The heavens start from Maoshan

In any case, Ning Caichen has a little friendship with him, and now that the distress letters have been sent, it is unreasonable not to go and have a look.

"I'm going out to do some errands. You have to take care of your home during my absence."

Before leaving.

Zhang Heng repeatedly explained to Nie Xiaoqian.

As for Granny Shu, she is currently hibernating and recuperating from her injuries, and she doesn't have much time to wake up.

"Master, go slowly."

Nie Xiaoqian was not in a hurry to reincarnate after taking care of the old demon of Montenegro.

Because Zhang Heng helped her look at it, she has a lot of sins, if she enters the underworld with a whole body of sins to reincarnate, she will inevitably have to go to the frying pan several times.

So she didn't plan to reincarnate for the time being, borrowed some money from Zhang Heng, and built a porridge shed on the old site of Lanruo Temple to help travelers and earn merits.

months down.

People in the nearby counties and towns all know that Lanruo Temple is gone, replaced by a row of tree houses, and there is an ugly woman giving food in the tree house.

Of course, Nie Xiaoqian is not ugly.

The so-called ugly woman is just that she used a cover-up to avoid more troubles.

Two days later.

Mushan House.

Zhang Heng rode a tall horse and came to Mushan Mansion.

It's just that in the current world, the state capital is not peaceful.

At least this is the case in Mushan Mansion.

At a glance, the streets are full of depression, eight out of ten shops are closed, and very few are still open.

Pedestrians on the street were alert to each other, armed with knives and swords, as if they would fight if they disagreed.

Occasionally, a stray dog ​​ran by with stumps and broken arms in its mouth, and it was unknown who stayed behind, which was very desolate.

"Master, please do me a favor."

Seeing Zhang Heng riding a white horse, the beggars looked greedy like flies smelling the fragrance.

Zhang Heng had no idea of ​​helping them.

Because he saw with his Dharma eyes, each of these beggars was covered with blood. It is difficult to say what to do at night while being a beggar during the day.

"Catch the fugitive, don't go!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the crowd.

Zhang Heng looked back and found that it was a government servant with a knife hand, looking for wanted criminals all over the street.

"It's not you, get out of here."

The yamen servant held a stack of reward documents in his hand.

When you see someone acting suspicious, you will stop and interrogate them. The style is simple and rude.

"The one on the horse, don't go."

The beggars scattered and fled.

The yamen servants ignored them, because these beggars had no grease on them, but Zhang Heng, who was riding a white horse, looked like a fat sheep.

"He looks quite handsome, where did he come from, and what are you doing in Mushan Mansion?"

The yamen servant led people to catch up with Zhang Heng, and while asking, he looked at the official document offering rewards.

"Come from Guobei County, come to Mushan Mansion to visit friends."

Zhang Heng was riding on the horse, and he still did not forget to ask: "This head catcher, how can I get to Widow Alley?"

"Widow's Alley?"

After being called to arrest the head, the yamen servant looked very happy. After checking the official reward document twice, he didn’t think that Zhang Heng was imagining any wanted criminals, so he said, “Go straight from here, turn left at the second street, and continue straight. Let’s go, just meet a hitching post and go south.”

"Thank you for the captor."

Zhang Henggong cupped his hands and followed the guidance.

As a result, I went to the Widow Alley to have a look.

This should be a slum in Mushan Prefecture. There are mummified corpses hanging from the trees, and the streets are full of filth. Eight or nine-year-old children have no clothes to wear, and only a few straw ropes are tied around their bodies.

Ordinary people are also yellow-faced and muscular, with no clothes covering their bodies.

Some people were wandering on the street like walking dead, their eyes were numb and they couldn't see any light.

"This uncle, looks a bit unfamiliar!"

The more chaotic the place, the easier it is for maggots to breed.

Seeing Zhang Heng approaching, several local snakes with swords and knives surrounded him.

"Hey, talking to you, why are you pretending to be dumb?"

Seeing Zhang Heng turning a blind eye to him, the leading bully pulled out the iron sword from his waist and pointed the bloody sword tip at Zhang Heng: "Can you test whether my sword is sharp?"

Zheng! !

Zhang Heng drew his sword instantly.

A sword slashed across the man's neck, and the blood did not stain the sword.

"Okay, what a fast sword!"

The bully covered his neck with an expression of disbelief.

"Kill, people kill!"

The people dispersed in a hurry.

Zheng!

Zhang Heng put the sword back into its sheath, and whispered, "Is my sword sharp?"

"Lee!"

The bully fell to the ground, dead.

"Who kills, who kills?"

The shouts here quickly attracted the servants.

Zhang Heng looked up and found that it was the acquaintance who showed him the way, and said with a smile: "Captain, I will trouble you again."

After finishing speaking, he took out an ingot of silver from his pocket and threw it directly to the yamen servant: "Wash the ground, and then drag him to a mass grave to bury him, so that no one will say that I don't care about killing and burying him."

"Ouch!"

