Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

The Tao does not lie in closed-door training, nor does it mean high-strength spells. It is hidden among the mountains and rivers, among the various forms of the world of mortals, and hidden among the ordinary that can be seen everywhere.

Whether it is cultivation base or true qi, none of them have improved.

But Su Mo knew that he had undergone a transformation.

This is probably the so-called boundary.

Looking at mountains is not mountains, and looking at water is not water.

Cultivation has never been about fighting bravely and fiercely. The so-called innate talent also loses its effect when it reaches the fairyland.

Refining the void and joining the Tao, and joining the Tao, is enlightenment.

Some immortals are always stuck in this step, and until they die, they don't know why they have been unable to step into the realm of real people.

I clearly have excellent talent, I have also thoroughly comprehended the fairy scriptures, and my spells are even better than the heavens, making me invincible in the same situation.

Some people's bones are barely enough to reach the threshold of practice, and it took thousands of years to reach the earth fairyland with difficulty, and then they stepped from the earth fairy to the great master overnight.

Spells can be taught, and cultivation can be passed on, but this perception, there is no way but to realize it by oneself.

It's like when the Buddha taught the Dharma on Lingjiu Mountain, but he didn't explain the Buddhist scriptures. He just picked up a flower and remained silent.

Others were puzzled, but Kassapa smiled heartily.

Su Mo seemed to be coming to this world for the first time, with indescribably pure eyes, sizing up the passers-by around him.

And the surrounding people also noticed for the first time this handsome young man who was holding a white horse and dressed in Taoist robes.

He has a distinctive aura about him.

Even if he was dressed in shabby sackcloth, if he was still in the crowd, he would still be picked out at a glance.

Strange, why hadn't I seen such a special person before?

It seemed that he just appeared out of nowhere.

There were even many young ladies from rich families pointing at Su Mo, talking privately to each other, their cheeks blushing.

Su Mo accepted all of this frankly, and led the white horse away gradually.

Longhu Mountain is somewhat ethereal and detached, while the main hall of Maoshan Mountain is always solemn and solemn.

Zi Xiao sat cross-legged on the futon, in front of three great virtues and a dozen elders, he seemed to be explaining something, and he spoke very slowly.

It's just that Zi Xiao suddenly paused in the middle of a certain sentence.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. After a few breaths, he stuck out his sleeve with his right hand and counted with a few fingers.

"It turned out to be enlightened... just enlightened."

Zi Xiao put down his right hand, but there was a smile on his face.

The other elders were still confused, only the three great virtues looked at each other, and they all saw the complicated look in each other's eyes.

They are contemporaries with Zi Xiao.

It's just that Zixiao was able to cross the catastrophe and become a fairy 300 years ago, but they were forced to be trapped in the fairyland for nearly a thousand years!

The root is not bad, the talent is not bad.

It's just a miss of enlightenment.

If you can't realize it, everything is empty.

But how to understand, how to understand, and what to understand, the three of them still have no idea.

It doesn't mean that one will be able to become a Daoist after enlightenment, after all, what Su Mo has realized so far is far from the Dao needed to become a Daoist.

But the beginning of everything is difficult.

As long as you make a start, the road ahead will be easy.

"Congratulations to the head!" The three great virtues saluted at the same time: "Congratulations to the head, and congratulations to Maoshan!"

Some of the group of elders behind them figured it out, and some didn't, but they also bowed their hands at the same moment.

ps: Some people may think this chapter is long-winded, it’s watery, mainly because I want to express some of my own opinions.

I think the so-called immortality and Taoism should be a kind of mysterious and mysterious, very idealistic concept.It is by no means that whoever has the most lethality and fights well will become a fairy.

Such a fairy is a bit too vulgar, and it doesn't look like a fairy. .

Chapter 629

A young son came to Qing'an Village recently.

In this era, many mountain villages in remote areas are still relatively closed, and outsiders may not come here for several years.

What's more, he is a handsome young gentleman who looks thin and tender.

In the past few days, the big girls in the village would gather together from time to time and talk quietly.

"Then what, Brother Su, how about I wash it for you, there are only a few pieces in total." A middle-aged woman squatting by the river washing clothes finally couldn't help but speak.

Not far away, Su Mo, who was dressed in ordinary burlap, was half squatting by the river, cleaning some white shirts for himself with a little clumsiness.

"No, I can do it myself."

Su Mo took the time to wipe the water splashed on his face with his sleeve, and smiled at the woman, showing two rows of neat and white teeth, just like an ordinary mountain village boy.

Obviously, he didn't use any mana for all this.

At this moment, Su Mo looked less ethereal, but more mortal.

The river water in winter is freezing cold, but these women feel that the water flow seems to be much warmer today for no reason.

Seeing Su Mo put away his clothes and leave with the wooden bucket, several women couldn't help getting together and chatting.

"Oh, look at that appearance, those fingers, with thin skin and tender flesh, are more delicate than the most delicate girl in our village."

"No, otherwise, how could the village chief say that this little brother Su should be the son of a big family in the city."

"How could such a wealthy young man come to our remote place to suffer?"

"Who knows, I heard that those rich families in the city are fighting fiercely for family property, maybe..."

