The heavens start from Maoshan

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"There is a corpse king on Beiwang Mountain, and Daoist Zhang Heng caused lightning to strike the mountain, and even the mountain collapsed."

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"There was a drought on the Beiwang Mountain. Daoist Zhang Heng invited the heavenly soldiers and generals. After a fierce battle, the mountain fell."

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"Daoist Zhang Heng is a god of the sky. He spit thunder light, and he went down and collapsed Beiwang Mountain."

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What about Zhang Heng?

Carrying two bottles of lotus white, at this time, I was walking up the mountain gracefully.

The poem said: "I have turned my heart to the bright moon, and wealth and honor are like floating clouds with me."

What people are welcome.

What squire's three.

What flowers, applause, cheers, worship.

Zhang Heng didn't care at all, even the dead cousin, the pretty girl, and the filial Liu Qi, at most made his eyes bright, and it was impossible to disturb his heart.

Ton ton ton...

Open Lotus White and take a few sips.

Zhang Heng lit the stove in the house, sat on the futon, and began to reflect on himself.

A trip to the North Mountain.

Although he didn't fight the zombies head-on, he did a good job.

It also confirmed his point of view, to deal with zombies, you don't have to use a mahogany sword, and you don't have to fight for [-] rounds.

As the saying goes: a black cat is a white cat, if it can catch mice, it is a good cat.

It doesn't even need to be a cat, as long as it can catch mice, it's not impossible for a dog.

"To sum up, although zombies are known as copper skin and iron bones, they are infinitely powerful."

"But its shortcomings are obvious. Its tangible body must be overcome by physics. Even if it is made of iron, it cannot withstand the bombardment of cannons, just like the smashed guardian armored corpse of Da Luodao. "

"So it's fairly easy for me to deal with this kind of tangible thing."

"Of course, it's just ordinary zombies. Zombies like flying corpses and dry scorpions that are flying in the sky and have their own magical powers. I'm afraid these methods will not work."

"Take the fried mountain as an example."

"The drought is not afraid of the sun at all. If I provoke it, I am afraid it will rush out and tear me to pieces at the first time."

"Although Fei Zong is afraid of the sun, it can fly up to the ground and hide in the ground during the day. It can't come out at all, and it is impossible to find it in the vast land."

"At night, when they come out, they come and go like the wind. Even if the bomb is buried in advance, it's hard to say whether it can be affected. These two levels of zombies are best to walk around."

The more Zhang Heng thought about it, the more cautious he became.

Without revealing his face, he managed to get the air of an old zombie, and gradually faded away in this kind of introspection.

April...

The weather has started to warm up.

Pushing the door out in the morning, Zhang Heng found that the snow on the mountain had melted a lot, and the trees had begun to sprout.

Zhang Heng ate his breakfast, released the paper ghost from the talisman seal box, and enjoyed the sight of the earth rejuvenating together.

"Boy Zhang..."

After watching for a while, Zhang Heng heard a familiar call.

Looking back, it was indeed the third aunt who came.

"Third aunt, you are here."

Zhang Heng greeted her with a smile, picked up the third aunt and placed it on the table, and brought her two thumb-sized tomatoes: "This is a tomato, a rarity."

"Ugh..."

The third Taigu had no appetite and sighed and said, "I just received news that the monk and Yue Qiluo were fighting in the desert, and both lost. The monk was rescued by us, and Yue Qiluo disappeared again."

"Disappeared?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

"Yes."

The third Taigu speculated: "She may find that we are helping the Wuxin monk to find her, and if she disappears, I am afraid she will not return to the three northern provinces, and outside the three northern provinces, we, the immortals, are weak, I am afraid we can also help Nothing to you."

Zhang Heng comforted: "I'm the one who caused you trouble. Yue Qiluo, the old witch, has a profound knowledge. Let her know that you're helping me, and I'm afraid I'll find you in trouble again."

"Don't be afraid. The three northern provinces are the base camps of our spirits. It's not that she, Yue Qiluo, can be presumptuous when she says she is presumptuous."

The third aunt is full of confidence and doesn't care about Yue Qiluo's revenge.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng was relieved and asked about the monk again: "Is the monk seriously injured?"

"this..."

The third grandmother was in trouble: "When we found him, the bones of his upper body were all shattered. It stands to reason that he should have died. But when we carried it back, we found that he seemed to be fine, and the bones began to heal."

Special physique?

Zhang Heng thought of this word for the first time.

Because in Maoshan, Shi Jian, who belonged to Fulu's lineage, had a special physique and was born close to thunder and lightning.

The power of Lei Fa in his hands is [-]% higher than that of others.

