The Chronicles of Longevity on Liaozhai Road

Yang Heng thought about it, but he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Finally sighed, ready to go down to freshen up, and then sleep.

When he came to the kitchen, he wanted to boil some hot water to wash his hands, but he was still thinking about what happened just now, and involuntarily began to practice according to the method detailed in Taiyi Jinhua Tenet.

As a result, he didn't gain anything this time. Although the golden light in his body appeared, there was no external supplement.

Yang Heng felt even more strange here, why he practiced very smoothly when he was in the bedroom just now.

How come there is no such effect in another place?Is there some treasure in that room?

Thinking of this, Yang Heng didn't have the time to wash up. He turned around and went back to the bedroom, looking around.

It turned out that his bedroom was cleaner than his face, and apart from the things he had brought back, there was no other difference.

Yang Heng frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly slapped his head, if he only brought back one unfamiliar thing this time, it would be the treasured sword Nan Sanfu gave him.

When Yang Heng had this idea, he came immediately, and picked up the sword in front of the package.

After looking carefully, I really didn't see any difference in this sword, but it was light and light, and I don't know what it was made of.

Finally, Yang Heng thought it would be better to do an experiment, so Yang Heng picked up the sword, went out and sent it to the main hall, in front of the statue of the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty.

Then he returned to his own house and began to practice Taiyi Jinhua Tenet.

This time, as expected, he couldn't enter the sedation state at all, and the spiritual light in his chest began to slowly dissipate as he practiced.

After Yang Heng opened his eyes, his face was full of smiles. Sure enough, as he guessed, he was able to cultivate in modern times, all relying on that precious sword.

Next, Yang Heng took the sword back and started practicing again, but this time it went very smoothly, and soon Yang Heng entered the state of tranquility.

Then Yang Heng felt that the surrounding light kept converging on his body, and then added to the aura in his chest.

After Yang Heng made this discovery, he couldn't close his mouth from laughing anymore. With this sword, he can practice in modern times.

The next day, after Yang Heng got up, he carried the sword on his body. Ever since he knew that this sword was a treasure, Yang Heng was not at ease to let it leave his body for a while.

After washing up, Yang Heng went to the main hall for morning class, and then reopened the door of Dengtian Temple.

Although Yang Heng thinks that there won't be a single pilgrim coming to Dengtian Temple for a year, the gate will still be open, which is an attitude.

After finishing all this, Yang Heng turned around and plunged into the library. Now Yang Heng felt that he urgently needed to supplement this knowledge, and at the same time, he needed to find out one or two powerful spells from these scriptures as a Get close.

This man, once he has something to do, time passes quickly, and it will be noon in the blink of an eye. At this time, on the small road leading to Dengtian Temple, there is a figure shaking non-stop.

After about ten minutes, this figure finally arrived at the gate of Dengtian Temple.

This is an old man with a full head of hair, but regardless of his age, his waist is straight. Judging from his actions, he should have been a soldier.

To say that this old man is not an ordinary person, his name is Ma Zang, he also participated in the self-defense counterattack, and then retired and returned to his hometown to start a glass factory.

Just in time for the spring breeze of reform, his glass factory became more and more prosperous.

After that, he successively entered the real estate and catering industries, and now he can be regarded as quite a rich man.

This time, he did not come to Gushan Tun'er for sightseeing, but to visit the family of his old comrade-in-arms many years ago.

After getting up this morning, I was bored and bored. After knowing that there is a small Taoist temple on the back mountain, I came up to have a look.

This is also the habit that Ma Zang has developed during this time.

Due to some incidents in the family, Ma Zang now worships when he enters the temple, and kowtows when he enters the Taoist temple.

Ma Zang came to the gate of the temple and shouted to the inside, "Is there anyone in the temple?"

He yelled a few times before there was an answer from inside, "There is someone, there is someone."

Then following the voice, a young Taoist priest came out.

Ma Zang looked up, and saw that the Taoist priest was about 30 years old, with an honest face. Just looking at his appearance, one would feel at ease.

The person who came out was Yang Heng. He was flipping through books in the library just now when he heard someone calling at the door, so he came out to take a look.

