The heavens start from Maoshan

Third sister's heart skipped a beat.

Black clothes, tiger ears, seven or eight-year-old girl.

Isn't this the little tiger my fourth brother mentioned?

"elder sister..."

Hu Mengmeng wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and sobbed, "Is this Zhang Heng's house?"

"Yes, yes..." Third Sister swallowed, her tone trembling: "You, are you the little mountain god on the mountain?"

Humengmeng nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Mengmeng, why are you here?"

Zhang Heng was lighting a fire in the backyard.

Hearing the movement ahead, he rushed over immediately.

"Zhang Heng..."

See Zhang Heng.

Humengmeng cried immediately: "The statue has collapsed."

"The idol has collapsed!"

Zhang Heng froze for a moment: "Your father..."

Humengmeng cried and nodded.

See her like this.

Zhang Heng fell silent.

He had already discovered that something was wrong with Hushan God.

Seeing that the god statue was dim before, and he couldn't even borrow the god statue to show his holiness, he guessed that the Tiger Mountain God was either seriously injured or fell into a dangerous place.

"Zhang Heng, father, he, he..."

Hu Mengmeng sobbed: "Has it fallen?"

Zhang Heng didn't answer.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that the idol is the second body of the god, and it will not collapse for no reason.

Reminiscent of Hushan God's conquest of Beihai and Xingchenzong, no accident, Hushan God should have been ambushed and died in battle.

"Woooooooo..."

Seeing that Zhang Heng didn't speak.

Hu Mengmeng cried like a tearful person, because she also guessed the ending.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm crying like a little cat." Seeing Hu Mengmeng crying non-stop, the third sister was full of motherhood, she hurriedly hugged Hu Mengmeng in her arms.

But how can this be coaxed well.

Humengmeng cried out of breath, with snot and tears.

"A child is a good child, but his life is hard."

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.

With one finger, he pointed at the center of Humengmeng's eyebrows.

Hu Mengmeng tilted her head.

In a blink of an eye, she lost her human body, turned back into the appearance of a little white tiger, and fell asleep in the arms of Third Sister.

"Three sisters."

"God Hushan is currently on an expedition to Beihai under the imperial court's order."

"The statue collapsed, no accident, it should be the Tiger Mountain God who died in battle."

Zhang Heng gave a few words of warning, and then said: "Put Mengmeng to the bed first, I will go to Hushan and bring something back."

The third sister nodded like pecking rice.

He carried Humengmeng into the house.

Zhang Heng did not leave in a hurry.

Instead, he walked around the house twice, opened his mouth, and spit out a cloud of white mist.

This white mist is also magical.

Divided into two lanes, one on the left and one on the right, flying around the eaves.

After flying a few laps, it turned into a pale white Taiji diagram, which was upside down over the Zhang family's old house, and then disappeared without a trace.

tread...

Do it all.

Zhang Heng stepped lightly on the ground and disappeared without a trace.

When reappearing.

Already standing outside the Tiger Temple.

"really."

Zhang Heng looked up.

I saw that the Tiger God Temple seemed to have an earthquake. The original palaces and palaces collapsed in sevens and eights.

Bending down, walked into the hall.

The statue of Hushan God was completely shattered from the waist up, and even the pair of black maces held by the statue were lying on the ground as if no one cared about it.

"Come, come, come..."

Zhang Heng used the method of recruiting and gently waved at the black mace.

next second.

The black mace flew upside down from the ground, landed in his hand, and quickly became the size of a toothpick.

Zhang Heng put away the black mace and continued walking inside.

Soon.

When he came to the inner hall, he repeated the old trick, and turned the Lingyu Terrace into the size of a cigarette case, and put it in his pocket along with the black mace.

"Ghost Token!"

Go all the way in.

Came to the treasure house, originally here, thousands of ghost tokens were enshrined.

Each token represents a ghost transformed by the Tiger Mountain God. Thousands of ghosts together are equivalent to thousands of soldiers and horses.

nowadays.

The ghost token is like being burned by fire, and the writing on it is blurred.

Zhang Heng knew it without thinking about it.

With the fall of the Hushan God, these ghosts who worked for the tiger also disappeared.

"receive!"

Zhang Heng stopped and walked.

Take away all the treasures in the treasury, lest someone come to beat the autumn wind

"what?"

"Tiger Mountain God is dead?"

"How did you die?"

"Without the Tiger Mountain God, is the Xiaoshan God still a Xiaoshan God?"

After half a column of incense.

Zhang Heng left and returned.

As a result, as soon as he entered the yard, he saw Second Brother Zhang standing in the yard, and said in surprise: "Will we not have pheasants and hares to eat in the future?"

Four eyes facing each other.

Zhang Heng glanced at his second brother and entered the room without saying a word.

Brother Zhang was stunned, and muttered: "Why, did I say something wrong?"

Snapped...

heard.

Zhang's mother, who was sitting by the side chopping wild vegetables, splashed a pot of chicken food on the second brother.

The second brother was splashed all over, and he was taken aback, he said aggrievedly: "I'm telling the truth, can't I tell the truth?"

Hear movement behind him.

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.

He is a cheap second brother, lazy and selfish.

Now that the little tiger is dead with his father, he only thinks that there will be no pheasants to eat in the future.

Human ruthlessness.

Why this is the case.

"came back."

inside the room.

The little tiger was lying on the kang, and the third sister fanned her for fear that she would get hot.

the other side.

Father Zhang stood in the corner with a sad face.

"Although Hushan God has spoken about the situation, the Dali Dynasty is still there."

"Hushan God was ordered by Dali to go to the North Sea, and now he died before his ambition was fulfilled. There should be an explanation from the government."

Zhang Heng understood Father Zhang's sorrow: "If there are no accidents, there should be a reward in a few days. The position of Hushan God will probably fall on Mengmeng."

"is it possible?"

Father Zhang was a little uncertain.

After all, in his opinion, Humengmeng is just a child.

Who would canonize a child as a mountain god? Isn't this nonsense.

"pretty close."

"What Lihuang has to do is to create possibility out of the impossible."

"In my opinion, Mengmeng will not only become a mountain god, but her temple and her jurisdiction will be bigger than the Tiger Mountain God."

"This is not to fight for breath, but to let the whole world know that people's wishes can win against heaven."

Zhang Heng didn't understand Li Huang.

But he understands the heart of the strong, and also understands what Li Huang wants to do.

It's just that Zhang's father couldn't understand these things, and sighed with unmoved brows: "I thought life would be easier, so I married your third sister, and by the way, I can find a wife for your second brother. Now I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Zhang Heng didn't think so, and said with a pun: "Fortune, misfortune, how can I say it for sure."

Done.

Zhang Heng looked at the little tiger again, and thought to himself: "It's not that I'm cruel, but that some things are easier to handle now that your father is gone."

night...

"Zhang Junyi?"

It was just getting dark.