The heavens start from Maoshan

"Bring a piece of your master's clothes."

Zhang Heng said directly to Fang Han.

Not long after, the clothes were brought.

Zhang Heng took out the talisman paper, cut out a paper dog, and muttered in his mouth: "The sky is clear and the earth is bright, I give you a true spirit, go to the sky and enter the earth, there is nothing to hide..."

After giving the clothes to the paper dog to smell, Zhang Heng ordered: "Track!"

Wang Wang Wang!

The paper dog was no bigger than a palm, but after jumping off Zhang Heng's hand, it walked like flying and ran very fast.

Fang Han chased after him, only panting after chasing, and when he stopped again, he was already more than enough, and he reached the entrance of a cave.

baa! !

Zhang Heng raised his eyes and saw that there were many sheep locked in the cave.

Count them, there are probably one, but the beggar is not here.

woof woof! !

The paper dog rushed into the cave and jumped on the head of a fat sheep.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng pointed to the sheep and said, "This is your master."

"My lord!"

Seeing that the master has become a fat sheep, Fang Han's eyes turned red instantly: "You have become like this, how can I explain to Miss when I turn around?"

"No problem."

Zhang Heng stepped forward to take a look, and asserted: "They were just hit by a spell. Although I don't know what it is, as far as spells are concerned, if no one continues to cast spells, it will be as short as ten days and a half months." It will be lifted automatically."

Spells are no more than others.

Zhang Heng didn't know what spell they were cast on, so it's better not to try to break the spell lightly.

If you want to break the curse, you must prescribe the right medicine.

One is to kill the person who cast the spell. Generally, when the person who cast the spell dies, the spell will be solved naturally.

The second is to allow the person who cast the spell to untie it. Spells have two sides. There is a way to cast a spell and a way to undo it. This is one.

The third is to give time.

There is no spell, it is cast once and can last for a lifetime.

Especially this curse.

The duration of jinx is usually not long, or there is a time limit.

When the time limit is reached, the spell will resolve itself, just like acupuncture in martial arts, but the maintenance time is a little longer, and it often takes a long time.

"Song Dingbo, Song Dingbo?"

Zhang Heng and the two guarded the cave, hoping to wait for the beggar to come back.

As a result, he waited and waited until noon, but the beggar did not see him, but a shepherd instead.

Holding a whip, the shepherd came all the way to the cave entrance, calling out people's names.

When we got here, seeing that the beggar was not there, but Zhang Heng and his wife were there, I couldn't help asking, "Where is Song Dingbo?"

"Song Dingbo?"

Hearing this name, Zhang Heng asked, "Is Song Dingbo a beggar?"

"He's not a beggar, but he's dressed a little sloppily."

The shepherd said as he walked towards the cave: "The sheep this time are not bad, they are big and fat, much better than last time."

"Tell me about Song Dingbo."

Zhang Heng stopped the shepherd.

The shepherd didn't hide anything, and immediately started talking to him.

It turned out that the beggar was called Song Dingbo, and he was very courageous.

When I was young, I once encountered ghosts while walking at night. If I were a normal person, I would definitely be terrified.

As a result, Song Dingbo was not only not afraid, but went up to the ghost and asked, "Who are you?"

The ghost replied: "I am a ghost, who are you?"

Song Dingbo replied: "I am also a ghost, and I want to go to Wancheng."

The ghost was overjoyed: "I also want to go to Wancheng, you and I can go together."

Walking halfway, in order to save effort, the two met and walked with each other's backs.

Song Dingbo carried the ghost on his back, but felt that his body was as light as nothing. The ghost carried Song Dingbo on his back, but he was as tired as a dead dog. He said angrily, "You are too heavy, you don't look like a ghost."

Song Dingbo replied: "I am newly dead, so it is very heavy."

The ghost believed it was true, and carried Song Dingbo on his back for more than ten miles.

When he saw Wancheng, Song Dingbo asked again: "I am a newly-dead ghost. I don't know what taboos there are in being a ghost. Brother ghost, please teach me."

The ghost said, "I'm afraid of human saliva."

Song Dingbo spits on the ghost, and the ghost turns into a sheep, which is then sold by Song Dingbo to the market for a lot of money.

"Since then, Song Dingbo has often caught ghosts and sold them."

"I didn't want to accept it at first, but he sold it cheaply. It only cost me a thousand bucks, and I made at least a hundred bucks from it. I can't agree to it."

The shepherd said to Zhang Heng in this way: "Song Dingbo also told me that these sheep must be slaughtered within three days after they are sold, otherwise they may turn back into ghosts again."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng pondered, "Isn't this Song Dingbo's Story of Catching Ghosts?"

Song Dingbo's Story of Catching Ghosts is a miscellaneous note in the old version of elementary school texts.

But Song Dingbo here is obviously not an ordinary person, but a magician.

