Night fell, the area of Tsim Sha Tsui in Kowloon was brilliantly lit, red men and green women, tourists were weaving, and the nightlife began.
On the second floor of a Cantonese restaurant, two people were drinking in a window seat, with plates of seafood and a copy of the Sing Tao Evening News in front of them, and the newspaper's headlines accompanied by half-page pictures of today's press conference at the Mandarin Hotel in Hong Kong were published.
"This old man is a zombie."
The man, who was dressed in a blue cardigan and a pair of black cloth shoes, was about fifty or sixty years old, pointing to the image of the old man Wu holding a crab claw and a golden rooster in the newspaper picture.
"Oh, how can Master Mao be so sure" Zhang Taiji, who was sitting opposite, took a sip of soju and asked with interest.
"Poor Dao has been catching ghosts in Hong Kong, Taiwan and Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand for decades, and it can be regarded as a sharp eye, and it is categorically impossible to leave."
Master Mao replied confidently.
Zhang Taiji opened the evening newspaper, pointed to the picture of Old Man Wu in an open court robe and green hair on his chest and asked: "It is said that zombies have white hair all over their bodies, but why is this old guy green hair, I suspect that the hair may have been dyed." ” "Tai Chi, you don't know this, zombies are actually divided into eight types, purple zombies, white zombies, green zombies, hair zombies, flying zombies, wandering corpses, ambush corpses and immortal bones.
You're talking about the zombies in the movie, with white hair all over the body, eyes red like dansha, fingers like curved hooks, teeth and lips like sharp blades, and kissing and bloody noses, and can't bend your knees when you walk, that's just a zombie that hasn't developed yet.
Master Mao said teasingly.
"Do zombies also want to develop?"
asked Zhang Taiji in surprise.
"Of course, after death, if the buried corpse is still attached to the body, it will not decay for the time being, and the body hair and nails will continue to grow, and it will develop into a zombie, with long hair all over the body, and can walk and jump, with infinite strength, most of them will drink blood and eat human flesh, but there are also vegetarian foods, they generally have stiff joints and inflexible movements, which is a zombie in the primary stage.
Next, the color of the zombie's fur gradually turned white, that is called a white-haired zombie, and its movements are already relatively agile, and it can climb high and drill low, and its skills have increased significantly.
White-haired zombies are afraid of ultraviolet rays, and the way to deal with them is to let the sun shine and they will be finished immediately.
If it is in an excellent place to raise corpses, the zombies will be psychic for a long time, forming flying zombies, also known as drought fish.
The Flying Zombie Drought is no longer afraid of the sun's ultraviolet rays, like humans, but the lightning and thunder and guns and bullets are still enough to deal with him, and the old man in the newspaper picture is, although his skills have far surpassed that of ordinary zombies, but it is still not as good as the bones.
Master Mao explained.
"Oh, what kind of powerful character is that," Zhang Taiji asked curiously.
"Maoshan Taoism has the method of refining the form of Taiyin, and after the corpse is buried for hundreds of years, it will be resurrected at the end of the period.
Master Mao said hesitantly.
"How powerful," Zhang Taiji asked with interest.
Master Mao shook his head and drank the wine, as if he didn't want to say any more.
Mrs.
Zhang raised his glass and saluted: "Master Mao, today Tai Chi just wants to ask your old man to take action to get rid of this flying stiff drought, he not only humiliated me in public, but I am afraid that it will also break Tai Chi's rice bowl." ” "This is not for you to say, it is natural for me to eliminate harm for the people, especially the once-in-a-century occurrence of flying stiffness, and it is definitely not allowed to be let go."
Master Mao drank the wine in the toast and said happily.
"I have inquired clearly, this zombie named Wu Jiabang turned out to be a friend of Hong Kong Justice of the Peace Lu Taiguan, and he lived in the Lu Family Mansion in the mid-levels of Hong Kong Island at night, at 900 Peak Road."
Zhang Taiji said hatefully.
"I know, tonight is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, when the child is young, the zombie will come out to the moon, you go to the outside of the Lu Mansion to monitor it early, and then I will subdue demons and eliminate demons to benefit the people of Xiangjiang."
Mao Yiyu commanded.
"Do you need to prepare some peach wood swords, black dog blood and other things to ward off evil spirits?"
Zhang Taiji reminded.
"Those things can't deal with flying zombies, I have my own way."
Mao Yiyan said disapprerovingly.
"So, then I'll go first."
Zhang Taiji got up to say goodbye, settled the bill when he passed by the front desk, and then left in a hurry.
Mao Yiyu looked at the wine glass in his hand, and muttered in his mouth: "Thousands of things, a few sorrows, this body does not turn into bones, it is difficult to solve the worries for a hundred years" After saying that, he drank it all and let out a long sigh.
