The heavens start from Maoshan

Before he came, Zhang Heng was not sure yet.

But after seeing this half-daoist temple, half-manor leisure holy place, Zhang Heng was already fully grasped.

"Hey, Junior Brother!"

When Zhang Heng walked in, Qian Shui happened to come out: "Junior brother, why are you here, and you didn't tell me!"

"What about Master?"

Zhang Heng asked and looked at Qian Shui up and down: "I haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and I have grown a lot!"

"hey-hey."

Qian Shui couldn't be too happy, and replied, "My master is in the Taoist temple. He knows that you must be very happy to come."

Zhang Heng smiled and didn't answer this, but asked something else: "Today's Mid-Yuan Festival, Shibo didn't go to do things for the ghosts and ghosts?"

"I burned some paper in the afternoon, and I thought a little bit."

Qian Shui didn't treat Zhang Heng as an outsider, and whispered: "In order to build this Taoist temple, the master smashed all the coffins into it, and there is no business recently, but he is often angry with me."

Zhang Heng knew it in his heart, and the smile on his face was even stronger: "I have something to tell my uncle, which is not suitable for you to listen to. You go outside and come back later."

Zhang Heng directly took Qian Shui away.

After Qian Shui left, Zhang Heng pushed open the door and entered the Taoist temple, and at a glance he saw Qian Zhen who was dozing off.

"Master!"

As soon as Zhang Heng opened his mouth, Qian Zhenzhen was awakened.

Qian Zhenren was about to scold when he turned around and saw that it was Zhang Heng, the sweet words in his mouth were taken back, and he asked cheerfully, "It's Ah Heng, why are you here?"

Zhang Heng stood up and saluted: "Master, I'm here to congratulate you."

"Dao Xi?"

Qian Zhenzhen was a little puzzled and asked, "What's the joy?"

"Congratulations to my uncle, my uncle and his old age are coming soon. You and my master are the only two heirs. Now, my master has decided not to fight with you. You are a senior brother, and you should be the master of this hall. How can there be a junior brother? As for the reason of arguing with senior brother, it is already a sure thing that you become the master of the temple, isn’t it worthy of my congratulations to you?”

Having said that, Zhang Heng saluted Qian Zhenren again.

When Qian Zhenren heard this, he was overjoyed.

In the end, before he could speak, Zhang Heng sighed again: "It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

Qian Zhenzhen was happy when he was choked by Zhang Heng's flip.

"

It's a pity that this manor is such a good place, it's hard to think about it at first glance. If the uncle goes, this place will probably be abandoned. "

Zhang Heng spun around the house: "Okay, really good, these woods should be centuries-old woods in the Lingui Mountains. It looks vigorous and doesn't look like ordinary materials."

Upon hearing this.

Qian Zhenzhen had a distressed look on his face. He finally bought this family business. At this time, how could he be willing to leave.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Heng sighed again: "My nephew, I just captured Hainan. The people there believe in witchcraft, and there is a lack of a true cultivator to guide me."

"Originally, I wanted to appoint you as the special commissioner of the South China Sea, as well as the third-grade blessing master, responsible for all sacrifices and blessing activities in the South China Sea."

"When the time comes, you will be richly paid and enjoy the glory. When you go out, someone will lead the horse, and when you go in, someone will fall on the pedal. It is not in vain for you to call me nephew. Unfortunately, I am afraid that you are out of time."

"But it's okay, the mountains and flowing waters are the pursuit of my cultivator, and a little wealth in the world is just a floating cloud."

"By the way, uncle, I heard that Maoshan Mountain is high and dangerous, and there are many miasmas on it."

"My nephew, I bought a few quilts by the way, but they are all good cotton. You can take them with you when you leave. It's cold at night on the mountain, and the humidity is heavy, so cover a few more layers of quilts so that you won't suffer."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Heng slapped his head: "I almost forgot, Master, when you go back this time, you will need to buy some snacks, rattles, feathers, etc. along the way."

"The three elders have already decided that three hundred more disciples will be accepted on Maoshan Mountain, and the elders on the mountain and the hall masters will be responsible for teaching them to replenish fresh blood."

"You bring some children's toys up the mountain, those children will definitely like you, and if they are pleasing to the eye, they will accept ten or eight, and it will also save the loneliness of the ancient statue of green lanterns on the mountain."

Listen to each sentence.

Qian Zhenzhen's complexion became more and more desolate, and in the end it turned directly purple.

He likes to drink and eat meat, make more money, and yearn for the life of those dignitaries.

If I go back to the mountain and become the godless master of the temple, and guard the scriptures and a group of children all day, will I be able to live in the future?

"Nephew, do you really plan to appoint me to be the third-grade blessing master to be in charge of all sacrificial activities in the South China Sea?"

Qian Zhenzhen was a little unconvinced.

"This can still be fake. There are many people in the Miao and Li ethnic groups over there who believe in witchcraft."

"If you can make these millions of people believe in my Maoshan Dao, that's a lot of merit."

When Zhang Heng said this, he sighed again: "Unfortunately, Shishu, you are going to return to Maoshan soon. When I look back, I should ask Shishu Lin Jiu. He is now the special commissioner of Rongcheng. If he can't, I will trouble him and let him Able people should do more work."

"How about that!"