"Old benefactor, Pindao is being polite here."

After Yang Heng finished his salute, he hurriedly let the old man into the courtyard, and asked him to sit down on a stone seat.

After Ma Zang sat down, he took a breath, then looked around, and found that the Taoist temple was not bad, and the surrounding area was cleaned, it seemed that the Taoist priest who watched the Taoist temple was also very clean.

After the two sat down, Yang Hengjin looked at the old man carefully.

Originally, I was very upright and just took a look at it casually, but after I took a look, I felt that there was a sinister look on the old man's face.

Yang Heng frowned after discovering that the old man had Yin Qi.

Originally, Yang Heng thought that he was the only one in the world who had achieved success in cultivating the Tao, but seeing the situation of the old man now, he should have been exposed to unclean things.

If this is the case, then it means that there are also some capable people hiding in the dark.

Ma Zang had worked hard in the society for decades, and observed people very carefully. Now when he saw Yang Heng frowning at him, he knew something was wrong.

So he smiled and asked, "Why is the Taoist priest looking at me like that? Is there something wrong?"

Yang Heng didn't want to meddle in this matter. In ancient times, he almost lost his life because of meddling, which made him have a long memory.

"Haha, it's nothing, just looking at the old man's ruddy complexion, he looks blessed."

As soon as Ma Zang heard this, he knew that the Taoist in front of him was insincere, which aroused his curiosity instead.

"The Taoist priest doesn't have to perfuse me. If you have something to say, it doesn't matter."

When these words came out, Ma Zang exuded a compelling aura.

If ordinary people heard him ask such a question and were forced by his momentum, they would tell the truth.

However, Yang Heng is also a bit of a Taoist, and has seen monsters and ghosts. Compared with those monsters, the aura of this old man in front of him is really not on the table.

So Yang Heng shook his head, and directly changed the topic: "The old man has a great name, where is the fairyland?"

Seeing that Yang Heng changed the subject, Ma Zang felt that he should not push him too much, so he also told him his name and where he came from.

After the self-reporting of his family was finished, the old man couldn't wait to say again: "What did the Taoist priest see just now, please tell the truth."

"Nothing? I'm just a mortal body, so what can I see?"

Now Ma Zang doesn't want to play tricks with Yang Heng anymore.

He directly took out a bank card from his pocket, and then heard Yang Heng's face.

"Prince Daoist, there are 10 Ruanmei coins on this card, please tell the priest clearly."

Yang Heng looked at the bank card on the table and began to struggle in his heart.

It's a bit embarrassing to accept the other party's money just after meeting for a few minutes.

But Yang Heng is really short of money now. He has been in this small Taoist temple for a few months, and he has tens of thousands of dollars on the card, but now he only needs to say a word, and he has 10 yuan. The money is too easy. .

After a fierce psychological struggle, Yang Heng gritted his teeth and stomped his feet in the end, a bastard who has money but doesn't make money.

"Old benefactor, to be honest, just now when you entered my Taoist temple, I saw a yin energy entangled in you. It seems that the old benefactor has encountered something unclean recently."

Ma Zang's eyes lit up when he heard Yang Heng say that.

During this period of time, his family was indeed in trouble, so he worshiped the temple as soon as he saw it.

It's a pity that he visited several famous masters, and these people couldn't explain why.

I didn't expect to meet a real master in this remote small temple.

Sure enough, it is the saying that if the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, there will be spirit if there are dragons.

"The Taoist priest is really good. My family has indeed encountered trouble recently. I also ask the Taoist priest to give me advice. As long as my family can tide over the difficulties, I will give you a generous gift."

Yang Heng shook his head and said: "Old benefactor, I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest, how can I have that ability, I ask Lao Shi to take the initiative to invite someone else."

After saying this, Yang Heng put away the bank card on the stone table, then stood up and said, "It's almost noon, the old benefactor, and the temple is going to be closed. Let the old benefactor go back for lunch."

Ma Zang did not continue to entangle, he stood up and bowed to Yang Heng, and then said: "In this case, I will offer a stick of incense and ask the Taoist priest to be lenient."

