The heavens start from Maoshan

Among the elders of the master's sect, the most livable one is this uncle Ma Madi.

I don't know who he learned these habits and styles from. No wonder the other teachers and uncles can't stand him.

"Then there will be Master Lao."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he looked at Aqiang and Aqiang who were cleaning the ashes, and shouted: "Hurry up, I will return to Yangjiang with me after I finish."

"Back to Yangjiang?"

Ah Qiang and the two looked at each other and shouted: "Long live Brother Heng, I will have a better life in the future!"

Chapter 1: Go to Maoshan General Altar

"Send you thousands of miles, and there will be a farewell."

"You two ladies of the Ren family, you are welcome to invest in Hainan in the future, and I will take my leave first."

After dealing with Nintendo, Zhang Heng bid farewell to the Ren family.

Before leaving, the two ladies of the Ren family also said that they wanted to invest, and Zhang Heng also agreed.

As for whether to go or not, that is beyond his control.

But how to put it, Hainan can be stable for at least 30 years. In these days of chaos and chaos, stability is really a luxury.

"Brother Heng, you still have face. You can borrow a car from a foreign firm with just a phone call. Even foreigners will give you face."

Sitting in the car, Ah Qiang had a look of admiration.

"Actually, it's not for my face, it's for money."

"These foreign firms recognize money but don't recognize people. I have a * * factory working with them, which can bring them a lot of profits overseas every day. For the sake of money, they will become friends with me."

"In the same way, if one day I can't let them make money, I will call them daddy, and they will all think my son is inferior."

Zhang Heng is very indifferent to the exchange of interests.

Because he and these foreign firms, Yilihe, Yilifen, and Difenhehe are all in the same word, and it is very simple to get along.

"Ah Heng, I heard that you made Lin Jiu a special advisor to Rongcheng and brother Qian to be a special advisor to Hainan. Is there such a thing?"

Ma Madi seemed unintentional, but actually asked intentionally.

How could Zhang Heng not know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, uncle, from now on you will be the special adviser of Goose City, responsible for all sacrifices and ceremonies in Goose City, in charge of those witches and gods, and for my Maoshan Spread the word."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Heng asked again: "Master, what do you think?"

"Those who are capable should work harder. It's not that I like to take care of things. The main reason is that I can't be idle."

Ma Madi was very happy in her heart, but she put on an expression on her face that I was helping you.

Zhang Heng doesn't care about this, because he is now a three-pointer, military, political, and religious, and he is one dragon in life and death.

Even among the people, the common people are secretly calling him the Master of Heavenly Master, saying that he can control ghosts and gods, manage the world in the morning, the underworld in the afternoon, and report to the Lingxiao Palace at night.

Even the high-level officials in Nanguo have heard such rumors that he is the second king of Huainan.

However, Zhang Heng felt that there was a big difference between him and King Huainan.

The King of Huainan, as a prince, recruited strange people and strangers. He learned from this point and that point. What he learned was quite complicated, and it was not organized, and he did not carry any lineage.

Zhang Heng is different, he takes Maoshan Dao as the foundation and is the core disciple of Maoshan.

In the future, I will take the route of Taoists picking stars, use Maoshan as fire, and use the legal systems of other Dao lines as firewood to light the way forward.

In terms of what he has learned, he has learned more than Huainan Wang.

Thanks to the blessing of the last dharma era, the Taoist treasures in the Sanshan Talisman Sect are all interoperable. As long as you have the energy, you can even learn the Talisman Talisman on Longhu Mountain and the secret technique of the nine-character mantra on Gezao Mountain.

Years ago, these secret techniques were kept secret.

It doesn't matter now, in the age of desolation, the most worthless thing is the secret book, the aura of heaven and earth is scattered, there is not even a monk who returns to the void, and there is no point in cherishing oneself with a broom.

So a hundred years ago, within the Sanshan Talisman Sect, the door to exchange secret methods was opened.

Even now, there are still some rules, and you have to say hello when you learn the methods of other schools.

In another hundred years, these secret books will be everywhere on the Internet, and no one will go even if you ask people to read them. This is the tragedy of the Dharma-ending era.

There is no secret book of Taoism, but there is no way to become an immortal. If you have Taoism, you can only transfer to the method of ghosts and immortals, which is useless.

a few days later.

Everyone returned to Yangjiang.

When he came back, Master Xu had already left and returned to the Maoshan General Altar.

And asked someone to leave a message for Zhang Heng, asking him to go to Maoshan after the New Year, but he didn't say what to do.

But Zhang Heng thought about it.

The deadline for the master of the temple is approaching. Now that the master is going back, it is no accident that he is going back to prepare for the succession.

After all, a new generation is replacing the old ones, the older generation of monks is passing away, and the future masters of the Six Halls will eventually be replaced by Daoist Xu, Uncle Nine, Taoist Zhaixing, and Daoist One Eyebrow.

At that time, Xu Zhenren and the others will become old guys on the mountain, and Zhang Heng and his disciples will become the pillars of Maoshan outside, just like Uncle Jiu and others 20 years ago.

In another 30 or [-] years, when Zhang Heng and the others are old, the former apprentices will have their own disciples, and the next round of alternation will begin.

Such a rotation, Maoshan has gone through 69 times, Zhang Heng and the others are the No.70 generation disciples.

Summer changed to autumn.

Autumn turns to winter.

