Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

He doesn't eat or drink, and he hasn't cultivated, just quietly looking at the surrounding green hills, countless palaces, and every plant and tree on Maoshan Mountain.

Childhood memories flooded my mind.

When he was young, he was ordered by Master Zixiao not to go down the mountain, but he didn't say that he couldn't get out of the inner door.

Therefore, this lively outer gate was the source of his childhood happiness.

Another three days passed.

Finally, Su Mo let out a long breath, and said towards a certain hall: "Sun Supervisor."

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Sun Qingfeng, who was reciting Taoist scriptures, suddenly opened his eyes, walked out of the hall quickly, and came to Su Mo not long after.

He cupped his hands and bowed: "What is the order of Master 12?"

"it's time."

Su Mo stood up and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on the Taoist robe: "From today, Maoshan will be temporarily handed over to you. I hope that after a hundred years, I can still see the pavilions here."

Sun Qingfeng didn't say a word, but bowed to Su Mo to the end.

Su Mo glanced at him, and popped out a burst of real qi, which could save the old prisoner from all diseases. Then he walked slowly down the hill, walked into the back hall, and began to give to the patriarchs enshrined in the hall. Tablets, incense one by one.

And Sun Qingfeng also quickly walked into the main halls and notified each one.

The mountain gate of Maoshan was closed and no longer received pilgrims.

The group of old Taoist priests also put down what they were doing and went back to their rooms to prepare for something.

When Su Mo reopened the door of the back hall, the only remaining 50 old Taoist priests in Maoshan stood in two rows.

These old Taoist priests were all wearing their most expensive Taoist robes, Taoist crowns, and jade kui in their hands.

Every time Su Mo walked past two people, those two people would salute his back and bow their waists, reciting in their mouths: "Respectfully send off the head teacher!"

Just like that, Su Mo walked towards the distant green hill step by step amidst the "respectful send-off of the teacher", and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

When we say goodbye, I am afraid that the world has changed, and the new generations have replaced the old ones.

In the depths of the green hill, a stone palace has already been opened up by Su Mo.

He sat cross-legged in the stone hall, recalling everything he had experienced in the past 20 years, and gradually closed his eyes.

But there was endless purple light rising from behind him, almost breaking through the green hills and reaching Jiuxiao.

It's just that on the ground, a large number of runes flickered, intercepting the purple light.

One road after another spread out in his heart, each of which was intercepted and left for him by Dazheng.

And in the middle of these avenues, there is a shining purple avenue that reaches the sky, and other avenues surround it like stars and moons.

This is Su Mo's Dao, the Way of the Six Imperial Immortals, and the Way of the Emperor of Heaven!

Only by refining the emptiness and joining the Tao can one become a great real person.

To be in harmony with one's own way is one's own way!

.........

The cold comes and the summer goes, spring goes and autumn harvests, and there is another year of heavy snow.

On Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Wei was wearing a Taoist robe and was giving a lecture to a group of young disciples.

The unreliable kid who used to be is now much more stable and looks quite majestic.

A fine beard has also grown from the corner of his mouth, and his originally innocent and lively eyes now reveal a bit of the aura of a long-standing high-ranking head.

"Headmaster!"

An old Taoist priest saluted outside the door.

Zhang Wei nodded, and said to the group of young disciples: "Let's come here today. Practicing in the Dao of Qi requires diligence. My cultivation in Longhu Mountain is not only about strength, but also about Dao."

"So while practicing, one must also read the Taoist scriptures and understand the meaning of the scriptures."

The disciples quickly saluted, and then left one by one.

Soon, the hall became empty.

The old Taoist priest also walked up to him, and said softly, "The guys from Quan Xing are messing up again. This year, three medium-sized sects have been wiped out because of them!"

"Now all the sects in the world are united, intending to do justice for the heavens and wipe out that boy monster!"

"them......"

Having said that, the old Taoist hesitated.

Zhang Wei glanced at him: "Continue."

The old Taoist sighed: "They said that Maoshan, the dragon and tiger, is the leader of the fairy gates in the world. Now the Chenyuan master of Maoshan has not appeared in retreat for ten years, and all the monks of Maoshan have disappeared from the world and disappeared."

"So now the Xuanmen should be led by the dragon and the tiger."

"Since Longhushan is the leader of the Taoist sect, he should stand up, preside over the overall situation, and lead the group of them to destroy the all-sex monsters."

"Besides... besides..."

The old Taoist hesitated a few words, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "They also said, besides, among the 36 thieves of all sexes, there are also us dragons and tigers!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wei finally frowned deeply.

Back then, Su Mo sent the remnant soul of Chujiang King into the dragon and tiger, and the previous generation of old heavenly masters decided to let the remnant soul of Chujiang King be reincarnated as Zhang Huaiyi's future grandson, named Zhang Chulan.

In order to deceive others, the old heavenly master arranged for Zhang Huaiyi to go down the mountain, erased his name from Longhu, and changed his name to Zhang Xilin.

As a result... Zhang Huaiyi actually joined Quanxing and became one of the 36 people who swore!

So the real name and sect were all exposed.

Zhang Wei is still not sure at the moment, how much Zhang Huaiyi has exposed, and whether the matter of the remnant soul of King Chujiang has also been exposed...

"Teacher, let's..."

Zhang Wei waved his hand, pondered for a while, and finally said: "Just tell them...the Central Plains is in chaos today, countless alien monks are invading, and everyone in Longhu Mountain is desperately resisting the alien monks. , cannot offer any help."

Of course, he knew the thoughts of those people clearly.

It is nothing more than wanting to let Longhu be cannon fodder so as to preserve their own strength.

