"Make way, make way, this is a life-threatening moment!""Who doesn't want to live? Your life is life. What are other people's lives? Broken clay pots?" The streets were so chaotic and bustling 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, and the small place was packed. Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu tied the camel and horse to the side of the road, and only when they walked closer did they realize what was going on inside. "Use duck eggs to fight zombies, and maltose to prevent zombies. This is a two-in-one set, and you will also get a relic from a great monk. It only costs one silver dollar, and it will keep your whole family safe!" The stall owner was a bald man with a plaster on his head. He was sitting on the ground selling things to others. Yin Xiu just thought it was funny and deliberately asked him, "What do duck eggs and maltose have to do with fighting zombies? I heard that they all use rooster blood and glutinous rice, right?" "That's because you've read too many novels, little brother. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. If you understood, you wouldn't need me to teach you, right? Young people should learn more, and there's nothing wrong with that." As the stall owner spoke, he took out a duck egg from his cloth bag and showed it to everyone. "Take the duck eggs home, boil them, peel them, and put them in a jar.
When it's the middle of the night and a zombie comes to your door and opens its mouth wide to bite you, you pour a pill out of the jar and put it into the zombie's mouth. The zombie will immediately shut up and lie down. Then you move a door panel and put it on its body, and lie on top of it. Every time the zombie tries to get up, you throw a duck egg into its mouth and it will not be able to 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. The vendor was not so unscrupulous. At least he did not shortchange people on the weight. No matter how you looked at it, that jar of malt sugar must be several kilograms. "Hey, Maltose, that's even easier." The stall owner unscrewed the lid, and the unique fragrance of maltose floated in the air. “Everyone, wait until night, close the doors and windows, hide in your house, and use a brush to coat the ground in front of your house with a thick layer of maltose, where zombies are likely to enter. Apply that to those places. That way, when the zombies jump in, their feet will get stuck and they won't be able to jump up, so they won't be able to hurt you." Yin Xiu smiled and said, "But I heard that zombies are extremely strong. Can this little maltose stick to them?" "My dear, maybe you have been eating those industrial saccharins and don't know the power of maltose." The stall owner used a bamboo stick to scoop up a ball of colloid that looked like gold and showed it to everyone, "Look, it's so sticky that even martial arts masters would be stuck and unable to escape. Not to mention zombies, as you all know, they can only jump around, and once you get stuck to them, you can’t run away.” "What about the relics?" Someone else became curious. "This relic..." The stall owner took out a small round ball from his pocket. It looked like a stone or a walnut kernel, and had a strange shape. "It was obtained when the holy monk passed away. Even a hundred holy monks can't produce one." He clasped his hands together and looked very pious. However, Yin Xiu looked at the sacks on the ground. Adding those he had sold before, there must be at least a hundred of them. Wouldn't that mean that ten thousand holy monks would have to pass away before he could sell enough? Someone took out the relic again and looked at it in his hand.
