The heavens start from Maoshan

"Little zombie, who would be willing to kill, anyway, I would not bear it."

He numbly picked his feet with one hand, and grabbed a chicken leg from the plate with the other as if no one was there: "If you want me to say, it's good to keep the little zombies, we're not looking for..."

"To shut up."

Shi Jian frowned: "How can such a major event in the sect be talked about outside."

"Don't say it, don't say it, you think I really want to say it."

Ma Ma tore the chicken legs and asked the crowd, "Why don't you eat them, because I'm afraid I might have tuberculosis?"

"Eat when you eat, don't spit out the bones, they all spit on the plate."

The exorcist priest looked dissatisfied: "No wonder Zhaixing always looks down on you, saying that you are like a beggar."

Ma Ma threw the chicken bones on the ground: "Are you enough, I'm here to help, if you're not satisfied, can I walk now?"

"Okay, don't say a few words. It's not clear who the senior brothers and sisters are like?"

Qian Zhenren interrupted, and then looked at Mamadi again: "You too, how many years of old habit, why haven't you changed it?"

"Is it still an old habit to change it?"

Erlang's legs numbly crossed, ignoring the crowd.

aside.

Zhang Heng and the others sat at another table.

At this table were Wen Cai, A Wei, disciple A Xing brought by the exorcist priest, and disciple A Hao and A Qiang brought by Mamadi.

Because several of them are young people, they are free to sit and chat together, and they all talk about the fun things that happen around them.

"By the way, what about Shi Shaojian, Shi Shibo's disciple?"

After chatting for a while, Ah Xing looked back and asked, "Won't he come to dinner?"

"Leave him alone, it's better without him."

Ah Hao muttered beside him.

"Brother Heng, I heard that you are the commander-in-chief, and several counties here are under your control, is it true?"

Ah Xing just asked casually, and didn't care whether Shi Shaojian came or not for dinner: "I also heard from Master that you have several thousand soldiers and horses under your command."

"No."

Ahao looked puzzled: "My master said that Brother Heng has tens of thousands of troops, not thousands."

"A few thousand or tens of thousands, does it make a difference to us?"

Ah Qiang stabbed Ah Hao, then smirked at Zhang Heng: "Brother Heng, do you have a gun? Can you open our eyes? I haven't seen that thing before."

"You're probably going to be disappointed."

Zhang Heng said while eating, "I don't need that stuff, so I don't usually carry a gun with me, but I do have a sword."

"Sword!"

A Qiang was a little disappointed: "I also have that stuff, a tumbled iron sword, a peach wood sword, and I'm about to play with it."

"You don't understand."

Awei said from the side: "Brother Heng's sword is a magic sword. When the sword rises in the wind and the sword falls in the rain, it's different from yours."

After finishing speaking, Awei smiled at Zhang Heng again: "Yes, Brother Heng."

"Eat, eat."

Zhang Heng greeted everyone: "When you're done eating, you'll be wandering around the city. I'll let the guards accompany you at that time, buy whatever you want, and put it back in my account."

"Brother Heng, I want to buy some sausages to go home. I will eat two when I have nothing to do."

"Brother Heng, I want to buy a pair of leather boots with thick soles, so that they are comfortable for walking in the mountains."

"Brother Heng, Brother Heng, I want to buy a dress."

In an instant, everyone looked at A Xing.

A Xing was a little embarrassed: "I want to take it back to my junior sister Xiaoyue, this time Master didn't bring her, she is sulking at home."

Everyone listens.

All of our masters have only male apprentices, so it's not fair that you have a little junior sister here.

Talk and laugh, the afternoon passed.

night.

"If you want to attract ghosts, you have to do whatever you want."

"Tofu is soft and smooth, white and tender, ghosts like to eat it, and the cost is not high."

"Writing talent."

Ninth Uncle looked at Wen Cai: "There is a cart of tofu, the fragrance of beans is overflowing, and I also added pig's blood in it. Now you will ride the cart and run around the county to lead all the ghosts to the ambush of the innate gossip array. Go around."

Wen Cai nodded heavily: "Master, I can do it."

"Ah."

After Ninth Uncle finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Heng again: "Let's go to the ambush circle, everyone else is waiting there."

