Gao Miaoling bowed his head in silence, these zombies were actually individuals before they were alive, if it weren't for all kinds of changes, they wouldn't have become zombies, Gao Miaoling could only silently bless them in his heart, hoping that they would have a good birth in the next life. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fire burned quickly, and those black zombies fell under the samadhi true fire one by one, and it was strange to say that this flame seemed to have spirituality, but when it burned to the edge of the ink fountain, it took the initiative to bypass it, and did not burn the ink line at all, which made Ling Xian quite surprised.

The fire gradually extinguished, only a pile of black ash was left on the ground, not even a single corpse was found, last night was arrogant black stiff, but tonight it was fragile like a ball of paper, this is the mutual restraint of all things.

"It's such a powerful samadhi fire, I can't imagine that it is so powerful."

Huang Yatou exclaimed and spoke, this way of dealing with black stiffness, she also occasionally heard her parents mention it, specifically, she had never seen it at all, the flame looked similar to the ordinary one, but it was completely different when it burned, a little bit of samadhi real fire, as long as it could be kept inextinguishable, it could quickly burn the evil thing clean.

"It seems that I have to learn from him in the future, and strive to draw the Samadhi Fire Talisman, and when the time comes, if you encounter a powerful zombie, you can directly burn it with fire, and if you can, you will also deceive the thirteen nails of the town corpse......"

Where the yellow girl stood, her eyes rolled slightly, and she didn't know what bad idea she was playing.

Solve the problem of the black zombie, the rest is easy to do, Ling first took Zha Zhao, along the road he came, and kept going back, although the black zombies are gone, but there is still a question, that is, Zha Zhao's grandfather, what is his current state.

According to Zha Zhao, his grandfather stayed to deal with the black zombie, and then let him escape alone, that is to say, his grandfather is likely to have been sacrificed, and if he was bitten by the black zombie, it is likely that he has already been transformed, although he can't bear it, but Ling Xian still needs to eliminate his grandfather.

Everyone walked a long way, and finally found Za Zhao's grandfather in the early hours of the morning, unexpectedly, his grandfather did not have a corpse, and only a corpse with a separate head was left there.

At the critical moment, Zha Zhao's grandfather, in order not to become a zombie, used a sword to cut off his own head......

The black zombies didn't bite him, he died in his own hands, so there was no corpse change, this scene was too tragic, Ling Xian and they only had to be in awe, they watched Zha Zhao pounce on his grandfather's corpse, crying bitterly, his voice was full of helplessness and sadness.

After a long time, Gao Miaoling picked up Zha Zhao, and then Ling Xian and Wan Qianxi put the corpse together, then chose a location, dug a pit on the spot, buried the corpse in it, and cut off a thick branch to make a simple tombstone.

After everyone paid their respects, Ling Xian took Zha Zhao and returned to the Xiaodi Temple with Wan Qianxi, they spent a night in the Xiao Di Temple, and the next day when the sky was gray and hazy, they set off from the Xiao Di Temple, pushing the three motorcycles, and headed towards the village of Wan Qianxi.

Rushing during the day, it was obviously much faster than at night, and after two or three hours, they finally saw a small village from a distance, and with Ling Xian's eyes, the village had a wooden gate with three ancient characters engraved on it: Gu Wang Pick.

When he saw these three words, Ling Xian turned back to Wan Qianxi and said, "This is your stockade?" Why is it called Gu Wang Village? Is it because of your village, there is a Gu King? ”

Wan Qianxi heard his teasing voice, and said lightly: "The name of Gu Wang Village, not because of my father, this name has existed a long time ago, according to the old people in the village, in ancient times, our village had several Gu kings, so this name was taken." ”

Ling Xian nodded slightly, but didn't say anything, everyone pushed the motorcycle into the village, and soon saw some villagers, this village is not big, there are only dozens of families, most of them stay in the village, and they don't go out to make a living, so it's not too desolate.

According to Wan Qianxi, although he is the descendant of the Gu general, but in today's village, there are not many people who practice Gu arts, and most of them are women who cultivate, like Wan Qianxi's father and son, there are actually very few, and many people are still mainly hunting and farming.

After entering the village, they soon attracted the attention of the villagers, they stayed in the village all the year round, rarely went out, at this moment there were several strangers in the village, they were curious and vigilant all of a sudden, but when they saw thousands of joys, those vigilances disappeared, and their faces showed a kind smile.

Wan Qianxi put the motorcycle away, then took out a cigarette, unpacked the cigarette, and distributed a pack to everyone, if it is an elderly person, often two packs.

With this cigarette to open the way, the villagers were naturally smiling, and kept pointing at Ling Xian, Ling Xian and they didn't dare to slack off, although they couldn't understand what they said, they still smiled and nodded.

After a while, the villagers went to do their own business, and Wan Qianxi came back and said, "Okay, there are these cigarettes to open the way, and they are from the same village, they will be very polite to you in the future, let's go, go to my house first." ”

Wan Qianxi took Ling Xian and them home, his home was in the center of the village, if you looked down from the sky, you would find that his home was actually in the center of the village.

The topography of this village is divided into three parts, the first part is the lowest, and you can see from the gate of the village, there is a row of houses built, and the houses are generally a little old, and behind these houses, the terrain is one layer higher, and from the bottom to the top, there is a row of stairs to step on.

Wan Qianxi's home is on this second staircase, and behind his house, there is a layer of high terrain, which also has to go up the stairs, and behind the third level of terrain is a low mountain range.

From the feng shui point of view, the home of thousands of joys, there is a backer behind the mountain, and this backer is not bad, the front of the vision is wide, look ahead, there is a small stream in the distance, this feng shui is very good, especially the home of thousands of joys, in the center of the village, it is the benefits of feng shui.

"Yes, Lao Wan, the feng shui of your ancestral house is indeed a little wonderful, who helped you see it?"

Ling Xian looked at him with a smile, and coughed dryly, "How do I know? Although this house is newly built, this address has always existed, it may be hundreds of years old, maybe the ancestors know a little bit of feng shui. ”

Gao Miaoling said curiously: "Master, where is the feng shui of this house?" ”

Ling Xian gave a general introduction, Gao Miaoling couldn't help nodding her head, since she entered Ling Xian's door, she would often ask Ling Xian some questions, and she always felt that she had benefited a lot.

Wan Qianxi took out the key, opened the door, and everyone poured in.

This house is a brick house, if this kind of house is placed in the city outside, it is a relatively outdated house, but in this village in the mountains and forests, it is a luxury house, you know, this place wants to build a new house, limited by the traffic location, cement, steel, bricks and sand, these things are difficult to transport in.