Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Su Mo, who was wearing a Taoist robe, was walking on the street like this, and suddenly he felt a little at a loss.

It stands to reason that he traveled through the past from modern society, and he should be familiar with everything in the technological world.

But when he really lived from the Republic of China to the present, after more than 100 years of washing, he found that it was not what he imagined.

Under the night sky, countless illusory threads rise from everywhere, connecting to the deepest part of the sky.

Su Mo's eyes skipped over those lines one by one, and finally chose one of them.

The hospital was still very busy late at night, with people coming and going in the corridors.

Outside a ward.

"Let's prepare for the funeral." The doctor took off his mask and sighed: "We have tried our best."

"The tumor in the old man's stomach has shown signs of spreading, and he is more than 100 years old this year. He cannot be operated on at all. Now he can only use drugs to temporarily control it."

"But the time of control is not long, I am afraid it will be less than a month at most."

"Say something you shouldn't have said."

The doctor hesitated a little, and then said: "I have been a doctor for more than 20 years, and I have seen many people with long lives, but I have never seen anyone with such a long life like your old man."

"The old birthday star who is more than 100 years old... If there is no tumor, I am afraid that I can live to be 40 years old. It is a pity."

There was a large circle of people standing outside the door, both men and women, all descendants of old people, old antiques over 100 years old, other people's family lived in the same family for four generations, and their family lived for the sixth generation!

The doctor left after speaking.

A large group of descendants discussed for a while, and finally a few people pushed open the door of the ward, intending to go in and comfort the old man first.

However, after pushing the door open, everyone was stunned for a moment.

In front of the hospital bed, at some point, there was a young man in Taoist robes.

"Hey, who are you? How did you get in here?"

An old man in his 60s immediately became anxious. He is the great-grandson of the old man.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the old man, who was already dying, actually took off his oxygen mask, and shouted at the door: "Everyone...get out!"

The old man's voice was a bit moderate. Although he was not as good as a healthy old man, he was much more energetic than the old man who was about to decay.

The people who saw the door were still in place.

The old man raised his eyebrows upright, and his face was filled with anger: "Didn't you hear that? Everyone...get out!"

"Everyone is waiting outside the door, no one is allowed to come in!"

The old man's prestige is still very high.

Although the people outside the door couldn't see Su Mo's face clearly and stared suspiciously at the figure in Taoist robe, they finally retreated silently and closed the door.

Seeing the door close.

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Only then did the old man cast his eyes on the Taoist priest standing beside his hospital bed: "I...I have seen you!"

"Back then, you were the Taoist priest who came to look for He Bo... It has been more than 100 years, and I still remember that day clearly. I remember that you sat with He Bo and ate that piece of watermelon!"

"Are you the only one left alive in that mountain village back then?" Su Mo said softly.

"Correct."

The old man nodded: "I was just an eight-year-old child, and I followed my father to the mountains to collect herbs. When I returned to the village, I happened to see you and He Bo sitting on the wicker chair."

"He Bo personally picked a watermelon for you."

He Bo is one of the four monsters and earth immortals on the other side of the ocean.

The toad spirit and the ape spirit were suppressed by Su Mo in Fengdu City. After more than a hundred years, they had already been transformed into pure spirit and replenished into the ghost city.

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Ao Li followed Su Mo's instructions and hid in the world of mortals. Su Mo has not yet looked for him.

Only He Bo, who lived in seclusion in the mountains, was let go by Su Mo.

"More than 100 years...you are really a fairy!"

The old man looked at Su Mo with emotion, excitement, and a bit of complexity.

When we met for the first time, I was just a child of seven or eight years old, ignorant of the world, and only dared to go up the mountain and walk at night while holding my father's big hand.

The other party was a young Taoist priest in his early twenties, rich and handsome, sitting with the most famous old man in the village, talking and laughing happily, eating melons and tea.

When we meet again now, I am already an octogenarian with a house full of children and grandchildren, lying on a hospital bed, waiting for death to come.

The other party was still in his early twenties, like a banished fairy walking out of a painting.

The years have not left the slightest trace on his face.

"Where's He Bo?"

"Dead." The old man sighed slightly: "He Bo died less than ten years after you left. I helped dig the grave and buried it behind his log cabin."

Sure enough, he died.

Although it did not exceed his expectations, Su Mo still sighed after hearing the words: "Do you still remember the location of his tomb? I want to go and see."

Before He Bo died, he deliberately dissipated his mana to nourish the nearby mountains and rivers.

Therefore, his bones and breath had long since dissipated, and Su Mo's thread of mortal world could not connect to him.talent.

Chapter 817

This place is already considered the outskirts of the county seat, and few people would come here even in broad daylight.

Under the moonlight, a lonely tomb stands, but it is covered with weeds, which is half the height of a person's waist.

The wooden sign has long since decayed, and the grave has become somewhat flat due to the baptism of the years.

"If you are buried here, you will return to your roots."

Su Mo sighed softly, all the surrounding vegetation was removed, and a stone slowly grew out of the grave like a seed sprouting.

The word Hebo is engraved on the stone, as well as the time of his death, and a photo is attached.

He Bo in the photo is exactly what Su Mo remembered, with white hair and a kind face.

Unlike other monsters, He Bo has no descendants, so naturally no one worships them.

