Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Tianshi!" A haggard old man in Taoist robes sat cross-legged at the door.

Seeing the old celestial master approaching, he raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Su Mo with cloudy eyes.

There was a surge of true qi in Su Mo's chest, and he subconsciously reacted to the enemy.

That is to say, just relying on his own gaze, this old man gave Su Mo a sense of crisis!

"Is this the true biography of Maoshan?"

"Exactly." Su Mo didn't hesitate at all, walked over generously, and made a salute: "Maoshan Su Mo, I have met senior."

"That's right." The old man's gaze was much more kind, and he nodded, "Zi Xiao has indeed taken in a good seedling. It's a pity, if you had come to me 500 years earlier, it would have been great."

"Brother." The old master interrupted him: "Open the underground palace."

"it is good."

The old man stopped talking and said no more, but turned around and pressed his palm on the bronze gate.

The golden light poured into the gate along the veins of his palm, and the runes on the door lit up one after another. When all the runes were lit up, the bronze gate gradually became transparent and illusory.

In the end, it turned into a faint blue smoke.

"Come with me."

The old heavenly master took the lead and disappeared through the green smoke.

Su Mo observed a little, and after clenching his fists towards the old man at the door, he also walked into the green smoke.

Passing through the green smoke, there is a huge altar in front of you.

The altar is in the shape of the eight trigrams and is as high as ten thousand feet. There are stairs on all eight sides, leading to the top of the altar.

Every five meters, there is a golden talisman sticking to it. From a distance, it seems that the whole altar is emitting golden light, as if made of gold.

The old heavenly master walked in front, and Su Mo followed behind. The two of them took one step at a time, and finally reached the top.

The altar becomes narrower as it goes up, and the top is only about a hundred feet in diameter. It is a huge gossip pattern, and in the middle of the gossip, there is a small bowl with golden liquid rippling in it.

"It's here." The old heavenly master looked at the golden liquid in the small bowl: "Let's merge the breath of King Chujiang into this liquid."

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Su Mo nodded without asking a word.

Stretching out his hand, a hazy cloud of fog appeared in his hand.

The fog outside was transformed by his true qi, and the black lines in the fog were the reincarnated breath of King Chu Jiang.

He carefully removed the white mist, as if the black line had found a home, it automatically rushed into the bowl and merged with the golden liquid.

The old Tianshi squatted halfway, staring at the bowl of golden liquid in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

And Su Mo had completed his task, and knew that this place could be regarded as one of the forbidden areas of Longhu Mountain. It was inconvenient for him to stay as an outsider, so he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Since the breath has been left, this junior will leave."

"Ah."

The old master nodded: "I have to stay here to deal with it, so I won't send the true biography. After I go out, let Zhang Zhiwei take the true biography for a walk and stay in Longhu Mountain for a few more days."

"Huh?" Su Mo was a little surprised.

The old Tianshi turned his head and glanced at him: "Is there any important matter in the past few days?"

"That's not true." Su Mo recalled for a while, and finally shook his head.

The only thing is the fallen Daoist Miaoyun, but it's not bad for a few days.

"Then why not just stay with me for a few more days." The old celestial master said with a smile, "I am going to hold the Luotian Dajiao in Longhu Mountain, and in a few days, I will invite the Dazhengs from all the immortal sects to come Come, your master Zi Xiao will also come."

"Luo Tian Dajiao?" Su Mo frowned, but finally nodded and said, "Well, it's just up to the arrangement of the old heavenly master."

"Yeah." The old master turned around and said, "Let's pass it on, sorry for the poor hospitality."

The old man was still at the door.

Seeing Su Mo coming out, the old man smiled at him and closed his eyes.

Su Mo didn't have the desire to talk to him, and walked out of the underground palace after paying his respects.

The gate of the underground palace.

Zhang Zhiwei was waiting here, and when he saw Su Mo coming out, he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Senior Brother Su, this underground palace is forbidden by dragons and tigers, even I have never entered it."

"Master brought you in alone, why exactly?"

Chapter 617

The kid looked like a curious baby.

Su Mo glanced at him, then turned his head to look at the deep tunnel of the underground palace: "I'm an outsider, so it's inconvenient to talk about some things."

"Why don't you ask your master yourself?"

"Forget it." Zhang Zhiwei shrank his neck: "I'll take Senior Brother Su around Longhu Mountain. It should be the first time for Senior Brother to come, so I can arrange board and lodging for you by the way."

Along the way, you can see many disciples decorating the halls everywhere, full of prosperous and busy scenes.

Su Mo smiled helplessly.

He thought it was Longhushan who came to welcome him, but it turned out that they were just preparing for the Luotian Dajiao.

But it's normal to think about it.

Among Taoist sects, the status of Longhushan and Maoshan is comparable. With his true biography, it is already a great deal of face for the old celestial master to come forward to greet him in person.

The Luotian Dajiao is not a unique ceremony in Longhu Mountain, but a Taoist ceremony as a whole.

There are three types: Putian Dajiao, Zhoutian Dajiao and Luotian Dajiao.

Among them, the Putian Dajiao is the most solemn, requiring [-] worship places to be enshrined, corresponding to [-] upper-world gods. Generally speaking, only when a Taoist fairy gate is formally established will the Putian Dajiao be held to announce to the three worlds.

The Zhoutian Dajiao is the next, requiring [-] sacrificial places to be enshrined, corresponding to [-] gods from the upper realms. Only when there are Dazhengs in the sect who have survived the catastrophe, walked through the road, and become immortals, will they be held Zhou Tiandajiao is a congratulation.

