"Baiyun Yellow Crane Dao people, a piano, a sword, a cup of tea,

The feather coat is often smoky and does not stain red dust peach and plum flowers.

The world laughs haha, why do you travel all over the world,

In the end, he endured all the hardships and corrected the Tao, and did not stain the peach and plum flowers in the world.

The world laughs haha, why are you competing for fame and fortune?

It's better to turn back and realize the avenue, carefree and immortal.

Quiet and inaction is my family, not stained with dust, rooted in the road,

Visiting the famous teacher to correct the way, Pan Tao will go to Longhua. ”

A song full of rhyme "Taoism", echoing throughout the Qingfeng Mountains, a young man in white with a purple bamboo sword on his back, holding a wine gourd in his hand, walking like flying.

Take a closer look, this young man in white actually doesn't touch the ground, if people in the martial arts see it, they must be amazed by this young man's handsome light footwork.

"This wine really hasn't been drunk, and it has only been three days since I left the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range, and this is the bottom. ”

Mo Wudao shook the empty wine gourd, muttered a sentence in his mouth, flipped it over, and threw the wine gourd into the storage ring.

"Although there is also aura here, compared to the sect, it is tens of thousands of times thinner, no wonder the Heavenly Demon Sect can become the number one sect of the Demon Dao, such a rich aura, even if ordinary mortals live there and do not cultivate, it can also prolong life and be strong and strong!"

"Everyone in the world wants to find a big sect, not only to find a shelter, but also for that blessed cultivation blessed land!"

Looking into the distance, not far away from the smoke curling, a small town has begun to show its outline, Mo Wudao tiptoe, towards the town.

Qingfeng Town should be regarded as one of the towns that connects the secular and the cultivation world.

This place is on the edge of the cultivation realm, according to the map given by senior brother Chiba, if you go a few hundred miles further, it will be the red dust world.

Walking into an inn, Xiao Er immediately greeted him respectfully, Mo Wudao's temperament and the long sword behind him, the identity of the cultivator was undoubtedly revealed.

Qingfeng Town's geographical location is so special, and the residents of the town more or less know about some cultivators, and they know that these people they can't afford to offend.

"Little Er, let's have two pots of your best wine first. ”

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute!"

Xiao Er bent down to answer with great flattery, and then quickly sent two pots of wine.

Mo Wudao lifted the wine jug, poured a large sip into his mouth, and then took a sip of wine with great satisfaction, "Cool!

Hearing Mo Wudao's appreciation, the smile on Xiao Er's face became even bigger, he knew that serving this uncle well would be indispensable.

If the other party is happy for a while and rewards himself with a few elixirs, then maybe he will be able to become a generation of masters and prolong his life.

"Xiao Er, bring me some more good dishes, and then fill this wine gourd for me!" Mo Wudao threw the wine jug over.

Mo Wudao tasted a few mouthfuls of the dish and felt that the taste was okay, so he let go of his stomach and ate it with this fine wine, which made the diners around him a little strange.

In their eyes, aren't cultivators generally not eating grains, but only eating wind and drinking dew, and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon?

Why does this young monk look like a martial arts knight, a mortal!

"Hey, have you heard about zombies in the town next door?"

"Of course I heard about it, I heard that dozens of people have died, and all the blood of the body has been sucked dry by the zombie, and the death is extremely terrifying. ”

"Yes, the town next door is in a state of panic right now, and many people have fled to our town for refuge. ”

Separated by Mo Wudao's several tables, several diners were talking in a low voice, Mo Wudao's ears were amazing, and everyone's conversation was heard word for word.

"Zombies?"

Mo Wudao's expression moved, he frowned slightly, and turned up some records about zombies in his mind.

There are two situations for the generation of zombies, one is that mortals are buried in the place of the four absolute yin after death, and the land of the four absolute yin can gather yin qi within a hundred miles, so that the corpse will not decay, and if the yin qi is absorbed for a long time, the corpse will undergo abnormal changes, and then it will become a zombie.

This kind of zombie has a strong yin qi in its body, and the yin qi must be fused with the blood qi to exert great power, so he has to live by sucking blood, otherwise the blood qi will be lost, and the physical body will no longer be strong, and it will rot.

And the second type of zombie is the person who was bitten by the previous type of zombie, due to the invasion of yin qi, it will also become a zombie, but due to the decline of yin qi, it will become weaker and weaker.

According to ancient records, Mo Wudao knew that zombies were divided into two veins, one vein was the corpse king and generals, and the other was the corpse queen and the other vein.

It is rumored that the ancestors of the two veins have been suppressed in ancient times, but no one knows how many descendants have been left.

In ancient times, the zombie vein was also extremely strong, the zombie bloodline reached the extreme, the physical strength was comparable to that of the witch clan, and there was no soul, immortal and immortal, and they were outside the Three Realms, and ordinary spells could not cure them at all.

"The generals suck blood for a living, presumably this zombie is the descendant of the generals, and I don't know what level of zombie it is. ”

After Mo Wudao finished eating and drinking, Xiao Er also filled the wine gourd and handed it over respectfully, and looked surprised.

"Childe, your wine gourd is quite miraculous, we pretended... Packed nearly 100 catties of wine······"

"Oh~"

Mo Wudao took the wine gourd, opened it and sniffed it, and smiled: "Well, don't worry, there will be no loss of your money." ”

After speaking, he touched his body, and then touched it again, and was dumbfounded for a moment, and he didn't bring any money.