Moreover, his skin, flesh and soul are all gone, so he doesn't need to be worshiped by anyone.

Su Mo casually summoned three sticks of sandalwood, stuck them in front of the stele, and then turned and left.

Just this evening.

Su Mo traveled almost all over the country to offer sacrifices to those old acquaintances.

There are the graves of Uncle Jiu, Simu, Qianhe, and even Qiusheng and Wencai.

Of course, there is also Master Ren.

It's just that under the management of Ao Li's descendants, the Ren family has continued until today, and has become one of the top financial groups in the Central Plains, the Ren's Group.

It's just that the chairman of Ren's Group has always claimed to be the vice chairman, saying that he is actually just a part-time worker, and the real owner has not come back yet.

This involuntarily caused the outside world to start all kinds of suspicions, speculating on who the real owner of the behemoth Ren's Group is.

Therefore, Master Ren's tomb was taken care of very neatly.

I have to say that Ao Li's work is very comfortable.

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In the early morning, when the sun first shone, countless disciples wearing Taoist robes began to stretch their bodies facing the rising sun on Longhu Mountain, stepping on Bagua steps, and piercing the breeze with long swords in their hands, making a clear howling sound.

"It's full of vigor."

An old man in a wheelchair said with emotion.

"Who says it's not?" Zhang Wei, who was wearing a loose white robe, stood beside him, with his white beard fluttering in the wind, and said with some relief: "Although I have experienced many hardships and hardships, I have survived in the end."

"Now I, Longhushan, am still the top sect of Xuanmen, and I have finally lived up to Master's expectations."

More than 100 years have passed, the ignorant boy at the time is now a hundred-year-old old man, sitting in Longhu Mountain, deterring Xiaoxiao.

People in the Taoist sect all over the world, if they see it, they should respectfully call it "Old Heavenly Master."

"It's just that the outer door couldn't be kept." The old man in the wheelchair looked a little overwhelmed: "The guys from the Tourism Bureau really can be found everywhere."

"If the master is alive, knowing that half of our sect is open, let those mortals visit freely, take pictures, and even take photos with younger disciples. I don't know if they will be blown and stared in anger."

"Khan, there is no way to do this. The times are developing, and we can't stick to the rules. We have to keep pace with the times." Zhang Wei smiled helplessly: "Besides, this is also a good thing."

"Now that the aura is exhausted, there are far fewer people worshiping Taoism in the world. Ordinary people are busy working to make money, so how can they still think about cultivating Taoism?"

"Longhushan is such a big place, naturally there are a lot of vacancies. Letting the outer door out can also increase part of the income. Why not do it."

No one in Longhu Mountain ascended before the end of Dharma, so the inner sect naturally stayed behind.

It's just that with the end of the world, the barrier of the inner door disappeared, and it was revealed.

Now, there is no difference between inner and outer sects in terms of cultivation effect.

"Let's go and have breakfast."

Zhang Wei pushed the old man's wheelchair and planned to turn around and go down.

However, when he turned around, he found a handsome young man in Taoist robes standing behind him at some point.

Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, and Tian Jinzhong in the wheelchair also stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

"I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, but you forgot me?" Su Mo smiled.

"Brother Su!"

Finally, Zhang Wei raised his hands and saluted respectfully, his voice trembling.

If there are disciples from Longhushan here, I'm afraid they will be shocked out of their wits.

The No. 1 Taoist in the world, known as the old celestial master of dragon and tiger, is actually performing the junior ceremony at this moment!

"Teacher Chen Yuan 0..." Tian Jinzhong stared at Su Mo with all his hands and feet crippled, "Should I call him now... Great Daoist Chen Yuan?"

"Yes." Su Mo nodded slightly.

The two of them froze again for a long time.

Big man!

Even though the prediction had already been made, when a real person stood in front of him, the shock was incomparable.

Today...but the Dharma-ending era!

"Dragon and tiger are prosperous." Su Mo ignored the stunned two people, went straight to where Zhang Wei was standing before, looked at the group of energetic young disciples below, and said with emotion: "It's Mao Shan who replaces the old with a new generation. It's gone."

All the inner sects of Maoshan were taken away by Master Zixiao.

There are only a group of heretic monks left, and a very small number of people who have switched to Qi Dao.

There is no person who can carry the tripod itself, and Su Mo has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and now there are only a group of ordinary Qi Dao monks left, who can barely rank in the upper middle of the Xuanmen.

"Senior Brother Su, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Wei had recovered from the shock at this moment, walked to Su Mo's side and smiled wryly, "Now you have become a great master, as long as you want, Mao Shan can immediately become the leader of Taoism, the number one in the righteous way."

In his eyes, Su Mo was like a mortal, unable to see the slightest fluctuation of mana.

But Zhang Wei knew in his heart that it was precisely because of this that the gap between himself and the other party was proved, like heaven and earth, unattainable.

"Does Senior Brother Su know Quanxing?" After pondering for a long time, Zhang Wei still asked softly.

"know."

Su Mo didn't hide it: "When I first left the customs, I wanted to kill that rootless student, but who knew he would escape."

"Escaped?" Zhang Wei's eyes widened in disbelief.

He used to be the True Inheritance of Dragon and Tiger, and he has come into contact with many great masters, so he naturally knows the horror of great masters.

If he really wanted to kill, even the peak Earth Immortal could not escape death.