Zombie World: Helping the World

Qin Song walked to the entrance of Lanruo Temple, looking at this huge ruin-like building, he was also fascinated.

Qin Song sighed endlessly: "I don't know how magnificent Lanruo Temple was back then, and how many pilgrims there should be. Now it is so dilapidated. It's really a hundred years of life, and the trees are like this. What can people do?"

At this moment, Qin Song suddenly heard a greeting.

"Brother, may I ask how to get to Lanruo Temple?" The voice was clear and clear, making Qin Song look sideways.

Qin Song looked, and saw a monk in white robes, with a face as handsome as a star, and a little red cinnabar between his brows, holding a golden Zen staff, one hand in front of him, and saluted Qin Song politely.

Qin Song couldn't help frowning and thought, "Is this a ghost from Lanruo Temple?"

Otherwise, in Lanruo Temple, a dilapidated and desolate place occupied by monsters, how could there be such a seemingly extraordinary monk.

But Qin Song sensed it carefully, and didn't feel the slightest ghost or monster aura from the young monk in front of him, and the monster hunting compass on his body didn't respond at all.

At this moment, Qin Song felt a mighty righteousness of Buddhism from this monk.

The situation has changed.Qin Song thought.

He didn't evade, and said to the monk: "The land you are standing on now is Lanruo Temple."

The monk clasped his hands together, saluted Qin Song with a smile and said, "Thank you, brother. The little monk is vague and lost his way for a while, so he came to stay at Lanruo Temple. Dare I ask your name, brother?"

Qin Song clasped his fists and said, "I am Qin Song."

Suddenly, Xu Miao clasped his fists and said, "It turns out that he is fellow Taoist Qin Song, who has been admiring him for a long time."

Qin Song was startled, thinking that all monks are so hypocritical now?I am not famous at all, so why have I admired him for so long?
Xu Miao's heart was clear and clear, so from the expression on Qin Song's face, one could tell what Qin Song was thinking.

Xu Miao clasped his hands together and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin Song is wondering how the little monk knew the name of Fellow Daoist Qin."

"Qinglong Town, the Golden Statue of Wei Tuo, and the Eastern Luotian Demon Hinajubi, you should know about it now, Fellow Daoist Qin."

Qin Song said in surprise: "Do you know the master of Buddhism who cultivated the golden body of Wei Tuo?"

Xu Miao nodded, suddenly looked sad, and said: "That's my senior brother in Baiyun Temple. When he was going to practice in Heifeng Mountain near Qinglong Town, he encountered Hinakupi making trouble."

"So that senior brother fought with Shinajupi and fell there."

Qin Song's heart immediately rose to respect, and said: "The eminent monk of Baiyun Temple is righteous."

Under the scorching sun at noon, Xu Miao seemed to have a circle of Buddha light behind him, "Don't mention this. Brother Qin, why did you come to Lanruo Temple?"

Qin Song said: "I came to Lanruo Temple to find something."

Xu Miao smiled and said, "Brother Qin, did you ever find it?"

Qin Song shook his head and said, "No."

Xu Miao said: "If possible, the poor monk can look for it for Fellow Daoist Qin."

Qin Song shook his head, rejected his kindness, and said, "Thank you Xu Miao for your kindness, I should be able to find this thing myself."

Qin Song asked: "I don't know what you, Bhikkhu Xuwu, are doing in Lanruo Temple?"

Xu Miao said: "Before, there was an eminent monk in my Baiyun Temple. He was my senior uncle. His Dharma name was Xu Xuan, and he fell here."

"This time, I was ordered by the host to come to Lanruo Temple to welcome back the bones of my uncle, and to eradicate the monsters in Lanruo Temple, so as to restore peace to the people around here."

After hearing this, Qin Song also said: "Baiyun Temple is really a high school of Buddhism. If I have time, I will definitely visit it."

Xu Miao said with a smile: "Then wait for Fellow Daoist Qin to come."

Qin Song chatted with Xu Miao for a while, then found a room for Xu Miao and went back.

Qin Song sat in his room, frowning and thinking deeply.

"Now there's another Void from Baiyun Temple. Judging by his cultivation, he doesn't look weak. Their temple can have a hard-faced monk. It proves that the overall strength of their Baiyun Temple is not bad. .”

"And as a representative of Baiyun Temple, he was approved to be sent out to Lanruo Temple to collect the bones of the seniors and complete the work that the monks of the seniors did not complete. Xu Miao must have his own uniqueness."

"The plot of A Chinese Ghost Story has also begun to change. I don't know what new variables will arise in the future."

Qin Song sighed: "Don't let such things as Hinakupi and Zombie King come out again."

……

In the current Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia, Qin Song, Ning Caichen and Xu Miao lived.

The four of them lived in four rooms respectively.

These four rooms have been designated as four targets by the grandma who is in the Great Hall of Great Heroes, and she has dispatched the elite among the many female ghosts under her command, and decided to feed them all as blood tonight.

……

that night.

In the dilapidated small temple where Yan Chixia lived, there was a sudden burst of silk and bamboo orchestral music.

Yan Chixia felt a ghostly aura coming, and suddenly opened her sharp eyes.

Yan Chixia shouted: "Where is the evildoer!"

As soon as the words fell, he had turned over and walked outside the small temple.

At this moment, Lao Wuqiaoer, who was dressed in green clothes and dressed like a lady, appeared in front of Yan Chixia with tears in her eyes.

"Hero, hero. Help me, help me." Qiao'er was crying unnaturally.

Yan Chixia frowned and said, "You female ghost, stop pretending to be pitiful to me."

He drew his sword, but he didn't make a move.

Seeing this, Qiaoer was overjoyed and cried even more.

With runny nose and tears, she crawled up to Yan Chixia, and said, "Hero, I was originally a girl from the Jia family who passed by Lanruo Temple a hundred years ago, with a pure nature."

"Unexpectedly, I was killed by robbers here. That's all. For a hundred years, there has been a big monster in the temple, which has imprisoned my soul."

"I can't be reincarnated, I can't be reincarnated. I can only do it for her in Lanruo Temple, coaxing the man, and feeding it with blood."

"I've endured it for a hundred years, but I can't take it any longer. Hero, hero, I implore you, please save me." Qiaoer's face was full of tears.

When Yan Chixia heard what he said, her face turned pale, and a wave of emotion also appeared in his heart.

Yan Chixia's expression was not as vigilant and serious as before, and she said: "Get up first, you have something to say. If you really have a grievance, the harm in the past was forced by that locust tree demon, I will stand up for you and help you reincarnation."

Seeing Yan Chixia's actions, Qiao'er was overjoyed, and a cruel look inadvertently flashed in her eyes.

Old Wu Qiaoer held a folding fan in his hand, and his whole body was limp, wanting to throw himself into Yan Chixia's arms.

"Thank you, hero, thank you. If that day comes, there will be no repayment for your kindness. I would like to be husband and wife with you in the next life." As she said, she cried even more emotionally.

Even Yan Chixia, who has always been insensitive to feelings, was moved by her lovely and pitiful appearance, and wanted to help Qiao'er in a long green dress.