"Give in, give in, it's a critical moment!"
"Whoever doesn't care about his life, your life is your life, what are other people's, broken earthen jars?"
The streets were so chaotic that Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu, two strangers, did not attract anyone's attention.
At this time, a large group of people gathered in front of a stall, scrambling to take out sacks one after another. The small place was packed to the brim.
Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu tied the camel horse to the roadside, and when they stepped forward, they realized what was going on.
"Use duck eggs to fight zombies, maltose to prevent zombies, a two-in-one set, and a relic of an eminent monk. It only costs one silver dollar to keep your whole family safe!"
The stall owner is a bald man with a plaster on his head, sitting on the ground selling to others.
Yin Xiu only found it funny and deliberately asked him: "Duck eggs and maltose, what does it have to do with dealing with zombies? I heard that they use rooster blood and glutinous rice, don't they?"
"That's because you've read too many novels, little brother. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. If you understand, you don't need me to teach you, right? Young people should learn more and they won't suffer."
As the stall owner spoke, he took out a duck egg from the bag and showed it to everyone.
"You guys take the duck eggs back, boil them, peel them, and stuff them into a jar.
Wait until midnight, and the zombie comes to your door. When it opens its mouth wide at you and wants to bite you, you pour one out of the jar and stuff it into the zombie's mouth. The zombie immediately shuts up and lies down.
Then you move a door panel on top of it, and you lie on it. Every time the zombie wants to get up, you throw a duck egg into its mouth, and it won't get up.
This zombie loves to eat duck eggs. This thing can restrain it. ”
"What about maltose?"
Yin Xiu pointed at the airtight jar again. This vendor didn't have such evil intentions. At least the portion was not short of a pound. The jar of maltose weighed several pounds.
"Hey, maltose is easier."
The stall owner unscrewed the lid, and the unique fragrance of maltose wafted into the air.
"Everyone wait until night, after closing the doors and windows, and hiding at home, wrap a thick layer of maltose with a brush on the ground in front of your home, where zombies are easy to enter, and then paint those areas Last time.
In this case, when the zombies jump in, their feet will be stuck and they will not be able to jump up, and naturally they will not be able to hurt you. ”
Yin Xiu smiled and said: "But I heard that zombies are extremely powerful. Can this little wheat maltose stick to them?"
"Brother, maybe you eat those industrial saccharin and don't know the power of maltose."
The stall owner used a bamboo skewer to pick up a ball of gold-like colloid and showed it to everyone, "Look, it's so sticky, I'm afraid even those martial arts masters will be stuck and unable to escape.
What's more, zombies, as everyone knows, those zombies can only jump around, but they can't run away if they stick to them. ”
"What about the relics?" Someone else was curious.
"This relic..."
The stall owner took out another round ball from his pocket. It looked like a stone or a walnut kernel, with a strange shape.
"This is what the holy monk got when he passed away. One hundred holy monks can't find one."
He clasped his hands together and looked very pious.
However, Yin Xiu looked at the sacks on the ground, and adding the ones he had sold before, there must be a hundred. Wouldn't it mean that ten thousand holy monks would have to pass away to be enough for him to sell?
Someone took out the relic and looked at it.
"But boss, no matter how I look at it, this thing looks like chicken bones."
"Chicken bones?"
The stall owner smiled and said: "Chicken bones are very brittle, and they will break when you take one bite. How can it withstand the burning?
But I also advise you not to bite it, because it is made from the bones on the toes of the holy monk. Well, I heard that the holy monk made a vow in front of the Buddha not to wash his feet for the rest of his life,
In order to save all sentient beings. ”
The person who asked the question immediately gave up the idea of taking a bite and threw it back into the sack with some disgust.
However, the stall owner still clasped his hands, talking to everyone, and promoting.
"This holy monk, the main reason why he doesn't take a bath is..."
The vendor was still telling the people around him about the origin of the relics with great interest, but Yin Xiu lost interest in joking with him and walked out with Ma Xiaoyu.
The two of them didn't care about the stall owner's business, and they didn't intend to pay attention to what he did.
Even if he was lying, those two things were probably of no use at all, and they didn't matter at the moment.
