Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

All the accompanying monks bowed their waists and saluted, and Su Mo also saluted Zongzheng's ashes.

Under Huineng's persuasion, Su Mo stayed in Jianglong Temple for one night.

He also happened to take this opportunity to tell Huineng all those things about Feizhu.

After all, although Huineng knew that Zongzheng was dead, he didn't know all the details.

Early the next morning, Su Mo bid farewell to Jianglong Temple and embarked on the journey home again.

Counting it, it has been several months since I left Renjia Town, and it is time to go back.

.........

Renfu.

Ren Tingting was bored playing with the paper butterfly in her hand. The butterfly made of white paper seemed to have a glimpse of life, fluttering its wings in her hand.

Ren Fa looked a little hesitant, and finally said: "Tingting."

"Huh?" Ren Tingting looked at him.

Ren Fa smiled: "Tell me, do I give Dewey too much power? All the military power is handed over to him. In case he has a bad heart in the future and wants to escape from the control of my Ren family... "

The world is chaotic today, and even the provincial capital next to Renjia Town has been slightly affected.

In order to protect himself, Ren Fa spent a lot of money and his personal connections over the years, and finally formed a private army, and then one of his relatives, Dewey, was the leader.

This is actually a warlord, and others call him Marshal Du.

Ren Fa still had confidence in his methods, at least when he was alive, that Dewey would never dare to be presumptuous.

What he was thinking about was after he died in the future.

Ren Tingting looked at her slender, fair fingers that looked like onions, and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Ren Fa asked.

"Father, your mind still hasn't changed."

Ren Tingting's hand faintly reveals the ghost image of bones, with burning and beating flames, her tone is a little cold: "Su Mo is the true biography of Maoshan, and his every move represents Maoshan, so he doesn't care about world affairs, only cares about demons disaster."

"But I'm different. I'm just a registered disciple of Uncle Jiu, and strictly speaking, I'm not a member of Maoshan's inner sect."

"So, as long as it's not against the law, I can do whatever I want...so you don't have to worry about it, Dewey."

"After all, no matter how strong manpower is, how can it defeat the power of ghosts and gods?"

During this period of time, Ren Tingting's temperament has also changed a lot.

He is more mature and powerful than before, and already has the majesty of the head of the family.

Ren Fa nodded in satisfaction: "Well, okay, then I can rest assured."

Ren Tingting withdrew the bone vision, and supported her chin with her palm. The previous cold expression disappeared, replaced by a little girl's expectant expression.

"I don't know when Su Mo will come back...".

Chapter 408

It was getting dark at night, but the funeral shop was still lit with lights.

Qiusheng and Wencai stood in the living room fiddling with the paper figurines, while Uncle Jiu sat where Su Mo had been, flipping through a book.

"Master."

Qiu Sheng glanced at the quiet courtyard, and asked a little puzzled: "Tell me, why do the lonely ghosts nearby always run towards the uncle's shop?"

"Because this is a transit station for Yin and Yang." Uncle Jiu said without raising his head.

"Yin-yang transfer station?" Wen Cai put down the paper figurine in his hand, secretly picked up a jujube on the altar table and put it into his mouth: "What is a yin-yang transfer station?"

"It is a place that can communicate with Yin Cao and Yang. Nowadays, the world is in chaos. Many lonely ghosts cannot be guided by Yin. Unparalleled appeal."

Along with the sound, Ren Tingting, dressed in casual clothes, opened the door and walked in.

"Tingting." Uncle Jiu put down the book.

"Well, Uncle Jiu has worked hard." Ren Tingting nodded, and said to Qiusheng and Wencai, "I brought you some cakes and tea."

As he spoke, the two paper figurines who followed him walked forward with baskets. 12

Uncle Jiu looked at the two paper figurines, nodded and said, "It seems that you have just begun to understand the art of paper piercing."

"It's still far away." Ren Tingting sighed helplessly: "Su Mo's paper figurines are as fast as thunder, their bodies are like steel, and they cut ghosts like melons and vegetables. Some chores."

"That's much better than my two apprentices." Uncle Jiu looked at the two who couldn't wait to eat the cakes.

After Su Mo left, his funeral shop still exuded its attraction automatically, attracting the lonely ghosts nearby.

Originally, only Qiu Shengwen and Cai were needed to come to pick him up.

As a result, there was an accident that attracted a fierce ghost, and the two of them almost died.

From then on, Uncle Jiu would come over in person every night, and Ren Tingting would come over from time to time to help tidy up the courtyard.

"Still eating!"

After a while, Qiusheng and Wencai still kept talking, Uncle Jiu couldn't help staring and said, "Why don't you take out the jar quickly?"

"Oh."

The two stuffed another piece of pastry into their mouths, then picked up the wine jar that had been prepared and went to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there were already a dozen translucent voices floating back and forth.

These are ordinary wandering spirits.

The talisman on the wine jar was uncovered, the moonlight fell, and a hazy blue light shone out from the jar. Those wandering souls seemed to be drawn by some kind, and they walked towards the wine jar automatically. After a while, they were all included in the wine jar. .

