Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Immediately afterwards, the remaining scriptures on the ruined walls suddenly lit up and emitted light.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a bony old monk emerging from the light, gently pushed the yellow scarf warrior's chest, and actually pushed him back a few steps.talent.

Chapter 482

The wrestler backed away, and naturally let go of his clenched right hand. The tree demon also came back to his senses in an instant, not daring to fight, and took this opportunity to escape into the depths of the earth and leave quickly.

Naturally, Su Mo's flying swords didn't hit him either, they flew through the air quickly and knocked down all the walls behind him.

In the light, the old monk seemed to let out a faint sigh, and then the light dissipated, and the monk's phantom gradually disappeared.

In the distance, Yan Chixia's eyes widened, but she didn't react for a while.

On the contrary, although Su Mo was surprised, there was a bit of thoughtful expression on his face.

"The power of faith?" He murmured softly, feeling a little strange.

After all, this thing is extinct in the Dharma-ending Era, just like those spirits in ancient times.

In ancient times, in addition to the three ways of conferring gods and becoming immortals, besides elixir, cultivation and canonization by the heavenly court, there is a fourth way, which is to believe in conferring gods.

It's just that with the end of the world, the power of faith is getting weaker and weaker.

After all, Tiandao can't even maintain the most basic aura, so there is no extra energy to maintain the power of faith.

Therefore, by the time of Uncle Jiu, the power of faith had been completely cut off.

He had always felt a vague power in Lanruo Temple before, but he couldn't analyze it. It was neither spiritual power nor demon power, which was very strange.

Now it seems that it is the power of faith!

"This ancient temple has been abandoned for a hundred years, yet there is still the power of faith, and it can condense such a great power..." Su Mo looked at the ruins around him, and whispered softly: "Maybe, what happened here? Something that I don't know about?"

And Yan Chixia herself was a little puzzled, but after hearing Su Mo's explanation, she became even more puzzled.

Lanruo Temple itself is a Buddhist temple, why does it shelter evildoers?

"That direction."

Su Mo suddenly took a step and walked towards the distance.

When he was fighting, he had always opened his Dharma Eye, so he could vaguely see the trajectory and source of that power.

The two finally stopped in a bedroom.

Although the bedroom is also extremely dilapidated, it is very spacious, and it can be vaguely seen from the old and decayed facilities that it is much better than ordinary monks' rooms.

Yan Chixia, who lived in Lanruo Temple for a long time, said, "Looking at the location and environment, this should be the host's room."

"Host?"

Su Mo observed the surrounding environment: "The source of that light is this room."

He didn't directly talk about the power of faith, otherwise Yan Chixia, a ranger who can only be regarded as a half Taoist monk, probably wouldn't understand.

Regardless of Yan Chixia's confusion, Su Mo looked around the room, and finally landed on the decaying desk.

The wood has disappeared, leaving only a few copper frames. On the nearby stone wall, there is a faintly carved pattern.

It's just that the pattern has become blurred with the passage of time.

Su Mo circulated his true qi, letting it gently blow over the stone wall like a spring breeze. This mural, which had been covered up by time for hundreds of years, also revealed its original appearance.

It is a very simple painting.

A young monk in a monk's robe is bowing his head and holding a wooden ladle in his hand. The wooden ladle is slightly tilted, and water falls from it.

Below the water flow, there is a small willow tree only half a meter high, swaying its buds in the breeze.

Su Mo looked at the mural, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Yan Chixia suddenly said: "No, that stupid scholar has changed!"

After saving the female ghost that night, he began to call Ning Caichen a silly scholar.

After speaking, he ran towards the distance. Su Mo glanced at the furnishings in the house, and followed Yan Chixia's footsteps after making sure that there was nothing missing.

They are both in Lanruo Temple, except that one is in the front yard and the other is in the back yard.

Therefore, in just a few breaths, the two had already arrived in the room.

Yan Chixia's sword was still upside down in the house, but the door was opened, and no trace of the dispute was found.

"Ugh!"

Yan Chixia sighed resentfully: "It must be that scholar who didn't follow my instructions, opened the door without permission and walked out!"

.........

The house was magnificent, red candles were lit everywhere, and countless people in brocade robes gathered around, adding a bit of weird excitement.

This is one of several dryad lairs, all buried deep underground.

It has a lot of experience in hiding. Above these old nests, it controls the free growth of trees and covers them with roots, so there will be no evil spirits, and naturally it cannot be detected.

At this moment, the dryad grandma was sitting at the front seat, her face was ugly, blood was still on the corner of her mouth, but there was a bit of joy in her eyes.

But Ning Caichen stood there with the bookcase on his back, glared at the female ghost wearing a brocade robe above him, and cursed angrily: "You ghost, you lied to me before! What did you say that your fate is miserable, let me go?" I will save you."

"I risked my way out of the house, and that's how you repay me in the end?"

The female ghost didn't take it seriously, instead she had a complacent look: "You are stupid, how can you blame others?"

