The heavens start from Maoshan

Seeing someone coming in, a group of Linglings backed away in fright.

Just before Zhang Heng could speak, a Ling Ying who seemed to be the King of Children said, "He must be the helper invited by these two bad guys, so grab him and play Jiji together."

"Play Gigi, play Gigi!"

When they heard Jiji playing, all the spirit babies clapped their hands and applauded.

The next moment, a group of spirit babies rushed towards Zhang Heng, seemingly trying to knock him down.

"How brave!"

Zhang Heng grabbed his hands into his pockets, immediately grabbed a handful of copper coins, and threw them at Lingying.

Ah!

Being hit by the flying copper coins, Ling Ying, who was rushing in front, immediately fell to the ground weakly.

Looking at Lingying at the back, some trotted all the way back to the statue of Lingying, some shivered and hid under the table, and some even cried out of fear and didn't dare to move.

"Now I know I'm afraid, weren't you brave just now?"

Zhang Heng swept his eyes and shouted, "Aren't you going back?"

The Lingying people entered the Lingying Statue all at once.

Seeing that Lingying was hiding, Zhang Heng's eyes fell on the two young people who were hanging on the beam, and he smiled: "Two brothers, you really love, play with Lingying every day, I'm afraid They can be lonely, which I admire."

"Who are you, why are you calling us senior brother?"

"Yeah, we don't know you, where did you come from?"

Hanging from the beam, Qiusheng and Wencai asked you one sentence, and I asked each sentence.

"Two senior brothers, let's come down first and talk about it."

Zhang Heng waved his right hand.

The paper ghost flew out of his cuff in an instant, circled around the red rope that tied the two of them, and cut the rope in an instant.

Bang! !

The two fell heavily on the ground, and the painful Wen Cai called out to the mother: "My mother, take it easy."

Qiusheng also wailed: "Yeah, I don't know how to pick us up, my old waist is about to break."

Zhang Heng didn't answer, just smiled and looked at the two of them.

Speaking of which, the two of them had practiced, they rubbed their teeth and rubbed their teeth for a while, and soon stood up like nothing else.

"Two senior brothers, my name is Zhang Heng, I am Xu Zhenren's disciple, should the ninth uncle mentioned me?"

Zhang Heng asked with a smile.

"Zhang Heng?"

"Master Xu's disciple?"

Qiusheng and Wencai glanced at each other, then rolled their eyes each: "It's over, let's learn from the example."

"Role models?"

This time it was Zhang Heng's turn to be confused.

"Yeah, I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup you poured into our master. His old man went out and scolded us when he came back. He wants us to learn more from you in the future."

Qiu Sheng looked at Zhang Heng unconvinced: "It's very ordinary, isn't it just a little handsome, a little white, a little rich, a little more capable, what's so great about it?"

Wen Cai grimaced: "Senior brother, isn't this great enough?"

"Losers don't lose."

Qiusheng winked, then raised his head and asked Zhang Heng: "Junior brother, aren't you a rich man in Dagou Town, why did you come to our Renjia Town?"

"That's a long story."

Zhang Heng saw that Qiusheng was somewhat hostile to him.

This hostility is similar to that of other people's children coming to play in their own house and comparing themselves from beginning to end.

It looks hostile, but it is actually inferiority.

then.

Zhang Heng sent Zhenren Xu to receive a letter from Uncle Qianhe, and went to help him alone. After that, Zhenren Xu was away, and Chu Meiren came out to make trouble. Everyone fought against Chu Meiren. The third aunt died in battle. He rushed to Changbai Mountain to return the three. Taigu's ashes, met Yue Qiluo and the unintentional monk, and once again bombed mountains in Liusha Town and killed a zombie.

After listening to his story.

The autumn harvest and the two looked at each other, unable to speak for a long time.

Before, they still had the heart to compare with Zhang Heng, and they were not convinced.

Speaking of which, how can you compare.

