The heavens start from Maoshan

Therefore, in the current environment, the major sects do not place much emphasis on the importance of skills and secret arts.

"Then I will ask Master Uncle."

Zhang Heng nodded in response, then thought for a while, and said: "I will make two copies of the Taiping essentials later on, one will be stored in the Daozang Hall for the elders and uncles to read, and the other will be burned to Sanmao Patriarch, let the patriarchs help correct the correction."

The important technique of Taiping is said to have been left by the old fairy of Nanhua.

"Taiji Real Man Applying Lingbao, Fasting, Prestige, Prestige and Various Sutras" says: "Zhuang Zhou is also the Supreme Nanhua Immortal.

Nanhua is the title of Zhuangzi, so the Nanhua old fairy who passed the letter to Zhang Jiao is probably the Taoist sub-sage Zhuangzi.

Maoshan was descended from the lineage of the Qing Dynasty. Although he did not enshrine Nanhua Zhenren as his patriarch, he was still enshrined during the great sacrifice.

Zhang Heng has already thought about it.

Looking back, behind the Sanqing Hall, a Nanhua Hall was added, and the statue of Nanhua Zhenren was invited in and regarded as the patriarch.

As the saying goes: Thousands of words are not worth a single point of ethics.

Patriarch Nan Hua, you drink tea.

......

Another half moon.

The two copies of Taiping Essentials were copied, one was burned to Patriarch Sanmao, and the other was sent to Maoshan Daozang Hall by Taoist Zhaixing himself.

Originally, Zhang Heng put it away by himself, flipped through a few pages when he had nothing to do, and then sealed it in the safe in the real world after he knew it by heart, so as not to be beaten by someone as a monster when he went out.

"Big guy!"

Another day.

Good news came from Zhang Xiaofo: "It's connected, it's connected!"

"Get through?"

Zhang Heng suddenly stood up and asked, "Have you gone in?"

Zhang Xiaofo is a well-rounded person, and he replied obediently: "Not yet, I'm waiting for your order."

"it is good."

Zhang Heng quickly left the camp and came to the construction site.

In the eyes, there was a cordon around the robbery cave, and the black old six brought by Zhang Xiaofo stood aside, with smiles on each other's faces.

"Okay, okay!"

Zhang Heng looked inside the robbery cave.

After pondering for a while, he opened his mouth and said, "We don't know what the Hanba Palace is like. If we go down rashly, our lives may be in danger."

Upon hearing this.

Heibei Lao Liu opened his mouth and said: "Commander, those of us who explore the tomb and fight against each other are doing this job. If we really die here, it will be our fate."

Zhang Heng glanced at Hei Lao Liu: "That's what I said, but you guys have come thousands of miles from Changsha to run errands for me, and I don't want to risk your lives."

After thinking for a while, he said again: "I think it's still the case. Go to Cheshi City to find a few people who are suffering from incurable diseases and are dying soon. Make a promise and let them go down and have a look first."

Cheshi City has a large population.

It is easy to find a few people who are terminally ill and want to get some money for their families before they die.

At that time, they will have the bottom line in their hearts, and the pathfinders will have money, and everyone will be happy.

"This..."

The black-backed sixth child wanted to refute, feeling that it was a bit embarrassing.

But thinking that this Hanba Palace is not prepared for people, and there is nothing to say about it, so I thought about it and agreed: "Thank you, Commander."

"You don't need to be polite, I will rely on you later."

Zhang Heng was also unambiguous, and directly sent people to Cheshi City to recruit people.

The next day, a dozen or so people who were dying and suffering from incurable diseases were found.

Some of them had tuberculosis, some had syphilis, some had bone cancer, and they all wanted to get some money for their families before they died.

When Zhang Heng promised to give ten sheep, everyone was full of joy, and even the people who watched the excitement were a little bit moved, no one else, poor.

"The three of you are the first to go down. Be careful when you get down. If the situation is wrong, just pull the rope, and we will pull you up."

"If there is no danger down there, just explore inside, with 10 minutes as the limit, and even if there is no danger in 10 minutes, you have to come back and report to me alone, understand?"

Zhang Heng told the first three people to go down.

"Yes, sir."

The three nodded in succession.

Soon, they tidied up their tools one by one, took the safety charm and flashlight and went down the rope.

1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3 minutes.

More than ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, Zhang Heng looked at his watch, frowned and said, "It's been ten or six minutes, what's the matter with death, why is there no reaction at all?"

After waiting for more than ten minutes, no one came up to report.

Zhang Heng looked at the people behind him: "Go down again. After going down, the last person will stay at the entrance of the cave, tie the rope around his waist, and shake the rope every half a minute to show that you are safe."

Swish!

Another servant.

But soon, the rope began to shake wildly.

Before everyone could react, there was a scream from below, and then there was nothing else.

"Pull the rope up."

Zhang Heng's face sank like water.

