Zombieland: I Have a Tomb of God

After receiving the money, Taoist Simu's face immediately became amiable. He smiled and quickly hid the money, fearing that it would be snatched away by Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu saw his action and his mouth twitched slightly with a bit of pain.

100 dollars, this is almost his savings for a year.

Ling Xiao actually gave it away like this!?

However, his disciple was in the wrong, so there was nothing he could do.

If he did it, he would only pay 40 dollars of the capital.

"Wow, Senior Brother, you hit me so hard! It hurts so much! I'm afraid I'm disfigured."

At this moment, Qiu Sheng came over with his hand covering his swollen face.

"Humph! Why don't you pretend to be something else? You have to pretend to be a zombie. You're lucky I didn't kill you!"

Uncle Jiu's face darkened when he heard Qiu Sheng's complaint. He snorted coldly and spoke directly.

Qiu Sheng was so scared that his neck shrank.

"Come, I'll heal you!"

Ling Xiao spoke at this time, and as he spoke, he slowly placed his right hand on Qiu Sheng's shoulder.

"Senior Brother, don’t want it anymore!?

Ling Xiao’s action immediately made Qiu Sheng’s face pale. He thought Ling Xiao was going to teach him a lesson again.

""Buzz!!!!"

Then, a burst of invisible energy emerged from Ling Xiao's hands like a flood.

In an instant, Qiu Sheng felt his whole body begin to feel comfortable.

"Wow, it feels so good!!!"

Qiu Sheng shuddered and couldn't help but speak.

"How is this possible!?"

Uncle Jiu and Taoist Simu who were standing by the side changed their expressions at this moment.

Because they clearly noticed that the injuries on Qiu Sheng's face were repaired very quickly at this moment. In just a few seconds, Qiu Sheng, who was swollen like half a pig's head, returned to his original handsome appearance.

Even the teeth that were kicked away by Ling Xiao were repaired.

"Hiss... What kind of Taoist magic is this? It can actually have such a magical effect! ?"

The Taoist priest Simu couldn't help but exclaimed

"Could it be the legendary Kaijing Xuanyun Mantra? No, although Kaijing Xuanyun Mantra has the ability to heal, it doesn't have such a powerful effect? At least it is impossible for a human master to achieve this effect."

Uncle Jiu was also shocked!

""Eh, it doesn't hurt anymore? Senior Brother, what kind of magic is this? Can you teach me?"

Qiu Sheng also spoke to Ling Xiao excitedly after feeling that his injuries were all healed.

"You should first become a master. It's been several years and you haven't even reached the entry level. You can't even draw the lowest level of exorcism talisman. You still want these things!

If you are not a master by the age of 20, you will be expelled from the sect!"

Ling Xiao spoke seriously.

"Ahem, Senior Brother is right."

As soon as he said this, Qiu Sheng smiled awkwardly.

""Ling Xiao, what kind of magic did you just use? How could it be so powerful?"

Uncle Jiu also spoke in confusion. He felt a very positive and righteous force from the aura that Ling Xiao just emitted.

It was definitely not some evil magic.

Taoist Simu was also curious.

""Master, I had a dream two days ago. I dreamed of an old man who said he was my Taoist ancestor. He taught me some magic.

Among them was this healing spell. Today was the first time I used it. I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

Ling Xiao just made up an excuse.

However, after hearing Ling Xiao's words, Uncle Jiu and Taoist Simu couldn't help but look at each other in shock.

"Preaching in a dream?!!"

Then both of them exclaimed.

You know, in many Taoist sects such as Maoshan, there will be a small number of super geniuses who will receive the teachings of the sect's ancestors. Some of them are sudden enlightenment, and some are in dreams.

This is not a fabrication, but a common occurrence in the history of Maoshan.

"Preaching in a dream? That should be it!"

Ling Xiao nodded slightly. He had read all of Uncle Jiu's Maoshan classics several times since he was a child.

It would be easy to find a reasonable excuse.

""Big Brother, what about Wencai? He shouldn't die, right?"

Qiu Sheng, who was standing by, had already come to Wencai's side and shouted to Ling Xiao.

"It's okay, I was just scared."

Ling Xiao was speechless after hearing this, and then he put his right hand on the head of Wencai who fainted from fear.

Qiu Sheng looked over curiously.

"Buzz!!!!!!!!!"

Then, under the powerful force of the healing technique, Wencai quickly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Qiu Sheng's zombie face.

"Ah! There are zombies!!!"

The next moment, he screamed in fear, and once again his eyes rolled back and he passed out. This time, even Uncle Jiu beside him was speechless.

What kind of disciples did he accept?

To be scared to death by zombies must be a rare genius in Maoshan Sect in hundreds of years.

"Well, Brother, I am almost leaving now!"

At this time, Taoist Simu said with a smile:

"Hmm? Don't you want to rest for two days before leaving?"

Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard Simu's words.

"Yes, uncle, take two more days off."

"It's Uncle Master, you just arrived."

Ling Xiao and Qiu Sheng at the side also tried to persuade him to stay.