Just because even a Taoist priest's magic talisman would probably be of little use if it fell into the hands of ordinary people.
Anyway, it's just for peace of mind, and no one really takes these two things and expects to become a zombie hunter.
Even if most people are holding a statue of a Bodhisattva or a tablet of their ancestors, when they see a zombie, all they can do is run away.
The root of the current problem is not with these vendors.
Yin Xiu caught a man walking in a hurry.
"Excuse me, where is the county government office?"
"County government?"
The man gave Yin Xiu a strange look, "Is it the public office? You follow that man, he also goes to the public office."
After saying that, regardless of whether Yin Xiu heard it clearly or not, he ran away.
Ma Xiaoyu gently pulled Yin Xiu's sleeve, "That person is looking at us."
Yin Xiu turned her head and met the eyes of the person Ma Xiaoyu was talking about.
The man had a heroic face, a beard, a flat nose, a strong build, neither tall nor thin. He was wearing a brown cloth coat, cloth shoes, a black hair crown, and tied hands. He looked like a trainee. A martial artist who practices foreign martial arts.
However, upon closer inspection, Yin Xiu discovered that the silk thread the man used to tie his hands was actually ink thread soaked in rooster blood, not ordinary spinning thread.
The moment he looked at Yin Xiu, the man's bright eyes flashed with surprise.
Yin Xiu's eyes also flashed with strange light.
Both of them saw the dense energy of dragon and tiger on each other's shoulders.
The man's eyes were even more surprised because he saw that both Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu had purple energy on their bodies.
After hesitating for a moment, the man came forward, and instead of asking questions, he made a sword trick.
Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu looked at each other and made a sword gesture to show their identities to each other.
As the sword formula was displayed, Yin Xiu and he were sure that the other party was a Taoist priest, and they were both from Maoshan.
“It’s like meeting an old friend in a foreign country.”
The man was obviously very excited. He didn't expect to meet Taoist priests from the Maoshan lineage in a place like Jiaozhi.
He introduced himself: "A poor Taoist interpreter, who studied under Master Yang Ming of Chunxian Temple in Maoshan."
"Yin Xiu, his master is Mao Xiaoming, the way of heaven of Maoshan sect."
"I see, that's disrespectful..."
The interpreter did not directly identify Yin Xiu's identity, although he had already guessed that Yin Xiu was a disciple of the Mao family, Nan Mao Bei Ma.
Otherwise, at this age, Yin Xiu could only be a Taoist priest's apprentice, and it would be impossible for him to have the dragon and tiger's aura lingering on his shoulders - this is something only a Taoist priest who has achieved success can have.
As for Ma Xiaoyu, she didn't announce her family name, but just nodded lightly.
The interpreter lowered his eyes implicitly, without asking, but nodded to her, keeping his eyes firmly on Yin Xiu's side.
【He is really a reserved and reserved fellow. 】
Yin Xiu thought like this, just waiting for him to speak without speaking herself.
"You two are also here about zombies, right?"
The interpreter did not seem to have thought that no matter how fast the news about zombies here spread, no one would be able to get the news so quickly and come from the Central Plains to slay the demons. So when Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu appeared on the street, he only saw the joy of seeing their comrades in his eyes, without any doubts.
"So be it."
Yin Xiu nodded, "I heard that Brother Dao is going to the county government office, too?"
"Yes."
The interpreter sighed, quite sadly.
"I have lived in Cochin for most of my life, and I never thought that zombies would appear here."
The climate in Cochin is humid, but not that humid. When it doesn't rain throughout the year, the weather is so hot that the sun smokes above your head.
This place is humid and hot. Once a person dies, it will stink and rot if left at home for a day, so it is not a good place to raise zombies.
Even if it was buried early, snake, insect, and rat bites, as well as excessive rain and miasma, would make it impossible to preserve the body.
Therefore, the interpreter was keenly aware that the zombies that caused the riot this time probably did not transform locally, but came from somewhere else.
In other words, some scary, crazy guy brought over the source of the large-scale corpse transformation.
"This time I came to the office to ask the local officers and soldiers for help. But look..."
The interpreter sighed, "I'm afraid the local government itself is overwhelmed, and I always feel that they can't prevent this catastrophe. You two probably know by looking at the weather that this is not an ordinary zombie. ”
"Do you suspect it's Hanbao?" Ma Xiaoyu suddenly asked.
