Zombies are self-improvement

Where to hide?It's too far away, but it's too close... If those soldiers suddenly get excited and sneak into the house, at best they will be shot as ordinary zombies, or at worst they will be taken to the laboratory in the safe area.

All kinds of torture, I can't ask for death.

Yuan Yuandao thought, then only the suburbs.

In addition to roads, the suburbs of the city where the safety zone is located are mostly green forests.In modern society, people always rush to the city center. There are almost no zombies in the forest. There will be no zombies to make trouble for them, and the soldiers in the safe zone will not rush into the forest rashly. It would be better. .

After thinking about Yuan Yuandao, he began to walk to the suburbs.

Suddenly his steps froze.

In my memory, Lao Yuan once said that there is a small ancient temple in the suburbs of this city, which seems to be extremely effective.As soon as this thought came to him, he suppressed it.Sure enough, people cannot be expected to be very rational at the time of life and death. Zombies are monsters and ghosts. Monks can't protect themselves, can they still subdue them?

Even if it was possible, his identity would be embarrassing.

The forest has been sparsely populated, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of dead leaves, and under the dead leaves are rotten leaves.

After walking for more than two hours, he went deep into the woods, but... Yuan Yuan looked around, and there was nothing but trees.Although it was a corpse, he still wanted a place to stay.

Xiao Ling was very obedient, only silently grabbing his neck.

After walking for a while, he saw a temple behind a big tree that was barely surrounded by two grown men in the dense forest.According to the mottled blood on the wooden door, Yuan Yuandao concluded that this temple was not spared, but it was still a good place to live.

Holding Xiao Ling in his arms, he paused for a moment in front of the steps made of blue bricks at the entrance of the temple, said "Excuse me", and then pushed open the closed door.

There was a dead body lying on the ground, it was a monk wearing a cloth shirt, and his death was miserable.

The fat monk came out with a mouth full of dried blood, and a warning sound came out of his throat.

--roll roll roll.

This was Yuan Yuandao's first time being provoked by a zombie. It was quite new. He had just clenched the handle of the knife on his back when his vision blurred, and he saw the uncle zombie who had slipped out of nowhere and rushed towards him.

Fighting among zombies is nothing more than biting and scratching.

The fat zombie was thrown on the ground by the uncle zombie because of his inattention. Because of his weight, it was difficult to stand up and he was always passively bitten.The uncle noticed that the zombie meat was not tasty, so he vomited it out, and when it was time to bite, he still bit it very ferociously.

The fat zombie couldn't bear it any longer. With a corpse howl, he turned over abruptly, held the uncle's neck with one hand, and was about to bite it down.

Yuan Yuandao pulled out the knife, and there was a "click", which was like the cracking sound of an overripe watermelon.

With a "snap", a monk who was so thin that only a handful of bones remained ran out, closed his eyes, and said with tears and snot on his sallow face: "Senior brother! I won't hide anymore, you eat me... "I didn't even see that his senior brother had been opened.

He was also terribly frightened, and he shook his thin mouth and said: "The Buddha used to feed eagles with meat... I won't go to hell..."

A long article on Buddhism.

Yuan Yuandao also accepted it.The skinny monk felt something was wrong, opened his eyes, was startled, saw Yuan Yuandao and the others, looked at the zombie brother lying on the ground, tears came down again.

The uncle smelled human and wanted to pass, but was stopped by Yuan Yuandao's low howl.

"Little master, are you alone in this temple?"

The thin monk looked at the zombie of the uncle behind Yuan Yuandao, and said directly: "Why are you with the zombie? Are you in peace?"

"Fate, it's amazing."

The thin monk gave him a strange look, muttered "mentally retarded", and said: "The abbot said in the morning that another guest came to visit. I thought he was hungry and fainted. The benefactor will come with me."

After a few steps from the temple, I came to a dilapidated wing room. The story in this temple is also simple.

The temple is located in the deep forest, and few people usually visit it.After inheriting the mantle, the abbot took in homeless children as disciples, and some of them left on their own, impatient with the silence in the forest. In the end, the big waves washed the sand, leaving three young monks and the old abbot to depend on each other.A few weeks ago, the fat monk went out to do some shopping and came back with a high fever. He turned into a zombie and sent his second junior brother to the west.The ability is not small, forcing the remaining juniors and the abbot of his family to lose weight.

The wing door was pushed open.

An old monk wearing a dress with large and small patches sits on a futon and meditates.The furnishings in the room are very simple, with tables, chairs, beds and quilts. Because the door was blocked by his disciples a few days ago, the defecation and defecation are all in the room, and there is a slight smell.

The skinny monk was also well-behaved, he opened the window to ventilate himself, and cleaned up the house.

The old monk didn't open his eyes either, the corners of his eyes drooped due to wrinkles and ravines, his eyebrows were loose, and his lips moved: "The benefactor is here, please sit down."

The thin monk is very busy and has no time to deal with it.Yuan Yuandao took out the old futon under the table by himself. Although the futon was old, it was very clean, as if he knew that there would be a guest today and the owner packed it up and put it aside.

Yuan Yuandao has always been in awe of these things, and sat silently.

