"I see you thousands of miles away, but I will say goodbye in the end."
"You two young ladies from the Ren family, you are welcome to invest in Hainan in the future. Pindao will take his leave now."
After dealing with Nintendo, Zhang Heng said goodbye to the Ren family.
Before leaving, the two young ladies of the Ren family also said they wanted to invest, and Zhang Heng agreed wholeheartedly.
As for whether to go or not, that's not something he can control.
But how should I put it? Hainan can be stable for at least thirty years. In these days of war and chaos, stability is really a luxury.
"Brother Heng, you still have face. You can borrow a car from a foreign company with just a phone call. Even foreigners have to give you face."
Sitting in the car, Aqiang had a look of admiration on his face.
"Actually, you're not giving me face, you're giving me money."
"These foreign companies recognize money but not people. I have a silk stocking factory that is cooperating with them. It can bring them a lot of profits overseas every day. For the sake of money, they will become friends with me."
"Similarly, if one day I can't let them make money anymore, I will call them dad, and they will think that my son is cowardly."
Zhang Heng was very indifferent to the exchange of interests.
Because he and these foreign companies use the same word "利" to get along with each other, so it is very easy to get along with them.
"Ah Heng, I heard that you asked Lin Jiu to be the special advisor to Rongcheng and Senior Brother Qian to be the special advisor to Hainan. Is this true?"
Momati asked seemingly unintentionally, 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 advisor of Echeng. You will be responsible for all the sacrifices and ceremonial activities in Echeng, take care of the gods, goddesses, and men, and work for our Maoshan Mountain."
Spread the orthodoxy.”
After saying that, Zhang Heng asked again: "Uncle Master, what do you think?"
"If you can, please work harder. I don't like to take care of things. I just can't sit idle."
Mumadi felt happy in her heart, but her face pretended to be that I was helping you.
Zhang Heng doesn't care about this, because he now has three things to control, military, political, and religious, and he has a one-stop service before and after life.
Even among the people, people secretly call him the Heavenly Master Commander, saying that he can control ghosts and gods, manage the human world in the morning, the underworld in the afternoon, and report to Lingxiao Palace in the evening. It is said that he has a nose and eyes.
Even the senior officials of the Southern Kingdom heard the rumors that he was the second king of Huainan.
However, Zhang Heng felt that the difference between him and King Huainan was quite big.
As a prince, the King of Huainan recruited strange people and scholars to learn from this and that. What he learned was quite complicated and unorganized, and it did not carry any line of Taoism.
Zhang Heng is different. He is based on Maoshan Taoism and is the core disciple of Maoshan.
In the future, I will follow the path of Taoists who reach for the stars, using Maoshan as fire and the traditions of other Taoist traditions as firewood to light the way forward.
In terms of what he learned, what he learned was much more refined than King Huainan.
Thanks to the blessing of the Mo Dharma Era, Taoist teachings in the Three Mountain Talisman Sects are all interoperable. As long as you have the energy, you can even learn the Tianshi Talisman on Longhu Mountain and the secret technique of the Nine-Character Mantra on Gezao Mountain.
Five hundred years ago, these secret techniques were kept secret.
It doesn't matter now. In the Age of Dharma Ending, the most worthless thing is the secret book. The spiritual energy of the world is scattered, and there are not even a monk who has returned to the void. There is no point in cherishing the broom.
Therefore, a hundred years ago, the door to exchange secret techniques was opened within the Sanshan Fulu Sect.
Even now, there are still some rules, and you have to say hello after learning the techniques of other sects.
In a hundred years' time, these secret books will be everywhere on the Internet. Even if you ask people to read them, no one will come. This is the tragedy of the Dharma Ending Age.
There is no Taoist secret code, but there is no way to become an immortal. If there is a true Taoist practitioner, you can only practice the method of ghosts and immortals, and there is nothing you can do.
A few days later.
Everyone returned to Yangjiang.
When I came back, Master Xu had already left and returned to the Maoshan General Altar.