Just like a child who scored [-]% in the math test and was about to show off to others, he found out that the other party was the overall champion of the International Mathematical Olympiad.

"You're amazing, I'll take it."

Autumn harvest gave a thumbs up, and then did not forget to take a look at Wencai.

Not to mention Wen Cai, he spread his hands and said straight: "I have nothing to say, only four words, junior brother, you are awesome."

"The sky is the responsibility of the people, and I just did what I was supposed to do."

Zhang Heng didn't take credit, he quickly turned around and asked, "Two brothers, where's my uncle?"

"Master, the old man went to the play, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back until evening."

Qiu Sheng replied, and did not forget to ask: "Junior brother, your hand was too beautiful just now, and you immediately cleaned up the gang of Linglings with a sprinkle of copper coins. Can you teach us when you go back?"

"Do you want to learn?"

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "This one is nothing special, the most powerful thing is these copper coins."

Picking up two copper coins from the ground, Zhang Heng handed them to Qiu Sheng: "Look at what's written on it."

"Kaiyuan!"

Qiusheng carefully identified: "Kaiyuan Tongbao!"

"Yes, this is the Kaiyuan Tongbao of the Tang Dynasty. It has been more than 1000 years ago. I don't know how many people have passed it. Moreover, these copper coins have been enshrined with incense, and they are mixed with the power of humanity and incense. Naturally, it is not these spirits. Babies can resist."

Zhang Heng played with the copper coins: "This kind of Tang Dynasty Kaiyuan Tongbao is very valuable in itself. You can take it to any antique shop and you can return it for half a piece of ocean."

After speaking, Zhang Heng said again: "See if you like it, the Kaiyuan Tongbao on the ground will be given to you."

"Send us?"

Qiu Sheng swallowed his saliva: "Is it too precious?"

Zhang Heng looked at him as if he had never seen the market before, and said with a smile, "I still have a tank in my house."

Chapter 72: Sending Qiusheng a sentence, my fate is up to me

Collect the coins scattered on the ground.

Qiusheng and Wencai were short-handed, and their attitude towards Zhang Heng became more enthusiastic.

The two of them could see that this man, who was advertised by Uncle Ninth as an outstanding disciple of the next generation of Maoshan, had a leg hair thicker than their waists, and it was impossible to refuse.

"I didn't expect Uncle Jiu to do a good job here. The baby room, mortuary room, funeral room, ghost hall, ancestor hall, and sparrows are all complete."

Accompanied by Qiu Sheng and the other two, Zhang Heng walked around the Yizhuang: "I even got a lotus pond. Uncle Ninth is worth a lot of money."

"That's for sure, how dark our master is."

After Qiusheng said this, he looked left and right to see if anyone was there, and whispered: "You don't know, my master will pay you a lot for doing things for the rich. If you exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, there will be more, one hundred and two hundred It’s not too much, there are three, and if you don’t have money, how can you make it so grand?”

"Yeah yeah."

Wen Cai also chimed in and said: "The most annoying thing is, Master never gives us any money. It is harder for us to ask him for money than to ask for money from a stone. I really don't know how he swallowed so much money by himself. Down."

"Actually, we're fine."

Qiu Sheng said again: "Uncle Simu has more money than our master. I heard from the master that Uncle Simu has a box of gold, which is enough to make a coffin. As a result, Uncle Simu's apprentice, Jia Le, has a piece of gold. I haven’t had to change my clothes for three years, it’s miserable, and I don’t know why I’m saving so much money.”

Listen to each sentence.

Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Don't think about it, whether it's your master, my master, or even Uncle Simu, the money they earn is not spent by themselves, but divided."

, so many points? "

"Yeah, where did so many people come from?"

The two of Qiusheng were extremely surprised.

Zhang Heng motioned for the two of them to stay calm, and explained: "This first share is to be handed over to the sect. Maoshan has cultivated everyone. After the disciples have completed their studies, they will naturally have to use part of their income to support the sect. Otherwise, the patriarch's hall What to use to repair, and what to use to light the Everbright Lamp?"

