The heavens start from Maoshan

Seeing that Chu Meiren disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Aunt Zhu on the altar had a condensed expression on her face, because she knew her situation.

She is really too old, if Chu Meiren wanted to rush out today, she could still fight with it while holding her breath.

If you can hurt it, not only today, but also tomorrow will be worry-free.

It is a pity that it was not fooled, but chose to avoid its edge.

As the saying goes, once and again, again and again, and three and exhausted.

Until tomorrow night, Aunt Zhu San asked herself that her mental state might be much worse than today.

"Today is over."

Until dawn, Chu Meiren did not come out again.

Looking at the white skyline in the east, everyone helped Zhu Santai up and fed her some lean meat porridge.

"Old and useless."

With the support of everyone, Third Aunt Zhu shook her head and sighed, as if she was sighing that the sky was not a holiday: "Last night, I just sat all night, and my legs lost feeling. If it was 20 years earlier..."

"Old sister, this is the first night, tomorrow night..."

Liu Da Yanguo hesitated.

"I can still hold on."

Aunt Zhu San had a kind expression on her face: "If anything changes tomorrow night, you have to help me."

"It's natural."

Everyone nodded.

As soon as the day dawned, all the evil spirits retreated and there was nothing to do.

Zhang Heng asked someone to add oil to the Kongming lantern to check whether the lantern paper was damaged.

On the other side, a group of people was asked to camp at the back mountain, lighting a fire to cook, so that the four strange people could rest.

Take a hot shower and change into clean clothes.

At this time, it was already bright, Zhang Heng called everyone together, ate the meat around the hot pot, and said, "Last night, Chu Meiren took a big head and retreated. If you want to force it back tomorrow night, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. "

"Soldiers will block it, and water will cover it. If the third aunt can't support it, isn't there still a bunch of old bones like us."

Wang Blind stroked his beard: "Today, during the day, I built the yin and yang inversion fascination array around the water pool. My method is not simple. People, ghosts, spirits, and spirits are fascinated by the formation, and even ghosts cannot escape. I don't think the surnamed Chu will know this formation, so I will try my best to deceive it for a night or two."

Liu Da Yanguo was happy when he heard the sound: "Blind man, you are really capable. Where did you learn such a powerful formation?"

Blind Wang sighed: "I went to the tomb with others, and was trapped by this formation for 83 days, but it was a blessing in disguise, and I brought out this ability from the tomb."

Forehead...

Zhang Heng understood.

He said why he had never heard of Zhiduanmen, and thought it was a small faction, not famous.

Looking at it now, this Zhiduanmen is probably long gone, and the tomb under Wang Xingzi belonged to a certain ancestor of this Zhiduanmen.

"83 days, how did you survive?"

Paper Man Zhang asked strangely.

"then..."

Wang Blind was silent for a while: "We went down with three people."

vomit...

After that, I retched when I smelled the meaty aroma of the hot pot.

Paper Man Zhang's face turned even paler, and he asked with difficulty, "Where's the other one?"

Wang Blind wiped his mouth and didn't answer.

The people stopped talking.

Wang Blind seemed to have opened the chatterbox and said, "I have also suffered retribution." After speaking, he took off his sunglasses, revealing two terrifying eye holes: "Among the two people who went to the grave with me, one of them was a bit of a family. , I was chased and killed all the time, and these eyes were also lost halfway."

Yan Guo Liu felt emotionally: "If the sky is in love, the sky is also old, and the right path in the world is vicissitudes."

Blind Wang was silent.

If there is a choice, he really wants to go back to starvation to death with the two of them, rather than live.

At least this won't make him wandering, wandering outside for half his life, with nowhere to go.

"I'm luckier than you."

Maybe he knew his life was going to die soon, or maybe he felt that he couldn't survive the current hurdle, so the paper figure Zhang also said, "I had an adventure when I was young, and I found a secret book in a cave."

"I regard it as a treasure, and I fantasize about being successful and famous, and I fantasize about being rich."

"In the end, I went back to the town, took over the paper-making shop, and married a woman my mother wanted me to marry with these seven wounds."

"I shouldn't be content, but I'm content."

"Apart from this left-handed technique, there is nothing in me that can be seen by others, and how can I be successful and rich?"

With self-deprecating light laughter, everyone's eyes turned to Aunt Zhu San.

Aunt Zhu San has always been cheerful. She is an old lady who looks very warm and kind. She smiles very kindly: "I was born at the foot of Changbai Mountain, and my ancestors have been disciples for several generations."

"When I was a child, I heard people say that Guannai is the territory of Buddhism and Taoism, and there is no place for my shamanism."

"I didn't believe it, and my anger was high, so I went out."

"This year has passed, and I have been to many places. After I turned 60, I became indifferent to everything, so I stayed in Dongling River and built a small temple, which is considered a shelter from the wind and rain."

Zhang Heng listened quietly and found that they were all people with stories.

He couldn't help but look at Liu Da Yanguo, he believed that Liu Da Yanguo also had a story, and his story must be more beautiful than others.

"My story isn't really good."

"I am the branch of Bailian, born in Da Luodao, and I was the Dharma King of the Left Road when I was most brilliant."

