The heavens start from Maoshan

puff!

Yue Qiluo spat out a mouthful of blood, and the paper armor behind her shattered.

Taking advantage of this time, Xu Zhenren also flew and pointed directly on her eyebrows.

puff!

Yue Qiluo flew upside down and landed on the ground with both hands.

Everyone looked intently, only to see Yue Qiluo's long hair and shawl, because the eyebrows were pointed by thunder, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from both eyes.

"Blow the wind!"

"Call the rain!!"

Zhang Heng was unrelenting, waving the sword in his hand continuously, shouting: "Let's fall!"

click...

Wind and rain, thunder bursts.

Seeing this scene, Yue Qiluo pulled away and ran away.

"Wow hahaha!"

But she didn't want to, Jia Le, who was descended by Zhong Kui, grabbed her arm, and then began to suck her soul again.

Yue Qiluo struggled twice, unable to escape.

With a ruthless heart, the paper armor on his body fell off instantly, and went back to the Jiale cover.

Jia Le was directly covered by the paper armor, and the spell was broken in an instant.

"fall!"

Zhang Heng pushed the sword in his hand.

A thunderstorm descended instantly and hit Yue Qiluo directly.

This time, Yue Qiluo no longer had the protection of the paper armor and the magic cloak, and took a solid blow.

In just a split second, she was blasted out by the thunderbolt, hit the rockery in the Taoist temple, and fell into the lotus pond.

"hey-hey!"

"Hey Hey..."

Yue Qiluo's face was covered in blood, and she kept coughing out blood: "It's amazing, it's really amazing, but unfortunately you forgot, I'm an immortal existence, even if you win, it's just my body."

"What do you mean?"

Real Xu looked at Zhang Heng.

"Ghosts live forever, wantonly seize homes."

Zhang Heng whispered: "Unless you can detain her soul, it will be useless to kill her many times, she will be reincarnated."

"Ha ha ha ha."

A streak of silver light flew out from Yue Qiluo's body, fast as lightning: "No one can always win, and I have already lived forever, haha, hahaha!"

"what?"

A Kongming lantern flew in the distance.

A Taoist stood on it, seeing a silver light flying towards him, he immediately raised a red gourd: "Take it!"

"oops!"

The silver light hit the gourd directly.

The Taoist covered the lid, shook the gourd, and jumped off the Kongming lantern with a paper umbrella: "What was it just now that scared me to the point of falling."

Zhang Heng: "..."

Xu Zhenren: "..."

Chapter 92: Hainan Wang and the second annual signing

"What, that silver light is Yue Qiluo?"

Daoist Zhaixing looked surprised: "Isn't she very powerful, why did I accept her after just one face-to-face?"

Xu Zhenren was sulking on the side, unable to speak.

"Maybe her life is bad, or your life is too good."

Zhang Heng was also speechless.

They killed Yue Qiluo by beating to death, but they did not expect to be picked by Taoist Xingxing Taoist in the end.

Could it be that the star picking uncle in front of him is the legendary son of luck?

"Uncle Shi, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Heng couldn't figure it out.

"As a person, I have always acted as I wanted, and did what I wanted to do."

"I couldn't sleep at night, so I wanted to visit you on a whim, so I came here."

Daoist Zhaixing looked free and easy: "Isn't it like this?"

What else can Zhang Heng say, just four words: "Admiration, admiration."

"Speaking of which, this Yue Qiluo is a felon from the Yin Si. Feng Jiao wants to use it to exchange her reincarnation spot with the Yin Si. I wonder if you are reluctant to let me take him away?"

Daoist Picking Star showed a positive color.

"Take it, it's useless for us to come."

Zhang Heng directly decided for Xu Zhenren.

Anyway, they are two masters and apprentices, Master Xu has no wild apprentices outside, no one in this family is a master, no one stipulates that apprentices must obey the master, and the master cannot listen to the apprentices.

"I owe you a favor."

The words of Daoist Zhaixing said that Zhang Heng was a little inexplicable.

Didn't Ninth Uncle need this quota? Why is it the Taoist Zhaixing who owes favor?

"You don't know something."

Seeing the question in Zhang Heng's eyes, Taoist Zhaixing sighed: "Back then, Feng Jiao didn't want to go up the mountain, she just wanted to be a Taoist Huoju, and I persuaded him to go up the mountain in the end, which ruined his relationship with Lianmei Marriage."

"Speaking of which, I was wrong, but my Lin family has shared weal and woe with Maoshan for generations. In our generation, only me, Feng Jiao, and the exorcists have some talents, and it is difficult for others to do anything."

"We have been blessed by Mao Shan, how can we ignore everyone for the sake of the small family? Since Feng Jiao's surname is Lin, she has to take on this obligation. There is no way to do this. Lin."

