Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Yang Shaohui and Feng Zhenguo exchanged a glance, their faces filled with shock and ecstasy.

"Master Mao, do you mean like in the storybooks, praying for rain?"

Feng Zhenguo excitedly grabbed Mao Xiaofang's arm, so forcefully that Mao Xiaofang secretly grinned.

"No one speaks lightly in the military, and no one speaks falsehoods in the Taoist community."

Mao Xiaofang withdrew his arm and said seriously,

"Two hours, at noon, when the yang energy is at its peak and the thunderous energy is just beginning to emerge, is the perfect time to cast a spell. However..."

"Just what? What preparations are needed? Master Mao, just tell me!" Yang Shaohui immediately replied, his eyes burning.

"We need a high platform facing the city, and seven strong, healthy men born in the Year of the Tiger with the Yang element in their birth charts to protect us."

Mao Xiaofang spoke slowly and clearly, explaining each point in detail.

"The high platform is easy to handle; there's a clock tower in the town built by foreigners!"

Feng Zhenguo immediately said, "As for the burly man born in the Year of the Tiger..."

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yang Shaohui.

Yang Shaohui stated firmly:

"I'll go look in the team!"

"Alright!" Mao Xiaofang nodded. "Let's not delay, go and prepare immediately."

The two acted swiftly and decisively, turning around to make arrangements.

Only Mao Xiaofang, Ma Danna, Chu Sheng, and Yu Chuda remained in the room.

Madana looked at Mao Xiaofang with a complicated expression:

"Senior brother, the art of rainmaking is no small matter; it consumes a great deal of energy. You..."

"We can't worry about that now," Mao Xiaofang waved his hand, interrupting her.

"Junior sister, the ghost formations throughout the city need you to break them."

Madana nodded solemnly: "It is the Ma family's duty to eliminate evil spirits."

"Master, what about us?" Yu Chuda leaned forward and asked excitedly.

Mao Xiaofang glanced at him, then looked at Chu Sheng, who was eager to try, and pondered:

"Chu Sheng, stay and help me set up the altar. You go with Comrade Yang to find someone."

"Yes, Master!" Yu Chuda said, straightening his chest.

An hour later, the scene under the abandoned clock tower in the east of the town had completely changed.

On the rooftop platform, a newly built pine wood platform, about ten feet long, is filled with a bitter fragrance.

The incense table on the platform was neatly arranged.

Incense, candles, command flags, wooden swords, copper coin swords, and cinnabar talismans were all prepared.

A bronze octagonal mirror in the center is placed facing upwards, towards the sun.

Seven gaunt guerrillas, shirtless, stood around the wooden platform.

His expression was serious, yet tinged with excitement about the unknown.

Mao Xiaofang took out cinnabar, poured it into a dish, added water, dipped his fingertip in the cinnabar water, and stood in front of the first team member.

The man had a dark complexion and his ribs were clearly visible, yet he stood as straight as a pine tree.

Mao Xiaofang held his breath and focused his attention, placing his fingertips on the other person's brow.

"A spark of inspiration, and the gate to heaven opens."

The cinnabar felt slightly cool to the touch, yet a warmth seemed to seep into Mao Xiaofang's fingertips.

A vertical line runs from the center of the eyebrows down the bridge of the nose to the heart.

Mao Xiaofang's technique was extremely steady; the cinnabar water flowed down like a living thing, outlining intricate runes.

"Secondly, please leave the fire and guard the central palace."

Turn your fingertips toward your heart and draw a swirling flame pattern.

The team member trembled slightly, as if a warm current flowed into his chest.

Mao Xiaofang did not linger and moved on to the second person.

"Three times the metal element is drawn in, and a sharp spirit arises."

He drew a sword-shaped symbol on each of the second team member's arms, from shoulder to wrist, with flowing, dynamic strokes.

In that instant, the team member unconsciously straightened his back, his eyes sharp as knives.

The third person was a young man with dry, cracked lips.

Mao Xiaofang drew a water vortex at his dantian.

"The water of the four directions gathers silently, nourishing all things without a sound."

The young player took a light breath, his abdomen rising and falling slightly.

