Zombie World: Helping the World

At this time, Old Master Tao also felt that his life was losing his life rapidly, so he quickly grabbed Qin Song and shouted in pain: "Master Qin Tian, ​​save me! Save me! Save me!"

Qin Song frowned and shook his head, letting him pull.

The face on the back had obviously grown up with Mrs. Tao.If it was forcibly cut off, Old Master Tao might die on the spot.

But if he was allowed to do evil on Old Master Tao's back like this, then Old Master Tao would inevitably turn into a zombie and die in the end.

At this time, Wang Dian heard the shouts from inside and strode in, just in time to see old Mrs. Tao kneeling on the ground with a thrilling scene on his back.

That face also smiled at him.

Wang Dian was terrified, his hair stood on end, his face turned pale, and he said tremblingly, "It's this thing again! It's this thing again!"

"It's back! It's back!"

"The madam and miss also had this thing on their backs!"

Wang Dian was so frightened that he fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

Daoist Jiang on the side hurried over to appease him and asked him what was going on.

At this moment, Qin Song just glanced at Wang Dian and didn't pay much attention to him.The face on the old master Tao's back also looked at Qin Song, as if he had come to life, and smiled mockingly at Qin Song, which was very frightening.

Qin Song supported his chin with his hand, pondering how to deal with it.

At this time, it was raining rumblingly outside, and in the dark clouds, there were lightning and thunder.The light in the entire house was suddenly dimmed, and everyone seemed to be in darkness.

Even the several delicate master lotus oil lamps that were burning around the table were also extinguished.

With a "bang", a huge electric light flashed across the sky, and the light also shone on Qin Song's face.

His expression was calm and calm, like a solemn ascetic.

The next moment, Qin Song made a formula with one hand, closed his eyes, and began to recite the Sutra of Saving People.

A mighty and solemn voice came from his throat like a soul, and it spread throughout the room in an instant.

His voice is like Hong Zhong Dalu, deterring all demons.His voice is like Sakyamuni's interpretation of Zen, and his voice is as light as the concerto of the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

As Qin Songdu continued to recite the mantra, the entire room and even the entire Tao family were covered by a majestic golden light.

All kinds of golden visions of ancient characters appeared from every corner.Blossoms are pure white and flawless, like white lotuses in the Queen Mother's Pond, gushing out from the ground with a faint golden light.

Daoist Jiang said in amazement: "Golden lotus springing from the ground, Sanskrit music from all realms?" His face was pious and solemn, and he folded his hands together and bowed deeply to Qin Song.

With the appearance of Qin Song's vision, the neighbors around Tao Mansion and the people in Qingshui Town began to talk about it.

"Hey, have you seen such a big Buddha's light, could it be that the Tao family has a Living Buddha?"

"What kind of Buddha's light? It's the golden light of great virtue. If you have a child, the grandpa of the Tao family will be 63. His wife died 15 years earlier than him. How can he live?"

"An expert manifests! Bodhisattva manifests! Immortal manifests!" Someone bowed devoutly in the direction of the Tao family.

"It's so beautiful and spectacular, and I don't know what kind of realm it takes to get to this point."

"I think, even the disciples of Baiyun Temple, even the abbot of Baiyun Temple, cannot have such a realm."

……

As Qin Song continued to recite the mantra, the face on Old Master Tao's back showed a terrified expression.

It kept screaming and struggling, but in vain.It is he himself who must take root and sprout on the back of Mrs. Tao.Taking old master Tao's flesh and blood as nourishment, it is naturally impossible to get rid of it so far.

The human face screamed and screamed, and after twisting and struggling, it gradually melted away.Like Haruyuki being illuminated by the scorching sun.

In the end, that human face gradually turned into a pool of green thick water, which flowed down Old Mrs. Tao's back.

On Old Master Tao's back, there was only a red pit of flesh left.

Qin Song gradually stopped reciting the Duren Sutra, and the golden light gradually dissipated.

When I looked again, Mrs. Tao was already unconscious on the ground, but the corpse aura on his body was gone.

Daoist Jiang at the side said to Qin Song: "Friend Daoist's cultivation is so unpredictable that he is really a fairy in the world."

"If there is a chance, please invite fellow Taoists to come to our Qingwei Sect to give lectures and discuss the Tao, so that my brothers and sisters from the same sect can admire the demeanor of the Taoist leader."

Qin Song just waved his hand, thinking deeply about the origin of that face.

……

The weather in May has gradually become hotter, and the green tung trees outside are dripping and creaking in the wind.

The Tao family, in the huge living room.

The gilded dragon screen with four corners blocks the draft coming in from the door.

In Tao's house, servants and servants walked back and forth, in a hurry, yelling and yelling in unison, one after another.

Qin Song sat in the upper seat of Tao's house, with a bowl of lotus seed ice powder and a bowl of West Lake Longjing tea on the table, made of expensive Jun kiln porcelain with cracked ice.

He took a sip of tea, and then asked: "Master Tao, can you tell me now, what is the thing on your back?"

Old Master Tao showed embarrassment, and said to Qin Song: "It's a long story, I didn't hide the previous matter on purpose, but it was an order from my ancestors not to tell outsiders casually, lest it will cause disaster, so I kept my mouth shut."

"I hope the priests don't mind, if you forgive me."

Qin Song waved hands with Taoist Jiang and Xiao Peng.

Old Master Tao's eyes were caught in memories, "My great-grandfather went to the southeastern Cambodia country to work as a tracker for that group of people, and followed that group into the mountains for a temple."

Qin Song raised his head in surprise, "Temple? What kind of temple is there in that place, which is worth their trekking and boasting thousands of miles to get to that temple?"

"Could it be the temple of the ancestors, and need to go to sacrifice?"

A look of fear flashed in Old Master Tao's eyes, "That temple is not the temple we ordinary people imagined."

"It's an evil temple, a temple dedicated to the evil gods by the local people."

"It is said that in that temple, as long as you make a wish to the evil god in the temple, you can get what you want and get inexhaustible wealth."

"At the same time, it can also make the whole family prosperous and prosperous, so that future generations can get rich and become officials and businessmen."

Xiao Peng on the side suddenly burst out laughing, "Where is there such a temple? It's just a trick of local aborigines to cheat foreigners of incense money. We also have quite a few here."

Daoist Jiang glanced over Xiaopeng's body, and taught him a lesson: "You need to talk too much here! What's your opinion, can't you listen to Master Tao's speech?"

Xiao Peng's face froze, and he laughed, "Master Tao, you go on, you go on, I won't interrupt."

Master Tao continued to talk, with a look of fear and reverence on his face.

"The rumors about that temple are true."

"Because, that's how our Tao family got rich."