Of course, Song Dingbo in the book is probably in his 20s and still a young man.

Song Dingbo here looks to be over 40 years old.

Maybe in the past 20 years, he had another adventure, not only turning ghosts into sheep, but also turning people into sheep.

"Song Dingbo will let me come once a month on the first day of the new year."

"It can be as little as a dozen or more. Every time I come, I won't let me go back empty-handed."

"However, like today, it's the first time to get dozens of sheep in one go. I don't know who is so unlucky, and he took it all in one pot."

The shepherd didn't know that Song Dingbo could not only turn ghosts into sheep, but also people into sheep.

Just think that these sheep are ghosts, and the world is not good now, and people eat two-legged sheep, let alone four-legged sheep.

Therefore, the shepherd has no psychological burden at all to buy these ghostly transformed sheep.

"Your trip today was in vain. My family has a wedding banquet. Song Dingbo has already sold all these sheep to me."

Zhang Heng didn't point out that these sheep are human affairs.

Because it is useless to say more, it will only cause panic. Instead of letting those who have bought sheep wonder whether they cannibalize people all day long, it is better to pretend that this has never happened.

"Sold it to you?"

The shepherd froze for a moment: "Then what else did he ask me to do?"

Zhang Heng replied: "He sold me for [-] Wen, which is a high price. Maybe he asked you to come over and take a look, and think about the price increase in the future."

"Price increase!"

The shepherd was furious: "Thirteen hundred renminbi can buy a real sheep. Who would buy his ghost sheep?"

After speaking, the shepherd left cursing.

Chapter 2 and Four: Kaifeng Mansion

After the shepherd left.

Not long after, a somewhat lame beggar wandered over.

Seeing Zhang Heng and Fang Han, he didn't care. He went to the entrance of the cave and fetched a basin of water, and began to wash his face with his head sullen.

"You bastard!"

Seeing that the beggar looked like a normal person, Fang Han was furious: "My master kindly gave you food, it's fine if you don't appreciate it, but you want to harm him instead, how can there be such a reason in the world?"

When the beggar heard this, he wiped his face with his hands, and looked back at Fang Han.

Seeing Fang Han talking about a master, he knew what was going on in his heart, and grinned happily: "A fish slipped through the net!"

Done.

Thinking of Fang Han's questioning again, the beggar said slowly: "I came to beg for food, and they only gave me the leftovers for the dogs. It's obviously humiliating me, and they still want me to be grateful?"

"In the middle of the night, you come here uninvited, and you want to eat high-quality noodles. Who do you think you are?"

"My master is related to you, or there is a reason, do you think you are my lady?"

The more Fang Han talked, the more angry he became.

The beggar was not angry when he heard it, but was very indifferent: "The strong make the rules, and the weak only need to obey. I feel unhappy and vent it. If they can't bear it, it means they have no ability. Just accept their fate with peace of mind."

After a pause, he continued: "I'm in a good mood today, you better hurry up and get out, otherwise I'll be in a bad mood later and turn you into sheep and sell you to the market to be slaughtered."

Hearing this, Zhang Heng smiled and said, "I'm in a good mood today, tell me about the magic of turning sheep, how about I give you a good time?"

The beggar swept his eyes at Zhang Heng.

Without saying much, he opened his mouth and spit out a gust of black wind.

"Yellow wind!"

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and pointed.

woohoo woo...

The two winds collided, and within a moment, the yellow wind suppressed the black wind, blowing the beggar into the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

The beggar got up in a panic, seeing Hei Feng's defeat, he dragged his limping leg and ran away.

"Is this not going to work?"

Zhang Heng murmured in his heart, "Isn't this guy good at this move?"

"Sword out of its sheath!"

Zhang Heng put his two fingers together and pointed forward.

Zheng! !

Six flying swords descended from the sky, blocking the path of the beggar.

The beggar continued to flee in another direction, but within a few steps, another six flying swords fell from the sky. They stopped and went, and were soon surrounded by hundreds of flying swords.

"what!"

The beggar reached out to draw his sword.

As soon as he made a move, a ray of sword energy rose up, cutting off the finger he extended.

"My hand!"

The beggar clasped his hands, breathing out black wind with a painful expression on his face.

This black wind blows people in Fangfu, and the person who is blown will stagger and turn into a lamb.

But Zhang Heng's sword circle was ineffective. As soon as the black wind blew past, there was sword energy rushing towards his face, cutting the black wind directly, and it was useless to let the beggar breathe out.

"Forgive me, forgive me!"

The beggar was completely panicked, knelt down and kowtowed: "I am willing to dedicate the immortal law to the real person, and I hope the real person will take pity on my difficult practice and spare my life."

With a little step on Zhang Heng's feet, he fell into the sword circle.

When the beggar saw him approaching, there was a flash of emotion in his eyes, and when he opened his mouth, a gust of black wind came out.

"What do you think?"