"As you all know later, we went round and round, and we became victims. In the end, we were defeated by Li Bingheng, the governor of Dongshan in Ma Liangji. I was lucky not to die, but that's what happened."

Liu Da Yanguo patted his broken leg.

"I've heard about Da Luo Dao. Since you are the Dharma King of the Left Road, your cultivation level..."

Aunt Zhu San hesitated.

"Foundation realm."

Liu Da Yanguo was smoking a cigarette: "I first entered Foundation Establishment at that time, and I was not small in Da Luodao, and I was a little flirtatious."

"It's a pity that this time is no longer the Tang and Song Dynasties. Even the bronze-armored corpse, the treasure of my Daluo Dao town school, can't hold hundreds of red-clothed cannons."

Chapter 44: Hope

A picture appeared in Zhang Heng's mind.

Shandong Governor Li Bingheng led tens of thousands of officers and soldiers to encircle and suppress Daluo Road.

The sound of gunfire in Ma Liangji was like rain, and the sound of cannon was like thunder.

Da Luo Dao Dao Daoist and all the Dharma Kings led the believers to resist, and in the end, like a wave of the times, they failed to withstand the torrent of the times.

Even the treasured bronze armored corpse of Da Luodao Town was blasted into powder under the continuous bombardment of hundreds of red-clothed cannons.

It doesn't matter if you are a good man and a woman, a man of the left who cultivates mana, or a Dharma king who commands a thousand people, you will still die if you take a shot in the chest.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of Zhou Xingxing's movie "Domestic 007".

There was a clip in that movie where Zhou Xingxing was a prisoner with a group of death row inmates who were about to be executed.

One of them knew how to do light work. Before the execution, he shouted loudly, jumped ten meters high, stepped on his left foot and flew away with his right foot. In the end...he was shot down by a rocket launcher.

"The times have changed, and the road to Taoism is dead."

Liu Da Yanguo shook his head and said.

"Cultivation is a dead end."

Paper Man Zhang also followed suit.

After speaking, everyone looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng didn't answer.

He has a sign-in system. This year, he signed in to a plane of the Republic of China, but he can't sign in to a plane of the Song Dynasty next year?

Liu Bowen's slaying of dragons is also a matter of the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty. Going to an earlier, unbanned Taoist world should be hopeful for longevity.

Yan Guo Liu, Paper Figure Zhang, their journey has come to an end.

Even the cultivators in this world have lost their way because of the dissipated spiritual energy, and they cannot live forever.

Zhang Heng is different. He has a sign-in system, Xiaoyan with hope, the sun at seven or eight in the morning.

Two years if one year is not enough, and three years if two years are not enough.

He has achieved success in cultivating the Tao, and he can easily live a hundred or two years. Even if he waits for a year, he may not be able to afford to wait for 100 years.

Monthly visa once a month, annual visa once a year.

He didn't believe that his face was so dark, and after dozens or hundreds of times, he couldn't sign a plane of spiritual energy that was higher than that of the Republic of China.

"Eat, eat."

The crowd said nothing more.

When they were young, who wasn't arrogant and arrogant, just thought Zhang Heng was still young, and when they were as old as them, they would understand everything.

What Taoism, practice.

It’s all bullshit. It’s true that there is wine today and it’s true that you’re drunk today. Drink two taels today and half a catty tomorrow. This is called life.

Different road non-phase plan.

Zhang Heng also saw the thoughts of several people, so he didn't say much about this matter.

Eating hot pot and singing songs.

After a while, everyone went back to their tents and fell asleep. After all, there was still business to do at night.

Zhang Heng didn't sleep.

He was young after all, and it didn't matter if he didn't sleep for a day or two, so he called Zhang Zhenhu.

"Prepare the car, I have to go back to town and prepare something."

Zhang Heng glanced at the water pool in the distance, and decided to return to the town to lock himself in the room, return to reality, and prepare some dry goods.

...night...

Time flies and it's night again.

Standing behind the altar, everyone looked at the third Aunt Zhu, who was doing the altar, and then looked at the sky, and muttered: "Tonight, the stars are dim, and the moon is extraordinarily round, which is not a good sign."

The sun is yang, the moon is yin.

The moon will be round and bright, and the yin will be heavier than usual. I am afraid that the one under the water will not be able to hold back and think of activities.

"It's not going well tonight."

As soon as Liu Dayanguo opened his mouth, everyone fell silent.

After all, he was a foundation-building cultivator back then, and he was born in Da Luo Dao and traveled south and north, and his words were very important.

"Would you like me to send the paper man down, first stabilize it."

The paper man opened his mouth.

His paper figurines can communicate with yin and yang, and in the eyes of ghosts, they are considered half their own.

Although Chu Meiren incarnated into a Specter, the way she became a Specter was rather accidental.

"It's okay to be steady."

Liu Da Yanguo was smoking a dry cigarette: "Today the state of the third aunt is obviously not as good as yesterday, we can see it, and we can see that thing, once we do it, it is difficult for us to settle it, so it is best not to fight, really want to fight. , but also for the last two days.”