The dryad gave her an approving look: "Xiaozhen, you did a good job this time."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Ning Caichen and said with a sneer, "Just now your two companions injured me, so I decided not to swallow your essence directly, but to torture you severely. Eat your essence again."

"Then take out your soul and give it to the old demon of Montenegro to be his concubine!"

For the Montenegrin old demon, it doesn't matter whether it is a wife or a concubine, as long as it is a human soul that can satisfy its tortured desire.

Ning Caichen didn't care about reprimanding the female ghost anymore, his face was filled with fear immediately.

Swah——

Grandma raised her hand suddenly, and countless roots rushed towards him.

In desperation, Ning Caichen subconsciously blocked the bookcase in front of him.

Snapped!

But how could the wooden bookcase block grandma's roots, it fell apart in an instant, books were scattered all over the floor, and those roots wrapped around his body without hindrance...

"my book--"

At the moment of life and death, this kid is still obsessed with his book.

That Xiaozhen sneered, and picked up a book casually: "You seem to treasure these things?"

It's about to tear it apart.

The title page fell apart, revealing the three words on the cover: ethnography.

This is the genealogy that records the ancestors of the family, and Ning Caichen has always carried it with him.

The name of the last page is: Ning Tianyi.

"Ok?"

But the grandma suddenly let out a little sigh, and with a move of the left hand, the book flew into its hand.

It stared at the name Ning Tianyi, and was stunned for a while, and the roots wrapped around Ning Caichen unknowingly loosened.

But Ning Caichen took this opportunity, took a step forward, snatched the book from grandma's hand, and carefully hid it in his arms after seeing that it was not damaged.

The little demons around were completely stunned.

Are you kidding me?

A mortal scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, actually snatched something from his grandma, and succeeded?

What makes them even more incomprehensible is yet to come.

The dryad was silent for more than a dozen breaths, and then slowly raised his head. The evil spirit and bloodthirsty on his face disappeared, replaced by a complex look.

It had a hoarse voice: "What's your name, Ning Tianyi... who are you?"

"I...my name is Ning Caichen."

Ning Caichen was planning not to answer, but he was still a little timid after all, and whispered: "Ning Tianyi...is my father."

As his words fell, the hall fell into silence again.

The Dryad suddenly said, "Let's go."

The ground trembled, and an upward stone ladder appeared at the door, and the moonlight at the end of the stone ladder could still be vaguely seen.

"what?"

Ning Caichen was stunned.

"Get out! Leave Lanruo Temple!" Grandma suddenly yelled, and a majestic demonic aura erupted.

Ning Caichen immediately rushed up the stone ladder, and quickly disappeared at the end.

"Grandma..." Xiao Zhen also had a look of disbelief on her face: "You..."

The tree demon showed a very tired expression, and waved his hands: "You guys go down too."

"Yes."

Although the ghosts around were hesitant to speak, no one dared to say a word.

After a while, only the Dryad was left sitting on the big chair in the lobby.

It looked at the place where Ning Caichen left, with a somewhat confused expression, and a flash of reminiscence flashed in its eyes.

After what seemed like a century, a complicated sigh sounded.

"Young Master Ning... the favor I owe you is now repaid to you."

"If that kid still lives and dies in Lanruo Temple... Wait a few days for the old Black Mountain demon to come, and if he accidentally dies in the battle, you can't blame me!"

ps: I didn't delay the update on purpose, the main reason is that the following plot is very important. I am in a very bad state now, dizzy, and afraid that writing will be ruined...

Chapter 483

"Grandma locked herself in the room again?"

A group of female ghosts gathered together and whispered.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced at the room with the closed door in the deepest part of the corridor, and lowered her voice: "But... isn't it time yet? Every year, grandma will stay in the room alone for a whole day, But this year is still more than two months away from this date, right?"

"Who knows, it's like this when I come back from outside."

Xiaoqing glanced at Xiaozhen next to her: "We were separated by Yan Chixia's battle. You have been with grandma all along. What's going on?"

"I do not know either."

Xiaozhen was also full of confusion: "I just tricked that scholar named Ning Caichen here, trying to please my grandma, but instead of eating him, my grandma let him go, and when I came back, I went into that room. room."

In a dark room.

The dryad sat cross-legged on the ground, with his head bowed, his old face facing a piece of yellowed rice paper.

The rice paper has long been worn out, and many places have been damaged, but fortunately, it was protected by its evil spirit, so it was not completely turned into dust.

On the rice paper was a simple pattern drawn with charcoal ink.

A little monk sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands, and seemed to be reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Behind him, a willow tree barely taller than 12 adults stands. The immature wicker willows gently cover the little monk's head, as if to shield him from the sun.

This old tree demon, who terrified countless ghosts and little demons, had a rare gentle expression on his face. It looked at the graffiti-like painting on the rice paper, and slowly slid its thin fingers across it.

"how much longer......"

The rare quiet atmosphere lasted for half an hour.