The heavens start from Maoshan

Some simply collapsed and became a rubble.

Of course, there are also well-preserved houses, of which stone houses are the main ones.

Only these stone houses can withstand a hundred years of changes and are preserved like historic sites.

"Ox-nosed, look..."

Push open the door of a house.

As far as the eye can see, there are four coffins in the shed in the courtyard.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

Zhang Heng bowed his head first, and then said to the monk, "It should be done by the officials. A hundred years ago, after the plague was over, they took away valuable objects and then made coffins for these villagers."

As for why there are only coffins and not buried in the ground for safety.

Zhang Heng thought it would be troublesome to come. After all, there are hundreds of people in a village. It is a big job to bury them. In addition, these people died of the plague. No one wants to be contaminated more. No matter who you put it on, it is considered a reunion. "

"I'll look elsewhere."

Wuxin monk went to the second house again.

Not long after, the monk came back with a heavy expression and said, "Sure enough, every household has coffins, ranging from one or two to seven or eight. Some of the coffins have been scattered, and the bones are hard to be found. Those who were responsible for the funeral were really guilty."

Zhang Heng didn't say much.

After all, it has been over a hundred years since the incident. Zhang Heng didn't want to comment on whether the people who dealt with the funeral were inappropriate and didn't know much about it.

In case these people died of the plague, the doctor ordered not to be buried, so as not to pollute the water source, this kind of thing is not unheard of.

"I saw an ancestral hall on the top of the mountain. Although the doors and windows have been damaged, people can live in it if it is repaired."

"You and I are monks. We don't have any taboos like ordinary people who eat from all directions. I see that the scenery on the top of the mountain is just right, and it should be very comfortable to live in."

Zhang Heng talked about the stay.

"Immeasurable Buddha, you can decide where you want to live. A poor monk can live in a place of three feet."

After speaking, the monk Wuxin glanced at the coffin in the courtyard again: "I can't bear to see these people exposed to the wilderness, so let me bury them in the ground for safety."

With his hands folded together, Monk Wuxin took the pickaxe and prepared to do something stupid.

Why is it stupid.

Because it is only January, the weather is freezing cold, and the predecessor of Plague Mountain is Sanlang Village. A village is less than a few hundred people. It is not easy to dig hundreds of coffin pits in this cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

"Monk, it's freezing cold right now, and the ground is freezing hard. You let me dig hundreds of holes with you, and put these people in the ground for safety. They won't come out, but if you can't do it, let me know." , I will pay some money and go to the town to call dozens of helpers, I am willing to do this."

Zhang Heng didn't mean to help.

He is not the unintentional monk, and the unintentional monk is not him either.

Monk Wuxin's solution is to dig a hole by himself, while Zhang Heng's solution is to spend money to hire someone.

The process is different, but the result is the same. This is because the thinking is different and the coping style is different.

"No, monk, I have the strength, it's cold, just do some work to warm up."

The Wuxin monk refused without thinking.

Zhang Heng ignored him as soon as he heard it, walked around, looked around, and quickly circled the village.

"Did you see something wrong?"

On the side of Wuxin monk, he has already begun to gather the coffin.

He did it very ingeniously. Afraid that he would forget which one was which, he marked the coffin to prevent the wrong mansion, and allowed the Zhang family's daughter-in-law to go to the Li family's house.

"There's nothing wrong. There are gossips hanging on the top of the mountain. When the officials went up the mountain to collect the bones, they should have invited a mage to do the ritual."

"The villagers of Sanlang Village were reincarnated a hundred years ago. They looked terrifying. There were coffins in every household. In fact, there was nothing dirty and they were very clean."

Zhang Heng put his hands behind his back, watching the monk Wuxin work, and said: "I guess the plague a hundred years ago should be the plague, some bones have tooth marks on them, and it looks like they were bitten by small rodents. ."

"It's just that I haven't figured out why this mountain's Yin Qi is so heavy."

"It stands to reason that when choosing a site to build a village, people should not be invited to come to see it. With the yin of this mountain, living here has to have nightmares every day, and it is not suitable for building a village at all."

Monk Wuxin listened and said, "The feng shui pattern may also have changed later. When Sanlang Village was built, it was suitable for living here, and the feng shui changed after the earth dragon turned over. This kind of thing is very common."

"Makes sense."

Zhang Heng didn't think too much.

After all, no matter what happened a hundred years ago, it was already a hundred years ago.

He didn't come here to investigate the case, but to use the extremely yin place of this mountain to breed paper ghosts. What did the right and wrong have to do with him back then?

Chapter 65: Unintentional departure

half a month later.

There are three more 210 graves on the back mountain.

Speaking of which, Monk Wuxin is indeed a bit of a man. In this cold day, the ground is as frozen as iron. Even if he calls four strong men over, he may not be able to dig a few graves in a day.

Wuxin monk can dig more than a dozen a day, and it seems that he can't use up all his strength. Zhang Heng is amazed when he sees it.

"Monk, how did you get your strength? You can work hard with an iron pick for a day. If you go to the train station to carry sandbags, you won't be able to close the railway company?"

