Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

At this moment, in the village, an old man dressed in a blue robe was fighting with a vengeful ghost that exuded resentment.

The old man held a green-edged sword, his swordsmanship was exquisite, and each strike carried a sharp sword aura.

When Lin Bei arrived, the old man pierced the ghost's brow with his sword, killing it completely.

"Who goes there?" The old man turned his head warily.

Lin Bei emerged from the shadows of the trees: "This junior was passing by when I sensed an aura of death, so I came to take a look."

As they spoke, they glanced at him. This person's cultivation was neither weak nor strong; judging from his aura, he should be around the early stage of the True Person realm.

Lin Bei clasped his hands in greeting and asked, "Who are you, senior?"

"My surname is Ye, and I am the sect leader of the nearby Qingye Sect."

The old man sheathed his longsword, his expression kind. "This village has been plagued by that vengeful ghost for several days. I rushed over to deal with it after receiving the news, and you arrived just as I finished."

The old man noticed the magic sword at Lin Bei's waist and the composed aura emanating from him: "Fellow Daoist, are you also a cultivator? May I ask which sect you belong to?"

"The Aoba Sect?"

Lin Bei was somewhat unfamiliar with the name. "This junior is a wandering cultivator, traveling far and wide. May I ask which sect you belong to, senior?"

Sect Leader Ye smiled and said, "It's on that mountain to the east. The temple is small and not worth mentioning."

"Young friend, if you don't mind, why don't you come and sit in our sect?"

Lin Bei originally wanted to refuse, but seeing the old man's sincere attitude and the exquisite swordsmanship he used when exorcising the ghost, he nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, senior."

Bai Ling suddenly ran out of his arms, jumped onto Lin Bei's shoulder, and looked curiously at the old man in blue robes in front of him.

Sect Leader Ye also noticed Bai Ling: "This is... a spirit beast?"

"Yes, it's a little fox that I've raised."

Sect Master Ye couldn't help but glance at Little White Spirit a few more times. These days, spirit beasts... are such rare creatures.

The two left the village together and walked east for about an hour until they arrived at the foot of a low mountain.

The buildings on the mountain are very simple, with a few tiled houses surrounding a courtyard, where a few old trees are planted.

The entire sect, including Sect Master Ye, has only a dozen or so people, most of whom are young disciples at the Daoist acolyte or Daoist priest level, with the highest cultivation level being only at the early stage of Daoist master.

Sect Master Ye noticed that Lin Bei was sizing up the disciples and laughed, "This is a small place, we don't have many talented people here. Please excuse my poor performance, young friend."

Lin Bei shook his head: "Senior is too modest. It is already very difficult to have been able to establish ourselves in such a place for so many years and protect the safety of the people."

Sect Leader Ye arranged for Lin Bei to stay in the guest courtyard and had his disciples bring him food.

The food was simple, but it tasted good; you could tell it was made with care.

Bai Ling lay down next to Lin Bei, nibbling on a small dish of minced meat that Qingye Sect had specially prepared for it.

Lin Bei stayed at the Qingye Sect for a few days.

He noticed that although the sect was not large in scale, everyone in it was very disciplined.

The disciples get up early every day to practice their skills and show great respect for Sect Leader Ye.

Sect Leader Ye was a generous person. He chatted with Lin Bei several times about his cultivation experiences. Although his cultivation level was not top-notch, he had a lot of knowledge.

A few days later, Lin Bei took his leave, and Sect Leader Ye did not try to stop him, but simply saw him off to the mountain gate.

"If you ever pass through this place again, you are welcome to visit anytime."

Lin Bei bowed and said goodbye, then went down the mountain and headed towards the nearby town.

The town wasn't big, but the way the people lived surprised Lin Bei.

The people on the street looked peaceful, with a sense of peace and security on their faces.

This is extremely rare in chaotic times!

Afterwards, he took a walk around the town and found that many people had longevity tablets of the Qingye Sect in their homes.

An old man carrying a load on a shoulder pole passed by, and Lin Bei stopped him and asked, "Uncle, do all the people in this town worship the Taoist priests of the Qingye Sect?"

The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said, "Sect Master Ye of the Green Leaf Sect is a great benefactor to this area!"

"If it weren't for his years of slaying demons and monsters to protect the peace of this area, our town would have been ravaged by those ghosts long ago."

"To tell you the truth, my wife contracted a strange illness a few years ago, and it was Master Ye who personally came to our door to cure her."

Lin Bei nodded, his goodwill towards the Qingye Sect growing even stronger.

"The Qingye Sect... is quite beloved by the people here."

He stayed in town for two days, replenished his food and water supplies, and then set off again.

However, less than half a day after leaving the town, Lin Bei suddenly stopped near a mountain hollow.

He sensed a terrifying aura of resentment and malevolence emanating from not far ahead.

"Strange, how can there be such a heavy aura of resentment?"

Even with his current cultivation level, the intense resentment and malevolent energy made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Bai Ling perked up her ears on his shoulder and let out a low whimper.

"Master..." Little White Spirit sent a message tinged with fear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Lin Bei patted Bai Ling's head and followed the direction of the aura.

Little White Spirit's tail was tightly wrapped around Lin Bei's neck!

After passing through a dense forest, a desolate clearing suddenly appeared before us.

Scattered across the open ground were hundreds of graves of varying sizes, some of which had collapsed, revealing the broken coffin lids inside.

Some of the bodies didn't even have a grave mound; they were simply thrown on the ground.

"This place isn't far from the Qingye Sect, there's no reason they wouldn't have noticed!"

When Lin Bei opened his Dharma Eye, he saw a terrifying aura of resentment swirling in the sky above this place, almost obscuring half of the sky.

The resentment was slowly spreading outwards, seeping into the surrounding soil and vegetation.

"Such heavy resentment..."

Lin Bei's expression was solemn. "The dead buried here all suffered immense pain before their deaths."

He frowned, sat down cross-legged, formed a mudra with his hands, and chanted the Purifying Heaven and Earth Mantra.

"Heaven and earth are natural, impurities disperse, the cave is mysterious and vast, the primordial energy shines brightly."

"May the mighty gods of the eight directions grant me my natural order, and may the divine mandate of the Lingbao talisman be proclaimed throughout the nine heavens."

"Qianluo Dana, Donggang Taixuan, slays demons and binds evil, saves countless people."

A pale golden halo emanated from his body, spreading in all directions.

Wherever the halo passed, the swirling resentment and malevolent energy dissipated as if they had encountered their nemesis.

After a stick of incense had burned, most of the resentment in the air above the mass grave had been dispelled.

Although some residue remains, it no longer has any impact on this area and will dissipate naturally tomorrow after being exposed to sunlight!

Looking at the cleaned-up mass grave before him, Lin Bei felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He shook his head, found a big tree next to the mass grave, and leaned against the trunk to rest for the night.

Bai Ling jumped off his shoulder, circled around, and found a clean spot to curl up in a ball.

As night deepened, Lin Bei was resting with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from afar.

He opened his eyes, cautiously concealing himself, and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Two figures were carrying something and walking towards the mass grave.

By the moonlight, Lin Bei could see the two people clearly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He had seen these two people at the Qingye Sect, but they had never spoken to each other!

Lin Bei's eyes were icy cold. Even he could misjudge someone!

You can know a person's face but not their heart!

The two disciples walked to the edge of the mass grave and casually threw the things they were carrying on the ground.

Two corpses rolled out of the straw mat.