The heavens start from Maoshan

A flash of light flashed in Zhang Heng's mind.

At Qingyun Temple, Chuchenzi once told him that his patriarch had given him a dream, telling him that the magic circle set up in Wenxian had been broken, and the people who were suppressed in the wellhead had escaped.

At that time, neither he nor Chu Chenzi knew who the person who released Yue Qiluo was.

Now, he knew that it was the young monk in front of him.

"That monster, is it Yue Qiluo?"

Zhang Heng's gaze towards Wuxin was very complicated.

"Master, have you seen him?"

Heartless eyes lit up.

"More than seeing."

Zhang Heng smiled bitterly, and recounted his encounter with Yue Qiluo.

Of course, he didn't mention modern things, only said that he was seriously injured by Yue Qiluo, and he survived when he met a magician with superb medical skills.

After hearing his words, Wuxin was overjoyed and asked, "Master, did Yue Qiluo say where she would go?"

"Where?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, Yue Qiluo didn't say this before leaving.

Just thinking that Yue Qiluo's strength has not recovered yet, Zhang Heng deduced: "She should be looking for a place to retreat, no, she cultivates the ghost way, simple retreat is useless, if she wants to recover to the heyday, she must need a lot of souls ."

Following this line of thought, Zhang Heng thought again and again: "You can investigate where a large number of people have died recently, not one or two, that kind of death, but hundreds, tens of thousands."

Wuxin was silent for a while after hearing it, and asserted: "I have been inquiring about news all this time, if I want to talk about the dead, it must be the three northern provinces. Commander Zhang ordered a comprehensive suppression of bandits, and the people of the three provinces must be returned to the blue sky, who are killed every day. There are hundreds of bandits."

"The three northern provinces!"

The Baichang Mountain, which Zhang Heng was going to, was located in Ji Province.

Yue Qiluo may be there now, or maybe they will bump into each other.

"It's a blessing, not a curse!"

Zhang Heng suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and looked at Wuxin with some confusion.

What is the origin of this Wuxin, let alone Yue Qiluo, he still pursues her all the way to subdue her again.

Is he that great?

Seeing that he is only in his 20s, is it possible that he is the reincarnation of a great virtuous monk who has awakened his previous life, or the dharmakaya of the third life of the living Buddha?

"Master Dao, is there something wrong with the little monk?"

Unintentionally being looked at was a little hairy.

Zhang Heng didn't go around in circles, and said bluntly: "Master, Yue Qiluo's magic skills are sky-high, and there are few people in the world with such skills. Master, what do you have to rely on if you want to subdue her?"

"Relying on nature is there."

Wuxin looked confident: "As long as I can find her, I'm [-]% sure that I can accept her so that she can never harm anyone again."

Zhang Heng thought to himself that he had encountered a strange person, and asked, "Is the master from Daxue Mountain?"

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Wuxin smiled without saying a word, only said: "The Taoist leader believes that the little monk is just that. The little monk travels around the world and has seen countless ghosts and ghosts, so it's not good to stand here."

After he finished speaking, he said, "Then Yue Qiluo and I, I called her a little girl to lift her up, and the Taoist priest just relaxes."

As soon as Zhang Heng heard it, he was very loud. Where did this monk come from? I have never heard of such a person.

You must know that although Yue Qiluo looks small, she actually existed during the Kangxi period, and she is now two hundred years old.

Wuxin wants to call her little girl, she must be older than her years, is it really a reincarnation/Buddha on Daxue Mountain.

Just by looking at his appearance, I don't know which living/Buddha was reincarnated, and in which generation he was reincarnated.

It's terrifying anyway.

What Zhang Heng didn't understand was that if Wuxin was a living person/Buddha who had been in the world for many lifetimes, how could he have recklessly released Yue Qiluo.

Weird, really weird.

"Master, I'm going to Ji Province to do business, why don't we go together."

Zhang Heng went to the three northern provinces to send the ashes of the third aunt to his hometown.

Wuxin's bragging is so powerful, why don't you just bring him with you, in case you are unlucky on the way and knocked down Yue Qiluo, just to see the methods of this wild monk.

"that would be great."

Wuxin agreed in one go, and then asked: "The little monk has an unkind request. I live in the world, and I have no foreign objects. I will go all the way."

"It's mine."

Zhang Heng didn't care.

Then the two went to the train station together.

I bought some snacks and fruits, and bought two train tickets to Kyrgyzstan.

Bang, bang, bang...

Zhang Heng was used to the trains of the Republic of China.

It's just different from the inside of the pass. Outside the pass, perhaps because there are more bandits, there are more guards on the train.

It's also getting colder.

It was about a few degrees below zero in Tianjin, but it immediately became a dozen degrees below zero outside the customs.

