Hong Kong Zongli Monks

Chapter 316

"Who is so damned, making such a joke!" Zhou Yuan said angrily.

Although he is idle and often does some bad things, he just wants to make meritorious deeds and get promoted.

If it involves the lives of the whole town, everyone will be angry.

"Of course, if it's what I think, we won't know until it's settled!" Zhixing said, looking at him with a smile.

While speaking, Mao Xiaofang recovered first, moved, and acted as usual, and said: "Finally I can move, I didn't even know there was such a zombie, and I was almost escaped!"

"The probability of this kind of zombie appearing is rare, and it's normal if you haven't seen it!" Zhixing replied.

"Have you seen it before?" Mao Xiaofang asked suspiciously.

He is dozens of years old, and Zhixing is so much younger. He wonders where he has seen so many types of zombies!
But considering Zhixing's strength, it is not surprising to see him often running around.

In the past, all he saw were zombies in flat halls, but today he was surprised to see zombies that could make people move and speak slowly.

"I've seen people manipulate water to attack, and they can turn into water to escape, and they can manipulate objects that can be picked up on the ground to attack, such as that stone!"

Zhixing pointed at a stone that weighed more than a hundred kilograms. With a movement of thought, it instantly flew over everyone's heads and hit the big stone on the other side hard. It made a loud "pop" sound and broke into several pieces.

It is conceivable how powerful it is to hit a stone against a stone.

Not only Song Zilong and the others, but even Mao Xiaofang were taken aback. If they hit ordinary people, they would either die or be injured.

Zhixing took a look at their surprised expressions, and continued: "And you can manipulate seven or eight large stones at a time, it's hard to guard against!"

"Then isn't he invincible?" Zhou Yuan exclaimed again.

"No, I still shot them to death, because they think they are zombies, they are different, and they want to turn the world into a world of zombies, so that everyone is of the same kind!"

Then, Chiyuki told the story of Kazuo Yamamoto in a serious manner, and they were taken aback for a while.

"What kind of power did you use just now, Yuanshen? Can you manipulate flying swords and thousands of horses to take heads?" Mao Xiaofang was still curious about this kind of power.

"I haven't cultivated Yuanshen yet. This is just the power of the soul, which can also be said to be spiritual power. How big the heart is, how strong the power is!" Zhixing explained.

"I have never seen such power before, and it is so powerful. How could you do this?"

"I have practiced the secret art of the soul since I was a child, and after I became successful, I developed various abilities myself!"

"There is no limit to learning, and I'm just watching the sky from a well!" Mao Xiaofang said in a low voice.

For strength, who is not the pursuit of life.

When it was getting dark, Song Zilong and Zhou Yuan didn't want to wait in the wilderness, so they went back first.

A group of celebrities came, and I don't know if they will do something tonight.

Mao Xiaofang ordered several apprentices to move out the wooden boards from the house and prepare to burn the corpse.

A large pile of wooden boards were removed, and the corpses were piled up on top of them. It was two people high. Fortunately, there was still a ladder in the abandoned house that was not decayed, and it was barely usable.

The furniture inside is complete and everything should not be moved.

Yin evil Binghan, it was Zhixing who went in to demolish the house and threw the wood out.

Yu Dachu and Ma Xiaohai had been in for less than a minute, and they were about to fail.

At such a young age, I can't even endure the cold.

Zhixing saw Mao Xiaofang go in and walk around, his expression became more and more serious.

"Mao Daochang, have you seen how the yin land came from?"

"I think there may be something buried under the house, and it has accumulated over the years to form the cold evil!"

"Zombie, Magical Artifact? The surrounding environment can't form such a strong Yin Sha, unless it has been buried in the ground for more than ten or 20 years and has been absorbing the essence of the moon, there will be such a refined cold evil!"

"I think zombies have more chances!" Mao Xiaofang said after thinking for a while.

"Being able to absorb Yuehua autonomously, when he comes out, I don't know how powerful it is!"

"No matter what it is, let's dig it out and have a look tomorrow!" Mao Xiaofang shook his head and said.

Zhixing didn't even duck down to look, the coldness that was exposed on the surface was so powerful, it's okay to go down to the ground.

The most fearful thing is that evil spirits will invade the brain, which will cause endless troubles.

Lighting the fire outside, Mao Xiaofang overtook them, a lot of things burned until midnight before turning off the fire.

The next day, when the sun rose, Zhixing, Mao Xiaofang and other teachers and apprentices went over to uncover the roof, and went to dig in the main hall in the afternoon.

"It really is a zombie, it should have been caused by accident!"

Just as Yu Dachu and Ma Xiaohai dug up a corpse, Mao Xiaofang rushed over to look at it impatiently.

"Buried the body in the middle of his hall, maybe his son did it, otherwise who would do that!"

Zhixing also went over and saw an old man in the pit. His clothes were in tatters, but he looked like an old man who had just died.

"This is Zhou Dashou. His wife died early, and he lives with his son Zhou Can. 19 years ago, Zhou Can married a girl from Gantian Town!"

Mao Xiaofang slowly told the story of the family: "One year later, they all moved out. Unexpectedly, Zhou Dashou died that year and was still buried in the hall!"

"Burn it right away, there is an extremely dark array underneath to raise the corpse, it will be troublesome when he wakes up!" Zhixing glanced at it and said.

"Okay, I don't want to bother!" Mao Xiaofang also said.

Lifting the old man outside, Zhixing spit out flames and immediately burned.

I dug in again and found a dozen spiritual stones with little spiritual energy left at the bottom. They were probably arranged according to the formation, but now they were dug out of order.

"It's a big deal, spending so many spirit stones to raise corpses, I'm afraid there are quite a lot of schemes!"

Seeing that the spiritual stones were dug up in a mess, the coldness gradually dissipated.

The method of setting up the formation is not very clever, or the formation is formed by accident, but there are more than a dozen spirit stones, which makes people feel surprised.

You must know that people with deep backgrounds like Uncle Jiu and Mao Xiaofang don't have spirit stones, so who has so many spirit stones!

"Mao Daochang, are there any other Feng Shui masters in this town before?" Zhixing asked Mao Xiaofang on the way back.

"I haven't heard of it, my master and my brother!"

"I took a look just now. There shouldn't be any trouble after burning this corpse. Maybe the person who set up the formation is already dead!"

"It's good that there are no future troubles. It is definitely not easy for someone who can take out more than a dozen spirit stones!" Mao Xiaofang just nodded and said.

"Hehe, maybe he got it occasionally. It seems that the method of setting up the formation is simple, and his cultivation level will not be higher than yours!"

Zhixing is sure that he is not a cultivator, but has learned Feng Shui and has a formation map, so he messed up the formation.

This effect can be achieved because when the moon is oblique to the west, the light in the river is projected onto the abandoned house, and the transparent tiles on the roof shine into the burial place.

There are many factors that naturally make it a cold place.

"Yeah, I also see that it's not the formation under the corpse that has this effect, but I don't know if it was deliberately arranged or it was done by accident!"

"Even if it's arranged deliberately, it's just a trick. From the looks of it, it should be done by some heretics, or they've been killed long ago!"

After hearing this, Mao Xiaofang nodded and did not speak again, and returned to Fuxi Hall after a while.

(End of this chapter)