The heavens start from Maoshan

"Burn a few talismans first."

Uncle Ninth didn't dare to delay, and immediately said to Mi Nianying, "help your sister go back to the room first."

Mi Qilian touched her stomach and looked back at Jiu Shu three steps at a time.

Long Nanguang, who was on the side, didn't want to be jealous anymore. He stood beside the ninth uncle and asked anxiously, "Douchiying, is my daughter-in-law alright?"

"It's more troublesome than yours."

"You take the powder made from zombie teeth, and you'll be fine when you go back and take a bubble bath."

"Sister Lian, she..."

Uncle Ninth looked embarrassed: "She has a demon baby in her belly. If she is allowed to give birth to a child, the demon baby will definitely be a disaster. Now the best way is to burn a few talismans to drive this demon baby away. Don't let it be born through the womb."

"Master, is the demon embryo so easy to talk about?"

Wen Cai couldn't help but ask a question.

"If you can't rush, you have to try first."

After the ninth uncle finished speaking, he instructed Zhang Heng: "Aheng, go outside and fold a willow branch, and then bring a bowl of well water."

"Yes, uncle."

Zhang Heng was ordered to leave.

After half an hour.

Everyone gathered in Mi Qilian's room.

Mi Qilian lay on the bed with her stomach exposed, while the ninth uncle held a willow branch and kept beating her with water: "The nectar water on the willow branch can make a drop spread all over the ten directions, and remove the odor and dirt. The field is clean.”

Zhang Heng stood aside.

He shook the copper bell and recited the divine mantra of purifying the heavens and the earth.

Mantra:

Heaven and earth are natural, the filth is scattered, the cave is mysterious, and Taiyuan is swaying.

Mighty gods from all directions, make me natural, Lingbao talismans, and universal notices to the nine heavens.

Ganluodana, Donggang Taixuan, slaying demons and tying evil spirits, saving thousands of ghosts.

Zhongshan God Mantra, Yuan Shi Yuwen, recite it once, cure illness and prolong life.

After a moment.

Chant the mantra once.

Ninth Uncle took out a talisman, flipped it over with his backhand, and the talisman spontaneously ignited, whispering, "Promise to the Heavenly Lord of Rescue the Suffering, save the suffering and bring auspiciousness, and it will be difficult to eliminate disasters and obstacles."

a little.

The talisman was burnt clean.

Accompanied by the upward blue smoke, Mi Qilian let out a breath of black air, and the black air chased after the blue smoke, as if going to the nine heavens.

Whoosh!

next second.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the black smoke seemed to have thought of something, broke away from the blue smoke and got into Mi Qilian's stomach.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng frowned slightly and whispered, "Uncle, the demon baby is too hostile, and he wants to come into the world, so please don't leave at all."

After he finished speaking, he said, "I'm afraid it will be tough."

"No."

Ninth Uncle vetoed: "Lianmei is eight months pregnant, she will die if you force her."

"Master, is there any other way?"

Wen Cai also said, "If Mrs. Long dies, Nianying will definitely be sad."

heard.

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai.

Wen Cai shrank his neck in fright.

Originally, he should have stood aside and recited the mantra with Zhang Heng, but he forgot how to recite the Jingtiandi mantra, which almost made Uncle Jiu mad.

"There is a specialization in art."

"Teaching about Mi, raising baby spirits is Aunt Zhe's specialty. I'm not good at that."

Uncle Jiu walked around in the room, and then said to Zhang Heng: "Ah Heng, you use my tone, go to the telegraph office and send a telegram, telling Aunt Cane that I have encountered difficulties, and ask her to come overnight, and you must do it as soon as possible." Come."

"Yes, uncle."

Zhang Heng left after speaking.

"Brother Heng, let me accompany you. It's time for the telegraph office to get off work. I know all the people on duty."

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng thought to himself, how do you know who is on duty today?

Thinking instead of Mi Nianying's attribute of "pursuing sentient beings", she didn't feel ashamed to ask it. After all, there are too many people in the room, so it's not good to make a big red face.

"Well, let's go."

Zhang Heng picked up the sword and walked out without looking back.

"Brother Heng, I'll go with you too."

Wen Cai also wanted to follow.

"You stay."

Zhang Heng rejected Wen Cai's kindness.

Wen Cai looked at him pitifully, but because of the presence of Uncle Jiu, he didn't dare to say anything else after all.

Outside the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

"Brother Heng, can you read palmistry?"

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Mi Nianying looked at Zhang Heng with a smile.

"will not."

Zhang Heng said without thinking.

"Then what will you do?"

Mi Nianying moved towards Zhang Heng, and touched Zhang Heng's Taiping sword with his small hand: "Brother Heng, this sword is so hard."

Zheng!

Zhang Heng pulled out his sword: "I will kill, do you want to watch?"

"No, no."

Mi Nianying shivered when the cold light flashed on the sword.

"Drive, drive faster."

Zhang Heng held the sword and closed his eyes.

buzzing...

The car was driving on the road, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street.

After more than ten minutes of driving, Zhang Heng suddenly opened his eyes: "Stop!"

crunch...

The car stopped suddenly, and the driver asked unexpectedly, "Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?"

"How far is the Grand Marshal's Mansion from the telegraph office?"

"It's not too far."

The driver replied.

Zhang Heng said coldly, "Don't you think this road is a little longer?"

"Yes."

Mi Nianying looked out the window: "Why is this road so long, and I haven't gone out for ten minutes?"

crunch...

Pushing open the car door, Zhang Heng got out of the car with his sword in his arms.

woohoo woo...

A gust of wind blew, Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and he saw a piece of paper.

L.

A horn sounded in the ear.

Zhang Heng looked ahead and saw a group of mourners wearing white clothes, carrying coffins, singing and dancing, walking towards this direction.

In the next second, there was another movement behind him.

Turning around and looking, at the other end was a group of people wearing red clothes and carrying large sedan chairs.

"You dare to show off your little tricks!"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, stepped on Qixing, and drew out his sword: "Please help me, General Ren Gong!"

After speaking, the tip of the sword pointed to the funeral procession.

"Blow the wind!"

woo woo woo woo...

With Zhang Heng as the center, the yellow wind in the sky swept away the funeral procession.

In the blink of an eye, the paper figures were swept up into the sky by the gust of wind, and they were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye.

"Please help me, General Di Gong!"

Zhang Heng drank again, and pointed his sword to the welcoming team: "Call the rain!"

Crash.

It was pouring rain.

Yellow raindrops fell to the ground, and the flowers, plants and trees withered and died as soon as they touched the ground.

The welcoming team was swept away by the rain and began to melt in an instant.

Zhang Heng took a closer look and saw that there were actually branches, corn stalks, sorghum stalks, and dummies filled with hay under the red auspicious clothes.

"When the year is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!"

Zhang Hengbao swung his sword horizontally and pointed at the sky sharply: "Please help me, General Tiangong!"

Boom! !

A thunderbolt slammed down and hit the Taiping Sword.

Zhang Heng stepped on the seven stars and slashed out at the space around him: "Break!"

Click! !

A gap opened in the space, and then it shattered like a mirror.

When you look at it, there is no path here, it is clearly a cemetery, with a dozen dummies lying down on both sides of the tomb.

"Humph!"

Zhang Hengbao put his sword back in its sheath and snorted coldly, "I don't know the number of days, and I don't know me."

Chapter 85: Paying homage to the ancestors of Maoshan

"Taiping Sword!"

Zhang Heng held the sword in his arms and thought to himself, "It is indeed the treasure of Taiping Dao's education, and it is indeed domineering."