The fourth and fifth people each drew the Xun Wind symbol on their feet and the Zhen Thunder symbol on their backs.

When Mao Xiaofang walked up to the sixth person, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Yu Chuda held a bowl of freshly prepared cinnabar water, his eyes filled with reverence and worry.

"The earth, thick and fertile, supports the heavens and carries all things."

Mao Xiaofang's voice remained steady, but when the sixth person drew mountain patterns on his shoulders, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

The team member seemed to sense something and whispered, "Master Mao, you..."

"Keep quiet." Mao Xiaofang shook his head slightly and continued to finish the last stroke.

The last person stood in the due west position.

Mao Xiao's face was already a little pale, but he still steadily moved forward.

The seven team members formed a Big Dipper formation, with this person corresponding to the position of the Tian Shu star.

"The Seven Stars guide the way, and the Thunder Department awaits the summons."

Mao Xiaofang bit his left index finger, mixed the blood into the cinnabar water, and drew a thunder symbol on the man's forehead.

The blood and cinnabar mingled, gleaming with a dark golden light in the sunlight.

After drawing the seven talismans, Mao Xiaofang took three steps back and stood in front of the incense table.

He surveyed the seven people and said in a deep voice:

"With this talisman on your body, it is like armor on your skin. Whatever you see or hear later, stay put and keep the well-being of all living beings in mind. Remember this."

"Yes!" the seven shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the bell tower.

Mao Xiaofang turned and looked towards the direction of Mancheng.

The distant mountains are shrouded in mist, and dark clouds loom over the city.

He slowly raised his right hand, and three incense sticks slid out of his sleeve, igniting without fire.

"Set up the altar—"

The sound was not loud, yet it resonated like a bronze bell.

As soon as the altar was set up, a gust of wind immediately arose.

Everyone was holding their breath, their eyes filled with anticipation.

A moment later, Mao Xiaofang was seen holding a peach wood sword, the tip of which picked up a talisman and ignited it with a "poof" over the candle flame.

The talisman burned, turning into a wisp of green smoke that rose straight up, while the incantation in his mouth grew faster and faster.

Each word was clearly transmitted:

"The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful; the sun and moon shine brightly."

"Now demons and evil spirits roam, ghostly formations lock the city, causing widespread suffering and drought."

"Mao Xiaofang, a disciple of Maoshan, by the decree of the Three Pure Ones, and with the righteous energy of Heaven and Earth, at this auspicious time, sets up an altar to pray to the Dragon Gods of the Four Directions and the True Lord of the Thunder Department, to have mercy on the earth, send down sweet rain, dispel evil and eliminate miasma, and restore the world to its former glory!"

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Rain, come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep rumble of thunder echoed from the distant horizon.

"BOOM—!!!"

Everyone below the clock tower was startled and looked up abruptly.

On the northwestern horizon, thick, leaden-gray clouds had quietly gathered.

It is moving towards the city and the clock tower at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As noon approached, the world suddenly fell silent, and raindrops began to fall.

"Rain! It's really coming!"

Before the city gates, Feng Zhenguo, who had been waiting for a long time, revealed an excited expression.

He raised his pistol and shouted, "Brothers, fire!"

bang——

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gunshot rang out less than three meters away.

"Damn it, which idiot fired at 800 meters? Didn't he know to save his bullets?"

Just as he was about to curse, he saw the heavy machine gunners on the other side of the city fall to the ground with a thud.

He was clearly shot in the head.

"Holy crap...when did we get a sharpshooter in our team?"

He quickly looked in the direction of the gunshot and saw Chu Sheng smile at him, then raise his hand and fired another shot.

He took down another Japanese soldier from 800 meters away.

After finishing the fight, it gets up and runs away, like a hungry wolf searching for other prey.

"Captain..."

Little Bean somehow found himself standing next to Feng Zhenguo.

"What is it?" Feng Zhenguo pulled his chin back and looked down at Xiaodouzi.

Little Bean swallowed hard and said hesitantly:

"Brother Sheng said, give him another 200 bullets, he wants to let the bullets fly for a while."

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