Looking at the unintentional monk who finished his work and ate meat, Zhang Heng was a little new.

"The poor monk is born with divine power and can pull two oxen upside down."

The unintentional monk said lightly.

"Pull two cows upside down!"

Zhang Heng was amazed.

This monk has a lot of energy. To say that the purple-faced heavenly king in the legend of the Tang Dynasty is powerful and broad, is nothing but a backlash.

This monk, with thin arms and thin legs, did not expect that his strength was astonishing, and he was about to catch up with those unparalleled generals in the history books.

"correct."

Zhang Heng remembered one more thing: "Monk, we have known each other for a long time. These days, apart from listening to you shouting a few words of the Infinite Buddha, why haven't I seen you meditating?"

"Forehead..."

The monk Wuxin was at a loss for words, and defended: "The Buddha is in the heart, not limited by the shape."

"is it?"

Zhang Heng was skeptical.

Meditation in the morning and evening is a compulsory course for both Buddhist and Taoist schools. If he remembers correctly, the same is true for Tantra on the Daxue Mountain. It is not a special situation.

It's just that I didn't wait to ask any more, and the third Aunt Zhu, who I hadn't seen for a long time, came again in the form of a hedgehog.

"Zhang boy."

The white hedgehog has a naive face and staggers.

You know, Zhang Heng lives in the ancestral hall on the top of the mountain. If he climbed all the way up, it is estimated that the third aunt has suffered from old age.

"Third aunt, why are you here?"

Seeing the white hedgehog, Zhang Heng didn't care to talk to the monk, and asked, "Have you found the whereabouts of Yue Qiluo?"

"Exactly."

Bai Hedgehog sat on the ground with a serious face: "That Yue Qiluo can really hide, we went back and forth, we rummaged through most of the three northern provinces, and only found her trace in Hemo."

heard.

Zhang Heng looked at Monk Wuxin.

The monk wiped the oil from his mouth, drank the wine in the glass, and stood up and said, "Since I found the enchanting, I will not stay any more monks. I just go down the mountain as soon as possible, get rid of this enchanting, and bring peace to the world."

Zhang Heng knew that this matter was important.

One day later, Yue Qiluo will recover one more point.

It has been two or three months since he got out of trouble. It is impossible to say that because he has been sealed for a hundred years, his strength has recovered by seven or eight. It is right for the monk to go quickly.

"Monk, wait for me."

Zhang Heng went to the back room and quickly came out with a package: "I can't help you when you go, just take this package, it should be able to help you."

"what is this?"

Seeing what Zhang Heng said solemnly, Monk Wuxin took it over carefully.

As a result, when he opened it, he found that there was a half-pocketed ocean inside, and said in a daze, "Money!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Heng said earnestly: "I don't know if Chai Migui is at home. From here to Hemo, you can't walk. Then when will you get there?"

"Similarly, take a train, hire a carriage, which one doesn't need money. With these oceans around, you can concentrate on dealing with Yue Qiluo and don't have to worry about other things."

The unintentional monk was stunned for a while.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that what Zhang Heng said made sense, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that I, a monk, would eventually be inseparable from this yellow and white thing. No wonder the Buddha had to practice the golden body."

Zhang Heng didn't answer this and said, "That old witch is very clever, Master must be more careful when he goes."

"Go, go."

The unintentional monk is also free and easy.

He put the package on his back and waved his hand, just like when the two met for the first time, he came and left gently.

"hope everything is fine."

Zhang Heng watched Monk Wuxin's back, and thought to himself: "The old witch has a deep relationship with me. If the monk can accept her, it will also be a problem with me."

"what!"

Just after thinking about it, Zhang Heng suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

As soon as he lowered his head and saw the white hedgehog sitting on the ground dozing off, he suddenly realized: "The mountain is so high, the monk should take the third Taigu down the mountain."

"Third aunt, third aunt?"

Zhang Heng called twice.

"Who?"

The third aunt woke up, looked at Zhang Heng in front of her, and looked to the side: "Where's the monk?"

"It's gone down the mountain."

Zhang Heng answered.

"That's good."

The third Taigu looked sleepy: "Hedgehogs have the habit of hibernating. My physical instinct has been violated. I won't stay any longer. I'll have to sleep more when I go back."

Whoosh! !

The white hedgehog rolled itself into a ball, slammed it down, turned into a white ball and rolled down the mountain.

In a blink of an eye.

The third aunt took the monk one step to the bottom of the mountain, leaving only a string of snow marks that had been crushed.

"Is it still possible?"

Zhang Heng looked novel and muttered, "I've lived in my twenties, and today I've learned a lot."

...night...

"Monk, it's time to eat!"

When the meal was ready, Zhang Heng subconsciously shouted.

After shouting, he remembered that the monk had already gone down the mountain in the afternoon, and he was the only one left on the mountain.

"People are really habitual animals. After getting along for more than ten days, I'm almost used to having monks around."

Zhang Heng sighed and shook his head.

time flies.