The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 96

Back from Goose City by car.

It was already eleven o'clock when we arrived at Dagou Town.

Looking out of the car window, Xu Zhenren and Zhang Dandan were doing things in Zhenkou to save the dead.

"My master, I feel like a cool cucumber in my heart. It's both a master and an apprentice. Uncle Ninth is heartbroken for his apprentice."

"I'm fine. I'm worried about Master, and my legs are about to break because of him. It really doesn't let me worry."

Zhang Heng was speechless and said, "Stop."

The car is parked on the side of the road.

Zhang Heng got out of the car and ordered, "You go back first."

"Yes, patriarch."

The convoy drove away in a hurry.

Zhang Heng sighed and walked towards Xu Zhenren.

As I got closer, I heard that Xu Zhenren was speaking to Zhang Boldly: "The seventh month of the lunar calendar is the ghost month, and the half of the seventh month is the ghost festival, the day when the gates of ghosts are wide open."

"At this time of the year, the yin division will open the gate of hell, and let the emissary escort the lonely soul back to the world to accept the blessings of the world."

Speaking of which, Zhenren Xu found Zhang Heng coming, and said happily: "I'm done?" Then he said, "When you're done, let's burn some paper money. Now the price of goods has risen very seriously, and some lonely ghosts who are not worshipped, It's not going to be a good day down there."

"it is good."

Zhang Heng picked up the copper coin he wore around his waist and wiped his eyes.

Upon entering, there was a long line in front of Xu Zhenren's altar, and many lonely ghosts looked at them expectantly, just like refugees waiting to receive relief food.

"It's not much better to be a human being, and it's so hard to be a ghost, it's really hard!"

Zhang Heng walked over to Zhenren Xu and pushed Zhang Dadan aside: "Go and burn some paper clothes. The ones behind don't know who they are fighting with, and their clothes are all torn. How can they go out to meet people?"

"Yes, brother."

Zhang Dadan set up a brazier and began to burn clothes for the lonely soul.

"Master, are you going to return to Maoshan recently?"

Zhang Heng asked while burning paper money.

"Next month, I'm going to go back and have a look. When that time comes, I'll call you, Uncle Qian."

Xu Zhenren replied, and then asked, "How do you know?"

"Ask whatever you want."

Zhang Heng didn't say that he was looking for Qian Zhenren, but said, "Senior Qian has been very busy recently, Maoshan, so he may not have time to return."

"is it?"

Xu Zhenren was skeptical.

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng raised his brows and found that an old ghost who was queuing seemed to have received money once.

"You old bastard, you want to be fooled?"

"Being greedy, being a ghost is still so greedy, hurry up and get out."

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, the old man bared his teeth with a smile, and swayed away with the banknotes from the 'Tiandi Bank' he received.

Change to the next one.

This is a girl in her 20s, with a pale face, holding a small doll, who looks like she died of dystocia.

Zhang Heng couldn't bear it in his heart, so he burned her more paper money, not to mention, he also told Zhang Boldly: "Burn a carriage, this is a lady with children, life is not easy."

The woman smiled at Zhang Heng when she heard this.

After a while, a carriage stopped beside the woman, and a coachman was sitting on the carriage.

"Senior brother, I burned an extra paper figurine for her. Now that someone will take care of her, their life will be easier."

Zhang Heng said aside.

"Well, well done."

After speaking, Zhang Heng waved to the woman: "Go, go."

The woman carried the child and rode away in a carriage.

"Master, do you know that you can do it well, and all the lonely and wild ghosts of Yangjiang are here?"

Zhang Heng looked back, and the long queue could not see the end at a glance: "This is at least a few thousand people, right?"

Xu Zhenren replied: "Not only that, since seven o'clock until now, many brothers and sisters have left with alms, and now these are all newcomers."

"They are all miserable people!"

Zhang Heng looked at the town.

In Dagou Town, there are also many people burning paper money to worship their ancestors.

Compared with these brothers and sisters who received the dharma alms, those people were well-dressed, riding in sedan chairs, and some with servants serving them.

It is not difficult to see from here that there are two concepts of ghosts who worship incense at home and those who do not.

Among the ghosts with incense offerings, the rich and the poor are not the same.

Some wealthy families burn carriages and maids, and there are many beauties in incense carts, and gold and silver ingots are even more packed in baskets.

After the ancestors got these things, they would take care of the accompanying errands, and naturally they would not be sad when they went back.

"Aheng, go to the ancestral hall in Zhenbei."

"The elders of the clan opened a theatre troupe at the entrance of the ancestral hall. In addition to the ancestors of the residents in the town, there are many lonely ghosts to listen to, so don't make trouble."

Xu Zhenren told Zhang Heng.

"Good master."

Zhang Heng clapped his hands, and also instructed Zhang Boldly: "Don't be lazy, keep an eye on this side."

"Yes, brother."

Zhang Bold nodded again and again.

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 about it, Zhang Heng said again: "In my opinion, when this matter is resolved, you can go back to Wuhua. After you go back, you can change the Yizhuang and open a funeral supplies store. , going back and asking for a wife is better than fooling around all day now."

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.

(End of this chapter)