Soon, the rope was pulled up, and a person was tied to the other end of the rope, but at this time it was already a corpse.

"There is no external injury, it doesn't look like rice dumplings or poisonous insects!"

The black-backed sixth child stepped forward to check, then turned to Zhang Heng and said.

"Let me see."

Zhang Heng stepped forward and pulled out the dead man's eyes.

Looking at the eyes, the eyes of the deceased were covered with white spots, and the peace amulet worn on the chest had also been burned.

I stood there and thought for a while.

Zhang Heng lit a stick of incense and brought it to the corpse's nose.

Taking a closer look, the cigarette rose slowly without any shaking.

"His soul was sucked away."

Zhang Heng snuffed out the soul-nourishing incense, and explained to everyone: "This is my soul-nourishing incense, it's not for people, it's for souls."

"This person has just died, so his soul should not be out of the body. He will inhale this fragrance vigorously, and the fireworks will shake."

"Not shaking, it means that his soul is no longer in the body, and combined with the white spots in his eyes, I can be sure that he died because his soul was sucked out."

Upon hearing this.

Zhang Xiaofo said: "Could it be that Han Ba ​​is still alive?"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "Hanba doesn't suck people's souls, and I'm very sure that there won't be any Hanba in this Hanba Palace, and any of them will be dead, because today's world is not enough to support the existence of Hanba."

Zhang Xiaofo asked: "What could that be, ghost?"

"Ok!"

Zhang Heng nodded, and said softly: "It's not an ordinary ghost. The first three people all died in an instant. Ordinary ghosts are not so powerful even if they suck people's souls."

His tone paused slightly, and Zhang Heng's eyes were full of thought: "I suspect that there is Visaga below!"

Vaisaca, one of the eight ghosts.

In Taoism, it is called a spirit-absorbing spirit ghost, or a soul-sucking ghost.

This is a kind of hellish ghost that likes to live in groups and is not common. It can suck away people's energy and spirit, and the soul is composed of gods.

"Drought demons have disappeared for hundreds of years."

"This Hanba Palace, I think it has been occupied by doves and magpies, because ghosts are exclusive, not only sucking human souls, but also ghosts and corpses."

"With them here, there will be no other things in the Hanba Palace. It is a blessing in misfortune."

Vampires aren't too difficult to deal with, since they're pack ghosts.

Those who like to live in groups are often not strong individually, and generally win by numbers.

And this is a kind of nerdy ghost.

Every time they suck the soul of a person, they will breed themselves and give birth to a new soul sucker.

When the number reaches the point where the ghost mother is satisfied, she will hide and live her own life.

Of course, what is a satisfactory quantity is hard to say.

Some soul-sucking ghost mothers are lazy, and a few soul-sucking ghosts are very satisfied together.

But some soul suckers are ambitious, and there is even a city dedicated to soul suckers in the underworld, where hundreds of thousands of soul suckers gather together.

Considering the size of Hanba Palace, it shouldn't be too many.

Dozens or hundreds, it is considered a moderate family.

"Uncle Master went to the Maoshan General Altar, counting the days, there is still some time before he can come back."

"Based on my strength, a small group of ghosts should not be enough of a threat to me. Forget it, don't wait, let me go down."

Know what's next, and then compare your own strength.

Zhang Heng thought about it, and felt that he could settle, at least he wouldn't lose.

That being the case, don't wait for Taoist Zhaxing, he sent Taiping Yaoshu back to Maoshan, and he won't be able to return in a short time.

"Put me down."

Zhang Heng made some preparations and started to act.

Zhang Xiaofo wanted to follow, but he refused.

These people from the Old Nine Sect are ordinary people, the boss, the second child, and the third child, they are useless, they just scare ordinary people, and they will not work when things happen.

Among the few, the strongest black-backed sixth son was slightly stronger than Adjutant Wu.

Use their strength to enter the Hanba Palace and face dozens or even hundreds of ghosts.

Zhang Heng felt that there were only three words: "Dead." "

"You don't come out."

"You are a ghost, they are real ghosts."

"A real ghost has no emotion or consciousness, only instinct."

"The instinct of this group of ghosts is to suck souls. Humans, ghosts, and corpses are all part of their recipes, and they restrain you very much."

Enter the tomb.

Zhang Heng released a paper ghost to support him, but he didn't dare to let it run around.

Because although the paper ghosts are strong, they can't stand up to the pack of wolves, and it's probably not a good time to meet hundreds of ghosts.

clap clap.

The paper ghost patted his body.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng smiled, and whispered: "Don't worry about me, I have the Huangtian technique to protect my body, fly sand and move rocks, and the soul suckers who win by living in groups and numbers will not work when they encounter my breathing technique."

The voice fell.

At the end of the tomb passage, a black mist suddenly struck.

Zhang Heng took a closer look and found that the so-called black shadow was actually a group of ghosts gathered together.

Zheng!