After pasting the spell, Wen Cai smiled and said, "There will be no baby ghosts tonight."

"Nothing is a good thing." Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief: "The backyard is almost too big."

Baby ghosts refer to the ghosts of babies who were aborted before they were born.

This kind of ghost has a lot of resentment, but it is suppressed by the innate qi, so it cannot be directly rescued, otherwise it will turn into an evil ghost the moment it is sent to the underworld.

We must take care and guide carefully, and then choose a good day and auspicious day, so that the practice can be scaled.

These days, Su Mo's yin and yang transfer station has also attracted many baby ghosts. Uncle Jiu can only seal them in the wine jar, put them in the backyard of his Yizhuang, and offer incense every day.

Over time, the backyard has been filled with wine jars.

"Sigh... I don't know when Su Mo will come back." Uncle Jiu looked at the moon in the night sky with a somewhat melancholy look on his face.

If my junior brother was here, these baby ghosts would not be a problem.

.........

The bright moon hung high, and the silver brilliance fell on the ground, as if covering the earth with a layer of tulle.

The mountains under the night sky are like giant beasts crawling head to head, which puts a lot of psychological pressure on people for no reason.

Seven or eight figures gathered together, walking with torches.

"There is a Taoist temple in front."

The leader was an old man who looked about five or sixty years old, and more than half of his hair was gray.

He pointed to the dilapidated little Taoist temple in front of him, turned his head and said, "Let's go in and rest for one night, and then go down the mountain after dawn."

"it is good."

The people behind all nodded, quickened their pace and ran towards the Taoist temple.

Gacha -

The dilapidated door was pushed, making a harsh sound.

A flash of fire came into view.

The old man frowned, and found that the Taoist temple had already been visited first.

And Su Mo also raised his head, looking at the group of strong men who pushed the door and walked in.

"excuse me."

The old man was the first to salute Su Mo with his fists cupped.

Su Mo nodded, and ignored them, but continued to read the book in his hand with his head down.

Along the way, he did not use his magical powers to hurry.

Because after all, there is no urgent matter to be dealt with, and besides, Su Mo also wants to see how lucky he is, if he can happen to meet a few more five-element spirit roots.

Not long after, a bonfire was also raised on the old man's side, adding a lot of popularity to this long-lost Taoist temple.

As the food and jug were roasted on the fire, the group of people also began to chat.

They are all hunters at the bottom of the mountain. They wanted to take advantage of the season to come to the mountain to hunt, but they lost time in the mountain to hunt the deer. In the end, they could only spend the night in this small Taoist temple.

While chatting, some people kept glancing at Su Mo, and said in admiration, "What a handsome young man."

"Yeah." The companion next to him nodded in agreement: "Looking at the clothes, he looks like a young master of a rich family. Why are you running around the barren mountains and mountains by yourself?"

"I heard that there are animals in this barren mountain that have lived for a long time, and finally understand human nature, become refined through cultivation, and can change into human appearance, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women..." Another person lowered his head The voice spoke.

　 　The topic gradually turned to these demons and ghosts.

"okay."

In the end, the old man frowned and reprimanded: "The more you talk, the less polite you are."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Su Mo apologetically: "Sorry, little brother, we are used to wild people, and we don't know how to speak."

Su Mo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't take it to heart.

The old man was obviously very authoritative, after scolding, the group of people did not discuss this topic any more.

boom -

Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded, and the sky outside was bright.

This bright light only lasted for a moment, and then there was heavy rain pouring down.

"strangeness."

A hunter tightened his clothes: "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

"Indeed." Another Orion put his hands to his mouth, sniffing at the heater: "This air-conditioning is going straight to the bone marrow of a person!"

Su Mo's fingers flipping the title page suddenly paused, raised his head, and looked at the closed door with deep eyes.

His pupils had turned golden at some point, apparently in the state of having opened his eyes. Of course, the group of hunters couldn't find this abnormality.

A huge overwhelming Yin Qi is attacking the small Taoist temple!

ps: Sorry, that, actually, I was going to open the plot of Zombie Daoist, but I accidentally found out that there is a new Mr. Zombie, so I quickly added it. See if I can make it up. .

Chapter 409

A light gray mist condensed between the sky and the earth, and this mist was mixed with a terrifying evil spirit.

The gray mist surged like a tide, and the dilapidated Taoist temple was like a flat boat in the sea at this moment, which would be washed away in an instant.

The group of hunters didn't realize that they were in a catastrophe. They just felt that the surroundings were so cold that they were about to freeze for no reason. No matter how many clothes they put on, it would be useless.

It was the leading old man who seemed to have a premonition of something, and frowned deeply.

But he just had a very strong sense of uneasiness, but he didn't know where the source of this uneasiness came from.

Su Mo observed for a while, but did not get up. Instead, he put his right hand under the hem of his clothes and quietly made a handprint.

The golden sigil emerged on the ground, and then slowly soaked the soil.

And outside.

The rain was pouring, and the wind was blowing, and the terrifying cloudy air rushed towards the small Taoist temple like a wave.