Yunduo: "What are you doing? Mr. Huang wants to save my parents."

The middle-aged man sneered: "I haven't dried up my breasts, I don't know how high the world is. Have you ever seen ghosts and monsters? I dare to talk about saving people? It's ridiculous."

Yunduo: "Who are you?"

The village chief came up and lowered his voice and said, "Yunduo, don't offend them. These people are real masters. During this period, strange things have occurred in the village. Do the third brother at the entrance of the village know? He has been dead for three years. A few days ago, I saw him jumping in the back mountain. I reported this to the point. This is the person sent by the superiors. The oldest person came to our village sixty years ago. At that time, your grandfather was still a little kid. The other two were his disciples."

Some of the villagers recognized the centenarian.

An old man with all his teeth was extremely excited: "Old god?! Is it really you? I haven't seen you for sixty years, and your style is still the same. I'm saved! We're saved! Sixty years ago, zombies came out of our village. It was this old god who came down to earth. He eliminated the zombies and invited a Yin god for us to build a temple to protect our safety. The old god is here now, and our village is saved!"

Many people in the village don’t know this old man.

But what happened sixty years ago was not far away.

After dinner, there is not much entertainment. The villagers like the most is sitting together and chatting and talking about strange things in the past.

The old man's name is Chen Zhongxuan, and he is a lay Taoist priest.

It was passed down by the reputation of the elderly in the village and exaggerated it and became a god.

An old man said that he was holding a peach wood sword and chasing three zombies.

An old man said that he showed his gossip mirror and the moon dared not win glory.

An old man said that he had gone through the underworld and invited the Ghost King from the underworld to think of the guardian of the Dharma. The Ghost King called him brothers and brothers.

An old man said that he could invite the Monkey King to kill demons and eliminate demons.

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But in fact, no one has seen the incidents back then with his own eyes. They are just spreading rumors.

Chen Zhongxuan resolved the disaster sixty years ago, but it was true.

Huang Xiaoyu squinted her eyes and looked at Chen Zhongxuan.

I have good maintenance and should have practiced the kung fu in the world and have a strong body.

Don’t mention whether you are a master. At such an old age, your teeth are almost gone and you have not cultivated internal energy. You are not a practitioner. You can still not support me. It’s good enough to walk by yourself.

His two disciples are agile.

Chen Zhongxuan smiled and waved his hand, shouting: "Dear fellow villagers, I already know what's going on here. How can we practitioners let demons run rampant? Our mission is to return a bright and peaceful world. It's too late, so everyone will go back and rest early. I promise that after tonight, there will be no strange things in your village."

The village chief arranged the work, and the people watching the fun gradually dispersed.

Only Chen Zhongxuan and two apprentices, village chief, Yun Duo and Huang Xiaoyu were left in the yard.

Chen Zhongxuan stared at Yun Duo's parents for a while, and his face was solemn: "What a heavy corpse, unprecedented, unprecedented! A big rice dumpling came out in your village. Where did the third brother at the entrance of the village be buried after he died three years ago?"

Village Chief: "Near Kanerjing Cemetery."

Chen Zhongxuan frowned: "Kanerjing? That place was the cemetery I personally chose for your village sixty years ago. It hides wind and water, is a Feng Shui treasure land, not a corpse raising place, and it is impossible for zombies to emerge."

The village chief shivered: "Old immortal, you can't be unprotected. If you have no idea in your heart, what should we do?"

Chen Zhongxuan looked unhappy.

Disciple Wang Er said calmly: "Rareless! You dare to disrespect my master. He is just suspicious. I can kill ten zombies that have been around for three years, not to mention my master."

The village chief apologized repeatedly: "It's me wrong, it's me wrong. Don't be angry, the old god and the two heavenly masters."

Another disciple, Ma Wu, said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, have you prepared all the things you have prepared?"

Village Chief: "It's all! There's no shortage of black dog blood, black donkey hooves, mo Dou, big roosters that have been growing for three years, are all complete. Donkeys that are killed now, and dogs that are killed now."

Chen Zhongxuan thought for a while and said, "Come twelve dogs in your village, six men and six women. There is no age limit."

Yunduo: "I am a dog. This year's twenty-fourth."

The village chief was stunned for a moment and quietly pulled Yunduo's sleeve: "Old god, why are you looking for people born in the Year of the Dog? We are all ordinary people, don't you want to follow you to catch zombies. We can only hold back."

Chen Zhongxuan: "If you don't understand, don't ask. Of course it is impossible to count on you ordinary people to catch zombies. I want these people, there is something else to do."

Huang Xiaoyu was a little happy.

Chen Zhongxuan, who claims to be a Taoist practitioner, calls him an ordinary person.

It's very ignorant of the sky and the earth.

It’s not scary to be old. You rely on your seniority to show off, and you are a person who has no strength, so it’s a bit too much.

That's right, he admitted that Chen Zhongxuan and the others had some skills.

For example, if Ma Wu takes out a gourd and feeds Yun Duo's parents with the water in the gourd, it can indeed drive away the corpse gas.

But that has nothing to do with ability, it is the gourd that works.

Among the boxes these people brought, there were a few things that emitted a faint magic power, which was far from being a magic weapon used by those who practice Taoism, but it still had some effect on some weak ghosts and newly transformed zombies.

As for talismans and other things, Huang Xiaoyu never cared about it.

There are three thousand roads, how many people can understand?

People with only a few understandings like to be teachers and mistakenly spread the great way. The more they pass, the more they pass, the narrower they pass, and the more they pass, the less they pass. I am afraid that they cannot even be considered as a superficial one, and at most they have a slight shadow. How can these people understand the real Tao?

But Huang Xiaoyu still thinks it's quite fun.

He said: "For those born in the year of the dog, six men and six women, are they useful for killing zombies?"

Chen Zhongxuan frowned again: "Children, what do you know?"

Huang Xiaoyu: "I know a lot."

Yun Duo hurriedly said, "Old immortal, this is my friend. He is really amazing. He can release flames in his palms, just like a lighter."

Chen Zhongxuan was stunned and raised his head and laughed.

Wang Er and Ma Wu looked at each other and laughed out loud.

After a while, Wang Er snorted coldly, with a sarcastic look on his face: "The tricks of the world, the magic used to pick up girls. Even if it is really a bit capable, what can the lighter-sized flames do? Light a cigarette for the zombies?"

Ma Wu: "Boy, I advise you to go back and forth. What you will have tonight is not something you can imagine. You may not be able to understand in your life. There will be so many strange and terrifying existences in this world. This has already exceeded the range you can imagine."

Huang Xiaoyu: "I really want to have a better understanding."

Chen Zhongxuan: "Okay! You are not afraid of death, just follow me. Tonight, I will let you see what is boundless magic power!"
Chapter completed!