The heavens start from Maoshan

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You must know that many domestic slaves have no shoes at all, whether they work in the fields or at home, they walk barefoot and their status is very low.

Boom! !

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and it began to rain lightly.

The young man hurriedly led the old cow in the yard into the Maitreya Hall to shelter from the rain. When he arrived, he did not forget to say to Zhang Heng: "There are two monk's rooms here, a fire room, and a main hall. I will live in the monk's room on the left." Now, the one on the right is for you, and my cow lives in the hall, what do you think?"

"good."

Zhang Heng nodded in agreement.

After thinking about it, he took out two steamed buns from the Qiankun bag and handed them to the young man: "Take it and eat it."

"I don't eat your steamed buns for nothing."

The young man took the steamed buns and took out a handful of dried dates from the cloth bag: "I picked these up on the mountain. Although they are a bit small in size, they taste good. Give them your steamed buns."

"it is good."

Zhang Heng was also polite and took the dried dates.

Entrance.

It was very dry and astringent, and the taste of jujube was very light, so it was not delicious at all.

The young man ate with relish, took a mouthful of dried dates and steamed buns, and asked Zhang Heng, "Where do you come from? Are you a friend of the monk in the temple?"

Zhang Heng shook his head.

Seeing this, the young man said again: "The three monks in the temple are good. They often help us with work when they are free. I don't know where they went. They left without saying a word and never came back."

Zhang Heng asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Fang Han, but my surname is not Fang. Fang is my master's surname, so my surname is Fang."

"As for my original surname, I don't know. I was abandoned by my parents at the door of the Fang family. I have been a slave of the Fang family since I can remember. , I should be considered happy, right?"

Fang Han is very talkative, chatting happily with Zhang Heng.

After chatting for a few words, Zhang Heng couldn't help asking: "Who gave you your name?"

"My lady."

Fang Han's eyes were full of admiration: "My young lady is amazing. She is the successor of the Lingxi sect. It is said that this is one of the best sects in Yuzhou, and it can make people fly over walls."

Zhang Heng had never heard of the Consonance School.

Come to think of it, this should be a Jianghu sect. Unless you have practiced martial arts to the point of mastery, otherwise, to Zhang Heng today, ordinary warriors are no different from weeds.

"You know how to read?"

Zhang Heng glanced at the notebook in Fang Han's hand.

"I don't know it, but there are pictures on it."

Fang Han cherished the dialogue book very much, and whispered to Zhang Heng: "There is a maid in the house who can read, and I treat her to sweet money. She told me the above story, which is about a girl named Yan Chixia. A story of a great hero who slays demons and slays demons, and fights for righteousness."

"Who?"

Zhang Heng was stunned.

"Yan, Chi, Xia!!"

Fang Han paused every word, his face full of admiration.

puff...

Zhang Heng burst out laughing.

It's not that he doesn't respect Yan Chixia, but that this is too absurd.

It feels like my second cousin who has become a superman in underwear.

"Yan Chixia is very powerful, she is a hero, this is what my lady said herself."

Fang Han blushed.

"Uh..."

It's not that Zhang Heng doesn't believe it, it's just that it's a bit ridiculous.

But he could see that Fang Han should be Yan Chixia's die-hard fan, so he asked, "Does the book say what Yan Chixia looks like?"

Fang Han said proudly: "The face is like a jade crown, and the eyes are like stars."

Hahaha! !

Zhang Heng leaned forward and back together with a smile: "Was it Yan Chixia at that time, it was so ridiculous!"

Yan Chixia's mighty strokes made her look like a wanted criminal.

With a face like a jade crown and eyes like stars, this sentence says that he is not bad, let alone Yan Chixia.

"Have you met Yan Chixia?"

Fang Han was also stunned.

"It's more than just seeing each other. We often drink together."

Speaking of wine, Zhang Heng couldn't help but untied the gourd around his waist and took a sip into his mouth.

Fang Han didn't believe it.

Looking at the notebook in his hand, he looked at Zhang Heng who was close at hand, and asked, "You must be very good if you know Yan Chixia?"

