After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 391

Prajna Buddhas: A secret from the abyss of Buddhism. By using this technique, you can summon the gods and Buddhas of heaven and deter evil.

Qin He took a look and realized that it was indeed a reward from a super-quality monster.

It is another secret of the Abyss Buddhism, and its level is quite nice.

Speaking of it, there are quite a few good things in the Abyss Buddhism.

In front was the mighty heavenly dragon, behind was the Daluo mantra, and now comes the Prajna Buddhas.

It feels like each one is stronger than the last.

All the gods and Buddhas in heaven have come out. Even the King of Hell has to retreat in fear of this scene.

Study with determination, and you will soon understand the secrets of the skills and master them thoroughly.

A little bit of progress again.

"Master, why do you always pause for a moment when a corpse is cremated?" Wang Tiezhu asked curiously.

Qin He narrowed his eyes and said with a half-smile, "You are quite observant."

Wang Tiezhu's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

Paralyzed by curiosity, I asked questions that I shouldn't have asked.

"Sir, I just asked casually, just treat it as a fart." Wang Tiezhu covered his mouth and waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'll go plant the peppers tomorrow." Qin He didn't pay much attention to it, yawned, and lay down on the quilt.

Come to think of it, I haven't had a good sleep for a while and I'm feeling sleepy.

"Yes."

Wang Tiezhu nodded quickly as if he had been pardoned.

In an instant, a large number of pepper planting, cultivation and breeding techniques appeared in my mind.

……

In the second half of the night, crematorium No. 7 was quiet and secluded.

Qin He was snoring softly, and Xiao Diao was curled up in his arms. The remaining fire in the crematorium was flickering. Only Wang Tiezhu was used to staying up all night. He took out the pepper seeds and sorted them one by one.

At this moment, a little devil wearing a pointed hat and a black iron chain on his hands poked his head into the crematorium.

Its color was darker than the soul body, and it went straight through the wall. The beams and pillars of the wall did not hinder it at all. It walked to the side of the crematorium, just took a glance, and then threw the chain out.

The iron chain instantly bound Huang Xian's soul in the ashes of the crematorium. With a strong pull, Huang Xian's soul broke away from the crematorium and floated in the air.

It swung the chains and tied them with great familiarity, just like a fisherman casting a net.

The Huangxian soul is obviously more solid than the ordinary ghost, but it does not resist at all, its eyes are empty, and it has no intelligence.

After tying up the soul, the little ghost did not leave, but stayed in the crematorium. Seeing Wang Tiezhu carefully sorting pepper seeds, it moved closer to take a look.

Seeing that Wang Tiezhu had no reaction to its presence, it stretched out its hand and waved it in front of Wang Tiezhu.

After fiddling around for a while and feeling bored, it turned to Qin He, poking its head out, its eyes full of curiosity.

But at this moment, a round, spotless white little head slowly stretched out from Qin He's arms without any warning, and met its eyes.

The little ghost paused, was stunned for a moment, then shrank his neck and quickly pulled the Huang Xian soul away.

It looked like a frightened deer.

……

For many days thereafter, the capital became slightly calmer than before.

The biggest reason is that a troublemaker that has been making trouble everywhere has finally stopped.

It rained for several days in the capital. Although the amount was not much and every drop was as precious as oil, spring plowing still began.

The climate in Dali has become increasingly dry and cold over the past decade. Experienced farmers no longer expect good weather and harvests. They are lucky if they can grow spring seedlings and survive until autumn without a harvest.

People's livelihood is still difficult, but there is finally hope.

There is good news, but bad news also follows.

Since the beginning of the new year, there has been no rain in Shaanxi, Gansu and western Shanxi. Not only has the famine not been alleviated, but it has become more and more serious.

After the Waking of Insects, an urgent document was quickly reported to the capital.

The remnants of the 36th Battalion of the Chuang Army gathered in Shilou and elected Gao Yingxiang as the second generation King of Chuang, known as "Gao Chuang".

The thirty-six battalions joined forces and once again started the rebellion.

The rebels successively conquered five counties, namely Shilou, Ningxiang, Jishan, Wenxi and Hejian, and their power grew like a snowball. The local garrison troops were unable to suppress them and suffered repeated defeats.

It looked like another riot was about to begin, even bigger than the Ludilian Rebellion.

For a moment, the horses' hooves galloped, and the city gates rose and fell all night long. Although thousands of miles away, the tense atmosphere was still transmitted to the capital.

The emperor issued several decrees in succession to prepare the army for war.

Dali, a war machine that was so broken that it was on the verge of death, once again spewed out thick black smoke.

The Five Military Commandery received the order to speed up the pace of rebuilding the Beijing camp.

Whales fall to the north and south, and sharks drop to the east and west. This is great news for the refugees in the capital.

The Beijing army suffered heavy losses on the battlefield in Lu, and it was no small task to replenish tens of thousands of troops.

Good men don't become soldiers, and good iron is not used to make nails. Anyone who can make a living in the capital will not become a "soldier". A bunch of officials are thinking about recruiting refugees.

The refugees are living in fear of death from day to day, and they will have as much as they want as long as they have something to eat.

As for whether the skinny refugees could hold a knife or march, it was not within their consideration.

The emperor issued an edict, setting a deadline for reconstruction, and those who failed to do so would be executed.

Saving your life is the most important thing, as for the rest, it doesn’t matter who you love.

The war machine was put into operation, and raising food and wages became the top priority.

So, the 200 large ships of the 9,000-year-old grain-raising team set sail again and headed south to the rich land of Jiangnan.

There was an uproar and chaos inside and outside the government.

Various memorials impeaching the Nine Thousand Year Old Man piled up on the imperial desk like snowflakes, with people fighting back and forth like dragons and tigers.

The world is vast and chaotic.

The underworld is also not peaceful, and the ghost gods have discovered it.

Something terrible has happened. The King of Hell's Palace has disappeared.

Without the Yama Palace, a huge number of dead souls stayed in Guangqian Palace. No matter who entered the reincarnation cycle, the yin energy immediately surged to the sky, and a large number of dead souls kept waking up and turning into ghosts.

While King Yama was in seclusion, the ten great Yin generals each had their own ulterior motives. Some sent Yin soldiers to suppress him, some watched coldly from the sidelines, and some even acted as troublemakers in secret.

In the underworld, a riot is about to happen.

That night, Qin He "ran into" an uninvited guest.