Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Wait." The captain put down the binoculars: "Do a good job of closing the mountain in the past few days, and when the matter is over, let's talk to Taoist Yunsong."

ps: I'm sorry, everyone, I've been working hard on the new book these days, and I'm really exhausted, and I'm out of skills.So there may be interruptions from time to time, please bear with me.Anyway, the author promises that there will be no eunuchs in this book, don't worry, and there are not many chapters left.

In addition, the audio novel of this book has been released. I listened to it today, and it feels very good. You can try it.

As for the new book, it has not been released yet, so don’t worry, I will tell you when the time is right, thank you for your company along the way! .

Chapter 829

Outside the incense hall.

Dozens of disciples were wearing ceremonial robes that only appeared on major festivals, holding Yugui in their arms, and standing in two rows. Although they made eye contact with each other, no one dared to speak out.

The old Taoist priest Yunsong was wearing a robe with complicated patterns, and his face was solemn, but there was a bit of anticipation and excitement.

He took a deep breath, barely calmed down the turbulent waves in his heart, and told the people behind him: "You wait here, don't leave, and don't step into the incense hall."

"It is even more important to prevent outsiders from sneaking in!"

"Understood." All the surrounding disciples nodded.

The old Taoist priest Yun Song tidied up his clothes and slowly stepped into the incense hall.

The outside of the hall was shrouded in light.

And the interior of the hall is even more dazzling.

All the statues and portraits of the ancestors emitted a dim light, illuminating the entire incense hall, as if they were in the legendary fairy palace!

And at the very end of the incense hall, a young man wearing Taoist robes and handsome as a fairy stood tall, with one hand floating in front of him and the other behind his back.

Beside him is the portrait of the last headmaster of Maoshan.

The people in reality and the people in the portrait overlap at this moment.

Yun Song's originally excited mood suddenly calmed down.

He clasped his hands together, raised his sword finger, and rested it on his forehead. He kept his etiquette and walked up to the young man step by step.

Then he bowed down and worshiped.

"Disciple of Maoshan, pay homage to Master Chen Yuan, and welcome Master Chen to return to the ancestral court!"

There was a little choking in his voice.

Yun Song was born in the era of war. He went to Maoshan at the age of ten and became a monk to practice Taoism. Suddenly, 80 years have passed.

He has been in charge of Maoshan Neimen for fifty years.

In the past 50 years, he has been conscientious, walking on thin ice, practicing hard, and wants to make Maoshan rise again and carry forward Maoshan Taoism.

But the reality is cruel.

Back then, the demon who betrayed Maoshan and devoted himself to his whole nature stole most of Maoshan's spell scriptures when he left, so that many spells were lost.

Coupled with the struggle against other places in the war-torn years, almost all the older generation died in battle.

So even if Yun Song didn't dare to slack off for a day, the decline of Maoshan could not be changed at all, and it gradually declined in the Taoism over the years.

Not to mention being the leader of the Taoist sect, he has even fallen to the second-rate sect!

More than once, he thought of a legend he had heard by accident when he was a child.

It is said that the last head teacher of Maoshan, head teacher Chen Yuan, closed the door to the back mountain in the war-torn era, and hit a higher level.

It was a big monk who was close to a fairy.

As long as he leaves the customs, all living beings will be ants!

At that time, the Temple of Incense and Fire will inevitably shine brightly, and Maoshan will return to its peak again.

But as time went by, Yun Song gradually became desperate.

Where did the headmaster of retreat come from? It's just a myth fabricated by those seniors, just to comfort themselves.

Just today, I saw the shining light in the incense hall, and I saw this young man who was exactly like the portrait, like an exile from the nine heavens descending into the world.

Yun Song finally understood that it was not a myth!

Those seniors in Maoshan did not lie to him!

"It's been like a day for nearly a hundred years. I have been conscientious and loyal, and I should be rewarded."

Su Mo looked at the old man who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, weeping hard, nodded slightly, and stretched out a finger to point between his eyebrows.

The warm and moist qi flowed into his body, smiling all the impurities in his body, dredging the blood vessels, strengthening the inner qi, washing the marrow and refining the viscera.

The guard of the Incense Fire Hall stood beside him, looking at his old friend for many years, with joy and blessing in his eyes.

But soon, his eyes widened, and the turbid eyes trembled slightly.

Because, Yunsong's snow-white silver hair gradually returned to black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wrinkles on the face melted, the skin tightened, the age spots disappeared, and the withered blood grew rapidly!

It's only a few breaths before and after.

The original hundred-year-old man with withered blood, hunched figure, and little life left disappeared.

Instead, there is a middle-aged man who is tall and straight, full of vitality, and looks like he is only 30 years old at most!

The aura on his body is more than twice as strong as before, enough to rank among the best in the world, and able to compete with Lu Jin and He Qixiu.

Su Mo helped him sort out his body and true qi, and rejuvenated him. Originally, his life span was only a few years at most, but now it has been increased by more than 100 years out of thin air!

"From today onwards, you will be the elder of Maoshan, managing the affairs of the inner sect."

Since Su Mo's retreat, Maoshan has not established any position like an elder. His whole body is to see who is senior and who has great prestige, and he will lead the people.

Yun Song also forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and saluted respectfully: ". Thank you, Headmaster!"

The elder guard of the Xianghuo Palace looked at his old friend who had returned to youth, with a bit of envy in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

Yun Song has devoted his whole life to Maoshan, which is what he deserves.

