The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng asked.

"It's been three days, don't worry, the surgery was a success, and the most advanced minimally invasive correction technology was used, so there won't be any scars left."

After the little nurse finished speaking, she asked uncertainly, "Mr. Zhang, how did you get injured? If it wasn't an accident, do you need our help to call the police?"

"unnecessary."

Zhang Heng vetoed and defended: "I like to play roller skating in the living room, but I didn't expect the speed to be a bit faster, and I accidentally bumped into the corner of the table. I was really careless."

The little nurse looked in disbelief.

What kind of roller skating can hit yourself like this at home, and some people believe it is a car accident.

"What about my clothes and things on me?"

Zhang Heng didn't care what a little nurse thought.

The little nurse replied, "I've cleaned it for you, right next to your pillow."

Zhang Heng turned around and saw his Taoist uniform and Maoshan jade pendant.

"Mr. Zhang, are you a Taoist priest?"

The little nurse asked a question that had been in her mind for a long time.

"That's it."

Zhang Heng brought the jade pendant and put it on his neck.

After wearing it, I finally felt a little more at ease, and touched my clothes pocket again.

Touch, touch the space.

Zhang Heng's tone instantly sank: "Where's my paper figurine?"

"Out again."

The little nurse pointed out.

Zhang Heng looked up and saw that his paper ghost was being held in a clip, hanging on the balcony like clothes, so miserable.

Chapter 59: Little Monk Wuxin

Gu Youyun: It takes a hundred days to break the muscles and move the bones.

Although Zhang Heng was strong and strong, he had to take care of him for a month before and after.

"The difference is a bit big!"

"Sure enough, no matter how good the thing is, it depends on who uses it again. That jade talisman is a waste for me."

Thinking of the jade halal amulet shot down by Yue Qiluo with tea, Zhang Heng felt distressed for a while.

That is a good thing, and it is the secret of Qingyunguan that no one has been able to draw for more than a hundred years.

It's a pity that the gap between him and Yue Qiluo is too big, far from one or two magical tools, one or two talismans can be reversed.

And Zhang Heng is very strange, who is this Yue Qiluo?

He has searched for a long time in modern times, and he has not found any information about this person. Could it be a local powerhouse?

"The worst is you."

Zhang Heng took out the paper ghost and put it in his hand to look at it for a moment: "What did the old witch did to you, did she beat you to death? Why are you just like the ordinary paper ghost, so unresponsive?"

Paper ghost Paper ghost, its body is Chu Meiren, but it has turned into a paper figurine.

When they fought, I didn't know what magic Yue Qiluo used. The red light flashed and the paper figurine was abolished, and it still hasn't recovered. Even if Zhang Heng called it, it didn't respond at all.

Is it dead?

Zhang Heng shook the paper ghost in his hand.

It shouldn't be, the paper ghost is connected with him, and if he is killed, he should feel something.

He didn't sense the death of the paper ghost, he couldn't contact it, it was more like he was severely injured and fell into a deep sleep.

"By the way, it may be related to this world."

Zhang Heng looked at the sky.

The real world he lives in is a scientific world where Taoism does not exist.

Here, he can't even feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which means that there is no living space for Taoism and Taoism.

The essence of paper ghosts is ghosts.

Taoism is banned, paper ghosts will be suppressed, and it is reasonable to fall into a deep sleep.

"Apocalypse Era!"

Zhang Heng withdrew his gaze, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: "In the world of the Spiritual Republic, I am not Yue Qiluo's opponent. If I bring her here..."

The real world bans all spells. No matter how talented Yue Qiluo is, it is impossible to use spells in such a world.

When the time comes, she will really be just like her appearance, she will be a [-]-year-old little loli, and she won't let him pinch her round and flatten her.

wrong...

Zhang Heng stopped his thoughts again.

Although the idea is good, it is difficult to implement.

Yue Qiluo is not a marionette, so how could he do what he wanted, what if he was beaten to death by a palm.

"Don't be reckless, you have to think long-term!"

Zhang Heng retracted his mind and said: "Blessed and immeasurable Tianzun."

Republic of China.

I haven't seen you for a month, and when I come back, the outside world is already covered with snow, and the time has come to January 1920.

Zhang Heng was walking on the streets of Tianjing with a bamboo box on his back.

Very far away, I heard someone talking in front of me: "It's a crime, they're all school kids. They're shot. It's too bad, isn't it?"

"Who says it's not, but this time it's for real. Marshal Tianjing has already ordered that several student representatives protesting against the riots be shot, and it's useless to persuade them."

"If you want me to say, it's too much trouble. It's been so noisy all the time. The clay figurine still has three points of anger, not to mention the handsome."

rumbling...

Several military vehicles passed the street.

