Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Three days later, the two Supreme Elders, Zhang Wei, and Su Mo carried the coffin to Longhu Houshan to bury the old Heavenly Master's coffin.

Seeing the tomb closed, the stone tablet was erected.

Zhang Wei showed a bit of disappointment, and sighed softly: "Perhaps a hundred years later, this is also my destination."

"I can't tell." Su Mo bowed respectfully towards the stone tablet, and then said: "The old heavenly master has great hopes for you, and you will become a fairy in the era of the end of the Dharma."

"Although becoming an immortal in the Dao of Qi is the immortal of all things, and can never leave this world, this world is very special. It is the homeland of immortals and gods. It will almost never be destroyed. Naturally, you will be able to live forever with it. Not dead."

"I don't even have much confidence in myself." Zhang Wei smiled wryly, shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Su, you don't need to comfort me. In fact, Dazhengs and my master both understand it in their hearts."

"It's not me who really has the hope of becoming a fairy in the future."

"It's the reincarnation of that King Chujiang!"

Su Mo pondered a little: "Actually, I think you are more suitable to become an immortal than him."

"It's not a question of whether it's suitable or not." Zhang Wei looked at the clear sky in the distance and sighed, "The gates of all wonders are mysterious and mysterious, all of them are destiny."

Chapter 789

Regarding the death of the old heavenly master, although the disciples of Longhu were sad, they did not show too much emotion. After the burial, everything went on as usual.

This may be the difference between Xuanmen and the mortal world.

After decades of practice, he has already become indifferent to matters of life and death.

In fact, Su Mo often feels that those old Taoist priests in the outer sect who have no cultivation level are more in line with the image of old gods in the eyes of mortals.

A true immortal is too far away and too indifferent for mortals.

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The sound of extravagance filled the restaurant, and the air was filled with the smell of wine and meat.

A man in a green robe with an inverted triangle face laughed while holding a wine glass, looking at the writhing woman on the dance floor with blurred eyes.

"Tiger." He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said with emotion: "I really envy you."

"Our group stays on the other side of the ocean and misses our homeland day and night, but the two of you brothers can enjoy yourself in this ghost city, singing and dancing day and night, making others envious!"

Sitting next to him was a brawny shirtless man, who was clearly Lu Shanjun Lu Kun.

"Why does Qingliu-jun envy me? Who doesn't know that you are the closed disciple of Immortal Swallowing the Moon, and you can be said to be above ten thousand people in the monster clan. In the future, many seniors will return to the Central Plains. We brothers will still rely on Qingliu-jun a lot It is."

Lu Kun's words obviously made Qing Liu very useful, and his face was full of complacency.

The banquet lasted for a long time, and finally Qingliu returned to the room with dozens of dancers.

Not long after it left, all the monsters and evil cultivators in the room stopped.

Their faces are dull, and their torsos are full of stiffness.

The moonlight came in through the window and fell on everyone's skin, but what was printed was white paper!

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"It's coming." Su Mo sensed the message from the paper figurine, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Think that if the real person is not here, you can roam around in the Central Plains?"

"It's just right, taking advantage of the war-torn era, to solve all the scourges of demons and leave a cleaner world for the mortals of the future generations."

The ones coming now are obviously the pioneers.

Those old guys have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and were frightened by Daoist Guangli, so naturally they dare not set foot on their homeland easily.

Only when all Dazhengs are sure to leave and all the fairy gates in the world are closed, they may dare to try to sneak over here.

After writing down this information, Su Mo was not in a hurry to take care of it.

The ghost market made of paper figurines will be left there for the time being. At present, there are only a group of small fish and shrimps here, and it is not worth selling. It is better to keep them to collect information.

The white horse galloped, and soon entered a village.

There is a Taoist temple in the village, and there is a young Taoist priest in it. It is said that he has strong magic power, knows medicine and Taoism, and can help people eliminate disasters and diseases.

And kind-hearted, if you have money, you can give some, if you don't have money, you can just say thank you verbally.

When Su Mo arrived, the young Taoist priest happened to be helping an old man to diagnose his pulse and then grab the medicine.

After seeing the old man off, he stood up, stretched himself, and was about to go to the chair next to him to rest and drink tea.

But when he turned around, he froze.

"Su Zhenchuan?"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but my mentality has improved a lot." Su Mo smiled at him while holding a teacup.

This little Taoist is exactly He Qixiu.

"Thanks to Zhenchuan for saving my life, otherwise I would have suffered from the Blood Soul Curse, and my soul would be gone." He Qixiu moved a chair and sat next to Su Mo.

"To be honest, you surprised me."

What Su Mo meant by this was naturally referring to the Taoist temple in this small mountain village.

Generally speaking, young people who possess spells and are not bound by the sect of their master will choose to go to the mortal world to indulge in feasting and feasting.

And this kid is not even eighteen years old this year, but he has the mentality of living like an old man, and he stayed in this village with peace of mind.

He Qixiu also poured himself a cup of tea, shook his head and said, "I've been with that old guy for the past few years, and I'm used to seeing all kinds of things in the world."

"Besides, I have been dependent on my mother since I was a child. The people in this village have helped our family a lot. Now that I have some ability, I want to do something for the villagers to make my heart feel at ease."

"My mother's spirit in the sky should also want me to do this."

After He Qixiu was lifted from the Blood Soul Curse that day, he managed to get some money, and then hurried back to his hometown to see his mother.

However, there was only a lonely grave waiting for him, and the people in the village helped to bury him.

"How long do you plan to go out?" Su Mo asked softly.

"Two years." He Qixiu thought for a while, and replied, "After two more years, I will leave and try my luck at Tianxia Xianmen."

