Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

And those who are alone like King Chu Jiang will end up miserable once they encounter a catastrophe.

Yan Daoqin smiled and nodded at him: "There are still many important matters to be dealt with in the underworld. I hope that when we meet next time, we will wait as usual."

Seeing the vortex dissipate in front of him and turn into a mark on the back of his hand again, Su Mo looked at the devastated Zhuge inner gate, sighed slightly, turned and walked out of the passage.

The moment he walked out of the passage, the inner door trembled, and then fell apart, completely turning into chaos, and fell into the heaven and earth.

Seeing the ripples in the space and then returning to calm, Su Mo also had a bit of emotion on his face.

The family of yin and yang that has been passed down for thousands of years has been destroyed so easily.

In this world, there is probably only Xianmen who can achieve endless inheritance!

After finishing the work, Su Mo didn't stop there.

After generally telling Wang Hui, he fled back to Maoshan. As for Zhuge Kongping... all the inner sects were destroyed, and no one survived. One can imagine his fate.

To be honest, not even a day has passed.

It was almost evening now.

Zixiao stood alone on the top of the green hill, looking at the illusory clouds above his head in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was the sound of unrepressed footsteps.

Su Mo walked up to the top of the mountain step by step, and stood behind Zi Xiao: "The Yin-Yang channel is closed, and the Yin God at the other end still didn't dare to come out after all. He just stretched out an arm and was chopped off by his disciples."

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"Zhuge's inner sect was destroyed, and none of the monks in the inner sect, including Mr. Zhuge Qingfeng, survived."

"In addition, before the old man left for the underworld, he handed over a scroll to his disciples. Let me wait for the right time in the future to teach this scroll to the descendants of the Zhuge family's outer sect, so as to continue the inheritance of the Zhuge family."

After all, Zhuge's family still has outer sects and many talented disciples.

The scroll is actually a scroll of bamboo slips, on which Zhuge Kongming recorded his own method, named Wuhou Qimen, and it is also the book that Zhuge's family has passed down for thousands of years.

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Strictly speaking, Wuhou Qimen is not Tao, but art.

Dao refers to the original law, which is similar to the fairy scriptures in the major fairy schools, and has very strict cultivation requirements.

The technique refers to the method of fighting against the enemy. Basically, there is no too difficult practice requirement, as long as the talent is sufficient and the mana exists in the body.

Therefore, this volume of Wuhou Qimen can be cultivated even in the Dharma-ending era, as long as one has practiced the Dao of Qi handed down from Longhu Mountain.

"It's fate."

Zi Xiao sighed slightly: "The Zhuge family and my Maoshan have a certain relationship. This volume of Wuhou Qimen, when the time is right in the future, you can pass it on to your descendants."

"In the future age of the Dharma-ending era, the world's Taoist sects will fight for the dragon, and the Zhuge family may still have a hand in it."

After saying this, Zi Xiao fell silent, as if caught in some memory.

Su Mo stood quietly behind him and did not speak.

After a long time, Zi Xiao suddenly turned around: "Did you ever feel hard when you have been traveling around in the past few years?"

"No." Su Mo said with a smile, "On the contrary, I feel free and unrestrained."

Zi Xiao nodded and laughed: "The world says that gods are good, and fame and wealth will never be forgotten. Everyone in the world says gods are good, but beautiful wives and beautiful concubines will never be forgotten."

"You, the world of mortals, have taken over everything. You have fame and fortune, a beautiful wife and beautiful concubines, and you can live a long life and transcend reincarnation. This is probably the happy fairy that all people in the world yearn for."

Chapter 772

"How difficult it is to be in the world of mortals but detached."

Zi Xiao said again: "You are a human being in two lives, the two worlds are parallel but intertwined, and the cause and effect are mixed, so you can walk this road. I am afraid that only you can walk this world of mortals."

"If other Taoist cultivators follow this path, I'm afraid the final outcome will be a madness."

"Disciple is ashamed." Su Mo said with a smile: "I can't leave one more fairy scripture for Maoshan."

Of course, there is more than one fairy tale in Maoshan.