A few women gathered together, murmured, and made up a lot of stories about the infighting among wealthy families.

Su Mo was walking on the uneven dirt road with a wooden basin. Villagers greeted him from time to time along the way, and he responded with a smile one by one.

Enlightenment requires precipitation.

For example, if you have just broken through a certain realm in practice, you must stabilize your cultivation and calm down your true energy.

Therefore, Su Mo chose this remote mountain village, and without using any mana, he had the right to treat himself as an ordinary person with great strength, learning to wash clothes, cook, grow vegetables and hoe the ground.

He seemed to have realized something again, but he couldn't explain it clearly. He just felt that the world in front of him seemed a little clearer.

It was as if the previous world had always been covered with a layer of mist, but one day, the mist cleared away, and the real world unfolded in front of him.

The mountains are green mountains, and the water is clear water.

The house Su Mo selected is located at the end of the village, on a rather high terrain.

This kind of village was originally sparsely populated, plus Su Mo was handsome, generous, and kind, so no one objected to living in this village.

He put the clothes on the hanger to dry, and turned to the kitchen to light the fire, wash the rice, and cook.

This is the first time he has done these things.

There are handyman disciples who are responsible for daily life on Maoshan Mountain, and after descending the mountain, there are paper man spirits in their bodies.

However, the cooking of the food was not bad. After all, no matter how much mana was used, the reaction ability of the body was still far beyond that of ordinary people.

A large bowl of rice was filled, and the vegetables and soup were poured on the rice.

Su Mo carried the bowl and chopsticks, jumped to the roof with a light leap, and sat by the eaves, looking at the surrounding green mountains and green waters while eating.

It's lunchtime now.

There was smoke from the roofs of every household, and there was a scent of millet in the air. From time to time, young children ran out of the house and went to the distant fields to call the men who were working to go home for dinner.

The women with wooden basins came back from the river in twos and threes, talking and laughing with each other.

The old men at the entrance of the village were still not in a hurry, staring at the chessboard.

As for the farther distance, you can vaguely see the bustling county town, and the cars, horses and pedestrians inside are like a stream of water, and you can feel the excitement just by looking at it.

Su Mo swallowed the last mouthful of rice, and put the empty bowl beside him.

Suddenly, he showed a smile: "Master, I seem to... have figured it out?"

"My perception...my way."

"Being born...entering the world...it turns out that this is what I desire most in my heart, and this is my way."

"My way is not in the heavens, nor in the underworld, nor in the stars outside the territory."

"My way lies in this world of mortals!"

Su Mo's concept of immortals is different from that of many people in this era.

For example, in today's Immortal Gate, there are many elders who have worked hard in the mountain gate for a lifetime, and never thought of going down the mountain to have a look, eat, drink and have fun.

Because for them, becoming a fairy is the only pursuit.

But Su Mo is different. From Su Mo's point of view, even if he finally walks through the avenue and gathers three flowers and five qi, it is not a fairy, but a stone without emotions.

What is the meaning of such a fairy?

In his mind, immortals should be free and long-lived, free and easy, before long life.

Traveling to the North Sea in the morning and evening in Cangwu, playing games in the world, having fun.

If you are interested in money, become a businessman.

If you want to protect one side, you can go to a Taoist temple to kill demons and demons.

When you meet a woman you like, you will marry her home. If a hundred years is not enough, teach her how to practice and continue to accompany her.

When I was tired, I found a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and became a layman, ignoring the world of mortals.

Whenever you want to go to the world for another walk, then go, maybe you will meet a few old people, but (Qian Zhao) they are already gray-haired, old-eyed and dim-witted, but I still look like a teenager.

He is not a passer-by in the mortal world, but a member of the world of mortals.

This is the way of Su Mo, the way of the world of mortals.

Become a fairy in the world of mortals, and stay in the world of mortals.

Dominating the big star, there is no such thing as immortality and the joy of being at ease in the world.

Wouldn't it be more interesting to sit and watch the dynasties change and the vicissitudes of life in the world than to stare at the stones all over the ground for thousands of years?

After figuring it out, Su Mo jumped off the roof with his bowl in hand, patted the dust off his buttocks, and was about to wash the bowls and chopsticks.

There is no ecstasy and change of enlightenment, just like thinking about what to eat tonight and what clothes to wear tomorrow, plain and natural.

But there is a road to the sky, which has been paved in front of him.

After walking, you will be a fairy! .

Chapter 630

The lunch meals are deliberately reserved.

Su Mo filled it up, put it in a bowl, and walked towards the village.

At the front of the village is a rather dilapidated wooden house, but this is also the only school in Qing'an Village. There is an old man in the school.

In the end, in a rage, he came to Qing'an Village to settle down and became a teacher.

It's not a joke, it's real.

In the feudal era, it was not unreasonable for people in their 70s to take the exam for scholar, and there were many people who had passed the exam for decades.

The old man's surname is Song, and his name is Song Shuyuan. He has no relatives, friends, or descendants.

He taught the students in the village to repair money without restraint, and the people in the village were willing to give him free meals and accommodation, so he survived with mutual help and mutual benefit.