"Okay."

Zhang Heng glanced at Fang Han's script, and said, "My name is Zhang Heng, maybe one day, you can also buy my script, or see me in Yan Chixia's script."

"Really?"

Fang Han is skeptical.

Zhang Heng didn't explain, just drinking.

Seeing him drinking happily, Fang Han swallowed a little: "Your wine smells really good, can you let me have a sip too?"

"No."

Zhang Heng said bluntly: "My wine is a great tonic medicinal wine. It is not suitable for ordinary people to drink. People like us drink it to strengthen their bodies and mana. Ordinary people or people with insufficient cultivation can drink it. Just one sip. Then the deficiency will not be replenished, and the seven orifices will bleed to death."

Fang Han didn't believe it, but Zhang Heng had talked about this, so he didn't ask any more.

Of course, Zhang Heng didn't lie to him either.

The inner alchemy of the Demon King of He Dao Realm was soaked in his medicinal wine. The first time Yan Chixia drank it, she had to use her mana to refine the medicinal power immediately, let alone an ordinary person.

Tick, tick.

The rain is getting heavier.

Zhang Heng drank wine and looked at the night sky, leisurely.

But not long.

There was a sudden rustling sound outside, Zhang Heng took a look and saw three monks walking in the rain.

The three monks had bloody faces and dull eyes.

After entering the courtyard, he walked straight to the meditation room.

But when they came to the meditation room, the three of them just stood there without speaking or coming in.

"Who?"

Fang Han heard the movement and opened the window.

Click! !

A flash of lightning flashed.

This glance was so clear that Fang Han yelled out in fright: "Ghost!"

tata tao...

The three monks didn't seem to hear Fang Han's screams, and they walked towards the Maitreya Hall together.

Seeing the three ghosts leaving, Fang Han knocked on the door of Zhang Heng's room in a hurry, and said tremblingly, "Brother Zhang, ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"I know."

Zhang Heng opened the door and looked at the backs of the three ghost monks: "If I'm not wrong, the three of them should be the three monks in the temple, right?"

Hear this.

Fang Han looked surprised: "No wonder I look so familiar."

Zhang Heng nodded: "They are not evil spirits, they just have obsessions and refuse to leave. You said before that these three monks left suddenly half a month ago. Looking at it now, they didn't leave, but were killed. gone."

bang bang bang...

Not long after, the sound of chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish came from Maitreya Hall.

Zhang Heng listened and said, "Don't come out if you're afraid."

After finishing speaking, he walked to Maitreya Hall alone.

"Brother Zhang, wait for me."

Although Fang Han was afraid of ghosts, he was even more afraid of being alone, so he hurried after Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng didn't care about him either.

Holding the sword, he came to Maitreya Hall.

In the eyes, three ghost monks were sitting on the futon, two of them were chanting scriptures, and one was knocking on the wooden fish.

"What are they doing?"

Fang Han stood behind Zhang Heng with a puzzled expression on his face.

Zhang Heng himself was also puzzled.

The three monks had been killed a long time ago, and if they don't want to reincarnate now, they must be obsessed.

Could it be that this obsession is chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish?

It shouldn't be, this is being a monk and being a fool.

hey hey hey...

Knock on the wooden fish and read scriptures.

Not long after, the three monks stopped, grinning the corners of their mouths, like a dragon king with crooked mouths, grinning directly to the corners of their eyes, terrifying and weird, looking at the Buddha statue, hehe smiled, with an extremely satisfied expression.

Laughed for a while.

The three monks got up and left, the people behind put the shoulders of the people in front, and disappeared under the drizzle after a while.

Gudong!

Fang Han swallowed, a chill rose from his heart, and his words trembled: "Are they gone?"

"gone."

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, thinking and thinking.

After a while, he said to Fang Han, "Go and check on the Buddha statue."

"now?"

Fang Han was a little scared.

Zhang Heng didn't speak, just looked at him.

Seeing this, Fang Han couldn't hold back anymore, and hurriedly said, "I'll go right away, don't look at me, it makes my back feel cold."

Use both hands and feet.