The heavens start from Maoshan

You said that you are a veteran celestial being, invincible at the same level.

That's fine too.

Dare to ask Shangxian Gaoshou?

The lifespan of an immortal is one million, and Zhang Heng's way of time is 12 years in a flash.

If you are seven or eight million years old, you will be gone in two strokes, let alone young people who don't talk about martial arts.

Also.

For Zhang Heng, the world of Xianqin is just a transit point.

His future must be in the world of earth immortals and heavenly immortals.

Now the earth immortal is in hand, and the heavenly immortal is in sight.

If you cultivate into a celestial being in your dream, then make up for reality.

Can Heavenly Wonderland be far behind?

People without thought, he must worry about.

The Six Kingdoms are the enemies of Yingzheng, Huarou, and Xianqin.

But not his.

Zhang Heng's enemy is only himself, and he is a person who never slackens.

Good spring.

It's better than a dream.

Zhang Heng confessed one or two, and fell asleep.

previous years.

Sleeping Immortal Chen Tuan Patriarch, it should be the same.

......

So stiff.

So stiff.

Open your eyes.

Zhang Heng only felt the darkness in front of his eyes, and his whole body was indescribably stiff.

what's the situation?

This time my fugue was too empty, the true spirit descended into the world, did it land on a vegetable or a seriously ill person.

Organize your memory again.

His mind was blank, and the original body left him nothing.

"Something's wrong."

Zhang Heng raised his hand with difficulty.

Touched, up and down, left and right, including the top of the head and under the feet are wooden boards, he seems to be lying in a box.

Box? ?

Zhang Heng touched again.

Under the body is a soft quilt and something cold to the touch, like ingots.

The more you think about it, the worse it gets.

This is a coffin, right?

"open!"

The power of the fairy soul burst out.

Break through the predicament directly.

into the eye.

This is a living room, and it is an old courtyard in the country.

Look around.

There is a black cloth hanging on the wall with inscriptions on it.

And on the left and right of the word "Dian", there is a paper figurine.

The paper figurine has painted eyebrows and eyes, red lips and red cheeks. If ordinary people are here, they will feel terrified after a while.

Fortunately.

Zhang Heng is no ordinary person.

Back then, under the training of Master Xu, I slept in the same coffin with my brothers and sisters in Yizhuang, and the dead insects crawled into my mouth, and I thought I ate peanuts, which was delicious.

Seeing the wreaths and paper figurines, he just went home.

"paper man."

"Soul room."

"I'm lying in a coffin?"

Zhang Heng looked around.

The coffin was covered with thick yellow quilts, and silver ingots were placed beside it.

Look at the hands again.

He was so old that he didn't look like that. Could it be that the true spirit descended on an old man who was about to die this time?

With this question.

Zhang Heng walked out of the coffin.

into the eye.

The coffin was suspended on a wooden bench.

And under the coffin, there are braziers, burning paper, fruit candles, spirit tablets, and a black and white photo frame.

Zhang Heng picked up the spirit card and looked at it.

It reads: "The position of Zhang Heng, the uncle of the clan." "

"The name is not bad."

Zhang Heng descended from the spirit with the dream method.

It's not without taboos, but the descended host has a deep relationship with him to some extent, equivalent to himself in other worlds.

So when he saw the name on the spirit seat, Zhang Heng knew that there was nothing wrong with the spirit seance this time.

However, the original body is really too old.

Check out the picture frame.

Inside the black and white photo frame is a thin old man with white hair and wearing a Chinese tunic suit.

Not to mention, the old man in the photo frame is very close to Zhang Heng himself.

It can be vaguely seen that maybe this is what he looks like when he is old.

"There are lights and fans."

"It looks like it should be modern, or modern."

"The predecessor was probably a widowed old man, and even the spiritual seat was made by the grandnephew of the clan."

"It's just strange, since the mourning hall has been set up, why is there no one around?"

"Even if it's a widowed old man, no one mourns, there must be someone who burns paper."

Zhang Heng looked into the paper basin.

No one burned the paper, the paper money was left untouched, and the candles were even unlit.

"Are you busy fighting for the property left by your predecessor?"

With doubts, Zhang Heng opened the door and went out.

into the eye.

There is a big yard outside.

In the yard, there are four rows of tables, twelve in total.

On the table, there were snacks and melon seeds, but nothing else.

Because there is no previous memory.

Zhang Heng was at a loss for all this.

Just guessing, the predecessor should be a widowed old man with no children.

Feeling that I was going to die, I took care of the loss for myself, bought a coffin and lay down in it ahead of time.

Then at the moment of dying, Zhang Heng's true spirit descended to the world, reversing life and death.

"Red Moon?"

Zhang Heng looked at the sky.

It is night now, and there is a red moon in the sky.

It was red as if dripping blood, giving people a very ominous feeling.

out the door.

Looking down the street.

There were no street lights, and the houses on both sides of the street were pitch-black, without any lights.

Look back one or two.

There are only two white lanterns hanging in front of my house, which are the only light in the dark night.

"Weird."

Zhang Heng looked around.

As a Taoist cultivator with upper body and heavenly heart, this world feels very abnormal to him.

It seems that there is something more.

It seems that something is missing.

Zhang Hengman walked forward aimlessly.

Because of the lack of memory, he didn't know where this was, and his heart was full of doubts.

These questions remain unanswered.

A stone tablet standing at the entrance of the town made him stop.

into the eye.

There are three words written on the stele.

Dagou Town...

Chapter 351: The laws of the world have been polluted

"Dagou Town?"

A cold look flashed across Zhang Heng's eyes.

He looked back at the villages and towns behind him, and then looked around.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and said: "Junior Zhang Heng, the teacher passed on the Dixian Realm, Jurong Mountain, Shangmao Shengyou Zhenjun, the Dharma was passed on to the Nanhua Realm, Nanhua Daoist, the technique was passed on to the ancestor Chen Tuan, the Fuyao Daoist, and the three mountain talismans. Which senior is joking with the junior?"

Zhang Heng didn't believe that such a coincidence would happen in the world.

The mind wanders into the void, and the true spirit descends to the world.