The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 44 Hope
A picture appeared in Zhang Heng's mind.

Shandong Governor Li Bingheng led tens of thousands of officers and soldiers to encircle and suppress Daluo Road.

The sound of gunfire in Ma Liangji was like rain, and the sound of cannon was like thunder.

Da Luo Dao Dao Daoist and all the Dharma Kings led the believers to resist, and in the end, like a wave of the times, they failed to withstand the torrent of the times.

Even the treasured bronze armored corpse of Da Luodao Town was blasted into powder under the continuous bombardment of hundreds of red-clothed cannons.

It doesn't matter if you are a good man and a woman, a man of the left who cultivates mana, or a Dharma king who commands a thousand people, you will still die if you take a shot in the chest.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of Zhou Xingxing's movie "Domestic 007".

There was a clip in that movie where Zhou Xingxing was a prisoner with a group of death row inmates who were about to be executed.

One of them knew how to perform lightly. Before the execution, he shouted loudly, jumped ten meters high, stepped on his left foot and flew away with his right foot, and was finally hit by a bazooka.

"The times have changed, and the road to Taoism is dead."

Liu Da Yanguo shook his head and said.

"Cultivation is a dead end."

Paper Man Zhang also followed suit.

After speaking, everyone looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng didn't answer.

He has a sign-in system. This year, he signed in to a plane of the Republic of China, but he can't sign in to a plane of the Song Dynasty next year?
Liu Bowen's slaying of dragons is also a matter of the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty. Going to an earlier, unbanned Taoist world should be hopeful for longevity.

Yan Guo Liu, Paper Figure Zhang, their journey has come to an end.

Even the cultivators in this world have lost their way because of the dissipated spiritual energy, and they cannot live forever.

Zhang Heng is different. He has a sign-in system, Xiaoyan with hope, the sun at seven or eight in the morning.

Two years if one year is not enough, and three years if two years are not enough.

He has achieved success in cultivating the Tao, and he can live a hundred and twelve years easily. Even if he waits for 50 years, he may not be able to afford to wait for 100 years.

Monthly visa once a month, annual visa once a year.

He didn't believe that his face was so dark, and after dozens or hundreds of times, he couldn't sign a plane of spiritual energy that was higher than that of the Republic of China.

"Eat, eat."

The crowd said nothing more.

When they were young, who wasn't arrogant and arrogant, just thought Zhang Heng was still young, and when they were as old as them, they would understand everything.

What Taoism, practice.

It’s all bullshit. It’s true that there is wine today and it’s true that you’re drunk today. Drink two taels today and half a catty tomorrow. This is called life.

Different road non-phase plan.

Zhang Heng also saw the thoughts of several people, so he didn't say much about this matter.

Eating hot pot and singing songs.

After a while, everyone went back to their tents and fell asleep. After all, there was still business to do at night.

Zhang Heng didn't sleep.

He was young after all, and it didn't matter if he didn't sleep for a day or two, so he called Zhang Zhenhu.

"Prepare the car, I have to go back to town and prepare something."

Zhang Heng glanced at the water pool in the distance, and decided to return to the town to lock himself in the room, return to reality, and prepare some dry goods.

夜晚
Time flies and it's night again.

Standing behind the altar, everyone looked at the third Aunt Zhu, who was doing the altar, and then looked at the sky, and muttered: "Tonight, the stars are dim, and the moon is extraordinarily round, which is not a good sign."

The sun is yang, the moon is yin.

The moon will be round and bright, and the yin will be heavier than usual. I am afraid that the one under the water will not be able to hold back and think of activities.

"It's not going well tonight."

As soon as Liu Dayanguo opened his mouth, everyone fell silent.

After all, he was a foundation-building cultivator back then, and he was born in Da Luo Dao and traveled south and north, and his words were very important.

"Would you like me to send the paper man down, first stabilize it."

The paper man opened his mouth.

His paper figurines can communicate with yin and yang, and in the eyes of ghosts, they are considered half their own.

Although Chu Meiren incarnated into a Specter, the way she became a Specter was rather accidental.

"It's okay to be steady."

Liu Da Yanguo was smoking a dry cigarette: "Today the state of the third aunt is obviously not as good as yesterday, we can see it, and we can see that thing, once we do it, it is difficult for us to settle it, so it is best not to fight, really want to fight. , but also for the last two days.”

Zhang Heng once said that he sent someone to Renjia Town to invite experts, and it would take five days.

It’s easy to say the first three days, but in the next two days, I’m afraid that thing has no patience, and will forcefully rush into the formation.

At that time, there will be a lot of swords and swords, and if you have the strength, you should stay at that time and use it again.

Whoosh! !

The paper figurine Zhang Jijue chanted a spell, and a paper figurine the size of a palm crawled out from under his clothes.

This paper figurine looked as white as jade, and I don't know what material it was made of. After entering the water, it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"There is a lot of yin under the pool, and you can vaguely see a theater. There are many dead souls imprisoned in the theater. It seems that they were all caught by it to listen to the play."