"As for Zhang Huaiyi..." Zhang Wei said softly, "Arrange Senior Brother Tian to go down the mountain. I can't leave the mountain gate easily now. Senior Brother Tian's cultivation is only half a step behind me."

"Let him bring Huaiyi back to Longhu. I want to ask myself why he betrayed Master! Betrayed me, Longhushan!"

"Yes." The old Taoist nodded and turned to leave.

Zhang Wei walked slowly to the entrance of the main hall, looking at the white snow outside, the young man wearing Taoist robes and riding a white horse with a handsome face like an exiled fairy suddenly appeared in his mind.

His face was always filled with self-confidence and a bit of publicity, as if all the monsters and ghosts in this world were ants in his eyes, but they could be wiped out with a single palm.

"Alas...Senior Brother Su, it would be great if you were still here."

Chapter 809

The war in the Central Plains intensified.

There is no more paradise, and even Renjia Town has been involved in the flames of war.

Countless townspeople were displaced, and of course many young and middle-aged people joined the army to defend their homes and the country.

It's just that many old people often think of the young Taoist priest who was wearing Taoist robes and always had a warm smile on his face.

It is precisely because of his protection that the Ren family did not decline, thus recruiting soldiers and horses, ensuring that this place became a safe paradise in the era of warlords.

But now, Master Ren has passed away, and a young man surnamed Ao is in charge of the Ren family business.

Uncle Nine also died a few years ago, and the three disciples buried him in the back hill of Renjia Town, dressed in hemp and mourning.

Taoist Master Qianhe left Renjia Town in the year when Uncle Jiu died, and traveled around in Taoist robes, carrying a wooden sword on his back, while Wen Hai inherited Uncle Jiu's mantle and reluctantly protected Renjia Town.

But in fact, there is no need for his protection.

The aura of heaven and earth has been completely cut off now, the underworld is closed, and there are almost no ghosts in the world.

The only thing that people miss is that Daoist Su back then.

If he was still there... Maybe Ren Jiazhen would not be so scattered.

At the same time, a large number of disciples from the sect's outer sect all began to join the army.

As for those who practice, although they will not participate in the struggle between mortals, they have never been idle.

Instead, they all went to the frontier to resist the monks of other races.

It was not only the armies of other countries that invaded the Central Plains, but also many evil spirits such as vampires and werewolves.

There are also crusaders from the Holy See and a large number of priests who want to spread sects and compete for faith in this vast land.

The fairy gate is closed, the mysterious world is withered, and all the great masters have left. Today's Central Plains has become a piece of fat in the eyes of countless people.

And even if those Xuanmen are resisting, they can't do their best.

Because they have to keep a group of relatively powerful monks to guard against that boy who is full of sex.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed.

Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Zhang Wei pushed open a wooden door, and there was a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe sitting in the room. His sleeves and trousers were empty, and they swayed slightly in the breeze. Obviously, he lost both hands and feet.

A pair of pupils were wide open, the whites of which were covered with bloodshot eyes, as if they hadn't rested for a long time.

"I shouldn't have arranged for you to go down the mountain alone back then." Zhang Wei's eyes flashed guilt.

Tian Jinzhong shook his head with a smile: "Ten years have passed, and we are both in our 40s. We have seen too much and lost too much. There is nothing wrong with it, only whether it is worth it or not."

"I think it's worth it! So don't feel guilty, this matter is not your fault, and it's my own voluntary."

"It's just that he is not good at learning, coupled with his own insensitivity, that made people look like this."

Zhang Wei sighed and didn't speak any more, but pushed the wheelchair out of the house and came to the courtyard.

The morning sun is in the sky and the breeze is gentle, which is a beautiful scenery.

But they both had different expressions on their faces.

After a long time, Zhang Wei finally said: "The battle on the front line is getting tighter and tighter, and many sects are about to die in battle."

"But those monks from other races, like sharks smelling blood, rushed to the Central Plains regardless of the cost, no matter how many people died."

"I should have expected this day long ago." Tian Jinzhong sighed softly: "The Central Plains used to be respected by the world, the master of Taoism."

"How many immortal sects are seated in it, countless great masters overwhelm the world, and there are even heavenly immortals watching from outside the territory, so those monks of foreign races can only bow their heads and profess their ministers, and dare not have the slightest dissent."

"Now that the mysterious world is withered and there is no deterrence, they naturally want to occupy this place, this land that gave birth to countless immortals in ancient times."

Having said that, Tian Jinzhong turned his head and asked, "Where is Quan Xing?"

"Can't find it."

Zhang Wei said helplessly: "I don't know what method they used. All of our sects joined forces and almost searched the land of the Central Plains, but we couldn't find any clues."

"Nowadays, we can only defend passively, and we can't take the initiative to attack at all. Therefore, even if many Xuanmen are resisting foreign enemies, they can't go all out, but they have to leave some strength to guard their own sects."

"This group of evil beasts!" Tian Jinzhong's face was full of anger: "The enemy is in front of him, and he wants to disturb the wind and rain. Aren't you afraid of being stabbed in the back by the descendants!"

"It would be great if Senior Brother Su was here." Zhang Wei shook his head: "I have been in seclusion for more than 20 years, and I don't know when Senior Brother Su will be able to leave the customs."

Mentioning this, Tian Jinzhong also had a complex expression on his face.

After a long time, a sigh resounded in the courtyard: "The Great Master...the Great Master of the Dharma-ending Era..."

.........

In the valley, countless young corpses lay on the cold ground.

Their bodies are shriveled, their eyes are full of anger, and they are not willing to be afraid.

In mid-air, there were two blond men standing.

One of them was wearing a black windbreaker, his eyes were blood red, his two fangs protruded from the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of enjoyment: ".¨As expected of the ancient fairyland."

"Even the blood of mortals here is much sweeter than other mortals in the world!"