The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhenbei.

Zhang's ancestral hall.

"Don't say it, it's quite lively."

Zhang Heng took a look at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

There is a stage outside the ancestral hall, and "The Peony Pavilion" is being sung on it.

On the open field outside, there are hundreds of benches, and many ancestors of the Zhang clan are sitting here listening to the play.

Seeing Zhang Heng coming, everyone whispered and praised.

As soon as he praised him for making Dagou town rich, his children and grandchildren lived a good life.

Erkua this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is big enough. Not only did they invite a theatre troupe and burned a dozen carts of paper money, but they also put pork, rice, and fruit snacks on the bench so that they could eat while watching the theatre. thoughtful.

"Everyone take a good look and don't make trouble."

"After watching the play, just go back with the gangsters, and don't let anyone walk around. The gangsters have already made arrangements. After everyone goes back, if you have anything to do, go to Big Brother Ma. He is my master's brother, everyone. family."

Zhang Heng warned the ghosts.

"Xie Patriarch."

The ghosts shook hands.

......

the next day.

"Aheng, take a trip to Rongcheng with me, something happened to your uncle."

When Zhang Heng got up in the morning, he was having breakfast, and Xu Zhenren rushed over in a hurry.

"What happened?"

Zhang Heng had a question mark on his face.

Xu Zhenren sighed and said, "It wasn't the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wen Cai went to a ghost show last night. He was bewitched by ghosts and let go of thousands of ghosts. Now the Yin Si is furious and wants your uncle to solve this matter within seven days, or else You are going to take Wen Cai to punish you, your uncle has no choice but to ask us to help."

After speaking, he continued: "It's not just us, Aunt Zhe, your uncle, and the people from Maoshan Zhongguang from Guangdong and Guangxi. He has already contacted all of them. After all, thousands of ghosts are not so easy to catch."

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

He remembered that in a movie, there was a plot of a literary talent releasing ghosts on the Mid-Yuan Festival, but he didn't expect it to happen today.

noon.

Rongcheng, City God Temple.

"That's what it is."

"Those wandering spirits are running around now. I'm worried that they will come out at night to make trouble. We must catch them in the shortest time possible."

On the left of Uncle Ninth stood Awei, and on the right stood a listless literary talent, and said with a sad face.

"Thousands, not a few."

"Fortunately, there is no particularly powerful existence in this group of ghosts. Otherwise, if the ghosts travel at night, Rongcheng will have to be devastated by life."

Xu Zhenzhen also looked serious.

"Brother Heng."

Taking advantage of the crowd talking, Wen Cai leaned over to Zhang Heng and whispered, "I really didn't mean it, that ghost is so powerful, I accidentally got her way."

Zhang Heng glanced at Wen Cai and sighed: "It's useless to say anything now. You have caused a big disaster. After this incident is over, Ninth Uncle will definitely punish you. If you don't punish you, you can't explain it to Yin Si."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Heng said again: "In my opinion, after this matter is resolved, you can go back and renovate the Yizhuang, open a funeral supplies store, sell and sell things on weekdays, buy goods, and go back to the shop again Asking for a wife is better than fooling around all day long."

Zhang Heng is telling the truth.

Because he felt that Wen Cai was hopeless, and returning to the world of ordinary people was good for him, Jiu Shu, and Mao Shan.

Instead, he stayed by Uncle Ninth's side, what else could he do except make trouble.

No one can wipe the skin for him all the time, and some things can't be forced.

three days later.

Zhang Heng, Xu Zhenren, Qian Zhenren, Cane Gu, Jiu Shu.

The exorcist priest from Jiuquan Town, Ma Madi from Shanfo, Yimei Daoist from Meizhou, Mao Xiaofang from Ganquan Town, and No. [-] Mao from Lingui really gathered together.

"With people like us here, not to mention thousands of lonely souls, just a few thousand murderous ghosts are nothing, no problem."

The first Mao was dressed in a suit and tie, and looked incompatible with the other people wearing Taoist robes.

But he is capable, known as Maoshan No. 1 combining Chinese and Western, plays an important role in Xiguang area, and likes to gamble with others very much.

"By the way, why didn't Senior Brother Zhaixing come?"

The one who spoke was a man with a brow.

This person's two eyebrows are connected together, and it looks like there is only one eyebrow, and he is not angry and arrogant.

"Senior Brother Zhaixing has gone to Qinghai, and I can't contact him now."

Ninth Uncle replied, and then said again: "But Senior Brother Shi Jian said he would come, so it's almost the end of the day."

"Who is talking about me?"

Living people are not easy to talk about.

Just as he was talking, footsteps came from outside the door.

Everyone looked up and saw that the visitor was wearing a black and white Taoist robe and a dharma crown, who could not be Shi Jian.

And beside him, there was a young man in his 20s with a wretched face.

Zhang Heng recognized him. He was nominally Shi Jian's disciple, but in fact he was Shi Jian's son, but he did not reveal his identity.

"Big Brother."

Among the 69 generations of disciples of Maoshan, Shi Jian entered the school the earliest.

Therefore, he is not only the senior brother of the Fulu faction, other people will also call him senior brother when they see him.

"Master Uncle."

Zhang Heng also got up and saluted.

Hearing his greeting, Shi Jian turned his head slightly: "You should be Ah Heng, I have heard a lot about you, and now it looks like a talent."

"It's all the uncles who love them."

Zhang Heng responded, then smiled at Shi Shaojian: "Senior brother."

"Ah."

Shi Shaojian glanced at Zhang Heng, and then looked at the literary talent beside you: "The stupid looking fool next to you is the literary talent who did this?"

After speaking, a strange sound of tut tut came out of his mouth: "It's really bad enough!"

Wen Cai dared not speak out.

Even Ninth Uncle on the side heard this, the expression on his face was not very good, just because Shi Jian was a senior brother, it was not easy to attack.

"Brother Heng, although he is telling the truth, I still hate him very much."

Wen Cai muttered beside Zhang Heng.

"Do you think he came after you?"

Zhang Heng glanced at Shi Jian, and then at Uncle Jiu: "The drunkard's intention is not to drink."

The elders are already old, and the election of the new Sixth Hall Master is imperative.

Shi Jian seemed to be here to help this time, but in reality he was here to demolish the platform, and I am afraid there will be a fierce fight in the future.

After all, Shi Jian is still the seventh son of Maoshan, the senior brother of the 69 generation disciples, and his innate condition is to be stronger than the ninth uncle.

Daoist Xingxing is here, he may be able to restrain himself a bit.

Zhaixing is not there, no one can suppress his arrogance.

Chapter 97: Thank you for Uncle Jiu

"Lin Jiu, how do you usually teach your disciples to cause such a big disaster?"

"I know, I understand that you are a believer, and if you don't know, I thought it was me, Maoshan."

As soon as Shi Jian opened his mouth, he gave Ninth Uncle a big hat.

"Eldest brother, if someone makes a mistake, my apprentice is also careless for a while."

"okay..."

Shi Jian raised his hand: "You don't need to say those wittices, I'll just ask you, you invited us over this time, do you want us to help you carry this burden?"

Uncle Jiu took a deep look at Shi Jian and replied, "Senior brother, we have already discussed it. The best way to deal with this group of lonely and wild ghosts is to use the innate gossip array."

Shi Jian said bluntly: "You have all discussed it, what are you asking me to do?"

Jiu Shu did not answer this, but instead asked: "Senior brother, I wonder if you have a better way?"

Shi Jian was at a loss for words.

The innate gossip array, formed in eight directions, covers a large area, and is most suitable for subduing ghosts.

There are other ways, but there is no better way than this one. The people present are all knowledgeable people, and it will only make people laugh if they say it.

"Okay, the Xiantian Eight Diagrams Formation is the Xiantian Eight Diagrams Formation, who will lead the ghosts into the formation?"

Shi Jian's eyes turned to Wen Cai: "I'm afraid he can't do it, right?"

"I can."

Before Uncle Jiu could open his mouth, Wencai, who had always been a wimpy man, spoke hard once: "I caused the disaster, and I carried it alone. Even if I die, I will also lead a group of ghosts into the formation. I will not embarrass my master." of."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu looked sideways.

Zhang Heng looked at him suspiciously, thinking: "This kid has changed his sex?"

The plan is set, and tonight I will use the innate gossip array to collect ghosts.

Later, Ninth Uncle ordered a luncheon to entertain the brothers.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Heng asked Wencai: "There are so many people present, you can carry it alone, can you stand it?"

"It can stand it."

Wencai cheered himself up: "Brother Heng, I have already thought about it. After this matter is over, I will open a funeral supplies store, so this is the last time I will work by Master's side. Even if I die, I will not die." It will embarrass Master."

Looking at Wen Cai's rare serious face.

Zhang Heng patted him on the shoulder and said with a pun, "I thank you for my uncle."

noon...

"Thanks to everyone who came to help, I, Lin Jiu, have nothing to say, do it first as a respect."

Inside Yibin Building.

Ninth Uncle set up a banquet and greeted all the brothers and sisters.

"Everyone is from the same sect, it's right to help each other, come and drink, all in the wine."

"First Mao, do you want to drink together? I'll accompany you to drink."

"Aunt Cane, you're boring. If you want to compensate, it's Lin Jiu who will accompany me."

"Why, you don't give me face?"

"It's not a matter of face, you're obviously blocking a gun for Lin Jiu."

The first Mao and Gu Gu are arguing.

On the side, Xu Zhenren, Qian Zhenren, and Yimei Taoist three are also pushing cups and changing cups: "Yimei, I heard that you raised a little zombie?"

The one-brow Taoist nodded: "Yes, this little zombie is quite spiritual. If it can be cultivated properly, it will definitely be able to order the group of corpses to protect the Dharma for my Maoshan Mountain."

"Zombies are zombies. In my opinion, it's better to kill them, so as not to breed tigers."

Mao Xiaofang interjected.