The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 65
half a month later.

There are three more 210 graves on the back mountain.

Speaking of which, Monk Wuxin is indeed a bit of a man. In this cold day, the ground is as frozen as iron. Even if he calls four strong men over, he may not be able to dig a few graves in a day.

Wuxin monk can dig more than a dozen a day, and it seems that he can't use up all his strength. Zhang Heng is amazed when he sees it.

"Monk, how did you get your strength? You can work hard with an iron pick for a day. If you go to the train station to carry sandbags, you won't be able to close the railway company?"

Looking at the unintentional monk who finished his work and ate meat, Zhang Heng was a little new.

"The poor monk is born with divine power and can pull two oxen upside down."

The unintentional monk said lightly.

"Pull two cows upside down!"

Zhang Heng was amazed.

This monk has a lot of energy. To say that the purple-faced heavenly king in the legend of the Tang Dynasty is powerful and broad, is nothing but a backlash.

This monk, with thin arms and thin legs, did not expect that his strength was astonishing, and he was about to catch up with those unparalleled generals in the history books.

"correct."

Zhang Heng remembered one more thing: "Monk, we have known each other for a long time. These days, apart from listening to you shouting a few words of the Infinite Buddha, why haven't I seen you meditating?"

"Forehead"

The monk Wuxin was at a loss for words, and defended: "The Buddha is in the heart, not limited by the shape."

"is it?"

Zhang Heng was skeptical.

Meditation in the morning and evening is a compulsory course for both Buddhist and Taoist schools. If he remembers correctly, the same is true for Tantra on the Daxue Mountain. It is not a special situation.

It's just that I didn't wait to ask any more, and the third Aunt Zhu, who I hadn't seen for a long time, came again in the form of a hedgehog.

"Zhang boy."

The white hedgehog has a naive face and staggers.

You know, Zhang Heng lives in the ancestral hall on the top of the mountain. If he climbed all the way up, it is estimated that the third aunt has suffered from old age.

"Third aunt, why are you here?"

Seeing the white hedgehog, Zhang Heng didn't care to talk to the monk, and asked, "Have you found the whereabouts of Yue Qiluo?"

"Exactly."

Bai Hedgehog sat on the ground with a serious face: "That Yue Qiluo can really hide, we went back and forth, we rummaged through most of the three northern provinces, and only found her trace in Hemo."

heard.

Zhang Heng looked at Monk Wuxin.

The monk wiped the oil from his mouth, drank the wine in the glass, and stood up and said, "Since I found the enchanting, I will not stay any more monks. I just go down the mountain as soon as possible, get rid of this enchanting, and bring peace to the world."

Zhang Heng knew that this matter was important.

One day later, Yue Qiluo will recover one more point.

It has been two or three months since he got out of trouble. It is impossible to say that because he has been sealed for a hundred years, his strength has recovered by seven or eight. It is right for the monk to go quickly.

"Monk, wait for me."

Zhang Heng went to the back room and quickly came out with a package: "I can't help you when you go, just take this package, it should be able to help you."

"what is this?"

Seeing what Zhang Heng said solemnly, Monk Wuxin took it over carefully.

As a result, when he opened it, he found that there was a half-pocketed ocean inside, and said in a daze, "Money!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Heng said earnestly: "I don't know if Chai Migui is at home. From here to Hemo, you can't walk. Then when will you get there?"

"Similarly, take a train, hire a carriage, which one doesn't need money. With these oceans around, you can concentrate on dealing with Yue Qiluo and don't have to worry about other things."

The unintentional monk was stunned for a while.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that what Zhang Heng said made sense, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that I, a monk, would eventually be inseparable from this yellow and white thing. No wonder the Buddha had to practice the golden body."

Zhang Heng didn't answer this and said, "That old witch is very clever, Master must be more careful when he goes."

"Go, go."

The unintentional monk is also free and easy.

He put the package on his back and waved his hand, just like when the two met for the first time, he came and left gently.

"hope everything is fine."

Zhang Heng watched Monk Wuxin's back, and thought to himself: "The old witch has a deep relationship with me. If the monk can accept her, it will also be a problem with me."

"what!"

Just after thinking about it, Zhang Heng suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

As soon as he lowered his head and saw the white hedgehog sitting on the ground dozing off, he suddenly realized: "The mountain is so high, the monk should take the third Taigu down the mountain."

"Third aunt, third aunt?"

Zhang Heng called twice.

"Who?"

The third aunt woke up, looked at Zhang Heng in front of her, and looked to the side: "Where's the monk?"

"It's gone down the mountain."

Zhang Heng answered.

"That's good."

The third Taigu looked sleepy: "Hedgehogs have the habit of hibernating. My physical instinct has been violated. I won't stay any longer. I'll have to sleep more when I go back."

Whoosh! !

The white hedgehog rolled itself into a ball, slammed it down, turned into a white ball and rolled down the mountain.

In a blink of an eye.

The third aunt took the monk one step to the bottom of the mountain, leaving only a string of snow marks that had been crushed.

"Is it still possible?"

Zhang Heng looked novel and muttered, "I've lived in my twenties, and today I've learned a lot."

at night
"Monk, it's time to eat!"

When the meal was ready, Zhang Heng subconsciously shouted.

After shouting, he remembered that the monk had already gone down the mountain in the afternoon, and he was the only one left on the mountain.

"People are really habitual animals. After getting along for more than ten days, I'm almost used to having monks around."

Zhang Heng sighed and shook his head.

time flies.

In a flash, the monk has been gone for half a month.

The time has entered February, and the weather in Beisan Province is still very cold.

Three days ago, it snowed again outside.

The snow was so thick that it was half the height of a person, blocking the door.

Zhang Heng is from the south, and it is the first time in his life that he has seen such heavy snow.

On a whim, he turned the snow at the door into a snowman and wasted all morning.
mid-February.

The third aunt came again and told Zhang Heng good news.

The monk Wuxin found Yue Qiluo. The two sides initially fought, and the monk repelled Yue Qiluo.

It's a pity that it was in a busy city at the time, so the monk didn't dare to chase too closely, for fear that Yue Qiluo would take action against the surrounding people, and she ran away.

Hearing this, Zhang Heng felt a little at ease.

It doesn't matter if you don't catch up, there is next time.

If the monk can win once, he will definitely win the second time. Zhang Heng has confidence in him.

Come on, monk! !
Early March.

Zhang Heng went down the mountain and sent a telegram to his home to report safety.

Not much to say, just trivial things that summed up everything was fine.

mid-March.

boom! !

On this day, Zhang Heng was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, meditating in front of Chaoyang to practice Qi.

He only heard a roar in the distance, and a dirt pit exploded in the back mountain, and then a black shadow rushed towards him.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Heng laughed heartily.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a black shadow landed on his palm. Who else could be a paper ghost who was not recovering from his injuries.

"You recovered?"

Zhang Heng shook his right hand.

The paper ghosts fluttered on his hands like butterflies, passing between his index and middle fingers for a while, and then circling with his thumb in his arms, looking very happy.

"It's good to recover."

Zhang Heng was first happy.

After a while, the smile on his face subsided, and his eyes showed a cold look: "The old witch who injured us is being chased by monks. It won't take long for her to be arrogant. It's a pity that I am too weak to avenge this revenge myself."

The paper ghost shook his hands, as if to say don't take it to heart.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Heng held the paper ghost, put him in the lined pocket of his clothes, and whispered, "Let's not be bullied again, okay?"

The paper ghost emerged from his neck.

He looked at him, and then clapped his hands happily.

(End of this chapter)