Zhang Heng nodded, and before leaving, Xiang Wencai said, "You are very manly today."

Wen Cai raised his chest and raised his head: "I'm already a man this afternoon!"

"Ok?"

Wen Cai winked: "Miss Nianying helped me. She said that if I die at night, I'll be a rookie at the end of the day."

After finishing speaking, Wen Cai sighed again: "Miss Nianying is really kind and kind-hearted, just like a Bodhisattva, but unfortunately I won't be able to get Bodhisattva's alms in the future."

Zhang Heng was too lazy to pay attention to him, shook his head and left.

"Brother Heng, I will survive."

Looking at his back, Wen Cai shouted loudly.

After shouting, I got on a tricycle and pushed the tofu stand: "Tofu, delicious tofu, sell tofu!"

North of the city.

There is a wasteland in the north of the city, which is ready to build a warehouse.

At this time, gossip was painted on the open space, and there was a three-zhang dharma platform in each direction, and there were talismans hanging on the dharma platform.

Xu Zhenren, Qian Zhenren, Mao Xiaofang, Cane Gu, Yimei Taoist, No.

Next, Ninth Uncle, Shi Jian, and Zhang Heng guarded the formation.

And outside the big array.

Ah Wei, Ah Xing, Ah Hao, Ah Qiang, and Young Master Shi led [-] soldiers in ambush behind them, holding the Sleeping Spirit Flag in their hands, acting as the periphery of the Bagua formation.

"Strange, it's been an hour, why haven't you come yet?"

Time passed slowly.

Rongcheng has a small population, and the place is not too big.

Wen Cai rode a tricycle around in a circle, and an hour was enough.

But wait left and right, just wait until the text appears.

Looking at the moon in the sky, Uncle Ninth murmured, "Did he mess it up again?"

"Master, Master!"

was thinking.

Wencai was riding a tricycle, and the crying father and mother came: "Save me, Master!"

The crowd looked intently.

Wen Cai not only followed the group of ghosts, but even had a few hanging from him, holding him to inhale the yang energy.

"Get up!"

When Wencai led the group of ghosts into the ambush, Jiu Shu shouted loudly.

In the next second, the eight altars lighted up at the same time, and the Kongming lanterns flew into the sky.

At the same time, Shi Shaojian and others waved the sleepy spirit flag and waved the flag outside the gossip array.

Mantra:

The sound penetrated the Sanqingjing, and every sentence was sent to the middle of Jiuyou.

The lights shone on the southwest, and the train hell stopped.

All wind knives swallow fire and turn into lotus nectar pulp.

Tianzun saves the suffering and pulls out the yin pass, and those who see it are reborn in the heavens.

"Uncle Master."

Listen to the command in the ear.

Zhang Heng looked at Ninth Uncle: "Let's start too."

"it is good."

Ninth Uncle took a step forward, holding a jar in his hand: "Take it!"

With an order, the three lonely souls were immediately sucked into the altar.

"receive!"

Qian Zhenzhen in the dry position holds the yin and parasol umbrella.

"receive!"

Xu Zhenren on the Kun seat waved the spirit flag.

"receive!"

Aunt Cane on the shocking position beat the Dharma drum.

"receive!"

On the Sunda seat, he beat the gong numbly.

"receive!"

The one-brow Taoist on the ridge swept the dust.

"receive!"

Mao Xiaofang, who was out of position, rang the bell.

"receive!"

The exorcist priest on the throne holds a treasured mirror.

"receive!"

The first Mao on the redemption position raised a red light.

Chapter 98: Waiting for the frying pan

"Lightning Lightning Fist!"

Shi Jian shouted angrily and punched out.

Seeing this punch, Zhang Heng finally knew why Xu Zhenren said that Shi Jian didn't care about the number of enemies.

Entering the eyes, the punches were like electricity. After the electricity hit the first ghost, it turned into a chain of lightning and bounced off in all directions.

In just an instant, six ghosts were beaten out of their wits. If mana consumption was not counted, the thousands of lonely souls present would not be enough for him to kill alone.

"Amazing!"

Zhang Heng glanced at it.

Ten people, there are actually ten ways to collect ghosts, it is really the master who leads the door, pretending to rely on individuals.