Every great Daoist, after going through the catastrophe and becoming a celestial immortal, will compile his life skills and insights into a book and leave it in the Sutra Pavilion before ascension.

Su Mo's mortal world obviously cannot be left behind.

Because his avenue is too attractive to those young monks, I am afraid that nine out of ten people will choose to practice this avenue.

However, without Su Mo's complicated life experience and experience, coupled with the assistance of the system, it would be impossible to cultivate this mortal world, and the only result would be to fall into a demon without knowing it.

"There is no shortage of your part. Being able to become a celestial being and return to the Six Royals, and to return to protect Maoshan in the future is already the greatest reward."

Zi Xiao laughed, looking at Su Mo with gentle eyes: "In the past 20 years, you have been able to stand alone."

"My journey has been completed, and the next step is to see how you go. The future of Maoshan is in your hands."

"The disciple must live up to the trust." Su Mo said solemnly.

"Yeah." Zi Xiao nodded, turned around and walked down: "Let's rest in the inner gate for a few days."

"In a few days, I will go to Longhu Mountain on behalf of my teacher."

"Longhushan?" Su Mo was a little surprised: "Didn't the old master just leave a few days ago?"

"It's just for that old guy." Zi Xiao's figure was no longer visible, but the voice came along with the mountain wind: "You will take part in his funeral ceremony as a teacher on your behalf."

Su Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Entering the funeral refers to the fact that after the deceased enters the coffin, he stops the coffin for burial.

The old master is going to die?

I clearly peeped once with my Dharma eyes, although the old Tianshi noticed it, but he didn't scold him, but just smiled and cursed at him gently.

At that time, the old celestial master was full of yang energy and had a long lifespan. According to Su Mo's observation, he still had at least two or 300 years of lifespan!

Su Mo wanted to ask, but in the end he held back. He just looked at the clouds and mist in the distant sky, feeling a little melancholy for a while.

Master and the others are about to ascend to heaven, and the old celestial master is also going to die.

Uncle Jiu still has a few years of life left, Shi Jian was beheaded by him personally, and the two senior brothers, Simu and Qianhe, will not live too long.

After waiting for decades, apart from Ren Tingting and Hu Qiyue, I am afraid that there is no one close to me in this world of mortals.

Therefore, in the immortal way of the world of mortals, Taoist companions are necessary companions.

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The atmosphere in Longhu Mountain was a bit oppressive for no reason.

Zhang Wei was wearing a Taoist robe that was obviously much larger than his figure, and his sleeves were fluttering in the wind. He fiddled with the hair on his forehead that blocked his eyes, smiled and asked the old Taoist priest who was leading the way: "Brother, what is the old man looking for?" What's the matter with me?"

"I don't know." The old Taoist had a serious face, and said unsmilingly: "The head teacher only said that he was looking for you to enter the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

"Oh." Zhang Wei curled his lips and stopped asking.

Not long after, a majestic building appeared in front of his eyes. The old Taoist bowed and then stepped back. Zhang Wei walked straight into the hall without stopping.

In the empty hall, only the old Tianshi sat cross-legged on the futon, wearing Taoist robes, staring blankly at the statue of the patriarch in front of him without speaking.

"Master." Zhang Wei put away his sloppy expression and looked slightly solemn.

"Sit down." The old heavenly master smiled and pointed to the futon next to him.

Zhang Wei sat over and said, "What do you want me for?"

"Xiaowei, what do you think of the position of Tianshi?" The old Tianshi asked suddenly.

"what?"

Zhang Wei was taken aback, scratching his head: "Master, what are you talking about?"

"You are the true heir of the dragon and tiger, it will be a matter of time." The voice of the old celestial master echoed in the hall: "I just want to ask you in advance, do you want the position of the celestial master?"

"Hey, Chuanshi, you should have said it earlier..." Zhang Wei waved his hand like chasing flies, "It's so serious that I thought you were going to become a feather."

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Seeing Zhang Wei's sloppy look, the old Tianshi was instantly blew his beard and stared at him, slapped him on the back of the head, and staggered him: "Little bastard, I'm telling you business, you treat me Are you kidding me?"