Zhang Heng looked at the car and saw that on the train, the two girls with whom he had met several times had been reduced to prisoners and were being taken to the execution ground with other students.

"preparation!"

"put..."

bang bang bang...

With the sound of gunfire, several student representatives fell in a pool of blood.

Zhang Heng stood behind the crowd, looked at the people who were rushing up to grab the blood buns, and whispered: "Forerunner, you, do you regret it later?"

"Master, do you know them?"

Hearing Zhang Heng's self-talk, a young man in his 20s dressed as a traveling monk asked.

Zhang Heng glanced at You Seng, nodded first, then shook his head: "I know, I don't know either."

"Master, your words are so mysterious!"

The wandering monk clasped his hands together: "Little monk has no heart, dare to ask the name of the long road?"

"Maoshan, Zhang Heng."

Zhang Heng bowed his head and then looked at the few Taoist priests who had scattered paper money and reassured the soul of the dead.

After speaking, Zhang Heng came out of the crowd and asked the little Taoist priest in the field, "Which Taoist priest are you from?"

"This senior brother, we are Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple."

The little priest replied.

Zhang Heng nodded silently, Qingyun Temple is the largest Taoist temple in Tianjing, and has a long-standing reputation.

The commander of Tianjing invited Taoist priests to save the undead. Of course, the first choice was Qingyunguan, but the commander of Tianjing could not go to Yanjing to find Baiyunguan.

"My surname is Zhang, my name is Heng, I come from Maoshan, and I'm an old friend with your headmaster Qingyunguan."

Zhang Heng first named the little Taoist priest, and then said: "I and these two girls are also old acquaintances. After the cremation, the ashes of these two people will be handed over to me, and I will take them back to my hometown for a good burial."

"Senior brother, this is against the rules."

The little Taoist looked embarrassed.

"What rules?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "Do I have to go to Qingyun Temple and let Chuchenzi come and talk to you?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The little Taoist thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's just follow my brother's instructions."

Zhang Heng stopped speaking.

Watching a few people perform rituals, the corpses were pulled to the crematorium to be burned, and the burned ashes were put into the porcelain altar.

After doing everything well, the little Taoist handed over the two porcelain altars to Zhang Heng: "Brother, the ashes are already here."

Zhang Heng nodded silently.

Then put the two urns into the bamboo box, and then sealed the mouth of the altar with two talismans, chanting: "The magic talisman illuminates the way to death, and the magic spell shakes the gate of hell... Two laymen, Don't worry about reincarnation, when I return to Yangcheng, I will bring your ashes with me, and I won't let you live in a foreign land."

Zhang Heng finished speaking.

There was an overdrive sound from behind.

"Amitabha, the supreme medical king, the majestic golden image is radiant, and the sea of ​​suffering is a boat sailing."

Zhang Heng looked back.

I saw the wandering monk who did not know when to follow him and was chanting sutras with his head down.

"The Bodhisattva named Yuantong was born in the forest of seven treasures, with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes and a wonderful true face, sitting in the Putuo Palace, sprinkled with nectar on the branches of willows, engulfing the Dharma world, and displaying supernatural powers on the head of a thousand waves, and descending into the Taoist temple..."

"Master has a heart."

Zhang Heng Jishou: "Blessed and immeasurable Tianzun."

"The Buddha of Infinite Life."

Monk Wuxin returned a salute, and then said, "I see that the Taoist priest and the two are acquaintances, why didn't you help me just now?"

"Save, how?"

Zhang Heng sighed and said, "Eight military vehicles, one battalion of soldiers, with machine guns on the vehicles, don't tell me I'm going up, even if I bring a bronze statue, I can make a mess for you."

"Wu is not good, let alone Wen. Today's move is obviously Marshal Tianjing's act of killing chickens to scare monkeys. What he killed was not a head, but a seedling. How could it be as simple as we saw."

He shook his head after speaking.

He added: "I only know the two of them, and the relationship is not enough for me to sacrifice my life to save them. Besides, this is their choice, please be kind, you only see them dead, but I see them. When the fire of a single spark is burning, the benefits and the benefits can’t be explained in a few words.”

Chapter 60: Asking Knowingly

"Right and wrong, usually right and wrong."

"It's true that people outside of us can't tell what's going on in the courtroom."

The wandering monk who claimed to be Wuxin looked at the two urns on the ground: "The two young girls in the flower season have withered away. It's a pity, lamentable, respectable, sad, Buddha of Infinite Life."

Zhang Heng Jishou: "Blessed and immeasurable Tianzun."

After reading, Zhang Heng looked at Wuxin: "Master, are you here to travel around in Tianjing?"

"Not really."

Wuxin shook his head: "The poor monk stayed in Wenxian some time ago and unintentionally released a monster. I heard that this monster has been to Tianjing, so I came to see it."

"Wen County, enchanting!!"