"Miss, pack."
Mao Yiyu beckoned the waitress to come over, instructed her to put the unfinished food into the lunch box, and then carried it down the restaurant.
Standing on the street when he went out, looking at the endless flow of vehicles and people in Tsim Sha Tsui, the unbearable loneliness and desolation in the depths of Mao Yiyan's heart quietly emerged again.
The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, relatives and friends are moral because of the loss of wealth, and the feelings of father and son are for the benefit of the rest of the world, why can't the world see through it?
A begging old man trembled and stretched out a dirty hand to passers-by, and many well-dressed men and women took a detour, and the old man's eyes were full of disappointment.
Mao Yiyu gently placed the packaged food in front of the old man, and then walked away silently.
The clouds in the night sky slowly dispersed, the cool moonlight sprinkled down, Hong Kong Island was shrouded in a blur, halfway up the mountain, Mao Yi devoured his hands and stood up, he was waiting for the arrival of the son, he will get rid of this flying stiff drought, and eliminate the harm for the people.
The moonlight shrouded his body, but there was no shadow under his feet, he was an "immortal bone" during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty.
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When the moon went down, the window on the second floor of the Lu Mansion at No. 900 Peak Road "creaked" open, revealing an old man wearing a yellow military hat, and the old man Wu appeared.
The fifteenth moon hangs like a silver platter in the night sky, the cool moonlight sprinkles over the mid-levels of Hong Kong Island, and the faint mist rises from Victoria Bay, it is a blurry night.
The old man drank too much foreign wine, and was drunk and dazed and was carried back to sleep by the bodyguards of the Lu Mansion in a car, and he didn't wake up until the time of his son.
He was still dressed in a first-class court dress, got up and quietly pushed open the window sash, stretched out his hand and took off the yellow army hat, and the two big eyes on the top of the bare brain melon looked at the bright moon, looking for a quiet place to absorb the yin qi of the moon, this is the first full moon night after hitting the "hidden cave", and every lunar fifteenth day in the future, he needs the nourishment of the moonlight.
The courtyard was quiet, and the people in the house were already asleep, and a faint snoring could be faintly heard.
There was a tall macadamia nut tree growing on the sidewalk outside Lu's house, and Zhang Taiji sat on the branch and saw the old man Wu standing in front of the window in the moonlight.
With a "whoosh", Zhang Taiji's fingers popped out, and an emerald green nut shot at the old man Feizhuang.
Old man Wu suddenly heard the sound of breaking the sky, so he grinned, revealing yellow teeth and big teeth, and gently bit the macadamia nut, "clicked" and bited it, and tasted the flesh, which was also crisp and fragrant.
Zhang Taiji's fingers flicked, and "whoosh" shot out two more grains, and then jumped off the tree, and ran towards the top of the mountain.
The old man was furious, flew out of the window, and chased after him all the way.
In the next room, on a large bed lay Han Sheng and Shen Cai, and the ghost baby was still holding the sleeping suction tube in his arms.
The slight sound woke up Han Sheng in an instant, and he caught a glimpse of a figure outside the window, and he quickly rushed to the window, and saw the figure of Old Man Wu chasing another person from a distance, running towards the middle of the mountain.
There was a situation where Han Sheng pushed open the window and decided to follow to see what was going on, but when he looked back at the little talent who had fallen asleep, he was really a little relieved, after many dangers, the baby could no longer afford to lose.
Thinking of this, he returned to the bed and picked up Shen Caicai and the suction tube, and urged the "hysteria magic skill" with his mind, his whole body relaxed, and his body slowly floated out of the window.
Zhang Taiji bent his body, landed on his hands and feet and ran towards the top of the mountain like a horse, the speed was extremely fast, and the old man Wu followed behind and secretly surprised, this is the light work of the road, Rao is Zhang Taiji's light work, no matter how good it is, how can it be fast The old man of the drought is unhurried and clings to the back, see what this little thief wants to do.
The original thirteen styles of Taiji, also known as the "Thirteen Dan Method", are passed on by Gan Fengchi, a representative of the Wudang Jin Toad School, a disciple of Taiji Master Zhang Sanfeng, imitating the unique skills and body movements of 13 kinds of animals: lions, snakes, finch, apes, tigers, cranes, bears, toads, dragons, phoenixes, chickens, cats, and horses, so they are also known as "bionic thirteen forms".
Zhang Taiji's current running posture is exactly the shape of a horse.
"Master Mao, the zombie is coming," Zhang Taiji opened his voice and shouted.
Under the moonlight, a person stood with his hands in his hands, and a sneer came out of his mouth: "I didn't expect to see a rare flying stiffness in the Central Plains in Xiangjiang." ”: