"Wangwang, isn't this corpse poison on my neck?
You're so scared.
Are there no zombies in Tibet?"
I deliberately looked ordinary.
But Wangwang still frowned, his face full of nervousness.
"Brother, it's already this time and you are still joking.
You are indeed poisoned by corpse poison, but do you know what corpse poison this is?"
I was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then asked in confusion: "Why are there different types of corpse poison?"
When Wangwang heard this, he sighed softly and said: "There are three, six or nine levels of zombies, and of course this corpse poison is the same.
But your corpse poison is more complicated, and the zombie that hurts you is probably a different kind.
From your corpse poison, Look, it actually contains ordinary zombies, White zombies, black zombies, and the very powerful flying corpse poison.
If it were just the first three, I would be able to deal with it.
It would be enough to find some glutinous rice to mix with my relic powder.
But I'm afraid I don't have the flying corpse poison.
The spiritual beings of heaven and earth cannot be eradicated at all.”
I was stunned when I heard this.
To be honest, my personal understanding of zombies is very simple.
It means resurrecting corpses, biting people and drinking blood.
Now I heard from Wangwang that there are so many types, so what level should the Corpse King be?
"Wangwang, what you said made me faint.
Can you give me some knowledge about the levels of zombies?"
When Wangwang heard this, although he was anxious, for a while he was helpless about the so-called flying zombie poison, so he sat down and started talking to me about zombies.
Zombies gather the grievances of heaven and earth, take the death energy of heaven and earth, and are born with bad luck.
Immortal, immortal, immortal, abandoned by the three realms of heaven, earth and man, outside the six realms of living beings, wandering and homeless.
The body is stiff, using resentment as power and blood as food in the human world.
There are many types of zombies, but we often divide zombies into the following categories: ordinary zombies, white-haired zombies, black-haired zombies, jumping zombies, and flying zombies.
Those who reach the level of flying zombies can be called the zombie king, and they can control the lower level zombies.
Zombies, so when the zombie king is born, nearby zombies will look up and worship.
Above the Flying Zombie King is the legendary Ba.
Also known as "Han Ba", "Fire Ba" and "Qian Ba", after hundreds of years of absorbing the essence of the flying corpse, its appearance has become more and more ferocious.
It can be said that the green face and fangs can eat people as a Rakshasa.
It can also change its body shape and appearance to confuse everyone.
It can kill dragons.
Heaven and earth can evacuate the god of plague, and plagues in dry weather are caused by this.
Of course, this demon is legendary, and it is still unknown whether it exists.
Now that I have a general understanding of zombies, I admire Wangwang more and more.
This guy is young and knows a lot more than me.
I really wonder if he remembers the memories of his previous life.
Otherwise, how could an eighteen or nineteen-year-old guy know everything?
Let's get back to the subject, now I've been poisoned by the corpse king.
I don't know if it's bad luck or the chief manager is too vicious.
Wangwang sighed softly, and then said: "Brother, how about this?
I will help you get rid of other corpse poisons for the time being.
As for the flying corpse poison, I will first seal your meridians with silver needles to prevent it from spreading too fast, and then we Think of other ways.”
As of now, that's all it can do.
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I immediately nodded in agreement, and then Wangwang took out relic powder and a bag of glutinous rice from his backpack.
When I took a look, I saw that he was indeed a master, and there was even glutinous rice.
I thought I had to buy it.
Wangwang immediately asked me to lie down, then mixed glutinous rice and relic powder, wrapped it in cloth and pressed it on my neck, and then I felt comfortable.
But when Wangwang took the cloth bag away from his hand, I realized that the original white cloth had turned into an ink-like black.
Wangwang threw the bag into the trash can, then took out a white towel from the bathroom and wiped my neck, and then I felt a burning pain.
Without saying a word, Wangwang immediately took out several small silver needles, only about two centimeters long, and stuck them on my neck.
After a while, he stopped.
And my neck is already covered with dense silver needles.
"Brother, the poison of the flying corpse is temporarily under control.
In the following days, you must not use your true energy again, otherwise, the corpse poison will spread throughout your body and you will no longer be a human being."
"Ah, if I am no longer a human being, what am I?"
Wangwang put away the silver needle and said calmly: "Zombie" I don’t want to be a zombie.
I am a good young man, but I have never been a human being.
How could I want to be a zombie?
But how can I get rid of my zombie poison?
Isn't it probably unrealistic to ask the little Taoist priest to help me suck it off again?
If I could really suck it off, Wangwang wouldn't be so anxious.
My mind went blank now, and I fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed.
This night, the little Taoist priest didn't bother anymore, so he passed smoothly without any danger.
Early the next morning, I saw a white khata lying next to my bed.
I know this was prepared by Wangwang for me.
Now my neck is full of silver needles.
I really should cover them up, otherwise others will think that I am a non-mainstream and a brainless person.
After wrapping the hada around my neck a few times, I walked to the mirror and took a look.