"This... it's just a matter of business, why are you still doing it?" Zhang Wei rubbed the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, you, it will hurt you."

"Stinky boy, I've been down the mountain for two years. I haven't learned much, but I've learned a lot about the world's tact. I should have let you go to Maoshan to find Su Mo, and let him take you to experience the world of mortals."

"Then I wish I could follow Senior Brother Su, eat and drink and take care of things." Zhang Wei muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Ah, it's nothing, you go on, you go on!" Zhang Wei quickly grinned.

The old heavenly master glared at him angrily, shook his head, and looked at the statue of the patriarch in front of him: "Forget it, go back and rest first."

"The disciple is leaving, Master, you should rest earlier." Zhang Wei saluted him, stood up from the futon, and walked out of the hall.

The door of the temple was closed, and in the dark space, a sigh from the old heavenly master suddenly sounded.

And outside the hall.

The playful smile on Zhang Wei's face disappeared, replaced by seriousness and gloom.

He frowned tightly, looking at the closed palace door, a complicated and melancholy flashed in his eyes.

After a long time, Zhang Wei made a seal with both hands, bowed to the end towards the main hall, and then walked down the mountain facing the evening wind with his sleeves twitched.

The clear singing came out of his throat, echoed in the mountain stream, and the blood-red sunset fell, dragging a long reflection behind him.

"Watching chess Ke Lan, cutting wood Tin Ding, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds..."

"Selling salaries and selling wine, laughing wildly from pottery. Cang path and autumn are high, facing the moon and pillowing pine roots, I wake up at dawn..."

"No scheming, no honor or disgrace, calm and prolong life. When we meet, we can either be immortal or Taoist, sit quietly and talk about "Huang Ting"...".

Chapter 773

The majestic hall was empty, and the mountain roads on both sides were covered with talismans.

The cinnabar runes reflected a radiant luster in the sunlight, and Su Mo could sense a terrifying aura from them. This is a talisman drawn by Dazhen Ren himself!

The mountain road is deep and deep, leading directly to the deepest forbidden area of ​​the inner gate.

Zi Xiao carried a jade sword and walked ahead with a fly whisk in his hand. Su Mo quietly followed behind him, walking through the mountain roads, and along the way, several elders could be seen bowing their hands to the two of them.

Maoshan has a long history, and there are many elders, but even those of Uncle Jiu who have lived in the inner sect for decades have never seen too many elders.

The fundamental reason is that most of the elders are stationed in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain,

The elders are changed every ten years.

This kind of scene is not only in Maoshan, but in the fairy gates of the world, every family has a similar forbidden area.

The two were silent all the way, and finally came to the door of a large hall.

This is a palace made entirely of white jade, engraved with runes, the door is closed, and a Taiji lock is hung.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​Maoshan."

Zi Xiao looked at the Bai 12 Jade Palace in front of him, and could not hear any emotion in his tone: "It was built by the second generation of patriarchs, and every subsequent patriarch will engrave runes on it to strengthen the seal."

"In order to ensure everything is safe, people will be specially sent to watch nearby, but if there is any trouble, you must immediately report it to the current Headmaster."

"It's the group of elders you just saw."

The first patriarch of Maoshan was naturally Sanmao Zhenjun. At that time, the head teacher was Da Maojun Mao Ying, Zhongmao Jun Mao Gu and Sanmao Jun Mao Zhong were the elders, and the second generation patriarch was Mao Ying's apprentice. The first true biography of Maoshan.

Su Mo nodded slightly.

Longhu Mountain also has such a seal. The old heavenly master knew that the seal would no longer be able to be kept after the end of the Dharma, and he was unable to solve it, so he could only hold the Luotian Dajiao, inviting the great masters of the world's immortal sects to go together and join hands. kill.

That day the old Celestial Master brought him into the Celestial Master's Hall, and talked in detail behind closed doors, and naturally revealed all the suppressed things.

It is evil thoughts that are suppressed!

To be precise, it is the evil thoughts of the ancestors of all ages!