The heavens start from Maoshan

Looking at the grey-haired, serious literary talent.

Zhang Heng seems to have returned to Renjia Town 20 years ago. The day the two sides met for the first time: "I am Wencai, he is Qiusheng, who are you?"

Time flies.

It was too fast.

The current literary talent.

I'm afraid I can't just make faces when I have nothing to do like back then.

Really are:

Daluo is in the sky of Yujing Mountain, it is open and clean, and it will never return.

A moment of enlightenment creates tranquility, and fascination is like a thousand gates.

Praise to the ancestors of Maoshan.

The incense burns brightly, and the inheritance will never end.

stop-and-go.

Zhang Heng did not show up to greet Wen Cai.

There are laws in the world, and monks from the upper realm cannot go to the lower realm without an edict.

It's better not to make it public that Zhang Heng came here illegally.

"Bold, bold..."

In a side courtyard at the back of Maoshan Taoist Palace.

Nearly [-] years old, the somewhat hunchbacked Master Xu waved his whisk and shouted to a middle-aged man who was as strong as a bronze statue: "Get my cassock quickly."

"Master, today is not the new year, nor is it a festival, what are you doing with the cassock?"

Zhang boldly looked puzzled.

"I feel something in my heart, your senior brother came to see me."

Xu Zhenren is already very old.

But not old enough, because he can still hit a bold head with a whisk.

Zhang Boldly ran away from the beating.

Although he is a practitioner of physical training, he is not afraid of beating.

But if he didn't pretend to be scared, Master Xu would lose face and punish him for copying scriptures later.

"Master is really confused."

"Senior brother has already ascended to the ascension, I guess he is lying in the arms of the female cultivator, watching singing and dancing, eating grapes, I don't know how happy he is."

"Besides, can a monk after ascension go down to the realm at will?"

"If I could go down to the lower realm, I am afraid that the ancestors would have returned long ago."

Zhang Bold shook his head while rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for Xu Zhenren's cassock.

Not easy to find.

Xu Zhenren couldn't wear it once or twice a year, and Zhang Boldly forgot where he put his cassock.

"In the chest on the east side."

A reminder sound came from the ear.

"Thank you."

Zhang boldly replied subconsciously.

After returning, he realized something was wrong, raised his head suddenly, and said angrily: "Who dares to come to amuse me."

"Look who I am."

sounded.

Zhang Heng showed his real body.

Holding a stick of incense in his hand, he put the incense into the incense burner: "Mt. Mao disciple Zhang Heng, please greet the Patriarch."

"hiss!"

Zhang Bing was stunned for a moment.

Rubbing his eyes, then shaking his head, he looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief: "Brother, is it really you?"

"Does anyone dare to impersonate me?"

Zhang Heng asked back.

Zhang boldly shook his head repeatedly.

Before Zhang Heng could ask again, Zhang Boldly cried, "Senior brother, why are you back? I miss you so much."

After crying, he muttered again: "Senior brother, you didn't make a mistake on the top, and you were knocked out of the mortal world, right?"

"Bullshit."

Zhang Heng didn't bother to talk to him: "I descended to the realm secretly, don't tell others, and don't say anything about it, or it will be very troublesome."

Done.

Zhang Heng glanced at Zhang Boldly again: "Why do you smell so strongly of incense?"

Zhang boldly and mysteriously said: "Senior brother, I am going to take the road of incense and become the guardian of the sect."

"That's it."

Zhang Heng thought for a while: "You don't like studying in the first place, so this path is not bad."

After asking, he asked again: "How are the children of the Zhang family?"

Zhang Boldly thought about it: "As long as the Zhang family's descendants have cultivation talent, they will be included in the family wall. If there is no cultivation talent, those who can learn literature, and those who can learn martial arts, it is good to be sent to be a magistrate or guardian envoy Yes, had a good time."

Zhang Heng did not speak.

I bowed again to the statue of the patriarch, and without turning my head, I told Zhang Boldly: "I will kill you for the sake of a gentleman. Although I am the head of the Zhang family, I don't hope that one day, the Zhang family will become a blood-sucking horsefly." , pass it on, let’s say that after 100 years, the Zhang family’s special treatment will be cancelled, what the future will look like, you have to work hard on your own, and sooner or later the lingering shadow of the ancestors will be exhausted.”