He actually wanted to talk about Maoshan, but now that he knew that Su Mo was the true biography of Maoshan, he was worried that the other party had misunderstood something, so he changed it to a general fairy gate.

"late."

Su Mo shook his head: "For half a year at most, all the immortal gates in the world will be closed except for Longhu Mountain."

"Elder, the teachers will also leave."

"Leave?" He Qixiu was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Leave this world." Su Mo responded.

He Qixiu didn't understand these things in Taoism, so although he was shocked, he didn't know where to ask for a while.

"I'm looking for you this time, in fact, I want you to do something, which can be regarded as giving you a chance. Of course, whether you want it or not is up to you."

"Please tell me the truth!" He Qixiu didn't hesitate at all: "My life was saved by the truth, so how could I refuse?"

Su Mo nodded slightly.

A jade slip was placed on the table: "This is a Qi Dao spell, which was created by my master Master Zixiao, and it is comparable to the Eight Miraculous Skills created by several other real people."

"It's called Wanxiang Tianxin. After it is cultivated, anyone in the world can perform the Qi Dao technique in front of you once, and you can copy it perfectly and use it for yourself."

"This is your chance."

"Wanxiang Tianxin? Can copy other people's spells?" He Qixiu's hand trembling when he picked up the jade slip, he deeply understood what kind of powerful spell this is.

"What about my mission?" He carefully put the jade slip into his arms, which meant he had agreed.

"After you leave the mountain village, go to the world of mortals and create your own power, whether it's a sect, a consortium, or a family, as long as you can have a certain influence in the mortal world."

Su Mo looked at him and said softly, "Then you have to keep an eye on a sect that will appear in the future, and a person who will appear in the future."

"The sect is called Quanxing, and that person...is called Zhang Chulan."

"Quan Xing, Zhang Chulan?" He Qixiu muttered the two names, nodding his head heavily: "I wrote it down!"

"Do you know the difference between alchemy and qi?" Su Mo asked suddenly.

"Understood." He Qixiu quickly responded: "In the past two years, I have also been in constant contact with Taoism."

"Cultivation in the world is originally divided into two paths, one is the alchemy way, and the other is the outsider way."

"It's just that in today's dharma-ending era, the way of alchemy can no longer be followed, and it is difficult for outsiders to achieve it, so Longhushan created a way that can be practiced in the age of dharma-ending. This is the way of Qi."

"Yeah." Su Mo nodded, and said: "This Wanxiang Tianxin can only copy Qi Dao spells, so it needs to be kept in mind."

"Don't dare to forget!" He Qixiu responded with cupped hands.

Su Mo stood up from the chair, walked to the door with his hands behind his back, looked at the clear sky outside and said softly, "I have a hunch that I'm not far from the real person."

"Earth Immortals become real people, although they don't need to cross the catastrophe, they need to retreat."

"I don't know how long this retreat will be. It may be a few days, it may be months, or it may even be tens or hundreds of years."

"Always leave someone behind."

He Qixiu is a kid with great talent. If he hadn't been taken in by evil cultivators since he was a child and went astray, he could even practice alchemy with his talent.

Therefore, with this Vientiane Heavenly Heart, after a hundred years, his cultivation base is estimated to be about the same as that of Zhang Wei. This is a chess piece that can stir up the world's Taoism, and it was also set by Su Mo just in case.

"Cultivate well, don't let me down."

"I will not dare to slack off, I will practice hard day and night, thank you for the truth!" He Qixiu bowed to Su Mo's back.

When he straightened up, he found that the other party had disappeared, and he was the only one left in the Taoist temple.

.........

Mount Qingcheng, Jianfu Palace.

Master Qingyun, who was dressed in Taoist robes, was sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a calm face and no expression on his face.

A middle-aged man was kneeling behind him.

The quiet atmosphere did not last long.

The middle-aged man couldn't hold back after all, and said, "Teacher! What's going on?"

Master Qingyun shook his head, and said softly: "The destiny is in Wudang, everything is a definite number."

"Wudang..." The middle-aged man's expression was complicated: "The Qimen after Fenghou is a technique that reaches heaven created by you, how can you let the younger generation of Wudang win it in the future?"

"Teacher, as a Dazheng, you have the power to defy fate and chaos, so can't you interfere with the future?"

"You still don't understand."

Master Qingyun didn't even open his eyes: "Take a hair and move your whole body, everything is fate, it can't be changed, and it can't be changed."

".¨But..." The middle-aged man wanted to say something else.

Master Qingyun said: "Go down, it is the business to manage the sect well."

Although the middle-aged man was unwilling, he didn't dare to say any more, he could only cup his hands and say in a muffled voice, "Yes!"

Then he slowly exited the hall and walked away.

Daoist Qingyun also opened his eyes at this moment, with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "Oh!"

"In the game of chess in the end of the Dharma Era, Qingcheng Mountain is still not easy to make a move after all, that's all...Fate is destined, you can't force it, if you want to fight, go for it."

"There should be such a doom."

The middle-aged man walked out of the hall all the way.

"Master, what's the matter?" A little Taoist came over.

The middle-aged man looked gloomy, shook his head and said: "The master teacher is unwilling to make a move, and I dare not persuade him."

"Ah? Then what should I do?" The little Taoist stared wide-eyed: "My Qingcheng Mountain is one of the fairy sects in the world, but in the end, I can't even keep the spells left by the real master. Isn't this a joke in the world?"

The middle-aged man was struggling, and his fingers kept tapping on the railing.

After a long time, he suddenly glanced at the direction of Jianfu Palace, and lowered his voice: "Get ready, you go down the mountain."

"Go and meet that Rootless!"

"My treasure of Mount Qingcheng cannot fall into the hands of others!"

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