The old monk seemed to chew the words in his heart before vomiting them out slowly, calmly and indifferently: "How is it outside?"

"not too good."

Yuan Yuandao watched his shriveled lips purse, and let out a sigh.

In an instant, he seemed to be freed from the torment of life and death. Even though his heart was soaked in acid water, he didn't feel so sad.

"My father said that your place is very effective. I don't want to meet the abbot by chance today."

After hearing this, the old monk slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes flashed brightly, and said lightly: "It's not my race..."

Yuan Yuandao: "!!!"

But he calmed down quickly. In the deep forest, even if the old monk wanted to do something, he couldn't beat the three of them, so he retorted: "We are also human."

"You cannibals."

"Africa also has..."

The old monk waved his hand: "Cannibalism is addictive, ignorance is also good luck. But you can speak clearly, or have a glimmer of hope, go."

At this time, the skinny monk came in with two bowls of hot porridge, avoided the uncle, and put it between them.While motioning Yuanyuan to eat, he said to the old monk: "The benefactor finally came here, why don't the abbot make a fortune for someone, is this journey worthwhile?"

The old monk handed the bowl in front of Yuan Yuandao to the skinny monk: "Fate and fate are all created by myself, why... Anyway, tell me what you want to know?"

Only then did the skinny monk realize the difference in Yuan Yuandao, took the bowl, and sat on the floor next to the abbot, fearing that he would also be driven away by the hot porridge, he began to drink it.

"I want to know how I can become... normal again."

"I don't know."

The old monk drank the porridge slowly.

"Then when can I see Lao Yuan...is my father?"

The old monk paused, looked at him, and said calmly, "Your father has never suffered much... You are still young, so it is a marriage."

Yuan Yuandao: "..."

The old monk continued: "Good things take a long time."

"What..."

At this moment, Xiaoling slipped out of his arms and jumped on the old monk.

I couldn't bear it anymore.

Yuan Yuandao was very close to the old monk, just as he stretched out his hand, he saw the old monk gently hugging the little girl who was hungry for food.The smell of blood escapes, the sound of swallowing blood...

Yuan Yuandao's scalp was numb. He knew that Xiao Ling would lose control, but he didn't expect that the target was this old monk. It was too late to stop him.He hurriedly turned his head to suppress the uncle's zombie who was eager to try, and wanted to reach out to hug Xiaoling, but was stopped by the eyes of the old monk.

The thin monk stood aside, seemingly stunned.The old monk patted Xiao Ling: "Slow down, slow down..." as if he was worried that the child would not choke.

Yuan Yuandao stared dumbfounded at this weird and warm scene, and when he came back to his senses, Xiao Ling crawled away by himself and vomited aside.

"This..." He didn't know what to say anymore.

"The deadline has come... It's cheap for this little guy." The blood kept gushing from the old monk's neck, and he waved to the uncle zombie, "Come, come, don't waste it."

The uncle zombie crawled to the side and vomited.

Vomiting sounded one after another.

Yuan Yuandao almost doubted his three views. Could the old monk be able to resist the zombie virus?Still have nine lives?

Fuck, is everyone so insane in the last days?

In fact, the old monk sat down.

The old monk's funeral was very simple, Yuan Yuandao and the skinny monk buried him in the open space in the backyard. He was light-boned and didn't take much time, but the fat monk was heavy and took a lot of effort.In the old monk's wing, Xiao Ling and the uncle vomited to death, while Yuan Yuandao and the skinny monk in the backyard were digging a hole.

As the sun sets, there are two new graves under the willow trees in the backyard.

The thin monk knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, with a heavy sound.The two returned to the wing room, which was not a place for people to stay.Xiao Ling and the uncle were paralyzed on the ground, looking like they had lost their lives. There were piles of filth on the ground.

"Should!"

Even so, Yuan Yuandao picked up Xiao Ling and went to the front hall.Seeing the skinny monk leaning over to help the uncle, he hastily stopped him and said, "Little master..."

The skinny monk picked up the uncle and said, "It's okay, he won't want to eat human flesh for a while."

"Hey?"

Well, not everything can be explained by science.

A room with a stench was locked in by the door.

In the hall, under a clay bodhisattva, Yuan Yuandao and others were sitting, while the skinny monk went to cook the white radish in the vegetable field by himself.The three zombies sat around, Yuan Yuandao was still a little angry, so he let Xiao Ling sit by himself, and paid little attention to it.Xiao Ling was ignorant, as if he hadn't realized what was wrong with him yet.

The skinny monk avoided embarrassment because few people in the hall could eat boiled radishes. He finished his stomach in the kitchen and wiped his oily mouth before returning to the front hall. He saw several people sitting quietly.

The atmosphere is weird.

Yuan Yuandao suddenly said: "Little Master, what are you going to do next?"

After hearing this, the thin monk said solemnly: "Go out of the mountain to help the world!"

Pill pills, jujube pills.

——What do you use to help the world?Like your abbot?

Yuan Yuandao thought of the scene where the skinny monk cried and begged the fat monk to eat him, and he felt a little headache, but he couldn't ignore him.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo, I edited the article a few times because of the format of the article, sorry for causing trouble to the cuties (T▽T)