Chapter 52 Chao Wen Dao
"Most of the Taoist priests in Hong Kong are from the Maoshan sect. Although I have not practiced Taoism for many years, if you really think about it, maybe your father and I still know each other."
Uncle Ming glanced at Chen Bin, who had a gloomy face, and sighed: "Being a Taoist priest in Hong Kong Island requires money but no money, and status but no status. A monk can go to recite sutras and still fast.
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But if you really want to ask you to do something for nothing, and you can't compete with those societies, you won't be able to lose face. Over time, you will have no choice but to starve to death or change careers. ”
He took a cup of tea from the altar and drew a talisman on the cup with his finger. Uncle Ming motioned to Chen Bin to open his mouth and drink.
"How did you escape? The Zombie King is not an ordinary zombie. It can suck you in even from a distance of more than ten meters. It is as easy as taking objects from the air."
"Just good luck."
Chen Bin held the tea cup, shocked, "Ma Lei was already a second-level alchemist, but he died in less than two rounds. I can survive mainly because of this amulet left by my dead father. "
Chen Bin took out a piece of talisman paper folded into a triangle from his clothes and handed it to Uncle Ming to see.
The talisman paper had turned black all over and was obviously corroded.
"Liu Jia Life Talisman." Uncle Ming was a little surprised, "Unlike other talismans, a Taoist priest cannot refine a few of these talismans in his lifetime, and he has to match the weather and the eight characters. This is equivalent to asking for a talisman from the Heavenly Lord. Your father gave you this talisman because he obviously loves you very much.”
"Hey, I'd rather he didn't refine this amulet. If he had been kinder to me during his lifetime, maybe I can have some good memories when I think of him now."
Chen Bin said as he put the talisman back into his clothes and put it away carefully.
Uncle Ming didn't say much about other people's family affairs, but he just talked about Chen Bin's injury.
"The zombie king's corpse poison is very fierce. Although Yin Xiu treated you first, you delayed it for too long and the corpse poison has penetrated into your bones. These medicines will not help you much."
After saying that, he threw the few pills in Chen Bin's hand to Yin Xiu, "He can't use it anymore, but we can still use it. Let's put it aside and don't waste it. This medicine is quite expensive."
Chen Bin smiled sadly, "Sure enough, I'm going to turn into a zombie, right?"
Yin Xiu said quickly: "Don't worry, we won't just watch you turn into a zombie."
"That's right, we will help you become a zombie before you become a zombie." Uncle Ming said calmly.
Listening to the two of them singing together like this, Chen Bin didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, he just sat there dejectedly.
Seeing him like this, Uncle Ming was so angry that he kicked him off the stool and fell to the ground.
"After all, you are also a Taoist disciple, and looking like this bird makes people angry! We are Maoshan Taoist priests, not evil cultivators. I can't stand to watch people turn into zombies."
As he said that, he looked at Yin Xiu again, "Get a snake from the glass jar. I want the one with two heads."
Yin Xiu turned around and headed in the direction Uncle Ming pointed at, and entered the small room that he had never entered before. There were three closets and several shelves against the wall, filling the small space. of.
Except for a few dark clay pots, the others were all bottles or small jars made of glass.
In addition to snakes, there were also centipedes, scorpions and some weird things that couldn't be named.
"Uncle Ming is already this old, why do you still think about arousing your masculinity?"
Yin Xiu muttered, and finally found the one with two heads in the glass tank where more than a dozen snakes were soaking, their limbs intertwined with each other like plant roots. Holding back the sticky nausea, Yin Xiu untied the tangled snakes, fished out the two-headed snake, grabbed it in her hand, and quickly came to the living room.
"So long?"
Uncle Ming took the snake and used the knife on his side to cut open the snake's trunk. For a moment, the room was filled with the smell of decay and the fragrance of soju, which made people feel quite strange.
"This snake was picked up on the mountain when I was young. It has two heads in one body. It even has two gallbladders. This kind of snake makes even ghosts walk around it. It's so yin-y."< br>
Uncle Ming said, taking out two black gallbladders from the torso, "Here, swallow these two snake gallbladders, it will temporarily eliminate some of the corpse poison in your body."
Chen Bin took the snake gall and felt bitterness on his face just after smelling it. However, in order to survive, he could only swallow the snake gall while resisting nausea and turned pale.
After a while, Chen Bin's shrunken throat seemed to open suddenly, and Chen Bin said: "Why save me?"
"Why?" Uncle Ming rolled his eyes at him, "You are the first person the zombie king comes into contact with. As long as you remain a zombie, it will definitely come to you, so you can't die or become a zombie yet. Do you understand? ”
"You want to use me as bait?"
Chen Bin's face was as white as a piece of paper, "What's the difference between you and the evil cultivators you call yourself?"
Yin Xiu sneered, "You worked for Maoshan, and your death is called martyrdom. We can also erect a tablet for you and write a biography. If you are lucky, we can erect a monument for you so that you can become a Mao god and not do it." Wandering ghosts. But as for those evil cultivators, I guess you will have disappeared by now.”
Yin Xiu made an exaggerated gesture of blowing powder, which made Chen Bin tremble again.
"Stop scaring him."
Uncle Ming raised his hand to stop Yin Xiu and said seriously to Chen Bin: "You are helping us as well as yourself by being a bait. Now your corpse poison has penetrated into your bones. The only way to save you is with the teeth of the zombie king." Grind it into tooth powder and give you water to drink, and you will be saved.”
"Otherwise..." Uncle Ming shook his head and looked at the sword on the table, "I will let you go quickly before then."
After a long silence, Chen Bin seemed to finally make up his mind and nodded vigorously.
"Okay, I promise you. I will do whatever you want me to do. I have been confused for most of my life about the so-called death in the morning after hearing the truth. Now it's time to make amends for the mistakes I made."
After a pause, he looked at Uncle Ming again.
"Uncle Ming, don't you want to know what changes Mare made on that zombie? Although I can't explain it, Mare left some drawings and information in his studio. We can get them back now. , make preparations to destroy the zombie king.”
Chen Bin was weak at this time, and his feeling of cowardice had long since disappeared. Instead, his eyes were bright, as if he was also a Taoist priest who was about to slay demons with his sword.
Uncle Ming and Yin Xiu looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
The zombie has been mechanically transformed and is probably different from the zombies in the traditional sense. What's more, no zombies have appeared in Hong Kong Island for decades. Even Uncle Ming couldn't figure out the zombie in a short time. The details.
It is always good to have more information to refer to.
"Leave now, or we'll be in trouble before nightfall."
(End of chapter)