"These are all techniques of Qi Dao practice. From now on, they will be my Maoshan, the inheritance of spells in the era of the end of the Dharma. As long as the disciples practice diligently, they will not be weaker than those of any sect."

Su Mo waved his hand lightly, and countless white papers flew around.

These white papers are automatically bound into a book, and black ink emerges from the top, condensing each square font.

Yun Song stretched out his hands tremblingly, gathered these books in front of him, lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Master!"

Su Mo nodded slightly: "In three days' time, call your disciples to listen to my sermon."

"Now, let's go out for now, let me stay with the ancestors for a while."

"Observe the imperial order of the head teacher!" Yun Song and the gatekeeper bowed their hands at the same time, and then exited the incense hall.

As the door closed, Maoshan's (Nuo Zhaohao) closure order was also lifted that night.

It's just that the inner door is more strictly guarded, and no strangers are allowed to approach.

On the contrary, Zhou Shanhong, the captain of the Secret Service this time, was allowed to enter the inner gate with a few people and wait for Daoist Yunsong in the main hall.

After all, so many things have happened here, a report must be written and handed in.

Several hours passed.

Just as Zhou Shanhong kept looking down at his watch, footsteps finally sounded.

A middle-aged man in a robe walked in.

Zhou Shanhong frowned slightly: "This Taoist priest, where is Senior Yun Song? He said he would meet me here."

The middle-aged Taoist saluted: "Captain Zhou, please sit down."

Zhou Shanhong stared at the slightly familiar face in front of her.

After a long time, he suddenly widened his eyes and said in horror, "You...you are Daoist Yunsong!".

Chapter 830

Zhou Shanhong didn't understand what kind of cultivation technique, or elixir, or chance, could make an old man who was over 100 years old and had no life expectancy turn into a man who looked only 30 years old after not seeing him for a long time. middle-aged man.

And it's not just his age that has changed.

As the captain of an action team of the Secret Service, he is naturally a practitioner of Qi Dao, and his cultivation level is not low, otherwise he would not be able to deal with the destruction caused by those evil spirits and heretics.

So he could clearly feel that the aura of Daoist Yunsong was stronger than before.

Even vaguely, there is a feeling of the old master of Longhushan!

Who is the old master?That is the top master known as No.1 in the practice world today!

"Captain Zhou, don't panic, Pindao is indeed Yun Song."

Daoist Yun Song smiled slightly, and sat on the chair: "Please sit down, midnight is silent, the disciples in the sect are all asleep, and no one disturbs them, so the two of us can choose to talk freely."

Even though she was terrified, Zhou Shanhong still took a few deep breaths and sat opposite Yun Song.

"What stands behind me, Daoist Yunsong should be very clear. Our group of people go to various places in the Central Plains in order to maintain the stability of the practice world and protect the lives of ordinary people."

"Captain Zhou has worked hard." Yun Song nodded and offered a cup of fragrant tea himself.

Zhou Shanhong took the teacup, but did not put it down, her eyes were fixed on the other person's face who was a little younger than herself: "So, I hope Taoist Yun Song can tell me that at noon, the incense burner Lord, what happened?"

The light soared into the sky, and countless people saw this scene, so it was naturally impossible to evade it.

As for those who took pictures and recorded videos, they were all found by the peripheral personnel of the special service team, and all records were deleted, and all the videos that had been posted on the website were also deleted.

Yun Song was silent for a while, but finally shook his head and said, "Sorry."

"This matter involves some secrets of my Maoshan, I'm sorry I have nothing to say."

"But Pindao can give Captain Zhou a promise that the changes in the Temple of Incense and Fire will never cause any harm to the mundane world."

"On the contrary, it may be a great thing for the peace of the entire practice world!"

"Is it true that you can't tell me at all?" Zhou Shanhong never gave up and asked.

Yun Song showed some hesitation.

But thinking of what Su Mo said before, he sighed slightly: "My head teacher of Maoshan is back!"

"Pindao can only say so much, please forgive me Captain Zhou."

Hearing this, Zhou Shanhong frowned deeply.

Headmaster Mao Shan?

He understood that the Taoist Master Yunsong in front of him, although he said he has been in charge of Maoshan for nearly a hundred years, has always regarded himself as a big disciple.

In other words, Maoshan has actually had no head teacher for hundreds of years.

Now a headmaster suddenly appeared, causing the same changes in the Temple of Incense Fire... It is really hard not to make people suspicious.

But after decades of getting along, Zhou Shanhong still has a little understanding of the Taoist priest in front of him.

Therefore, I gave up on continuing to ask, but asked instead: "Okay, I hope Maoshan can distinguish between good and evil, and put the world's common people first!"

"Inevitable." Yun Song nodded: "If the common people are in trouble, Mao Shan will go all out and dare not shirk."

This is the difference between Dan Dao and other practitioners.

If it were placed in ancient times, when all immortals in the world were alchemy... mortals?What does it have to do with my practice?

Behind Zhou Shanhong stood a man in uniform, but he didn't speak from the beginning to the end, silently recording something in his notebook.

Yun Song naturally understands all this, and tacitly approves of it.

This is the case with the special service team. Every time there will be a recorder, responsible for recording the content of the conversation in detail, and then make a document and report it to the above.

"Okay, let's talk about the second thing."

Zhou Shanhong took a breath: "Can Taoist Master Yunsong tell you what's going on with your rejuvenation?"

This time, even the recorder behind him raised his head and looked at Yun Song's young face.

Since ancient times, whether they are traffickers or pawns, or emperors and generals, they have special obsessions and fantasies about the word longevity.