Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Huiming was startled when he saw the figure's face clearly; it was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe.

His face was ashen, a trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with greed.

He was followed by more than a dozen dark figures, who blocked all the exits of the small temple.

"Hehe, finally found a place with people."

The middle-aged man in black robes spoke in a hoarse voice, "Old monk, may I borrow your temple to hide here?"

The old monk Mingjing slowly stood up, gently turning the prayer beads in his hand: "Benefactor, you have too much bloodlust in you; you must have committed a lot of killing."

"A massacre?"

The middle-aged man in black robes seemed to have heard something amusing, "In this chaotic world, everyone looks out for themselves."

"I merely used the life essence of some lowly people for cultivation; what kind of blood feud is that?"

"To kill the innocent is to commit a heinous crime."

The old monk Mingjing's voice remained calm, but the prayer beads in his hand had stopped spinning. "Benefactor, lay down your butcher's knife and turn back to the shore."

"Put down your butcher's knife?"

The middle-aged man in black robes sneered, "Old monk, I advise you to be sensible and hand over the treasures in the temple, and I might spare your life."

"A monk has nothing of value except this Buddha statue and two ever-burning lamps."

The Venerable Master Mingjing pointed to the Buddha statue, "If the benefactor wants it, feel free to take it."

The middle-aged man in black robes' face darkened: "Old man, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

He swayed and struck out with his palm at the old monk Mingjing.

His palm carried a strong aura of bloodlust; if this palm were to strike, an ordinary person would die on the spot.

The Venerable Master Mingjing neither dodged nor avoided the attack. He gently raised his hand, bringing his two fingers together in front of his chest to form a mudra: "Amitabha!"

A soft golden light emanated from his fingertips, forming a thin screen of light in front of him.

The middle-aged man in black robes struck the Buddha's light with his palm, producing a muffled bang, and was shaken back several steps.

"Um?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man in black robes. "You old monk... you do have some skill."

"I have been practicing here for over forty years. Although my spiritual attainment is not high, I still have the ability to protect this pure land."

The old monk Mingjing spoke slowly, "Benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"If you are willing to let go of your evil thoughts, this humble monk can chant sutras and pray for your well-being."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man in the black robe was thoroughly enraged by his repeated persuasion.

"You, a mere early-stage True Immortal monk, dare to put on airs in front of me?"

"Charge! Kill him!"

A dozen or so dark figures rushed up from behind him at the same time, each wielding a magical weapon and exuding a strong murderous aura.

The Venerable Master Mingjing clasped his hands together, and his whole body shone with a great light.

Young and impetuous, Huiming grabbed a wooden stick and charged forward.

However, his opponents were all cultivators who practiced evil arts. Huiming was only at the Daoist Master level, and he was knocked to the ground after only two or three moves.

"Huiming!"

The old monk Mingjing's expression darkened. He stepped forward, blocking his disciple's path, and formed a mudra with his hands: "The Great Compassion Mantra!"

A rich golden Buddhist light emanated from him, transforming into an invisible barrier that enveloped the entire small temple.

The attacks of those evil cultivators were deflected when they struck the Buddha's light.

The people at the very front were burned by the Buddha's light and retreated with screams.

The middle-aged man in black robes' expression changed slightly: "How can this old monk's Buddhist aura be so strong?"

"Master..." Huiming struggled to stand up, clutching his arm, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Stand behind your teacher."

The old monk Mingjing's voice remained calm, but fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

He fought against more than a dozen evil cultivators, including a middle-aged man in black robes whose cultivation was comparable to his own.

They can hold out for a short time, but they will definitely be worn down in the long run.

"Outlast him!"

The middle-aged man in black robes also realized this and commanded his men to keep attacking, exhausting the old monk Mingjing's magical power.

"Old monk, let's see how long you can hold out!"

The Venerable Master Mingjing took a deep breath, gathered his last bit of Buddhist power between his hands, and thrust it forward with a mighty force: "Acala Mudra!"

A golden Buddhist seal shot out from the palm, suddenly enlarging in mid-air to become a huge golden palm print, crushing down on those evil cultivators.

The few evil cultivators at the forefront were struck by the palm print, vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground. They were completely purified by the Buddha's light before they could even struggle.

The middle-aged man in black robes was also forced back by the Buddhist power, his face grim: "This old bastard... even in his dying moments, he tries to drag others down with him!"

After the old monk Mingjing delivered this blow, his face turned ashen instantly.

He stood there for a moment, his body swaying slightly, and then slowly sat down cross-legged.

Huiming quickly helped him up, crying, "Master! Master!"

"I'm fine..."

The old monk Mingjing's voice was already very weak, but it still carried a hint of gentleness, "Go and close the door, don't let those things in to harm the people."

Huiming nodded with red eyes, quickly ran over and closed the temple door tightly, then moved the offering table to block the door.

A middle-aged man in a black robe stood outside the temple gate, his face ashen.

Most of his men were killed or wounded, and the few remaining were also injured and dared not charge forward anymore.

He stared intently at the tightly closed temple door, and finally gritted his teeth: "Let's go! We'll settle this score later!"

The group helped each other leave the small temple and disappeared into the night.

Inside the temple, the old monk Mingjing slowly closed his eyes, and the prayer beads in his hand slipped to the ground.

Huiming knelt beside him, her voice choked with sobs: "Master..."

The Venerable Master Mingjing did not respond, his serene face still bearing a trace of gentle compassion.

The news of this battle shook the cultivation world.

Buddhist disciples were besieged by heretical practitioners, and the old monk sacrificed himself to protect the temple, dying from exhaustion.

This incident, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples among the various sects.

This is the first time since the chaos began that a sect has been attacked by evil cultivators!

Five days later, Mount Emei.

In the Ancestral Hall of the Emei Sect, Abbess Jinghui, the sect leader, is meditating.

She was surrounded by a faint spiritual light, and her cultivation had reached the peak of the Earth Master realm.

"Master Uncle".

A young disciple strode in, his face grave. "Several villages down the mountain have been massacred, and the method used is the same as that of the evil cultivators in that village last time."

Master Jinghui opened her eyes, her gaze calm: "Another village has been massacred?"

"Yes, and this time it was on a much larger scale... three villages at the foot of the mountain were almost completely wiped out."

The disciple's voice was filled with suppressed anger, "After investigating, I found that the essence and blood of the dead had been completely drained."

"This is the method of a demonic cultivator."

Master Jinghui stood up, a cold killing intent flashing in her eyes. "They finally couldn't resist showing their faces."

She turned and walked out of the Ancestral Hall, heading deep into the forbidden area behind the mountain.

Deep within the forbidden area lies a secluded stone chamber, perpetually shrouded in a pale golden halo.

Master Jinghui walked to the stone chamber door and bowed, saying, "Grandmaster, there are demonic cultivators causing trouble near the sect."

"This disciple humbly requests that our master come out of seclusion."

The door to the stone chamber slowly opened, and an old Taoist nun with a weathered face and a full head of white hair walked out.

She wore an old, gray-blue Taoist robe, and her aura was restrained. She looked no different from an ordinary old woman!