"Hanba?"
The interpreter glanced at her and then turned his gaze back, "I can't say, but I heard about the existence of drought demons when I was at Chunxian Temple.
My master said that he had dealt with a drought demon, but he didn't want to say more when I asked.
The master only said that he kept the detailed record in the Taoist temple's warehouse. However, I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked for it. Maybe he remembered it wrong, or maybe I made an omission and missed it. ”
"Then do you believe? There are drought demons in this world?"
"I don't know."
The interpreter said firmly: "But I believe in my master. He will not lie to others. He is great enough and does not need to make up an experience for himself to deceive others."
There was light in his eyes when he said this.
"It's a pity that we didn't have the opportunity to witness Taoist Master Yang Ming's demeanor. We are really jealous of the talent." Yin Xiu sighed.
"Well, he died at the age of ninety."
The interpreter was a little embarrassed, "This shouldn't be considered jealous of the talented people, right?"
"It doesn't count, it doesn't count."
Yin Xiu waved her hands repeatedly.
In order to ease the embarrassment, he asked again: "So, are we still going to the county government now?"
us?
The interpreter reacted and looked at Yin Xiu with joy and gratitude.
He was already alone, but it only made him happy to meet his fellow disciples in a foreign country who were still willing to help each other and tide over the difficulties at this time.
The interpreter nodded heavily and said: "I want to go to the local officials and ask about the specific situation before I can consider the next thing.
It is our bounden duty to eliminate demons and protect the Tao. ”
"Let's go together."
Yin Xiu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
The interpreter quickly expressed his thanks and then led the way.
Just from this moment of contact, Yin Xiu already knew that the interpreter was different from herself.
He is a typical Taoist priest, humble, down-to-earth, cautious, but also very hospitable and moral.
This is the character written in martial arts novels. Even though such people often do not live long, there must be such people in the world to bring more righteousness to the world.
Several people came to the government office.
When it comes to this kind of chaos, the government office is heavily guarded.
There are horses outside, and iron nets are tied to the walls. The barbs on them are ferocious and dense.
And above the hidden corner, there seemed to be archers peeking out cautiously.
"Why don't they just hide in the tower?"
Ma Xiaoyu was a little confused, "The walls there are strong and not afraid of flooding or fire. Even if a lot of zombies come, as long as the door is closed, they won't be able to get in, right?"
"Because the guards on the other side of the tower have been bitten."
The interpreter said helplessly: "There is someone I know who works in that area. I heard others said that the soldiers were bitten. Now the city is in chaos, but the government office seems to be safer."
As they approached, Yin Xiu noticed that someone was looking at them, and their eyes were quite sharp.
The interpreter just pretended not to notice, walked up and knocked on the door gently.
A small compartment was opened in the door, but no one spoke inside.
"I am a Taoist interpreter from Maoshan Mountain, and I would like to see you, sir."
"Maoshan Taoist priest? Sir? There are many adults here, which one are you looking for?"
"The biggest one."
The interpreter handed over his ultimatum.
The person inside hesitated for a moment, and then took it, without making contact with the interpreter's hand throughout the process.
"Wait here."
Then I heard footsteps coming from inside, probably someone went to report it.
After a while, the door of the government office opened a crack, and someone peeked out with half an eye, looking at the speaker, and then looked at Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu.
"Are they together with you?" the man asked cautiously.
"They are all just like me, they are Taoist priests." The interpreter smiled.
"Come in, everyone, quickly."
The man opened the door to a gap that only one person could pass through, and waved to the speaker, "Quick!"
The interpreter dove in, followed closely by Ma Xiaoyu.
Then came Yin Xiu, who was leading two camels.
"Hey, this is the door that people always use, animals have to use the back door."
"What about the back door?"
"The back door is sealed." The man was quite arrogant.
"Have there ever been any zombies here before?" Yin Xiu said with a smile.
The man was startled by the question, "How is it possible? It's never happened!"
"Now we have it."
Yin Xiu smiled and pushed gently, and the man watched the door being pushed open, and Yin Xiu walked in with two camels. (End of chapter)