Ziqing said to this filial son: "These people are all bitten to death by zombies, and they will also become zombies because they are infected, and they need to be burned in flames and their ashes exposed to the sun to get rid of their anger." As for this... After sucking human blood, it has already turned into an iron corpse, and if it is allowed to absorb the essence for a few more months, it will advance to become a bronze corpse, and the disaster will be endless... It is necessary to use thunder and lightning to disperse its vitality, and then burn it with fire and expose it to the scorching sun to ensure the safety of one party......"

The old woman and the filial son looked at each other...... And with lightning strikes...... Oh my God, aren't they just afraid that others will gossip and end up with a reputation for being unfilial and unvirtuous? Cremating the bodies of the ancestors is a great disobedience and disrespect...... I didn't expect that now not only will it be burned with fire, but it will also be struck by thunder......

Isn't one of the most vicious curses in the world "struck by lightning"? Oh my God, what did you do in your last life, and you ended up like this.

After Ziqing finished speaking, she stood there with a flat expression, as long as they hesitated for a moment, or said that she was a pseudo-Taoist, she would pat her ass and leave, even if they asked for it in the future, they would not come. Well, if I leave today, there won't be a single one of the twenty or so people left......

Those servants and maids wanted to come forward to persuade them, but their status was there, and they looked at Ziqing with begging eyes. Zi Jing glanced at the courtyard gate behind him, didn't they know how to run? Don't zombies know how to run for their lives when they pounce? If you can't even do this, saving yourself is just saving a few servile skins.

* The old woman thought about the frightened scene last night, and she didn't dare to say anything bad about Ziqing again. But thinking that if she agreed to burn her husband's body with thunder, what would outsiders think of her? It's going to break her backbone!

She threw herself on the ground. "Oh my God, why is my life so bitter......"

Zijing frowned, she didn't like to talk to this kind of unclear person, this was not the time to show her benevolence and virtue, and she would move her eyes to "filial piety".

The "filial son" wanted to agree, after all, he saw with his own eyes how his father bit people to death... The fear of imminent death made him weak now. What loved ones? What kind of blood kinship? What is the love and pampering? All of them disappeared with death.

He called his father, his father, his ancestors, but the one with his long fangs. Bloody mouth. And blood dripping ... The monster with its sharp nails still hanging from the crumbs still roared and pounced on him...... There was only bloodthirsty longing in his blood-stained eyes...... No, no, he's not his father anymore. The immortal master is right, he is a zombie. One has no reason. Zombies without any humanity to speak of...

But he saw his mother lying on the ground in grief-stricken form. He really can't bear it, or he is afraid that he will be charged with disobedience and unfilial piety if he is "strong" now. In any case, they can't let outsiders poke their backbone.

The filial son knelt down with Ziqing with a puff. "Immortal Master, please, is there any other way?"

Zi Jing said lightly: "I have no other way, if you don't want to, I won't force it." I don't have any merit in this person, I respect the wishes of my employer very much, you don't agree to burn these infected corpses, and you don't want to dispose of this zombie that has evolved into a bronze corpse, I won't persuade you to become a wicked person who is cursed by spitting. Well, for the sake of my visit, this is a hidden charm, which can ensure that you will not be killed in three days. You can go to another Daoist and take your leave. ”

Ziqing threw down a pile of talisman papers again, and then floated away.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master......"

Ziqing didn't stop at all. She used to see too many episodes of being misunderstood, cursed, and resented by others in order to protect the safety of other people's lives and property. Every time she sees it, she thinks fiercely in her heart, if it were herself, she would never be the one who was wronged and stupid.

Save, can save, deserve to be saved. If you don't have even the slightest ability for self-realization and self-reflection, what is the use of saving it?

Two days later, the filial son actually invited Wei Yifan, Wei Yike, and several senior brothers of Zhengyizong...... Also with him were the flower spirits.

Why these two enemies again?

Seeing this, Zijing almost wanted to hit the wall with remorse.

Everyone worked together, and it took a day to dispose of all these mutated zombies. And this estate is completely ruined......

More than 40 lives...... Wan'an Temple dispatched more than 20 monks to conduct a seven-day transcendence for the deceased!

Everyone's eyes looking at Zijing were full of resentment...

Wei Yifan looked at Ziqing, his brows were tightly locked, unfamiliar? Disappointed? Seems to have a little bit of disgust?

In the courtyard, in a cloud of cigarette smoke, the white spirit flags were pulled by the wind and hunted, and the copper money paper was flying... The chanting of the monk carries through the soul as if there is some kind of magic.

Ziqing couldn't help but feel a kinship, her heart began to waver, and she began to wonder if what she had done was right? Does the so-called principle that you adhere to make sense?

More than 40 lives...... If she held on a little longer, she could save their lives. What if you are infamous on your back, even if you are cursed by the other party who doesn't understand it...... Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

When his consciousness was shaken, the senior monk of Wan'an Temple walked in front of Ziqing, Amitabha Buddha, and played a Buddha horn.

Ziqing returned the gift.

"As a person from the Daomen, the donor is indeed a bit too much to do this......

Ziqing didn't know how to answer, she stood there alone, behaving at a loss, and everyone looked at her with different eyes. She is like a cursed demon, abandoned, isolated......

"The master's words are wrong, everything my junior sister has done is compassionate, why is it too much?" A low, stern voice rang out suddenly.

Ziqing suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind, and when he looked back, it was Wei Yike!

"Third Senior Brother—" Zi Jing called weakly, and at this time, she found that she was really weak and helpless.

Wei Yike gave her a reassuring look, a persistent and powerful feeling.

"Amitabha, since the donor already knows that zombies are a disaster, why should he let them develop and not stop them, isn't it too much to do this?" The master's voice was slow and long, full of compassion.

Wei Yike pointed to the hidden talismans on the ground, "Master, please see, these are hidden talismans drawn by senior sister one by one, which is enough to keep everyone safe." But they didn't cherish it, and slandered my sister as a pseudo-Taoist priest and threw away these talismans as garbage...... Could it be that my junior sister has gone too far? When he begged my sister again, my sister didn't take Qiao and came directly to clean up the scourge, but they still hindered my sister's actions. How should the master deal with the strong opposition of his family? (To be continued......)

ps: "Down with the Goddess" Author: Banzhi Lian; Synopsis: Bump into a great god as a master, and take revenge on the game to play a beautiful man. R1292