It sounds like [-]% is not much, but in fact it is enough to make people invincible at the same level, and they fight beyond the level.

"Third Aunt, did the monk say anything to me?"

"Said, he asked us to tell you that after the injury is healed, he will continue to hunt down Yue Qiluo, and there is no chance of seeing each other in a short time."

"He also said that he lied to you about something. He is not a monk, and he is not from Daxueshan."

"As for the specifics, he will tell the truth next time we meet, so that you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing this, Zhang Heng muttered, "As expected!"

No matter how people change, some habits will not change.

Wuxin neither practiced Zen nor meditated. Zhang Heng had long suspected that he was not a monk.

Of course, fake monks, really strange people.

Yue Qiluo's greatness Zhang Heng saw with his own eyes, and he has no intention to chase and kill her, which is not an ordinary skill.

"Zhang Xiaozi, the words have been brought to you. If you are all right, I will leave."

"One more thing."

After the paper ghost recovered, Zhang Heng should go back.

I didn't leave because I waited for unintentional news.

Now that the news has arrived, I also know that Wuxin is recovering in Hemo, Yue Qiluo is missing, and it is meaningless to stay here.

"Third Auntie, please give Wuxin a message and say that I'm going back to the south."

"When you come to the south in the future, you must come to Yangjiang to find me. I am very easy to inquire in Yangjiang."

Zhang Heng said this.

After looking at the third grandmother again, after thinking about it, she took out a pocket of ocean from the house: "Third lady, you can take this pocket of ocean. If you are greedy, take a piece of ocean to the farmer's house to exchange for some wine and meat."

After speaking, Zhang Heng considered that it was not very safe, and then said: "It's better not to go to the farmer's house. If you get drunk and meet a wicked idiot, you can't say that you will die."

In some folklore, spirits that appear in front of people often end miserably.

Zhang Heng has seen such a story.

A farmer at the foot of the mountain runs an orchard, and every night an old woman comes to buy fruit.

As a result, one day he was catching up with the farmer's home to make wine, but he refused but drank a few cups.

Who would have thought that the old woman was so drunk that she fell to the ground after walking a few steps, showing her true form, and at first glance it was a red fox with a fiery red body.

Needless to say later, he was killed with a hoe, skinned and sold for money.

Zhang Heng asked himself, the snow-white hedgehog like the third Taigu is also very rare.

Although it is not as valuable as the red fox, but a discerning person knows that it is worth a little money.

If this is drunk and beaten to death by a hoe, who can make sense.

So after thinking about it, Zhang Heng took back the previous words and persuaded: "Whatever you want to eat, let's take a piece of ocean and go to the disciple's hall. We are rich, who thinks that you are not a treasure and should not be respected?"

The third aunt thought about it and did not refuse.

Not to mention, she has lived in the south for many years and loves longan and lychee.

It is not cheap to transport these two kinds of fruits to the north. If you are greedy, you can't ask the disciples to buy some of them. It would be a loss of face.

Having money is different.

If you want to eat what you want to eat, you can tell me directly. If we have money, we can see who's face, and no one's face.

"Okay, I see."

The third grandmother nodded in agreement, and then said, "My sect leader is going to open a church hall in Changchun. If you have something to ask me in the future, you can write or send a telegram to the Bing Hall in Changchun, and I will go there too."

Zhang Heng Jishou: "Blessed and immeasurable Tianzun."

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ps: In the early morning of tomorrow, the [-]D will be updated.

Chapter 70: Homecoming

God Lingling!

Earthling! !

The moon is dark and the wind is high, go home! ! !

Handong Province.

Chaoshan Township.

Two in the morning.

Zhang Heng carried a bamboo box on his back, a flag in one hand, and a bell in the other, walking down the quiet path in the dead of night.

Just like what he said, when he returned home, he would definitely take the ashes of Bai Lanlan and Ye Dandan, and send them to their families.

As for how he knew where the two of them lived.

Don't forget, Liu Qi and they are both progressive students, so they will naturally talk about these things.

"Bai Family!"

When he came to the door of a compound, Zhang Heng thought to himself, "It should be here."

dong dong dong...

Knock on the door.

During the period of the Republic of China, large families lived in courtyards, and the gatekeeper was standard.

Hearing the knock on the door, the porter answered in a short while, "Who is it?"

"My name is Zhang Heng. I'm from Tianjing. I'm sending your young lady's ashes home."

Zhang Heng answered truthfully.

The concierge did not dare to believe it, worried that it was a robber who deceived the door.

So I opened a door-in-door on the door, a small window the size of a slap that could look out.

Looking into his eyes, Zhang Heng was standing outside alone in a Taoist robe.