Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Ask your heart."

The sound came from the hill and echoed throughout the back hill.

Not long after, Zhou Wenxin, who was wearing Taoist robes, walked into the pavilion: "See the head teacher."

"You send this pot of ashes to Longhu Mountain and hand it over to Zhang Tianshi."

Ashes?

Zhou Wenxin was taken aback, looking at the purple clay pot placed on the table: "Master, this is..."

"The head of the whole sex, the ashes without roots."

Hearing this, Zhou Wen was shocked.

Wugensheng, this name can be said to be a household name in Taoism, and even the nightmare of many sects.

After thinking up to this point, he didn't ask any more questions, took out a piece of cloth, wrapped the purple sand pot, put it on his back, bowed to Su Mo, and then walked out of the mountain.

"Thousands of years are like a dream, and how many people will become immortals... Alas, after all, it is the age of the end of the law."

A few days after Zhou Wenxin left.

The news of Wugensheng's death seemed to have grown wings and flew out from Longhu Mountain to the entire Alien World.

This undoubtedly caused an uproar.

Taoists all over the world have speculated how this legendary figure who has been famous for more than 100 years and has become the nightmare of countless monks died.

But the only thing that can be known is that before he died, he went to Maoshan and met the head teacher of Maoshan.

So all kinds of speculation and rumors continued.

But it is generally accepted that... the headmaster Maoshan with the dao name Chenyuan possesses unimaginable spells.

After all, the fact that Su Mo's chaotic gold watchman fixed the entire time and space of Longhu Mountain that day was witnessed by those strangers who were present, and they praised each other, and finally made it known to everyone.

Wang Ye once had the cheek to ask Su Mo about Fenghou Qimen, but was rejected.

Su Mo promised that those big real people would not take the initiative to study the Eight Wonders.

The chaotic gold watchman is just a spell in Fenghou Qimen, and Su Mo calculated it after watching Wang Ye cast it, so he used it casually, and it can be regarded as a little lesson for the younger generation.

Of course, it is impossible to hide this information from the Secret Service.

The captain of the Secret Service had asked his superiors for instructions more than once, intending to take the initiative to contact this great person from the legendary alchemy era.

After all, judging from the past behavior style of this Dazheng, he is not an evil person.

Besides, Maoshan has been one of the top sects of the righteous way since ancient times, and as the head teacher of Maoshan, it is not out of the question that his intentions are not righteous.

But they were all rejected by the superiors.

After all, they still know too little about this real person.

Contact rashly, if there is any accident, it may be a disaster for the entire Central Plains, and even the entire mortal world!

Quanxing, the head teacher, has fallen, and more than half of the elite backbones have been abolished with true energy and imprisoned in Longhu Mountain.

Therefore, the sect of Quanxing can be said to be basically finished.

Many hidden global organizations all disbanded automatically, and those disciples went their separate ways, and some of them stopped practicing in despair and planned to spend their lives as mortals.

There are also some who want to continue on the road of practice, so they find ways to join various sects.

Of course, there are also some people who have bad intentions, but now that they have no organization, they are reduced to heretic cultivators and continue to live in hiding, but it is much more difficult than before.

And after Longhushan got the information he wanted to know, he also handed over Quan Xing's group of people to the Secret Service.

With her completeness gone, a single Xia He was naturally no threat, so Zhang Lingyu's confinement was also lifted.

Generally speaking, without Quanxing, the entire practice world is in a state of prosperity. .

Chapter 853

This world itself has its own order and rules, and even if someone occasionally does something to make it turbulent, it will be smoothed down by time soon.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

In the first two months after Quanxing was destroyed, some turmoil did occur in the Inhuman world.

Without these mountains that weighed on my heart, the world of aliens is indeed thriving, but there are also many aliens who have thoughts that should not have been born.

That is preaching!

Preaching and carrying forward the sect is something that almost every monk in the Central Plains imprints deep in his soul.

In the past, because of the wholeness, all sects and sects were hiding their clumsiness, holding their cards tightly and not daring to show it, because they were afraid of attracting the attention of the wholeness monster, which would bring disaster.

Now there is no such worry, so dozens of different sects contacted each other, and finally held a small meeting.

The main point of discussion is to expand the influence and popularity of the alien world, so that ordinary mortals will gradually come into contact with this circle, and eventually they will be well-known.

Let this acquired Qi Dao technique usher in the first era of prosperity in this Dharma-ending world.

Such an important event naturally alerted the Secret Service.

However, although this matter is good from the starting point, there are also many old people who foresee possible turmoil.

After all, practice is all about aptitude.

Those who have the qualifications to practice can be said to be one in ten thousand. Even if the alien world is really made public, there will be an extremely rare part of those who are truly qualified to join the alien sect and practice Qi Dao.

As the saying goes, don't worry about scarcity but inequality.

As long as it is human, it has its own greed.

At that time, everyone will know that there are such miraculous things in this world, but seeing others go to practice, I have no hope of touching them at all.

It is bound to grow a lot of malicious thoughts that shouldn't be there.

So in the long run, this thing has both advantages and disadvantages.

But for most ordinary people, it does more harm than good.

Therefore, the final resolution was rejected, and the Secret Service was the most solid negation faction. After all, what they need most is nothing more than two words, stability.

There is no concept of time in practice.

During this period of time, Longhushan was still the number one sect of the righteous way, and Maoshan didn't seem to have any intention of competing with the Taoist sects in the world, but closed the gates tightly.