The yamen servant stretched out his hand to take it, and saw the clear fingerprints on the silver.

Looking at this, the yamen servant knew that the person in front of him could not be provoked by himself, and then looked at the twelve snowflake silver ingots in his hand, and suddenly smiled: "Little man Kuai Dao Liu, he is a street patrolman in these streets, dare you Ask the master what is your name?"

Zhang Heng replied: "My surname is Zhang. I have a friend named Ning Caichen in this widow's alley. If there is no accident, I will stay in Mushan Mansion for a few days."

Kuaidao Liu heard this, and hurriedly said: "The villain is quite famous in this area. If the master finds something useful, you can send someone to inform me."

If you make a random move, it will be ten taels of snowflake silver.

This is the gold master. If you hug your thighs, you dare not say it. It would be good to instigate yourself a few more times and earn some more money.

"Okay, I remember."

Zhang Heng nodded in response, and then asked: "If I kill this beast, there won't be any trouble, right?"

"Don't worry, my lord. It's just some bastards licking blood. There will be no tomorrow. If there are people fighting in the next street, just count him in. People like this will die someday."

The world is difficult, and people die every day.

Although Kuai Dao Liu is a fast catcher, he is used to seeing life and death, so he doesn't care about it.

"Brother Zhang!"

Don't wait to be polite.

He saw a scholar walking towards him with a hen in his arms.

Zhang Heng looked up and saw if it was Ning Caichen, he said cheerfully, "I was just worried that I couldn't find where your home is, and I saw you unexpectedly."

Seeing Zhang Heng coming, Ning Caichen was overjoyed: "My mother asked me to take this non-laying hen to the street to sell, but I didn't expect it to be sold in one day, and I thought it was a bad thing. It is God's will in China, this is to let me keep the hen and make soup for Brother Zhang at night!"

Seeing that Zhang Heng had met his friend, Kuai Dao Liu Gong handed over his hands and dragged the corpse away.

Zhang Heng didn't care about this, and got off his horse, and said to Ning Caichen, "In Lanruo Temple, you ate half of my pheasant. It seems that today is the time for you to return it to me."

Hearing and answering words.

Ning Caichen slapped his thigh: "When I left, I borrowed a tael of money from my elder brother. During this period of time, I copied books for others, and made a small profit. Later, I will make up the money for my elder brother."

Zhang Heng has no concept of money.

Hearing that Ning Caichen wanted to pay back the money, he said indifferently: "The money is no longer needed. You can use this money to buy some food and drink, and treat me to dinner at night. You can also have a tooth-fighting festival with your family."

Ning Caichen's clothes were clean, but there were quite a few patches on his clothes.

It can be seen from this that his family conditions are average, not superior, and he doesn't eat much meat on weekdays.

He wouldn't ask for money, and refusing it directly would inevitably hurt Ning Caichen's self-esteem.

It's better to buy food directly, feast on it, and take care of the next family along the way.

"Okay, I'll listen to my brother."

Ning Caichen responded immediately, and rushed home with Zhang Heng.

Arrived at Ning's house to have a look.

The Ning family may have been rich before. Although the house is an old house and visibly dilapidated, the house is not small. There are three sets of front yard, middle yard and back yard.

Not surprising though.

Ning Caichen was born in a poor family, educated, and has a reputation as a scholar.

A poor family is also a family. If it is replaced by an ordinary villager family, it is impossible for the children and grandchildren to study, and there is even no concept of reading.

"Caichen, who's here?"

Hearing the movement outside, a sixtieth woman came out of the courtyard.

Ning Caichen looked up and said to Zhang Heng: "Brother Zhang, this is my mother. I also have a brother who is a door-to-door son-in-law. He doesn't come back very often."

Zhang Heng praised: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."

After praising, he took out another scripture from the Qiankun bag and said, "It's the first time we meet, I don't have anything to give away. This book of Taishang Qingjing was copied by myself, old man, please accept it."

Ning Caichen's mother heard that it was only the Buddhist scriptures, which were copied by Zhang Heng himself, and she thought it was not a valuable thing, so she took it and said, "Thank you, Taoist priest."

Zhang Heng nodded with a smile.

He didn't tell Ning Caichen's mother that this Taoist scripture was written by him while practicing sword, and the strokes carried the meaning of sword.

Although it is not like Bodhidharma's handwriting, which can have the phantom of Buddha rushing out of the scriptures, it also has the ability to frighten demons and kill evil spirits.

Enshrine this book at home, and idle ghosts will never dare to take a step.

Putting it in the hands of a rich family is not easy, and it is enough to be regarded as a family heirloom to protect future generations from evil spirits.

Chapter 195: The Ning Family

night.

The Ning family dinner was quite sumptuous.

Steamed buns cost two for one penny.

Pork costs twelve cents a catty, and mutton costs.

In addition, the old hen at home, the fish exchanged for people with millet, and a braised duck.

There was a large table full of dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, and everything, and it didn't cost more than a hundred yuan.

The dinner table.