Time always goes by quickly.

In a flash, three months passed, and the time came to 1921.

"There is no permanent banquet in the world, Ah Heng, the uncle is gone."

Taoist Zhaixing, who has recovered from his injuries, came to bid farewell to Zhang Heng this day.

Zhang Heng sent it to the train. At this time, the train had already reached Dagou Town, making Dagou Town even more prosperous.

But Zhang Heng seldom showed his face. To ordinary people, his status was too high. Even people of the same clan couldn't relax in front of him, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Zhang Heng doesn't like to restrain himself, nor does he like to restrain others.

But he knew that there was no way to do it. In the eyes of ordinary Zhang family disciples, he was like a god.

Doesn't it sound good.

But don't forget, gods are never used to make people get close.

"Patriarch."

"Hello, Patriarch."

Looking at the people on both sides who saw him and immediately saluted in a proper manner, Zhang Heng felt mixed.

Especially when a child is holding a ball and the ball rolls down to his feet, and he picks it up and hands it to the child, the look of panic on the child's mother's face makes him understand the true meaning of high position, power, and loneliness. significance.

Even if he does nothing.

Just his reputation abroad can create a gap between him and ordinary people.

"Three years, how time flies."

"If I remember correctly, the first time I returned to Dagou Town was in July 1919, and now it's 1921."

Zhang Heng walked in front, followed by Zhang Zhentian and several clan elders.

"I still remember this street. At that time, I sighed. Our Dagou Town is really poor. There are only some shops on this main street."

"Look at it now, one main street has become three, and all of them are covered with two-story buildings."

Looking at the western-style buildings, shops, street lights, and pedestrians beside the street, Zhang Heng sighed, "I said back then that I wanted to feed the people of Dagou Town, and I did it."

The elders of the clan sighed: "Patriarch, when you first came back, the children in your hometown looked disheveled, all of them were as thin as hemp sticks, and the word hunger was written all over their faces."

"Thanks to you, it's different now."

"When the factory is up, there will be jobs, and the people will have money, and the surrounding shops will prosper."

"Plus, the family has money, so we can lend it to everyone to start a small business."

"Relying on these merchants who come and go from south to north, even if they sell melon seeds and peanuts, they will not die of hunger. They say that life is easy, not to mention ten miles and eight villages, but a few nearby counties. Who doesn't know that life in Dagou Town is good."

Zhang Heng nodded silently: "Hainan is still under development. When the development is completed, I plan to move some of my tribe there."

"Go, each person will give one hundred acres of land and two cows."

"At that time, eating meat every day will not be a dream, and life will get better and better."

All the clan elders bowed down together: "The patriarch is merciful."

a little.

Zhang Heng explained a few more words to everyone, saying that he was about to go to the Maoshan General Altar.

This time, if there is no accident, he will come back in the spring, because he wants to watch Daozang on Maoshan.

Of course, this is how I think now, and it is not certain whether there will be any changes.

For example, after the beginning of spring, can the cave be opened.

If it can be opened, Zhang Heng will spend at least a year on Maoshan.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng had prepared a long-distance radio station, so he could contact him through the radio station if he had anything to do. Coupled with the exclusive train, it only took a day or two to return from Jiangsu, and there was no delay.

"Fusheng..."

Sitting on the train, looking at the bustling Dagou Town outside the window, Zhang Heng whispered, "Infinite Heaven!"

Chapter 1: Respecting the Teacher "Everyone help me think of a book title, the title is going to be changed"

Maoshan is a mountain.

Located in Zhenjiang, Jinling, there are countless Taoist temples on the mountain.

A Taoist temple represents a Maoshan dharma inheritance, talismans, inviting gods, driving corpses, alchemy, astrology divination, and geomancy.

The six major dharma veins constitute the entire Maoshan Mountain, and also form the pattern of three palaces and six halls.

Looking at the Maoshan gate in front of you.

Zhang Heng was a little fanciful, remembering the first time he met Xu Zhenren, he lived in a yizhuang with air leakage all around.

In a blink of an eye, he actually wants to live in a palace on the mountain. This is a rising market.

"Unload everything from the car."

Zhang Heng gave instructions to the back.

This is the first time he has returned to the mountain gate, and of course he did not come back by himself.

It's like living at home.

So-and-so kept saying that their children were doing well outside, but when they came back in rags, others saw that it was not the case.

The same goes for Zhang Heng.

Even if he doesn't want face, he still has to earn face for Master Xu.

So when Zhang Heng came back this time, he not only used the exclusive train, but also brought back ten compartments of supplies.

Among them, there are two compartments of rice, two compartments of medicinal materials, two compartments of cloth, and one compartment of miscellaneous things, plus 20 oceans.

"You are..."

As he was moving things down from the truck, he saw two little road boys coming down from the mountain to clean the mountain gate.

They looked like they were in their early teens, not as tall as the brooms in their hands, and they were wearing small gray Taoist robes. They asked Zhang Heng with some uncertainty: "Are you Senior Brother Zhang Heng?"

"You know me?"

Zhang Heng was a little surprised.

Hearing this, the fat little boy said, "Senior brother, we have seen your picture. You are riding a tall horse, and you are so majestic. Master said that without you, we would still be begging for food."

"Begging?"

Zhang Heng showed a clear expression: "Are you the children of disaster victims who escaped from the famine at the foot of the mountain?"