It was the first time Zhang Heng knew that Jiu Shu's journey of learning Taoism in the mountains turned out to be so tortuous.

It's no wonder that he never forgets Sister Lian, maybe his mind has never changed, but he has too many things on his shoulders, and he can't bow down for the love of his children like an ordinary person.

"Ninth uncle is also a miserable man!"

Zhang Heng sighed, and then said: "Uncle Xingzhai, you should send this gourd to Ninth Uncle as soon as possible, so that it can make up for a piece of his heart."

"Ah."

Daoist Zhaixing said he left: "I'll go to work first, and I'll come back after thinking about you."

"what!"

Looking at a Taoist star-catcher who jumped on the Kongming lantern in a flash, Zhang Heng said loudly, "Uncle, next time you come over, can you teach me the art of lightening the body? I also want to be as dashing as you."

"Well, I'll teach you next time."

Daoist Zhaixing laughed, and then threw out a command flag: "Command, the wind is coming!"

woohoo woo...

A gust of fresh wind blew, blowing the Kongming lantern to the west.

Zhang Heng looked enviously, and whispered: "As expected of No. 1 in Maoshan, it is really chic!"

"Senior brother, it hurts so much, my whole body is like falling apart."

Righteously talking, Zhang Daan woke up.

Zhang Heng glanced back at him and said nonchalantly, "You walked carelessly and fell, just turn back and rub some safflower oil."

"Senior brother, it's true, I seem to be seriously injured."

Zhang Dao was skeptical.

"Relax, you are practicing the Secret Art of the Dharma Protector. You have rough skin and thick flesh. Unless you hang up immediately, you will not die."

Zhang Heng ignored him, but looked at Jia Le, who had been sitting beside Qingqing's body with a dull expression since he woke up: "Jia Le, are you alright?"

Jia Le said with a sad face: "Senior brother, Qingqing is dead."

Zhang Heng sighed and sat beside Jia Le: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of the world. We cultivators must see it openly."

"For example, for me, many people say that I am powerful and powerful, and I should open the harem, and my wives and concubines are in groups. I always just smile and ignore it. Do you know why?"

"why?"

Jia Le asked subconsciously.

"Today the eldest wife died, crying."

"Tomorrow, the second wife will be arrested, help."

"The day after tomorrow, the third wife was injured, save first and then take revenge."

"Walking around my wife every day, it's still a fart."

"How much time can a person waste on the wind, flowers, snow and moon? Besides, I cultivate Taoism and cultivate longevity. If one day I live long and my wife doesn't, you say I should be more anxious."

"Can't you leave her alone?"

"But her aptitude is very poor. What should I do? You have to use resources to find cultivation resources for her all over the world."

"Wow, just thinking about it makes my heart tired, and I want to eat a tomato."

Zhang Heng actually thought about it.

He is not a eunuch, and his wife is still looking for him.

But it can't be in the lower realms. If you want to find it, you have to find a partner who has the aptitude of "immortal talent" no matter how bad it is. The kind who can ascend to the immortal together, he doesn't like ordinary people.

No matter how beautiful an ordinary person is, it is not within his choice.

Because God should not love people, such love will not have good results.

Although Zhang Heng is not a god, he believes that he will become an immortal.

In this case, why should he care too much about Yiyi Huan, he is not Li Yu, the late master of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and he does not know whether he is a guest in his dreams all day long.

"Senior brother, if Master Yixiu knew that Qingqing was dead, would he be very sad?"

Jia Le is still a little gloomy: "I knew earlier, we really shouldn't have come, so Qingqing will be fine."

After finishing speaking, Jia Le asked Zhang Heng again, "Senior brother, Qingqing also believes in Buddhism. Did she go to the Western Paradise for Bliss?"

Zhang Heng looked at him.

In the end, he told a white lie: "yes, Qingqing has gone to the Western Paradise, and she will be very happy there."

"Yes, Qingqing believes in the Buddha so sincerely, and the Buddha will definitely welcome her."

Jia Le cheered up again: "Maybe, Qingqing is watching us in Elysium. She definitely doesn't want me to be so depressed."

"Yeah yeah."

Zhang Heng responded with his mouth, but thought in his heart: "Instead of asking the Buddha, it is better to beg me. I beg that one day I will be able to swim the long river of time, and I will create a world that will bring back to life all the people who have crossed paths with me and died. ." Thinking of this, Zhang Heng thought again: "This should be more reliable than asking the Buddha."

First set a small goal: earn 1 tons of gold, become the No. [-] of Buddhism and Taoism in this era, and then watch the rise of the nation by the way.

Then set a medium goal: become immortal, enjoy the endless troubles of life.

Finally, a big goal: to create a world, intercept a long river for a period of time, and resurrect all those who have an intersection with him.

This is called Gou Fugui, do not forget each other.

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