"But boss, no matter how I look at it, this thing looks like a chicken bone." “Chicken bones?” The stall owner smiled and said, "Chicken bones are very brittle. If you bite them, they will tear. How can they withstand being roasted? But I also advise you not to bite it, because it is made from the bones of the holy monk's toes. As for the holy monk, well, I heard that he made a vow in front of the Buddha not to wash his feet for the rest of his life. In order to save all living beings. " The person who raised 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 put his hands together and talked to the crowd, promoting his product. "This holy monk, the main reason why he doesn't take a bath is because..." The vendor was still telling the people around him the origin of the sarira with great interest, but Yin Xiu no longer had any interest in joking with him and walked out with Ma Xiaoyu. The two men didn't care about the stall owner's business, nor did they intend to pay attention to his actions. Even if he was lying, these two things might be of no use at all, and it didn't matter at the moment. It’s because even if it’s a Taoist talisman, it 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 would really take these two things and expect to become a zombie hunter. Most people, even if they are holding statues of Bodhisattvas, tablets of their ancestors, etc., when they see zombies, all they can do is run away. The root of the current problem does not lie with these vendors. Yoon-su catches a man walking hurriedly. "Excuse me, where is the county government office?" "County government?" The man gave Yin Xiu a strange look and said, "Is it the town hall? You followed that man, he is also going to the town hall." After saying that, he ran away without caring whether Yin Xiu heard it clearly or not. Ma Xiaoyu gently pulled Yin Xiu's sleeve and said, "That person is looking at us." Yin Xiu turned around and met the eyes of the person Ma Xiaoyu was talking about. The man had a heroic look on his face, a beard, a flat nose, and a sturdy build, neither tall nor thin. He was wearing a brown cloth robe, cloth shoes, a black hair crown, and tied hands. He looked like a martial artist who practiced external martial arts. However, after a closer look, 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 into Yin Xiu's eyes, that person's bright eyes flashed with surprise. A strange light also flashed in Yin Xiu's eyes. Both of them saw the mist of dragon and tiger energy on each other's shoulders. The man looked even more surprised because he saw purple energy on both Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu. After hesitating for a moment, the man walked forward and did not ask any questions, but instead made a sword gesture.
Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu looked at each other and made a sword gesture to reveal their identities to each other. As the sword moves were performed, Yin Xiu and he were certain that the other party was a Taoist priest from Maoshan. “It’s like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.” The man was obviously very excited. He didn't expect to meet a Taoist priest from the same Maoshan lineage in a place like Jiaozhi. He introduced himself: "I am Master Jieyu, and I learned from Taoist Master Yang Ming of Chunxian Temple in Maoshan." "Yin Xiu, my master is Mao Xiaoming, the Heavenly Dao of the Maoshan Sect." "I see. My apologies..." The interpreter did not point out Yin Xiu's identity directly, although he had guessed that Yin Xiu was Nan Mao Bei Ma, a disciple of the Mao family. Otherwise, at this age, Yin Xiu could probably only be an apprentice or disciple of a Taoist priest, and it would be impossible for him to have the dragon and tiger energy lingering around his shoulders - this is something only a Taoist priest who has achieved success in cultivation can have. As for Ma Xiaoyu, she did not introduce her family background, but just nodded slightly. The interpreter lowered his eyes implicitly and did not ask any questions. Instead, he nodded at her, keeping his eyes firmly on Yin Xiu. [He is indeed a reserved and reserved fellow. ] Yin Xiu thought so and just waited for him to speak without saying anything herself. "You two are here for the zombie issue as well, right?" The interpreter did not seem to have thought that even if the news of the zombies appeared here spread quickly, no one would get the news so quickly and rush from the Central Plains to exorcise the demons. So when Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu appeared on the street, he only had the joy of seeing his fellow travelers, without a trace of doubt. "That's it." Yin Xiu nodded, "I heard that Brother Dao is also going to the county government office?" "Yeah." The interpreter sighed, looking quite worried. "I've lived in Jiaozhi for most of my life, and I never thought there would be zombies here." The climate in Jiaozhi is humid, but not so humid that it is so wet. When it doesn't rain in a year, the sun is so hot that it makes smoke come out of your head. This place is humid and hot. Once a person dies, their body will start to stink and rot if they stay at home for a day. Therefore, it is not a good place to raise zombies. Even if buried early, the bodies could not be preserved due to bites from snakes, insects, rats, excessive rain, and miasma. Therefore, the interpreter keenly realized that the zombies that caused the riot this time were probably not transformed locally, but came from somewhere else. In other words, some terrible, crazy guy brought the source of the large-scale zombie murmuring here. "I came to the town hall this time to ask the local soldiers for help. But you see..." The Interpreter sighed, "The local government is probably overwhelmed, and I have a feeling that they can't stop this disaster. You two can probably tell from the weather that these aren't ordinary zombies." "Do you suspect it's the drought demon?" Ma Xiaoyu suddenly asked.