Since that day, after the Luotian Dajiao, almost no monks from Maoshan have gone down the mountain.

Except for the name of Su Mo, the great real man in the dust, the whole Maoshan seems to have gradually faded from the impression of the alien world.

The morning sun is warm, shining the dewdrops on the flowers and plants.

Zhou Wenxin, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, paid homage to the statue of the real king in the main hall, and then walked out towards the back mountain.

Although the wisp of aura that Su Mo left in his body hadn't been fully digested, it could still be accommodated in his body, and it no longer hindered the movement of true qi.

He just encountered some problems in practice today, so he deliberately planned to go over and ask for advice.

But when he climbed the hill, he couldn't help being stunned.

The small pavilion is now empty, only a few jade cups are sitting on the wooden table.

The stool was covered with morning dew, obviously, the headmaster had been away for a while.

.........

Jincheng, as one of the ancient capitals of the Central Plains, can still be regarded as one of the most populous cities even in modern times with advanced technology.

Numerous cars roared by, tall buildings were everywhere on both sides of the road, flashing neon lights reflected all kinds of advertisements, and many young people in avant-garde clothes walked by on the road.

Naturally, Su Mo, who had a handsome face and was wearing a Taoist robe, attracted countless people's attention when he walked on the street, and many people secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.

He naturally noticed it, but he never cared.

Entering the world of mortals, I have already entered it more than 100 years ago, and these scenes will no longer be remembered in my heart.

Walking through familiar and unfamiliar streets, Su Mo's Gujing Wubo's face finally gradually changed. It seemed that there was a bit of anticipation and a little apprehension.

This is rarely seen on him.

Even if he had walked through the great way before and achieved the realm of the Daoist who refined the virtual and combined the way, Su Mo's mentality had never undergone such a drastic change.

He was not from this world.

But more than ten years of practice in Maoshan, several years of experience in the world of mortals, more than 100 years from the era of alchemy to the current age of doomed technology.

Let him almost forget all those memories.

Walking through the streets one by one, those scenes overlapped with his original memory.

I went straight to the gate of a residential area, looked at the security booth, and the row of commercial houses inside. The memory that had been dusty for more than 100 years finally came to my mind again.

The security guard originally planned to ask a question, but seeing Su Mo's unearthly face and the natural temperament exuding from his body, he still couldn't make a sound after all, and just let him walk into the community.

To be honest, in the world of mortals, people like Taoist monks are still rare.

The residents in the community involuntarily focused their eyes on Su Mo and whispered.

But Su Mo's footsteps were steady, he didn't use mana, just like a mortal, he walked step by step, approaching a building in sight.

He wanted to know whether his past was a causal cycle or a big dream.

The building has six floors in total.

He climbed up the stairs, step by step, and finally saw the familiar house number, 601.

Su Mo's eyes were slightly moist. He raised his hand, but it was frozen in mid-air. After all, he never dared to press the doorbell.

click-

At this moment, the door behind him opened, and the neighbor was an old woman in her seventies, who was obviously taken aback when she saw Su Mo in Taoist robes.

The old man respected Buddhism and Taoism very much, so he put his palms together and bowed to Su Mo—after all, she had never really entered the Taoist school, and she didn't know the Taoist etiquette, so she could only fold her hands together.

Although the other party performed a Buddhist ceremony, Su Mo never took offense and returned a Taoist ceremony.

"Xiao Daoist, do you want to find this family?" the old man asked.

"Yes." Su Mo nodded: "Their family..."

"It's a coincidence that you came here." The old man laughed: "Their family was traveling outside before, and they just came back this morning."

"Travel?" Su Mo looked at the closed door: "How many people are in this family, what's their last name?"

"There are five people in his family." The old man replied: "The owner's surname is Xu, and his name is Xu Hongfeng. There is also a mother above him, whose surname is Fang, and her name is Fang Xiping. The children are a boy and a girl."

"Especially Xu Chenghao, a boy from his family, who has been admitted to a famous university and is promising."

Just as he was talking, the door of 601 opened, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked out with a Chinese character face.

The man first nodded to the old man, then fixed his eyes on Su Mo.

Although Su Mo concealed his astonishing appearance with mana, the man couldn't help being stunned in front of the perfect facial features, and he said after a few seconds: "This... Daoist, you Who are you looking for?"

Su Mo's complex expression disappeared, and he bowed to the middle-aged man, took out a jade pendant and put it in his hand: "The poor Taoist just passed by here by chance, don't take it to heart, just leave it alone."

After speaking, he walked down the stairs without looking back.

The man left behind looked at the old man in blank dismay, full of doubts.

Community gate.

Su Mo stood here again, looking at the scattered buildings, his face was calm, but there was a look of understanding in his eyes.

"It seems that they never lied to me."

"The world of mortals in the past is not here. All kinds of causes and effects are just a momentary thought of King Chujiang."

"Aren't the decades in my previous life just a big dream?"

At this moment, Su Mo suddenly had a special feeling in his heart.

In the world of mortals, the body is in the world of mortals, but the heart is outside the world of mortals.

"This world is cold and warm, and the world of mortals is full of vicissitudes. I am both a participant and a bystander... Isn't it just another dream?"

"The past life is like a dream, the present life is like a dream, the world of mortals is like a dream, and the Dao is like a dream. All kinds of things seem like dreams but are not real. So this is my Taoist heart."