Ziqing said to this filial son: "These people are all bitten to death by zombies, and they will also become zombies because they are infected, and they need to be burned in flames and their ashes exposed to the sun to get rid of their anger."
As for this, it has sucked human blood, and has turned into an iron corpse, if it is allowed to absorb the essence for a few more months, it will advance to become a bronze corpse, and the disaster is endless, and it needs to be split with thunder and lightning to disperse its vitality, and then burned with fire, and exposed to the scorching sun, in order to ensure the safety of one party."
The old woman and the filial son looked at each other, and they had to use thunder to split the sky, they were not afraid that others would gossip, and they would try their best to prevent the reputation of being unfilial and unvirtuous, and they would try their best to cremate the bodies of their ancestors, which was a great disobedience and disrespect, but I didn't expect that now they would not only have to be burned with fire, but also let the thunder split One of the most vicious curses in the world is "being struck by lightning", oh my God, what did you do in your last life, and you would end up like this.
After Ziqing finished speaking, she stood there with a flat expression, as long as they hesitated for a moment, or said that she was a pseudo-Taoist, she would pat her ass and leave, even if they asked for it in the future, they would not come.
Well, if I leave today, there won't be a single one of the twenty or so people left here Those servants and maids wanted to come forward to persuade them, but their status was there, and they looked at Ziqing with begging eyes.
Zi Jing glanced at the courtyard gate behind him, didn't they know how to run, didn't the zombies pounce and didn't know how to escape, and even if they couldn't do this, they only saved a few servile skins.
The old woman thought about the frightened scene last night, and she didn't dare to say bad things about Ziqing again.
But thinking that if she agreed to burn her late husband's body with lightning splitting, what would outsiders think of her, she would break her backbone She threw herself on the ground, crying out to the heavens and grabbing the ground, "Oh my God, why is my life so bitter?"
Zijing frowned, she didn't like to talk to this kind of unclear person, this was not the time to show her benevolence and virtue, and she would move her eyes to "filial piety".
"Filial son" wanted to agree, after all, he had seen with his own eyes how his father had bitten people to death, and the fear of imminent death had made him still weak.
What relatives, what blood and bones, what love and care, everything is gone with death, and it is good to be good.
He called his father, his father, his ancestors, but the monster with its long fangs, bloody mouth, and blood dripping with sharp nails and scraps of flesh still roared and pounced on him, and there was only bloodthirsty longing in his blood-stained eyes, no, no, he was no longer his father.
The immortal master is right, he is a zombie, a zombie who has no reason and no humanity to speak of But when he saw his mother lying on the ground grief-stricken, he really couldn't bear it, or he was afraid that he would be charged with disobedience and unfilial piety if he was "stronger" now.
In any case, they can't let outsiders poke their backbone.
The filial son knelt down with Ziqing with a puff, "Immortal Master, please, is there any other way?"
Zi Jing said lightly: "I have no other way, if you don't want to, I won't force it."
I don't have any merit in this person, I respect the wishes of my employer very much, you don't agree to burn these infected corpses, and you don't want to dispose of this zombie that has evolved into a bronze corpse, I won't persuade you to become a wicked person who is cursed by spitting.
Well, for the sake of my visit, this is a hidden charm, which can ensure that you will not be killed in three days.
You can go to another Daoist and take your leave. ” Ziqing threw down a pile of talisman papers again, and then floated away.
"Immortal Master, Immortal Master" Ziqing didn't stop at all.
She used to see too many episodes of being misunderstood, cursed, and resented by others in order to protect the safety of other people's lives and property.
Every time she sees it, she thinks fiercely in her heart, if it were herself, she would never be the one who was wronged and stupid.
Save, can save, deserve to be saved.
If you don't even have the ability to realize and introspect at all, what is the use of saving it?
Two days later, the filial son actually invited Wei Yifan, Wei Yike, and several senior brothers of Zhengyizong to come with Hua Ling.
Why are these two enemies again?
Seeing this, Zijing almost wanted to hit the wall with remorse.
Everyone worked together, and it took a day to dispose of all these mutated zombies.
And this estate is completely ruined More than 40 lives, Wan'an Temple dispatched more than 20 monks to carry out a seven-day exceedance for the deceased Everyone's eyes looking at Ziqing were full of resentment Wei Yifan looked at Ziqing, his brows were tightly locked, and the strange disappointment seemed to have a little disgust In the courtyard, in a field of cigarette smoke, the white spirit flags were pulled by the wind and hunted, and the copper coins and paper were flying, and the chanting of the monks carried through the souls of people as if there was some kind of magic.
Ziqing couldn't help but feel a kinship, her heart began to waver, and she began to doubt whether everything she did was correct and whether the so-called principles she adhered to were meaningful With more than 40 lives, she can save their lives as long as she holds on a little longer.
Even if you are infamous on your back, even if you are cursed by the other party, how can you save someone's life and create a seventh-level floating slaughter.
When his consciousness was shaken, the senior monk of Wan'an Temple walked in front of Ziqing, Amitabha Buddha, and played a Buddha horn.
Ziqing returned the gift.
"As a member of the Daomen, the donor has indeed gone too far to do this."
Ziqing didn't know how to answer, she stood there alone, behaving at a loss, and everyone looked at her with different eyes.
She is like a cursed demon, abandoned, isolated "Master's words are wrong, everything my junior sister does is compassion, how can it be too much" A low and stern voice suddenly sounded.
Ziqing suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Wei Yike "Third Senior Brother" Zijing screamed weakly, and at this time, she found that she was really weak and helpless.
Wei Yike gave her a reassuring look, a persistent and powerful feeling.
"Amitabha, since the donor already knows that zombies are a disaster, why should he let them develop and not stop them, isn't it too much to do so?"
the master's voice was slow and long, full of compassion.
Wei Yike pointed to the hidden talismans on the ground, "Master, please see, these are hidden talismans drawn by senior sister one by one, which is enough to keep everyone safe."
But they didn't cherish it, and slandered my junior sister as a pseudo-Taoist priest, and threw away these talismans as garbage, is this also my junior sister doing too much When he begged my junior sister again, my junior sister didn't take Qiao, and came directly to clean up the scourge, but they still hindered my junior sister's actions.
How should the master deal with the strong opposition of his family?"
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