Others said that it is still warm, sometimes it can reach minus [-] to [-] degrees, and go out to drink and drink too much at night, and there is no one to help. There is only a dead end.

"Master, you are considered to be oral today. I just went to the front and found that the guard in the car got a black chicken from nowhere. This thing is eaten in winter, and it is a great supplement!"

Zhang Heng walked into the box with a meat pot: "Since the master is from Daxue Mountain, shouldn't he avoid alcohol and meat?"

"No taboo, no taboo."

Monk Wuxin hurriedly expressed his stance. Seeing the untouched chicken pot that Zhang Heng was holding in his hand, he wondered, "Are they so hospitable, they gave you all the meat pot?"

"That can, I paid for it. This pot of black chicken cost me two oceans."

Zhang Heng put down the meat pot and blew his hands: "It doesn't matter if you have money or not, the main thing is that the things are good, this is a good thing in season, and the sellers will come over and ask for two more pots of shochu. "

There are salesmen selling food on the train.

Peanuts, boiled corn, roasted sweet potatoes, tea eggs, noodles, pastries, shochu.

Although there are not many styles, they are all hard goods, and it is very hungry to eat.

Zhang Heng asked for two pots of shochu and four noodles.

Two noodles per person, one pot of shochu per person, and a steaming chicken pot, the saliva will come down when you smell it.

"Drunk, drunk."

Unintentionally muttering a few words, he picked up the soju and took a sip.

"How about it?"

Zhang Heng asked.

The monk Wuxin didn't speak, but gave a thumbs up: "Pure!"

"Hey, you're welcome, just, just."

Zhang Heng picked up the chopsticks and started.

"what about the taste?"

This time it was the turn of the unintentional question.

Zhang Heng squinted his eyes and replied with a smile, "Ask knowingly."

Chapter 61: Safe and Safe

Wine and meat through the intestines.

Zhang Heng and Wuxin were lying on the bed in a dignified manner, unrestrained.

"Master, have you been to many places?"

"Yes, to the east to Goryeo Fusang, to the north to Siberia, to the south to Indonesia, to the west to Greece and Egypt, I have traveled a lot."

"Which is the most fun?"

"Western Xinjiang, the desert oasis makes me linger, and the water of Tianchi Lake seems to be able to cleanse the soul."

"Where's Xizang?"

"What do you say over there, the plateau area is actually not as good as this side."

"It turns out to be like this. By the way, Master, which temple did you practice in before?"

"Ha ho, ha ho..."

"Grandmaster?"

Zhang Heng looked up and found Wuxin had fallen asleep.

"I fell asleep pretty fast."

Zhang Heng took out the paper ghost, shook it in his hand, and thought to himself, "You are my fighter, and it will be troublesome if you can't recover."

"Master, you seem to be holding something evil!"

There was a careless voice in the ear.

"Master, aren't you asleep?"

Zhang Heng looked sideways.

"The poor monk woke up when he sensed evil things."

Wuxin replied while looking at the paper figurine in Zhang Heng's hand: "You have something interesting!"

"Yeah, this is a side-by-side method. It is not common in the rivers and lakes to seal ghosts into paper figurines and turn them into paper ghosts for one's own drive."

Zhang Heng said this, and shook the paper ghost in his hand again: "Unfortunately, my paper ghost has been severely injured and has fallen into a deep sleep, and I don't know when I will recover."

"Let me see."

Inadvertently he closed his eyes.

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng suddenly felt that he was being watched, looked at Wuxin, who closed his eyes and said nothing, and whispered, "Dharma Eye?"

"Oh my God!"

Wuxin suddenly screamed and jumped up from the bed.

Zhang Heng was frightened by his voice: "Master, why are you so surprised?"

Wuxin opened his eyes, his eyes full of lingering fears: "I saw someone sleeping inside, I called her, she looked up and almost scared me to death."

Forehead...

Zhang Heng didn't answer.

Because even if it was him, after getting along day and night, sometimes he would be startled when he saw Chu Meiren.

Speaking of which, Chu Meiren can change.

Just don't know why, she likes to use her most terrifying appearance, perhaps because she has been hurt and lacks a sense of security.

"Although I only glanced at it, I also saw a bit of doorway."

"If my guess is correct, it should be injured by the soul secret technique, so it is sluggish, and it can't even answer your call."

The monk Wuxin said it in a prudent manner.

"Master, you guessed right, it's the soul secret technique."

Zhang Heng recalled the scene when he fought with Yue Qiluo, and said solemnly: "Yue Qiluo's eyes can shine with red light, and when the red light shines, my paper ghost will be seriously injured in an instant. Just be careful with her eyes."

The monk Wuxin didn't care about this, and continued to talk about the paper ghost: "If you take it on your body like this, it may be a long time ago that it will recover. I have a suggestion. It is better to choose a dark place and bury it under the ground. That way it might recover faster."