The paper man sat cross-legged on the ground.It seems to be able to share the sight with the paper figurines, telling the secrets of the underwater.

"Theater?" Zhang Heng's face was heavy: "This is about to evolve into a ghost realm. Fortunately, we didn't rush into the water, otherwise it would have added a little more to its Taoism underwater."

Zhang Heng just finished speaking here.

The paper figurine Zhang suddenly screamed: "Ah, my paper figurine!"

puff! !

A mouthful of blood spit out, and Wang Blind was about to help the paper figure when he spit out his face.

"Paperman Zhang, Paperman Zhang!"

Even after shouting a few times, Paper Man Zhang didn't respond.

Everyone hurried forward to check, and after a while, they looked at each other: "Dead!"

Gollum.
Along with the bubbles, a paper figure with its head bitten off floated up.

Looking at the lines of the clothes on the paper figurine, it is clearly the same as the paper figurine.

"careful!"

Aunt Zhu San shouted in surprise, calling everyone's mind back from the paper figure Zhang.

into the eye.

The pool water rolled outward, and a woman with long hair covering her face and wearing a dark blue robe stood up from the water.

"go with!"

Aunt Zhu San is worthy of being an old river and lake. She didn't panic when she saw Chu Meiren. With a finger in her hand, the golden scissors hanging on the Kongming lantern automatically fell off and came whistling.

Chu Meiren waved her sleeve robe with both hands, and rolled the robe towards the golden scissors.

Zhang Heng recognized this move. The night before, Qian Shui used the peach wood sword to cut it down. Chu Meiren used the sleeve robe to roll it up, and the peach wood sword was directly swept away under one roll.

Swish!
Before Zhang Heng could speak to remind him, the golden scissors rushed into Chu Meiren's cuff.

In the next second, with the sound of 'poof', Chu Meiren's cuff was directly poked with a big hole, and the golden scissors went straight to her face.

Ding! !

Chu Meiren stretched out her hand to stop it.

The nails collided with the golden scissors, and the next moment, the right hand shook, and it bounced off like an electric shock. It did not melt directly in the hand like the iron sword.

"Good baby!"

Everyone knows the goods, and at first sight they know that this pair of scissors is not ordinary, and it is enough to become a treasure in the small sect. .

A foundation-building Taoist priest, if he has a systematic inheritance of exercises, plus a treasure of this level, he can start a mountain and set up a school to be his own patriarch.

Not to mention, the three or five palaces, the six or seven people, the eighty-nine Taoists, buy another hill, set up a signboard, and find a big sect to be attached to, and the job of a lifetime will be smashed.

"Third Taigu is indeed an old senior, and she has the goods in her hand."

Zhang Heng praised the golden scissors of the third aunt.

Although Xu Zhenren's Taoist temple also has a treasure of tranquility, the five-color and five-square flags brought down from Maoshan, but the flags are too targeted and have little lethality.

What's more, when Xu Zhen was middle-aged, Zhang Heng wanted to wait for him for a hundred years, and some of the five-color and five-square flags were passed down from his hands.

Whoosh! !

Aunt Zhu San made gestures while standing on the altar. The golden knives and scissors flew up and down under her control, and soon they fought with Chu Meiren for more than a dozen rounds.

Just when everyone thought that Chu Meiren could not take much advantage of the third Taigu, they saw it suddenly opened its mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of black blood at the flying golden knife and scissors.

sizzle.
After being sprayed with black blood, the golden knife cut with black smoke, and fell into the water with a thud.

at the same time.

The instrument was stained, and Aunt Zhu San on the altar also spewed blood, and when she tilted her body, she staggered back a few steps and fell off the altar.

"Three aunts!"

Liu Da Yanguo turned pale in shock. He never thought that Aunt Zhu, who was standing on the upper hand, would be broken by Chu Meiren in an instant.

At this time, it was too late to think of support. Seeing Chu Meiren who appeared on the shore, she could only roar, grab the cigarette bag and rush up.

"Blind help me!"

Liu Da Yanguo was crippled, leaning on crutches with his left hand, and waving the cauldron with his right hand to fight with Chu Meiren.

Although Wang Xianzi is blind, he is not blind, but with a wise heart and a nose to sniff Sanli against the wind, he has an indescribable dexterity when dodging and moving.

"Third aunt, are you alright?"

While the two were fighting with Chu Meiren, Zhang Heng quickly helped the third grandmother up.

"I'm getting old, and I was broken by that beast again. I'm afraid it won't work."

The third grandmother's face was like golden paper, and she held Zhang Heng's hand tightly: "I have something to ask you. My family is in Shurong Village at the foot of Changbai Mountain. If there is a chance, please send my ashes back."

Zhang Heng turned his head to look at Chu Meiren, nodded and said, "You are the vanguard, the shaman general, and you died today because of me. I promise you that as long as I don't die today, I will definitely bring your ashes back to Changbai Mountain in the future. ."

Hearing this, Aunt Zhu San smiled and said, "Golden knife, gold"

(End of this chapter)