Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

On the contrary, a small incident happened in Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Lingyu secretly let Xia He go.

When Zhang Lingyu went down the mountain, he ran into Xia He who was all-natured, and an unknown past happened between the two.

Zhang Lingyu's boy body was also broken at that time, so he could no longer practice Yang Wulei, and could not pass on the true five thunders.

He can only use his own kidney water to practice Yin Wulei, but because he is not a person with a dark mind, Yin Wulei cannot practice to great success.

Therefore, when he first met Zhang Chulan, his attitude was very bad.

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It's not that I hate Zhang Chulan, but that I'm jealous.

Although he later adjusted his mentality and sincerely apologized to Zhang Chulan, Xia He still held a special place in his heart.

Knowing this, the old master was naturally furious.

But in the face of his only disciple now, Zhang Wei was still soft-hearted after all, and never punished him too much, but ordered him to be locked up.

In this way, the peaceful days passed for more than half a month.

Those monster races outside the customs were all arranged by Su Mo in the Ren's group after they came to the Central Plains.

This also led to the spread of Ao Li's reputation outside the customs.

No one would have imagined that in this Dharma-ending era where spiritual energy is exhausted, there is actually a great monster at the peak of the fairyland still in the world!

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Moreover, among the descendants of this big monster, there are more than a dozen transformed crocodile monsters.

Not to mention the dozens of crocodile demons who are comparable to refined gas, and a large number of ferocious crocodiles that have never opened their minds.

This is a force capable of overturning the entire mortal world, but no one in the alien world has ever heard of their names.

The sun was rising, and it was another morning.

At the outer gate of Maoshan, there are already countless tourists taking pictures of the team, visiting various classics, holding cameras or mobile phones, taking pictures of the scenery, group photos, and posting to Moments.

It's just that, among this group of well-dressed tourists, a different kind has mixed in today.

This is an old man who looks to be eight or ninety years old.

Her hair was almost gone, and her old face was wrinkled like a dead tree.

Vicissitudes and turbidity appeared in the half-opened and half-closed eyes, as well as a bit of despair and numbness.

He was wearing tattered clothes, his original color could not be seen for a long time, and he held a wooden stick in his hand, emitting an unpleasant smell, and all the tourists around stayed far away.

Maoshan is looming in the morning mist, revealing a bit of fairyland.

The old man laughed, showing a mouthful of neat teeth: "More than 100 years."

"I finally stepped into the Holy Land of Xianmen again."

"Master Chen Yuan...you don't need to look for it, you have no roots...I came to see you on my own initiative."

Chapter 852

Wugensheng at the moment looks like a sloppy old beggar.

Many tourists hurried past him clutching their noses, and some even called for the disciple of Maoshan who was in charge of the outer order to expel him.

It's just that the little disciple in Taoist robe didn't listen to the tourists. Instead, he walked over and made a respectful salute: "Senior, you have no roots?"

"Exactly." The old man nodded slightly: "The Daesang asked you to come here to meet me?"

The little disciple pointed in the direction of the back mountain and said: "The head teacher said that there will be a slovenly guest coming at noon today, and ordered the junior to wait again."

"Sure enough, it's not worse than what the head teacher calculated."

"The teacher is waiting for you in the back mountain, I will take you there now."

After finishing speaking, he apologized to the tourists around him, motioned Wu Gensheng to follow behind him, and walked on a path leading directly to the back mountain.

"Rootless?"

Naturally, it is impossible for all of them to be pure tourists.

Ever since Su Mo showed up to preach that day, the Secret Service has placed Maoshan as the top priority, and every day there will be people from the Secret Service and people who know everything, lingering outside the gate of Maoshan.

Sometimes it also helps to maintain the order of tourists.

Of course, they absolutely dare not step into the back mountain.

Not to mention the head teacher who is likely to be comparable to gods and demons, just the two willow spirits that Su Mo casually enlightened that day already made them feel a strong oppressive force.

There is no hope of any rivalry at all.

A member of the Secret Service took out the walkie-talkie: "All attention!"

"There is an old man who seems to be the head of the whole family, Wu Gensheng, who entered the back mountain of Maoshan. I repeat, it seems that Wu Gensheng appeared and went to the direction of the back mountain!"

"Leave half of the people here to continue to garrison here, and the rest immediately return to the game and report to the captain!"

The path was rough, but it was nothing to two people walking.

Walking all the way to the bottom of a small mountain, the little Taoist priest bowed his waist and said, "The head teacher is waiting for you at the top of the mountain. Seniors do their own thing, and the trail has to go to the outer gate to maintain the order of tourists, so I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Wu Gensheng raised his head, looked at the low hill in front of him, felt the rich spiritual energy in the air, and smiled sassfully: "Hey...you are indeed a real person."

"Just the aura emanating from unconsciousness has transformed this inner door into a place comparable to the era of alchemy."

"If you stay at the inner gate of Maoshan for a long time, I am afraid that these younger disciples may even step on the alchemy path again!"

"Come up." Just when Wugen was feeling emotional, an ethereal voice floated from afar: "It's not easy to walk such a long way with serious injuries, so I leave you a few cups of tea."

"Thank you, Master." He cupped his fists far away towards the top of the mountain, and said loudly.

Strange to say.

At the beginning, he hid in Tibet like a mouse, just to avoid Su Mo's sight.

Afterwards, he was abandoned by the Paradise of Paradise and became an abandoned child. When he made up his mind not to avoid it, and came to Maoshan on his own initiative, his heart was apprehensive.