This time Yang Heng didn't stop him, he went into the Taoist temple to offer incense to the Patriarch of Sanqing, what can Yang Heng say?

Yang Heng brought the old man to the main hall, personally lit incense for him, and delivered it to him.

All the old people came to the incense, kowtowed three times respectfully, put the incense on the incense burner, and then bid farewell to Yang Heng.

Chapter 041 Making Friends

When Ma Zang came down the mountain, he was not in the mood to stay with his old friend anymore, so he asked the driver to take him to the county seat.

He first found a hotel to stay in, and then called home. His son Ma Liang answered the phone.

"Dad, when are you coming back?"

"Don't talk about these useless things, how is Xiao Xu doing now?"

The other end of the phone sighed, "It's still the same, every night it hurts like hell."

"You bring Xiao Xu to my place right now."

"What happened?"

"I met an expert here, who can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with our little Xu."

After hearing this, Ma Liang, who was on the opposite side, murmured in his heart. This father, since Xiao Xu got a strange disease, has been talking about it all the time.

The people who often hung out with him were quacks, and because of this, they were cheated out of a lot of money, but this old man still flocked to him.

Could it be that he ran into another "master" this time, who was said to be delusional?

If it's just the father making troubles on his own, the son himself can't say anything, he can only let him go, but this time he even got his grandson involved, that's not okay.

"Father, let's forget about it in my opinion. Xiao Xu is being taken care of by the doctor in the hospital now. Maybe the cause will be found out after a while. Let's not bother."

When Ma Zang on this side heard this, he immediately began blowing his beard and staring.

"What is tossing around? What do you young people know? Let me tell you that ginger is still old and spicy."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense with me here, and bring Xiao Xu here immediately."

Ma Liang on the other side is not willing, isn't this torturing his son?He was already seriously ill, and if he went through such a toss again, he might lose his life.

"Father, I can promise you everything before, but I can't agree to this matter no matter what. I think it's better for Xiao Xu to stay in the hospital. Let's stop doing these nonsense things."

After finishing speaking, Ma Liang hung up his father's phone directly.

Ma Zang on the other side was trembling with anger when his son hung up the phone.

Who is this for?It's not because of that precious grandson, but now it's not.

Ma Zang thought for a while, it was not appropriate to fall out with his son on this matter for the time being, and it would not be too late to force his son to send his grandson here after he settled the Taoist priest himself.

So the next day, Ma Zang came to Dengtian Temple again by car.

And now Yang Heng just got up, lazily offered incense to the Patriarch of Sanqing, had to do a morning lesson, and was eating breakfast.

As a result, just halfway through eating, the voice of the old man from yesterday came from the door again.

"Master, are you awake?"

Yang Heng put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up. When he got to the gate of the courtyard, he saw that it was still the old man.

Yang Heng didn't know until now that he was entangled by this old guy. Now that he thinks about it, he really regrets that he shouldn't have accepted his bank card.

When Ma Zang saw Yang Heng coming out, he immediately smiled, "Master Daoist, good morning!"

Youdao is a person who stretches out his hand and doesn't hit the smiling face. When Yang Heng saw the old man smiling all over his face to please him, he really didn't have the face to pull him down and drive him away.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, the old benefactor came early."

"I'm getting older and less sleepy. If I have nothing to do, I'll come and see the Taoist priest."

What can Yang Heng say?They could only invite him to the yard.

The horse hid in the yard, and sat opposite to Yang Heng as if he was familiar with it.

He saw that the breakfast prepared by Yang Chen on the stone table was nothing more than a bucket of instant noodles, so he made a fuss and said, "The Taoist priest eats these in the morning?"

Yang Heng looked at the old man's fuss, and replied helplessly: "The mountains are poor, and the poor are not one who can cook, so they can only eat these."

"How does this work?"

After Ma Zang finished speaking, he immediately took out the phone and began to give instructions to the other end of the phone.

"Go to the county seat immediately, buy some wine and vegetables and send them to the mountain."

When Yang Heng saw this, he quickly shied away.