Xiao Er is also well-informed, and when he saw Mo Wudao's appearance, he said very experienced: "Childe, the small shop doesn't have to be a cashier, if the guest officer doesn't have a silver tael, he can exchange it with other items." ”

Many sect disciples who go out for the first time often forget to bring the worldly silver taels, so Xiao Er doesn't care too much.

"Is this okay?" Mo Wudao took out a Bigu Pill from the ring and shook it in front of Xiao Er's eyes.

Xiao Er's eyes suddenly widened, and he stammered in surprise: "Immortal······ Elixir!"

Mo Wudao was stunned, this is only the lowest level of elixir in the sect, that is, the disciple has not yet reached Bigu, and he still needs to eat grains to ensure that his body functions normally, which is used to supplement nutrition.

Take one pill of Bigudan, and don't eat for at least three months!

But for mortals, this grain of Bigu Dan is like an elixir, eating this Bigu Dan, the body will be greatly regulated, and the general stubborn diseases will be eliminated, and the spirit and spirit will be fixed.

Mo Wudao didn't explain, and used a grain of Bigu Dan to not only exchange it for a meal of wine and food, but also get hundreds of taels of silver, and asked the direction to the town next door.

"Childe, there are vampire zombies in the town next door, which is very dangerous, so you better take a different route. ”

"It's okay, I'm going to get rid of that zombie. ”

Mo Wudao hung the wine gourd on his waist, hung the purple bamboo sword on his back, and smiled confidently.

The sound was not small, and many people in the inn laughed when they heard it.

"What a big breath, I heard that the zombie has seven or eight hundred years of Taoism, and the town has invited three or four masters to suppress it, but none of them have returned. ”

"This son, at a young age, don't give up your life in vain!"

Mo Wudao ignored these people's ridicule, smiled, and left the inn with brisk steps.

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About fifty miles south of Qingfeng Town, there is a valley, which is cloudy and windy all year round, and there is no sunlight.

The sparse trees and strange rocks were lined up, and before they entered the valley, they felt a chill behind them, and no one dared to enter the valley from near and far.

The sun sets, a bright moon slowly rises, and the valley is even more yin, and occasionally a few strange sounds sound, and I don't know what the hell is coming from, which makes people feel creepy.

"Amitabha······ Demon, don't hurry up yet!"

In the windy valley, on a huge bluestone, a young bald monk sat cross-legged, chanting the Buddha's horn in his mouth, and the peaceful Buddhist mantra echoed in the valley.

This young monk is extremely handsome, heroic and upright, wearing a light cyan monk's robe, a Zen staff on his lap, and a solemn appearance.

"Jie Ji ······"

There was a ghostly scream, the birds flew away, the yin wind was stronger, and the yin wind of the entire valley seemed to gather together, rushing towards the young monk on the bluestone.

The young monk was unmoved, still sitting cross-legged, constantly reciting scriptures in his mouth, although the gust of wind was strong, it could not get close to him.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk let out a loud shout, and a burst of golden light spread out from his body, blowing away the yin wind that was coming.

"Demons, pretending to be gods and ghosts, and still not coming out. ”

The young monk's hands were sealed, and with a finger of his virtual hand, a Buddha light shot out and headed towards the deep valley in the distance.

"Woo······"

A terrible ghost scream with anger sounded, but soon the deep valley fell silent again, and the monsters in the deep valley seemed to be intimidated.

The young monk also seemed to be afraid of the monsters in the valley, and did not take the initiative to attack, but sat in place, silently reciting the scriptures, and fell into a stalemate.

Poof!

After an hour of silence, a pale and stiff hand reached out from the ground behind the young monk.

Click!

The ground cracked, and a shriveled zombie crawled out of the grass, its head withered, its whole body shriveled, its flesh rotting, and it hung on the white bone torso, and a foul smell came to my nose.

The young monk still closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures, as if he did not notice the movement behind him.

The withered and terrifying zombie bared its white teeth, and a low roar came out of its throat, and the ground around it shook again, and the sound of clattering kept sounding.

The ground did not break, and then a zombie with dry bones came out of the ground, and in a moment, the hundred meters around the young monk were full of dense zombies.

The young monk opened his eyes and stood up slowly, holding a Zen staff in his right hand and a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, his eyes swept over the stenching bone zombies around him.

"Amitabha, this evil thing is cautious, and it hasn't come out yet! Well, the poor monk will wait first!"

The young monk's eyes burst into light, and he shouted in a deep voice: "The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back!"

The Zen staff in his right hand slammed into the bluestone, and a golden ripple of energy dispersed in all directions!

"Click... Click··· Click······"

Everywhere in the golden light, a zombie with dry bones shattered, and streams of black yin qi floated out from the dry bones, and the broken bones were scattered on the grass, just with this move, dozens of dead bone zombies were destroyed in an instant.

"Woo woo woo ·······"

Several terrible roars sounded in the valley, and the surrounding bone zombies pounced on the young monk again, their white teeth sharp and foul stench.

The young monk was not in a hurry, and waved his right Zen staff towards the east, and a golden light shot out, and dozens of dead bone zombies in the east turned into broken bones;

"Amitabha!"

The young monk shouted, and the Buddha bead in his left hand was thrown into the air, sprinkling bursts of golden light, and everywhere the golden light passed, countless dead bone zombies were dispelled and turned into broken bones.

In just a few breaths, the valley was calm again, and the grass around the young monk was once again restored to its original state, the dry bone zombies disappeared without a trace, and even the ground returned to its original state.