The closer you get to Maoshan, the more anxious you become.

Especially standing at the outer door and looking at the inner door, this anxiety has risen to the extreme.

Being led by the little Taoist priest on the way to the inner gate, my heart was filled with unspeakable fear.

But when he really heard Su Mo's voice and knew that he was being observed by Su Mo, all the hesitation and fear in his heart disappeared.

Only an eerie calm remained.

It's like a dying person who reacts flatly to death itself.

Wu Gensheng didn't use the remaining true qi in his body, but walked towards the top of the mountain step by step, leaning on crutches like a mortal old man.

With every step he takes, a trace of his true qi will be released.

The loose hair gradually grew thicker, and the silver hair turned black, and the wrinkled and shriveled skin like old tree bark gradually became plump and full of luster.

His stooped waist was straightening, and his cloudy eyes became brighter. Halfway up the hill, he threw away the crutch.

Finally, there were no more flowers and plants in sight, but a small pavilion appeared.

In the pavilion, a handsome young Taoist priest in his early twenties was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with a low table in front of him.

On the table, the purple sand pot made a beeping sound, and the water vapor rose along the mouth of the pot, and two exquisite jade cups were placed on the edge of the table.

When Wu Gensheng walked into the pavilion and sat cross-legged opposite Su Mo, the last white hair on his head disappeared.

At this moment, the sloppy old man had disappeared, replaced by a handsome young man in his 20s.

The face is like a crown of jade, and a pair of eyes are habitually squinted, turning into two crescent moons, and there is always an expression that seems to be a smile but not a smile.

More than 100 years apart.

These two people still have this young appearance, as if the years have never passed.

"Put it down?" Su Mo pushed the jade cup full of tea to Wu Gensheng.

Rejuvenation is not without cost.

Su Mo could feel that all the energy in the opponent's body, including the true qi, was burning rapidly.

According to this burning speed, within 10 minutes at most, his three souls and seven souls, blood essence and true qi will all be exhausted and turned into fly ash.

Wugensheng was not polite, picked up the jade cup and drank it down: "So what if I don't put it down?"

"The Paradise of Ultimate Bliss has already regarded me as an abandoned son, and all the righteous people in the world think that I am the biggest shit-stirring stick in the Taoist sect. I don't know how many monks want to kill me."

"Even more so, you, the only real person in the world, sits in Maoshan and misses me."

"In the sky and the earth, there is no place for me. Instead of hiding like a mouse, I will die in a corner where there is no one, rotting and stinking."

"It's better to come to see you generously and say goodbye."

Su Mo nodded slightly, rubbing the jade cup in his hand: "I have been persistent for more than 100 years, and finally I can see everything away, which is quite free and easy."

"Free and easy..." Wu Gensheng smiled bitterly: "The obsession of more than 100 years, the dream of becoming a fairy, is now all shattered. The price of this free and easy is not small."

"It's just your own fault." Su Mo lowered his eyes, "With your talent, it's not difficult to enter the immortal sect, but your own intentions are not right, and you eventually go astray, and you are destined to end up today."

"Whether it's Heaven, Western Bliss, or even Hell, they are all orthodox lands of immortals and gods. In order to become a fairy dream, you are willing to be a chess piece, or even go on the evil path."

"Even if it succeeds in the future, it is impossible for the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss to want people of evil ways, and the end will be nothing more than killing a donkey."

"In this world, there is no shelter for demons."

Wu Gensheng listened to Su Mo's words, showing a serious expression.

After a long time, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha... It should be so, it should be so!"

"I haven't figured out this truth for more than 100 years. I naively thought that as long as the World Honored One has done what the World Honored One told me, I will be able to ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss and enjoy a long and happy life."

"It seems that it's just my own wishful thinking."

"Perhaps my biggest gain is these few cups of fragrant tea." Wu Gensheng looked at the tea in his hand and said with a smile, "I can let a big real person make tea for me in person."

"It's not a white trip."

On the top of the mountain, white smoke curled up.

Two handsome young men drank across a wooden table.

He didn't talk about the immortal Buddha anymore, but just like two old friends, chatting with each other about the interesting things and anecdotes that he had encountered in these years.

"It's a pity that Luo Tian Dajiao." Wu Gensheng smacked his lips: "I didn't get to see it."

He drained the tea in the cup in one gulp, and put the jade cup back in the middle of the table.

Looking at Su Mo, he smiled and said, "Let's not talk about cultivation status, just in terms of age, maybe I can call you Brother Su."

"Brother Su, I will bid farewell. There will be no future."

He bowed his hands to Su Mo and saluted.

Su Mo sat upright, and returned a salute: "There will be no date."

no respond.

Wu Gensheng on the opposite side still maintained a faint smile on his face, but his body gradually lost its luster in the sun.

Starting from the top of his head, every inch of flesh and blood turned into fly ash, floating in the sky.

But within a few dozen breaths, the rootless body disappeared, leaving only dust flying in the sky, like falling snow...

Su Mo sighed softly, and waved his sleeves. All the fly ash was swept by the strong wind, and finally condensed together, turning into a head-sized ash mass, which was packed in a purple sand pot used to make tea.

Su Mo sighed not because he felt sorry for being rootless, but because he felt sorry for himself.

There is one less person in the same era.

Those who become immortals regard mortals as ants, perhaps this is the reason.

All relatives and friends have passed away, only my appearance remains unchanged, and I sit and watch the dynasties change in the mortal world.

Thousands of years later, the whole world will be strangers, and if there is no concern, naturally there will be no more feelings.