Zhang boldly opened his mouth.

But in front of Zhang Heng, after all, he didn't dare to say anything else, he could only nod: "Yes, patriarch."

"You need to use your brain more."

"The Zhang family has tens of thousands of people, and they are now tied to Maoshan."

"After 100 years, if you still can't survive on your own or occupy a certain position, then the younger generation is really unfilial. But if there are a few heroes, the Zhang family in Maoshan will not fall out of the second line."

Zhang Heng sighed and said: "If that's the case, then I can't blame me. Youyou Huangtian was born in the Zhang family in Maoshan. What a blessing, even if the decline is due to fate, I have nothing to say about the rotation of the heavens."

Speaking of it.

Zhang Heng stopped talking about these mundane matters, and said, "Let's go, go see Master, I brought a gift for Master."

Zhang Bold followed behind, muttering softly: "Brother, do you have any presents from me?"

Zhang Heng turned to look at him: "I have a Taiping sword, do you want it?"

Zhang boldly shrank his neck: "No, no."

Chapter 3 and Four: Forty-Nine Ways of Heaven, Cannot Be Perfect

"Master, Master."

"Brother is back, really back..."

get ahead.

Zhang boldly approached the courtyard, and started to yell before he saw Master Xu.

"Really Ah Heng?"

Master Xu held the bong and looked out.

Before poking his head out, he thought that he was a master, so he had to be majestic, so he sat back on the futon with joy, pretending to be meditating.

"Master."

Zhang Heng entered the courtyard and knelt down on his knees: "The disciple is back to see you."

"Good good."

Master Xu couldn't bear it anymore.

Opening his eyes, he helped Zhang Heng up impatiently, and sighed, "It's been so many years since we separated, I didn't expect you and my master and apprentice to see each other again."

Done.

Master Xu was a little confused: "There is a difference between the upper and lower levels. There are tens of thousands of monks who have ascended, and I have never seen anyone come back. You are..."

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "The disciple has another chance to bypass the passage of the Three Realms and sneak down to the lower realm. As for the chance, hehe..."

Zhang Heng didn't say anything after that.

Everyone has secrets, and Zhang Heng has them, so he can become a fairy in ten years.

Real Xu...

Uh.

Master Xu didn't have one, and if he had one, he wouldn't waste his way.

But okay.

Opportunity is not enough, apprentices come to join in.

Zhang Heng is not someone who forgets the whole family when he is full.

Immediately.

Helping Master Xu to sit him down, he mysteriously took out a jade box: "Master, look what gift I brought you."

"what is this?"

Master Xu took the jade box and opened it under Zhang Heng's gesture.

The box is opened.

The Yanshou fruit inside was crying loudly.

Master Xu was taken aback and almost threw the box out: "Human, ginseng fruit?"

Zhang Heng chuckled: "My apprentice is a bit weaker, and I still can't get ginseng fruit to honor you. This is a longevity fruit, which is similar in shape to ginseng fruit, but the effect is less effective. Eating one can rejuvenate your youth and increase your lifespan by 180 years."

"180 years!"

Master Xu took a deep breath.

After the separation of the world.

There is the saying of the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, and the Small Thousand World.

The heavenly court made the heavenly rules.

Belonging to the lower realm of the Heavenly Court, those who have not become immortals have a lifespan of more than a hundred, and those who are less will die in the womb.

Not becoming a fairy, not counting heresy ways to extend life, a normal monk can live to be more than 100 years old.

If you can't achieve the immortal position at the end of your life, you can only enter reincarnation or become a ghost cultivator.

That's why.

It is to reduce the number of ordinary ascenders and take the route of elitism.

Take the archipelago world as an example.

Those real immortals who have been cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years are actually not qualified to become immortals in the eyes of heaven.

There is Huaxian Pond in the heavenly court.

There are as many such immortals as there are, and they are only at the level of big soldiers.

What Heavenly Court wants is a high-quality immortal with superb aptitude who can ascend within a hundred years.