It looked good and handsome.
Wangwang approached the house at this time, and in his hand was a strong nylon rope.
"What are you doing with the rope?"
I asked in confusion.
"Use it to tie Brother Dao, otherwise we will have to fight with him again when the binding amulet loses its power."
When I heard this, it turned out to be the truth.
The little Taoist priest's ability is not simple.
Even if he fights with bare hands, neither of us may be his opponent.
After simply packing our luggage, we tied up the little Taoist priest.
His Purple Rainbow Sword is temporarily kept by Wangwang, while I carry on my back the broadsword that I snatched from the general in the ancient tomb.
Because the little Taoist priest was tied up all over, he had no choice but to call a black car.
If it were a normal taxi, they would definitely think we were selling people.
I left a thousand yuan for Sister Jing and my godmother to go back to City H as soon as possible.
There was no telling what dangerous things might happen here.
After saying goodbye to our godmother and Sister Jing, we went downstairs.
After leaving the hotel very smoothly, we immediately got into the van, which was a black taxi.
I asked the master to drive directly to an older temple nearby and ask for the one with the most incense.
Unexpectedly, the driver said that there was a Tianlong Temple nearby, and people offered incense every day.
The monks in the temple are all well versed in Buddhism and have a mind to help the world.
When I heard it, what are you waiting for?
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This is Tianlong Temple.
But when we got out of the car and walked up the steps, we discovered that the grandson driving a black taxi actually lied to us.
There is indeed a Tenryuji Temple here.
But wherever there is someone offering incense, it has probably been abandoned for half a century.
The world is really going downhill, even taxis are cheating people.
But this place is so out of the way that it’s too late to find another temple.
Wangwang looked at the dilapidated Tianlong Temple, and then said helplessly: "Brother, this is the place.
After all, it's just a temple.
I'll chant sutras and recite Buddha's name."
When I hear this, that's all I can do.
When we walked into the ancient temple, the ground was already covered with autumn leaves, and the steps were covered with moss.
The Buddha statues on the main hall were also covered with dust because they had not been cleaned for many years.
I tore off the cobwebs in front of the door with my hands, and then Wangwang and I carried the little Taoist priest in.
Fortunately, there are a few futons on the ground in front of the Buddha statue.
Although they are a bit dirty, they are better than sitting directly on the ground.
We gently put the little Taoist priest down, pillowed him with a futon, and took out a coat to cover him.
After dealing with this, Wangwang and I immediately knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and kowtowed three times.
I heard Wangwang speak immediately and said: "My great and compassionate Buddha, my friend is possessed by a demonic spirit and is unconscious.
I would like to chant sutras here for seven days and ask the Lord Buddha to give me Buddha's light to sweep away evil and filth."
After saying this, Wangwang immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, then took out a string of Buddhist beads from his pocket, and immediately began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
But this time, I really couldn't help because he was reading Sanskrit which I didn't understand.
As soon as the Wangwang Buddhist Sutra was recited, the little Taoist priest lying behind us started tossing restlessly.
Because his mouth was sealed by me, he could only moan and roar.
When I saw this, I couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
To be honest, the little Taoist spends more time with me than Wangwang.
If the little Taoist priest is my first brother, and Wangwang is the second.
Seeing him like this, I really couldn't bear it.
But I know I can't be soft-hearted, otherwise the little Taoist priest will never come back.
Wangwang was reciting scriptures, and I immediately got up, picked up the old broom in the room, and started cleaning it simply.
After a simple cleaning, the main hall was much cleaner.
I also fetched a bucket of water from a well in the courtyard and wiped the big Buddha statue with a towel from my bag.
Not to mention, the Buddha statue that was rubbed was like a light, which was very warm.
On both sides of the main hall, there were also eighteen Arhats, and I wiped them all.
After dealing with these, it was already dusk.
But something suddenly occurred to me.
There are no monks here, so how should we eat?
We can’t really go hungry for seven days and seven nights, right?
Come on, leave this hard work to me.
I took the black gold sword and immediately left the temple and walked into the nearby forest, hoping to find some game, even wild fruits.
I was walking alone in the forest, and the night slowly fell.
The mountain forest became very dark, and the dead branches and leaves on the ground made a crunching sound, like a wild beast gnawing on its prey.
A slightly cool evening breeze blew the branches on the trees, making a rustling sound.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
The field survival course in the army gave me a better understanding of how to survive in the jungle.
I immediately took out the black gold sword, held it in my hand, then turned on the flashlight in my phone and illuminated it in front.
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After walking about five miles, I suddenly heard the sound of silk.
My keen intuition told me that a snake was approaching me.
I stood motionless, holding the black gold sword tightly in my hand.
In just a few seconds, the snake was close to me.
I pointed my phone towards the source of the sound, but I didn't see any sign of a snake.
So what happened to the sound just now?
Did I hear it wrong?
Just when I was puzzled, a black shadow suddenly hit me from behind: