The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 61
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?"

"Haha, haha"

"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."

When Zhang Heng heard it, he felt that it was very reasonable: "Ghosts are the most yin thing, and it is really beneficial to be nurtured in the most yin land. When the train arrives at Linji, I will give it a try after finishing the work in my hand."

Two days later.

The train entered Linji Station, and Linji, one of the three northern provinces, arrived.

These days, I don't have the feeling of a bus, and I can only take a horse-drawn carriage wherever I want to go.

When he heard that Zhang Heng was going to Shurong Village in Tu'an County, the carriage driver shook his head, because it was too far, and the road was not very smooth these days.

"I really have you. If the coachman doesn't pull you, you just buy the carriage. Is this the world of the rich?"

Wuxin drove the carriage and kept talking: "Why do you need to come over by yourself, find someone you trust, and give him some money to let him come over. You are so rich anyway."

"Third Tai-gu died because of me. I promised her that I would personally send her leaves back to their roots. As a human being, you can't lose faith."

Although Zhang Heng is not a saint.

But one thing is, the promises he gave are never easily trampled, and he is a man who can do what he says.

In his view, if a person can't even keep his word in his entire life, he will be a failure as a human being.

three days later.

The carriage hurriedly hurried and finally arrived at Shurong Village in Antu County.

This is a small mountain village nestled at the foot of Changbai Mountain. There are not many people and it looks very poor.

"Master, I want to ask you something, is there an old Zhu family in the village?"

"Yes, yes, there are two apple trees planted at the door."

Under the guidance of the uncle, Zhang Heng found the old Zhu family.

When I knocked on the door, it was a young man who opened the door.

At the mention of Aunt Zhu San, the young man was stunned for a while, then shook his head and said, "There is no such person in my family!"

"I found it wrong?"

Sitting in the carriage, Wuxin asked.

"I can't!"

Zhang Heng looked at the young man.

Aunt Zhu San left home in her early years, and she has been gone for decades.

The young man looked like eighteen or nineteen. If the elders in the family didn't mention it, how would he know where to go.

"Are there any elderly people at home?"

Zhang Heng said bluntly: "Third Aunt Zhu asked us to come. She is your Zhu family and lives in this Shurong Village."

"I'm going to invite my grandpa."

The boy entered the door.

After a while, an old man in his 70s and [-]s who was huddled in a big padded jacket was helped out.

"Old man, we were called by the third aunt Zhu, the third aunt, not the mushroom, think about it, do you have any impression!"

The old man was a little bit back, and his voice was so low that he couldn't hear it.

"Third aunt?"

The old man thought for a while: "I have a third aunt who left home when I was young. It must have been five or sixty years."

"That's right."

Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "The third aunt has passed away. Before leaving, let me send the ashes. By the way, there are still a thousand oceans of silver notes. It's a little bit of my heart.

"One thousand oceans' silver notes, that's not worth it."

The old man shook his head again and again.

Zhang Heng took the old man's hand and said loudly, "I can make it, why can't I make it? It's a bank note from Rishengchang, which can be redeemed in the whole country, so I can make it."

After speaking, Zhang Heng looked at the young man and the dilapidated yard: "Let's go back, build a new house, find a daughter-in-law for the baby, and buy dozens of acres of land."

"With dozens of acres of land, is that not a landlord?"

The young man was overjoyed: "Grandpa, take the money quickly."

"Receipt, accept, accept you as a big-headed bastard."

The old man resolutely pushed the silver note back: "that's my third aunt, she's not outside, you send it back, this is the benefactor of my Zhu family. How can I ask for your money, I can't do it, old man I Although I don't have any great skills, I haven't starved this family to death, so I can't ask for this money anyway."

Zhang Heng asked again and again, but the old man refused to accept it.

There was no other way, Zhang Heng could only leave the various food and leather jackets on the carriage, but the old man did not refuse these miscellaneous things.

After Zhang Heng left, the old man took out the leather jacket and made [-] pounds of millet, and married the young man a wife.

Although the family is not rich or noble, the small life is still enjoyable and peaceful.

Of course, this is something.

(End of this chapter)