"Hanba?" The Interpreter glanced at her, then turned his gaze back, "I can't say for sure, but I heard about the existence of Hanba when I was in Chunxian Temple. My master said that he had dealt with a drought demon before, but he was unwilling to say more when I asked him. The master only said that he kept the detailed records in the Taoist temple's storeroom, but I couldn't find it no matter how hard I tried. Maybe he remembered it wrong, or maybe I missed it." "Then do you believe that Hanba exists in this world?" "I do not know." The Master of Interpretation said firmly, "But I believe in my master. He would not lie to anyone. He is great enough and does not need to make up a story to fool people." There was light in his eyes when he said this. "What a pity, we don't have the chance to witness Taoist Yang Ming's demeanor. God is really jealous of his talent." Yin Xiu sighed. "Well, he died at the age of ninety." The interpreter was a little embarrassed. "This shouldn't be considered as God's envy of talent, right?" "No, no." Yin Xiu waved his hands repeatedly. To ease the embarrassment, he asked again: "So, are we still going to the county government office now?" us? The interpreter reacted and looked at Yin Xiu with joy and gratitude. He was already alone and helpless, and he was delighted to meet fellow disciples in a foreign land who were willing to help him and share the difficulties. The interpreter nodded heavily and said, "I want to find the local officials and ask about the specific situation before I can consider what to do next. Eliminating demons and defending justice is our bounden duty." "Let's go together." Yin Xiu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation. The interpreter quickly expressed his gratitude and led the way. After just a short period of contact, Yin Xiu already knew that the interpreter was different from himself. He is a typical Taoist priest, modest, down-to-earth, cautious, but also very hospitable and righteous. 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 make the world more righteous. Several people came to the government office. During such a chaotic time, the government office was heavily guarded. There were chevaux de frise outside and iron nets tied to the walls, with densely packed, hideous barbs on them.
And in the hidden corner of the wall, there seemed to be an archer who was peeking out cautiously. "Why don't they just hide over there on the tower?" Ma Xiaoyu was a little confused. "The walls there are strong and can withstand flooding and fire. Even if many zombies come, as long as the door is closed, they won't be able to get in, right?" "Because the guards on the tower have all been bitten." The interpreter said helplessly, "There's someone I know who works there. I heard from others that the soldiers were bitten. Now the city is in chaos. On the contrary, the government office seems safer." As they approached, Yin Xiu noticed that someone was looking at them with a sharp gaze. The interpreter pretended not to notice and walked forward and knocked gently on the door. There was a small compartment open on the door, and no one spoke inside. "I am the Taoist Master Jieyu from Mount Mao, and I would like to see you, sir." "Maoshan Taoist? Sir? There are many sirs here, which one are you looking for?" "The biggest one." Master Jieyu handed in his certificate of ordination. The person inside hesitated for a moment before taking it, without making any contact with the interpreter's hand during the entire process. "Wait here." Then I heard footsteps coming from inside, probably someone was going to report. After a while, the door of the government office opened a crack, and someone peeked out half an eye, looked at the interpreter, and then looked at Yin Xiu, Ma Xiaoyu and the others. "Are they with you?" the man asked cautiously. "They are all Taoists like me." The interpreter smiled. "Come in, quickly." The man opened the door a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through, and waved to the interpreter, "Hurry!" The interpreter rushed in, followed by Ma Xiaoyu. Then came Yin Xiu, who was leading two camels and horses. "Hey, this is the door for people to go through. Animals have to go through the back door." "What about the back door?" "The back door is closed." The man said arrogantly. "Have zombies ever appeared here before?" Yin Xiu asked with a smile. The man was shocked by the question, "How is that possible? There has never been such a thing!" "Well, now we have it."
Yin Xiu smiled and gently pushed the door, and the man watched the door open. Yin Xiu walked in with two camels and horses. (End of this chapter)