He also asked someone to leave a message for Zhang Heng, asking him to go to Maoshan after the New Year. He didn't say what he would do.
But Zhang Heng thought about it.
The deadline for the master of the temple is approaching. Now the master is back, and as expected, he is going back to prepare for the succession.
After all, a new generation is replacing the old, and the older generation of monks are passing away. The future masters of the Six Halls will eventually be replaced by Master Xu, Uncle Jiu, Taoist Taoist Zhaixing, and Taoist Master Yimei.
By then, Master Xu and the others will become the old guys on the mountain, and disciples like Zhang Heng will become the mainstay of Maoshan outside, just like Uncle Jiu and the others twenty years ago.
In another twenty or thirty years, Zhang Heng and the others will be in their forties and fifties, and their former disciples will also have their own disciples, and the next round of succession will begin.
Maoshan has gone through this cycle sixty-nine times, and Zhang Heng and the others are the seventieth generation disciples.
Summer changes to autumn.
Autumn turns to winter.
Time always flies by.
In a flash, three months passed, and the year came to 1921.
"There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Ah Heng, my uncle is gone."
After recovering from his injuries, Taoist Master Zhaixing came to say goodbye to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng put him on the train. At this time, the train had already arrived at Dagou Town, making Dagou Town even more prosperous.
But Zhang Heng rarely shows up anymore. For ordinary people, his status is too high. Even people of the same clan cannot relax in front of him and dare not take a breath.
Zhang Heng doesn't like to restrain himself, nor does he like to restrain others.
But he knew there was nothing he could do about 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 meant for people to get close to.
"Clan leader."
"Hello, patriarch."
Looking at the people on both sides who immediately bowed politely when they saw him, Zhang Heng felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Especially when a child holds a ball and the ball rolls down to his feet, and he picks it up and hands it to the child, the look of fear on the child's mother's face makes him understand the true meaning of being in a high position and being a loner.
significance.
Even if he does nothing.
Just his reputation outside can create a gap between him and ordinary people.
"Three years have passed, time flies so fast."
"If I remember correctly, the first time I returned to Dagou Town was 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. I lamented at the time that our Dagou town was really poor and there were only some shops on this main street."
"Look now, one main street has become three, and they are all built with two-story buildings."
Looking at the western-style shops, street lights, and pedestrians on the street, Zhang Heng sighed: "I said back then that I would make sure the people of Dagou Town had enough to eat, and I did it."
The clan elders sighed with expressions on their faces: "Chief, when you first came back, the children in your hometown looked disheveled. They were all as skinny as a stick, with two words written all over their faces: hungry."
"Thanks to you, things are different now."
"When factories are built, there will be jobs, people will have money, and the surrounding shops will prosper."
"In addition, the clan has money, so we can lend it to everyone to start a small business."
"Relying on these merchants traveling from north to south, even if they sell melon seeds and peanuts, they won't starve to death. Life is easy, let alone villages in ten miles and eight villages, just 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 the tribesmen there."
"If you go, each person will be given a hundred acres of land and two cows."
"When the time comes, eating meat every day will no longer be a dream, and life will get better and better."
The clan elders all bowed down and said: "The clan leader is merciful."
A little.
Zhang Heng told everyone a few more words about his upcoming trip to the Maoshan General Altar.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will come back in the spring, because he wants to watch Taoism on Mount Mao.
Of course, this is how I think now, and I don’t know whether there will be any changes.
For example, can the Cave Heaven Paradise be opened after spring begins?
If it can be opened, Zhang Heng will have to study quietly on Maoshan Mountain for at least one year.
Fortunately, Zhang Heng had prepared a long-distance radio station, so he could call him if he had any questions. Plus, with the exclusive train, it would only take a day or two to get back from Jiangsu, so there wouldn't be much delay.
"福生"
Sitting on the train, looking out the window at the bustling Dagou Town, Zhang Heng whispered: "Immeasurable God!"