When Qian Zhenzhen heard this, he became anxious: "Hainan has a population of one million, and it has a thousand miles under its control. Lin Jiu has no hair on his mouth, and he does not do things well. He doesn't look like your uncle and me. Looking at my beard, I look like a person who does things. "

As soon as Zhang Heng heard it, he shook his head again and again: "No, no, Master, you are going back to Maoshan soon, how can I trouble you?"

"Who said I was going back to Maoshan?"

Qian Zhenren stepped forward in two steps and grabbed Zhang Heng's hand: "Your uncle, I am not afraid of hardship or tiredness. Please let me carry the heavy burden of Hainan."

Chapter 96: Everyone in Maoshan Gathered

Back from Goose City by car.

It was already eleven o'clock when we arrived at Dagou Town.

Looking out of the car window, Xu Zhenren and Zhang Dandan were doing things in Zhenkou to save the dead.

"My master, I feel like a cool cucumber in my heart. It's both a master and an apprentice. Uncle Ninth is heartbroken for his apprentice."

"I'm fine. I'm worried about Master. I almost broke my leg because of him. It really doesn't make me worry."

Zhang Heng was speechless and said, "Stop."

The car is parked on the side of the road.

Zhang Heng got out of the car and ordered, "You go back first."

"Yes, patriarch."

The convoy drove away in a hurry.

Zhang Heng sighed and walked towards Xu Zhenren.

As I got closer, I heard that Xu Zhenren was speaking to Zhang Boldly: "The seventh month of the lunar calendar is the ghost month, and the half of the seventh month is the ghost festival, the day when the gates of ghosts are wide open."

"At this time of the year, the yin division will open the gate of hell, and let the emissary escort the lonely soul back to the world to accept the blessings of the world."

Speaking of which, Zhenren Xu found Zhang Heng coming, and said happily: "I'm done?" Then he said, "When you're done, let's burn some paper money. Now the price of goods has risen very seriously, and some lonely ghosts who are not worshipped, It's not going to be a good day down there."

"it is good."

Zhang Heng picked up the copper coin worn around his waist and wiped it on his eyes.

There was a long queue in front of Xu Zhenren's altar, and many lonely ghosts looked at them expectantly, just like refugees waiting to receive relief food.

"It's not much better to be a human being, and it's so hard to be a ghost. It's really difficult!"

Zhang Heng walked up to Master Xu, and pushed Zhang Bold aside: "Go and burn some paper clothes. The people behind are fighting with someone, and their clothes are all torn. How can they go out to meet people?"

"Yes, brother."

Zhang Dadan set up a brazier and began to burn clothes for the lonely soul.

"Master, are you going to return to Maoshan recently?"

Zhang Heng asked while burning paper money.

"Next month, I'm going to go back and have a look. When that time comes, I'll call you, Uncle Qian."

Xu Zhenren replied, and then asked, "How do you know?"

"Ask whatever you want."

Zhang Heng didn't say that he was looking for Qian Zhenren, but said, "Senior Qian has been very busy recently, Maoshan, so he may not have time to return."

"is it?"

Xu Zhenren was skeptical.

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng raised his brows and found that an old ghost who was queuing seemed to have received money once.

"You old bastard, you want to be fooled?"

"Being greedy, being a ghost is still so greedy, hurry up and get out."

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, the old man bared his teeth and smiled, and wandered away with the big bills from the 'Tiandi Bank' he had received.

Change to the next one.

This is a girl in her 20s, with a pale face, holding a small doll, who looks like she died of dystocia.

Zhang Heng couldn't bear it in his heart, so he burned her more paper money, not to mention, he also told Zhang Boldly: "Burn a carriage, this is a lady with children, life is not easy."

The woman smiled at Zhang Heng when she heard this.

After a while, a carriage stopped beside the woman, and a coachman was sitting on the carriage.

"Senior brother, I burned an extra paper figurine for her. Now that someone will take care of her, their life will be easier."

Zhang Heng said aside.

"Well, well done."

After speaking, Zhang Heng waved to the woman: "Go, go."

The woman carried the child and rode away in a carriage.

"Master, do you know that you are a prostitute, and all the ghosts and ghosts in Yangjiang have come?"

Zhang Heng looked back, and the long queue could not see the end at a glance: "This is at least a few thousand people, right?"

Xu Zhenren replied: "Not only that, since seven o'clock until now, many brothers and sisters have left with alms, and now these are all newcomers."

"They are all miserable people!"

Zhang Heng looked at the town.

In Dagou Town, there are also many people burning paper money to worship their ancestors.

Compared with the brothers and sisters who received the alms from the gods, those people were well-dressed, riding horses and sedan chairs, and some had servants around them.

It is not difficult to see from here that there are two concepts of ghosts who worship incense at home and those who do not.

Among the ghosts with incense offerings, the rich and the poor are not the same.

Some wealthy families burn carriages and maids, and there are many beauties in incense carts, and gold and silver ingots are even more packed in baskets.

After the ancestors got these things, they would take care of the accompanying errands, and naturally they would not be sad when they went back.

"Aheng, go to the ancestral hall in Zhenbei."

"The elders of the clan opened a theatre troupe at the entrance of the ancestral hall. In addition to the ancestors of the residents in the town, there are many lonely ghosts to listen to, so don't make trouble."

Xu Zhenren told Zhang Heng.

"Good master."

Zhang Heng clapped his hands, and also instructed Zhang Boldly: "Don't be lazy, keep an eye on this side."

"Yes, brother."

Zhang Bold nodded again and again.