After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Lingyun Sutra: This is a fragment of the Du'e Sutra. With its lofty aspirations, it can suppress all evils in the world.

Note: This sutra is only effective against evil things.

Qin He's eyes lit up. This was a good thing.

The Lingyun Temple's sutra is called "Lingyun Zhenxie Sutra". I don't know if it is exactly the same as the "Lingyun Sutra" or different.

He studied decisively and immediately engraved the entire Lingyun Sutra into Qin He's mind. He would never forget it even if the world ended and the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled.

The text is very difficult to understand and convoluted.

What’s even more difficult is that its pronunciation cannot be read literally, but is a completely different syllable.

Its essence is to use sound to stir up the remaining will of the gods, gather the positive energy of heaven and earth, and suppress all evil.

When chanting, every syllable must be correct. Many people spend their entire lives unable to recite even the first paragraph of the scripture smoothly, let alone the entire text.

But Qin He's skill is different. Once you learn it, you not only know how to do it, but you also master it.

Now Qin He can recite it backwards.

Oh, it’s so magical.

We don't understand the principle.

Then comes the second reward, corpse mane (pronounced zong).

It is a very small roll, just like the thread used to sew clothes, but it is extremely fine. The small roll is enough to weave into an extra-large net.

There is no need to say much about its strength. It can even cut into pieces a corpse cage that is as hard as gold and iron, and the Sword of Wisdom can withstand it.

It is a good material for setting up an array and will definitely be useful in the future.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Qin He tucked it into the space under his armpit, yawned with his head open, and fell asleep in a daze. The magical clothes turned into a thick cotton coat.

The big turtle was already used to it. He gently shoveled the ashes away, stretched his neck to take a half-eaten ginseng from the beam, and began to chew it happily.

"Om~"

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly illuminated the sky, followed by a muffled thunder.

The sound was not loud, obviously it was far away.

The big turtle looked up at the sky, a strange look flashed in Green Bean's eyes, he shook his head, lowered his head again, and continued to eat.

At night, the huge capital city is quiet.

The snow, which had stopped for many days, started falling again.

An unknown Taoist temple somewhere in the suburbs of Beijing.

The Taoist priest looked dejected. What happened tonight made him feel as if he was incomplete.

But he couldn't tell exactly where he felt the sense of loss.

He didn't lose any flesh, the only thing that hurt was the Immortal Binding Rope, but no matter how precious it was, it was still a piece of property outside his body.

This feeling made him feel depressed.

After pondering for a long time, the Taoist finally understood.

It’s because I was crushed and controlled.

That playful guy was unfathomable. With every gesture he made, he could destroy the fighting spirit in his heart.

"Under the seat of the Great Immortal Qingniu, is Wuming?"

A dark light flashed in the Taoist's eyes. He pressed his knuckles and said slowly, "I want to see who you are."

After saying this, the Taoist priest began to count with his fingers.

One calculation.

Hmm? Dead people?

Calculate again!

The secret is hidden?

Count again!

Or is it a secret hidden by heaven?

A look of deep surprise flashed across the Taoist's face. After pondering for a moment, his magical power swelled up all over his body, stirring up a whirlwind on the ground, causing his clothes to rustle.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law, I calculate!!"

"I'll count!"

"I'll calculate again!"

"I'll calculate again!!"

The Taoist priest counted with his fingers faster and faster, and sparks flew everywhere.

suddenly!

The Taoist priest stopped abruptly, his face filled with horror.

Looking up at the sky, a flash of lightning rapidly magnified in his eyes.

"not good!"

"Boom~~"

The next moment, half of the Taoist temple was engulfed in thunder and lightning.

The violent aura almost tore everything apart.

A streak of lightning shot into the Taoist's crotch. No one knew, let alone noticed, that streak of lightning instantly penetrated the golden egg, and a tiny crack slowly appeared in the outer shell of the golden egg.

……

The accumulated snow has not yet melted, and new snow has fallen.

Thousands of miles of ice and snow, tens of thousands of miles of snow, the vast northern country is all white.

Early in the morning, a fast horse galloped in from the east gate. The horseshoes kicked up sparks in the snowless city gate. The person on the horse was wrapped in the wind and snow, and the post flag fluttered behind him.

When pedestrians saw this, they all dodged.

Soon, a shocking piece of news spread rapidly among the people.

The disaster victims in Lu raised the White Lotus banner, killed officials and rebelled, conquered three counties in a row, and captured Laizhou Prefecture.

Dengzhou deputy general Kong Wude failed to suppress the rebellion and retreated to Dengzhou. The White Lotus army was so powerful that it had spread like wildfire and was dividing its troops to attack Qingzhou and Dengzhou.

Shandong Governor Gu Liangyou was unable to suppress the rebellion and urgently asked for help.

On this day, the capital was shaken.

Just after sending Di Lu away, the White Lotus Demon started to cause trouble again.

The emperor, who had been in poor health since the disappearance of Madam Fengsheng, urgently summoned all the ministers in the cabinet to discuss the matter. He issued a series of decrees and fast horses left the city in all directions.

The messenger spread the message in all directions.

Plainclothes Feiyu spies on the enemy.

The pale-faced, beardless eunuch followed closely behind, supervising the provision of food, wages, and military supplies.

The rusty and crumbling state machine of Dali had not yet caught its breath under the shadow of the Di Lu's horses' hooves, and it began to puff out black smoke and rumble again.

However... all this has nothing to do with the people of the capital, at least for now.

There are seven things you need to do every day: firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. When you need to work, you work, and when you need to curse, you curse.

Compared with the disaster victims in Shandong who had no food or clothing and could only take a gamble, the refugees in the capital were happy. The porridge was distributed every day in the porridge stalls. Although there was less and less rice and more bran, at least they could still have something to eat for the time being and would not starve to death.

There were still clothes to wear. In the past few days, the refugees who could not bear it died in batches, and all their clothes were stripped off. Although they were torn, rotten and smelly, at least they could cover their bodies.

The big guys found an uninhabited house to nest in and lived one day at a time.

The capital was still bustling with activity, and the newly fallen snow was quickly trampled into mud.

There is a lot of traffic and people are talking about buying and selling.

Among the crowd, a young man wearing Feiyuwei uniform stood out.

When pedestrians and vendors saw him, they all gave way.

But there was no arrogance on the young man's face. He was hesitant, as if he was making some important decision.

After turning three or two, the Feiyu youth arrived at the entrance of Changling Lane.

There was a stall set up there, covered with a shiny new yellow cloth with four big words written on it: Specialized in treating hysteria.

Behind the stall sat a Taoist priest, his eyes covered with black cloth and wearing linen clothes.

The Feiyu youth's expression turned from hesitation to confusion, and he slowly walked to the stall.

The old blind man listened with his ears attentively, but his eyes seemed to be unable to see anything.

"Master, don't you want to tell fortunes anymore?" asked the Feiyu young man doubtfully.

The old blind man said dejectedly, "Forget it. If you want to have your fortune told, please go somewhere else."

"Actually~I'm not here to tell fortunes."

The Feiyu youth gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say, "I do feel that I am somewhat different from others."