"Compare with business."

"Maoshan is the main store. Those who have learned skills and go down the mountain to open Taoist temples, Yizhuang, and incense candle shop disciples open branches."

"When the branch makes money, it will naturally have a share in the head office. Otherwise, if you open up Maoshan, close Maoshan, and do things under the name of Maoshan, you will only take advantage and do nothing. There is no such thing in the world.

When the two of Qiu Sheng heard this, they thought that was the truth, and asked, "Junior brother, what about the second one?"

"The second portion is dedicated to the ancestors and various ghosts and gods."

Zhang Heng explained: "On the patriarch's side, a stick of incense plus fruit and incense candles will be offered in the morning and evening, and six animals will be sacrificed during the New Year and festivals, and each of them will cost money."

"It's the same with the ghosts and gods. People from all walks of life have to take care of them. If you don't take care of them well, some things will be difficult to handle. If you take care of them, everything will be easy to handle."

When the two of them heard the autumn harvest, they nodded again and again.

Not to mention, every time the Ghost Festival comes, Ninth Uncle burns a lot of ingot candles, which are used to control the underworld. These are what they have seen with their own eyes.

"Junior brother, what about the third one?"

"The third part is the cost of repairing bridges and roads, providing relief to victims, and doing good deeds."

Zhang Heng explained: "Don't think that doing good deeds is a matter of lip-smacking. In fact, many good things need to be solved with money. For example, if a person starved to death, if you want to save him, you have to give him a bowl of porridge. Drink, without this bowl of porridge, you can't do this good thing."

Wen Cai said nonchalantly: "It's just a bowl of porridge, no one can eat this badly, right?"

"Yes, no one is short of a bowl of porridge, but what about a hundred bowls, a thousand bowls, and ten thousand bowls?"

Zhang Heng said solemnly, "A bowl of porridge is just a metaphor. Do you know how much food [-] refugees need to eat every day?"

The two shook their heads.

Zhang Heng replied, "It takes a hundred dans of grain a day, and this one hundred dans of grain can fill your entire house."

The two were speechless and could only continue to ask, "What about the fourth one?"

Zhang Heng looked at the two of them speechlessly: "The fourth part is of course Master's, daily expenses, entertainment, yellow paper cinnabar, rooster blood, which one doesn't cost money?"

"Oh I see."

Qiu Sheng said happily, "Is it ours?"

Zhang Heng nodded first, then shook his head: "It's the truth, but it's not easy for you to get this money."

"There is a saying in the folk that if there are more children, there will be divisions. We don't call divisions, but divisions."

"A master, it is basically impossible to have only one apprentice."

"What should I do if there are more apprentices? In the case of Ninth Uncle's Yizhuang, whether it is to pass it on to you Qiusheng, or to pass it on to you, it can't be half of one person, right?"

"So someone is destined to leave, and the person who leaves will naturally take away some of the money."

"At that time, it's better to find a way out for yourself, or to open a Yizhuang, incense candle shop, or coffin shop elsewhere. In short, you have to have a place to stay, bring some money, and you can't starve to death. Tell me, is this the truth?"

The two were thoughtful.

After a while, there were two more indescribable meanings in the eyes of each other.

Zhang Heng looked at everything and thought to himself: "Ninth Uncle, it's no wonder that your disciples are not good, you have raised them into giant babies, and if you don't shatter the fantasy that they will follow you for a lifetime, what will they do? Will you grow up and understand that one day you have to rely on yourself?"

silence.

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai did not laugh, but showed serious expressions.

In fact, they all understand the truth, but they just don't want to face it.

The disguise of reality was taken off by Zhang Heng, revealing the most real scene, and the two of them couldn't help but think deeply.

"Brother Wencai, learn your skills well, ask more questions and see more, so that you can become the protagonist in your life, instead of being a supporting role, thinking about the protagonist and refusing to face the reality."