The Luotian Dajiao needs to enshrine 1000 or 1000 worship places, corresponding to [-] or [-] upper-world gods, which is the smallest of the three kinds of Dajiao.

But even so, there will be many immortals present.

The Luotian Dajiao lasted for a total of 49 days, and the seven dynasties Jiaojiao was held in seven times, once every seven days, divided into: Fujiao, Qi'an Jiao, Wangjiao, Shuijiao, Huojiao, Nine Emperor Rituals and Fighting Jiao And three yuan Jiao.

Even the smallest Luo Tian Dajiao is usually held only once in hundreds of years. Su Mo never thought that he would be lucky enough to meet him.

At the same time, in the underground palace.

On the altar of gossip, Zhang Xilin, dressed in common people's clothes, stood in front of the old celestial master.

The old man picked up the small bowl and put it in front of Zhang Xilin: "This is the remnant of King Chujiang's breath."

"You take it down the mountain, hide your name, practice the origin of the body, and don't reveal any information about King Chujiang!"

"Disciple understands!" Zhang Xilin took the small bowl cautiously.

When the small bowl fell into his hand, it changed into a jade bottle about two fingers thick and one finger long. In the jade bottle, a golden liquid was flowing slowly.

Zhang Xilin knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the old celestial master, picked up the package next to him, and walked down the altar.

Looking at the decisive back, the old celestial master was silent for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Zhang Chulan... oh..."

"Since Zhang Chulan is destined to be there, why is there another Su Mo?"

"Could it be that even the heavens are looking after Maoshan?"

Longhushan has been very lively recently.

Not only because of Luo Tian Dajiao's sake.

The world is about to end, the way of heaven has disappeared, and the aura is fading at an astonishing speed. I believe it will not be long before there will be no more aura to use in this world.

At that time, the road to alchemy will be completely cut off, and even heretics will no longer be able to practice.

Therefore, Longhushan created the Dao of Qi, absorbing the essence of all things in the world to practice. Although they can no longer live forever and have to see the Dao of Immortals, it has finally given these Taoists a glimmer of hope, allowing them to continue to practice and transcend the mundane .

In addition, Longhushan does not hide, but openly teaches the way of Qi to the world.

Therefore, during this period of time, almost all the Taoist sects in the world have been running to Longhu Mountain, wanting to learn this technique of Qi Dao cultivation.

It even includes some people in the evil way.

In order to practice, he did not hesitate to risk his own life. Even though many demons have been recognized and killed these days, they still cannot stop the determination of those practitioners to come.

It's just that the old celestial master showed a somewhat ambiguous attitude on this matter.

With his level of strength, it is easy to tell who is evil at a glance.

But the old Tianshi turned a blind eye and never took the initiative to find anyone. As long as he didn't do bad things near Longhu Mountain, he would ignore it.

Since he planned to participate in the event, Su Mo decided to live in Longhu Mountain...

There is no supply of spiritual rice, but as I said before, porridge and pickles are cleared every day, but the old Tianshi and Zhang Zhiwei also have the same meals, or it is the same up and down Longhu Mountain.

In a few days, except for some inner restricted areas, I took a good tour of Tianshi Mansion.

Naturally, Feng Baobao had been in contact several times.

It's just that this girl really can't remember anything except her own name.

Before he knew it, a few days passed by, and the date of Luo Tian's Dajiao was getting closer and closer.

.........

It has been nearly a month since Su Mo left, and Renjia Town has gradually returned to its former calm.

The moonlight is as cool as water.

In the living room of Yizhuang, there are four people sitting on the square table.

They are Uncle Jiu, Wencai Qiusheng, and Aunt Cane.

Aunt Cane has now moved to Yizhuang to live officially.

"I asked the two of you to copy the scriptures before, but you two fell asleep! Continue copying tonight, and you are not allowed to sleep until you finish copying."

"Ah?" Uncle Jiu's words made both of them look bitter.

Aunt Cane suddenly said, "Qiusheng has to help his aunt buy goods tomorrow. If it's really a night of copying, his aunt won't be able to explain it."

"This..." Uncle Jiu took a look at Qiu Sheng, and finally said: "Then Qiu Sheng will forget it, forgive you once, and give the Taoist scriptures to me the morning after tomorrow."

"Literature is still the same, tomorrow morning I will hand in the Daoist scriptures, if you can't hand it in, be careful of the skin on your body!"

Wen Cai glanced at Qiu Sheng's complacent expression, and could only lower his head and eat in silence.

Who made me stupid and slow to react, so I failed to establish a good relationship with Aunt Cane in time.

"Boom boom boom——"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who is it?" Qiu Sheng was about to stand up.

Wen Cai had already put down his job first: "I'll open the door!"

After speaking a few steps, he walked to the door and pulled the latch.

"Uncle Qianhe?" When he saw the figure outside the door clearly, Wen Cai couldn't help being taken aback: "You...how did you become like this?".

Chapter 618

It was Chizuru standing outside the door.

It's just that Qianhe is covered in mud at this moment, his face is full of fatigue and fear, and his eyes are bloodshot.

The Taoist robe on his body has been torn into tatters, and there is still a lot of blood stains on it. Through the moonlight, he can vaguely see that his back is covered with scratches, and even a few places of flesh have been ripped open. The blood is black and emits a choking smell. fishy smell.

Behind him followed two security guards with rifles.

"Wen Cai." One of the security guards said, "It's this Taoist priest who is clamoring to see Uncle Nine. The two of us saw something wrong with his appearance, so we followed him. Do you know him?"

"Of course I do. This is Daoist Qianhe, my master's younger brother, who is older than senior brother Su Mo."