flick of his hand, a fine horse neighed in the night sky.

Looking at the back of Su Mo riding away on horseback, Qingli stood on the boat, bowed to the bottom under the shocked eyes of the two, and said loudly: "Respectfully send the true biography!"

"True biography?"

Xu Yonghou obviously didn't know the meaning of these two words, and asked cautiously: "Master River God, who is that Mr. Su?"

Hong Le also looked at him expectantly.

The River God shook his head and smiled: "To you, he is indeed a god."

After finishing speaking, he jumped and turned into a huge blue carp in mid-air, and fell into the river.

There were only two people left on the boat staring at each other blankly.

After a long time, Hong Le suddenly said, "Why don't we have a drink together?"

"Okay!" Xu Yonghou nodded, and said with a smile: "We two ordinary people are lucky enough to face the gods. Such a blessing, we should really get drunk!"

ps: The third one is delivered!There are two more updates after ten o'clock in the evening, friends who go to bed early can watch it again tomorrow morning.talent.

Chapter 417

The mountain road is rugged, and the moonlight shines down, showing a patch of potholes.

A white horse was kicking forward slowly, and a young man in white was half lying on the horse, with his left hand resting on the back of his head, and his right hand was holding a thick book to study.

The darkness around him didn't seem to affect his vision, and his eyes seemed to have divine light.

The book is a note on reading micro things, read more, one is to learn more about some evil spirits that I have never seen before, and the other is to relieve boredom.

This book can be regarded as a No.1 ghost novel.

To be honest, Su Mo still couldn't accept that the old alchemy guys in Maoshan's inner sect were either retreating for hundreds of years, or sitting in his temple all day long chanting scriptures and enlightening Taoism.

The evening breeze was gentle, bringing a sound of horseshoes.

Su Mo glanced back, only to find that a convoy was following.

This was obviously a caravan. The carriages were all carrying various goods and tied them up with hemp ropes. Only an old man was sitting in the flat cart at the front.

Beside the old man was a handsome girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing embroidered clothes, two soaring shofar braids, and a small face that could be broken by blowing bullets.

At this moment, she was blinking her big eyes, looking curiously at Su Mo who was riding on the white horse.

Su Mo also smiled warmly at her, and then looked at the people on the horses.

There were about 20 middle-aged men in common clothes, with expressionless faces and swords on their backs. They were obviously the guards of the caravan.

It's just that Su Mo looked at these people with a somewhat weird look.

"Bro."

Su Mo's paper horse was walking slowly, so it was quickly overtaken. The old man on the flat car greeted, "Going alone?"

"Yes."

"Then you might as well get in the car." The old man said with a smile, "it happens that we have a lot of people here, if you can trust the old man, come and have a companion and have a cup of hot tea. Insurance."

"Let the people on my side lead the horse."

Su Mo thought for a while, but did not refuse. He nodded and said, "Then thank you for your hospitality."

"Where did you get the hospitality?" Seeing Su Mo walking up, the old man gave a teacup and said with a smile, "It's nothing more than a few cups of fragrant tea to warm you up."

"Que'er, go and get that sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"En." The little girl nodded, jumped out of the carriage and ran to the back.

Taking advantage of the air attack when the little girl left, the old man cupped his hands and introduced: "The old man's surname is Yu, and his name is Yu Youhong. That girl is my granddaughter, and her name is Yu Que. She took a batch of goods to sell in the provincial city."

"My surname is Su, and each name is written in ink." Su Mo replied.

"Su Mo?" Yu Youhong nodded: "Good name, look at my appearance, he is a scholar, right?"

Su Mo looks handsome, fair-skinned, and gentle and elegant. He really looks like a scholar from a rich family.

"No." Su Mo shook his head, "I'm actually a Taoist priest."

"Taoist priest?"

Yu Youhong was stunned, looked Su Mo up and down, and said with a smile: "Excuse me for my stupid eyesight, but I have never seen a Taoist priest as handsome as my brother..."

At this moment, the little girl also ran back with a package, and the convoy set off again.

The package was opened, and inside were dozens of pieces of glutinous rice mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus, rock sugar and peanuts steamed sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the sweet aroma mixed with hot air poured into the nostrils.

"Taoist, please use it." Yu Youhong made an inviting gesture.

Su Mo was not polite to him, nodded, and then picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and chewed it in his mouth, and the little girl couldn't wait to take one away.

"To be honest." Yu Youhong said, "Actually, this old man is also a layman."

Lay Buddhists refer to people who believe in Taoism. They have never formally entered the Taoist school, but they also study Taoist scriptures, worship and practice Zen. If there are any activities held in Taoist temples, they will go to help manage them. They are between ordinary people and Taoist priests.

Not only the Taoist sect, but also many lay Buddhists in the Buddhist sect.

"Oh?" Su Mo asked casually, "Which Taoist sect does the old man worship?"

"Maoshan." The old man smiled.

Su Mo paused after chewing: "Maoshan?"

"That's right." Yu Youhong nodded: "I haven't dared to ask, where does the Taoist priest practice?"

"It's also Maoshan." Su Mo laughed: "It seems that it is indeed fate."

"The Taoist priest is a monk from Maoshan?" Yu Youhong's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Yu Que, the little girl who had been eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, suddenly said, "Why have I never seen you?"

"Don't blame the Taoist priest."

Yu Youhong hurriedly said: "That's right. When I went to Maoshan to worship, I took Xiaoque with me. As a result, an old monk in Maoshan suddenly took a fancy to Xiaoque, saying that she is very talented and ready to be accepted as a disciple."

"The old man also went to ask Wang Youdao Prison, and learned that the old man was a senior expert in Maoshan, so he agreed after much consideration, and the young girl also stayed on Maoshan for more than a year, and just came down a while ago. .”

Yu Que looked at Su Mo suspiciously.She stayed in Maoshan for more than a year and recognized almost all Taoist priests, but she had never met Su Mo.

When Su Mo returned to Maoshan with the Ascension Talisman, it was just after Yu Que went down the mountain, and the two of them staggered, so they never saw each other.

"Which elder do you worship?" Su Mo looked at Yu Que and asked...

"Elder Peng Yunfeng."

"Peng Yunfeng?" The figure of an old man flashed across Su Mo's mind.

This person is also an inner sect disciple, and like Uncle Jiu, he learned the skills of outsiders.

Obviously, Yu Que stayed at the outer gate of Maoshan for more than a year, and never entered the inner gate.

The main reason is that Elder Peng wants to examine her character and family background. Now that she has passed the inspection, it will not be long before she will formally accept her as an apprentice.

At this point, Su Mo smiled at her: "In this way, you have to call me uncle."

"Ah?" Yu Que frowned slightly: "But I...but I have never seen you before, are you really the Taoist priest of Maoshan?"

"It's true." Su Mo laughed, feeling that the child was cute for no reason.

Yu Que observed him for a while, and finally clasped his fists in salute: "Yu Que has met Master Su!"

The person is not big, but the posture is quite standard.

While she was saluting, Su Mo had already secretly taken out a blank jade pendant, and with his true energy concentrating on his fingertips, he drew a talisman on the jade pendant.