Looking at the harmless-looking Zhang Heng, Taoist Taoist Master Zhaixing had wild thoughts.
I can't help but think about it, because as of now, whoever says that Zhang Heng can't become an immortal will just slap him in the face.
With such a good fortune, even the immortals would be sorry for the ancestors of Maoshan.
"Uncle Master, are you listening?"
Seeing Reaching for the Stars, Zhang Heng was stunned and asked another question.
"I'm listening, of course I'm listening."
Zhaixing retracted his thoughts and said: "If it were five hundred years ago, it would be very difficult to learn their methods, but now, at this moment and that moment, no matter what magical skills or magical techniques, the legs of the table would not be thick enough, this matter is not
Difficult to handle."
In the age of Dharma Ending, the most indispensable thing is Qigong.
There is no spiritual energy in heaven and earth, so why don’t you cultivate? Go and cultivate mathematics, physics and chemistry.
Therefore, in the current environment, the major sects do not attach much importance to the secret techniques.
"Then I'll leave it to my uncle."
Zhang Heng nodded in agreement, then thought for a while, and said: "I will make two copies of the Taiping Art later. One copy will be kept in the Daozang Hall so that the elders and uncles can read it, and one copy will be burned to San Mao.
Patriarch, let the Patriarchs help correct it."
The art of peace is said to have been left by the old immortal of Nanhua.
"Tai Chi Zhenren Fu Ling Bao Zhai Precepts and Precepts Sutras Essentials" states: "Zhuang Zhou is also the Supreme Nanhua Immortal.
Nanhua is the title of Zhuangzi, so the Nanhua old immortal who sent the letter to Zhang Jiao is probably the Taoist Yasheng Zhuangzi.
Maoshan is a descendant of the Shangqing lineage. Although Nanhua Zhenren is not honored as the ancestor, he is still worshiped during the great sacrifices.
Zhang Heng has already thought about it.
Behind the Sanqing Hall, another Nanhua Hall was added, and the statue of Nanhua Zhenren was invited in and enshrined as the ancestor.
As the saying goes: Thousands of words are not worth an ethical relationship.
Patriarch Nan Hua, would you like to have tea?
It's half a month again.
After copying two copies of the Essential Art of Peace, one was burned to Patriarch Sanmao, and the other was sent to Maoshan Daozang Hall by Taoist Zhaixing himself.
Zhang Heng originally put it away by himself, flipped through a few pages, and after memorizing it, he sealed it in a safe in the real world to avoid being beaten up as a monster when he went out.
"Commander!"
Another day.
Zhang Xiaofo received the good news: "It's been through, it's been through!"
"Get through?"
Zhang Heng suddenly stood up and asked: "Are you going in?"
Zhang Xiaofo is a well-behaved person, and he answered in a well-behaved manner: "Not yet, I'm waiting for your orders."
"good."
Zhang Heng quickly left the camp and arrived at the construction site.
As soon as you see it, there is a cordon around the robbery cave. Hei Lao Liu and several people brought by Zhang Xiaofo are standing aside, with smiles on each other's faces.
"Okay, okay!"
Zhang Heng took a look inside the thief's cave.
After thinking about it for a while, he said: "We don't know what it is like inside Hanba Palace. If we go down hastily, our lives may be in danger."
Upon hearing this.
The black-backed sixth man said: "Commander, those of us who visit graves and fight against each other are doing this job. If we really die down there, it will be bad luck for us."
Zhang Heng glanced at Hei Laoliu: "That's what I said, but you guys came from Changsha thousands of miles to run errands for me, and I'm not willing to risk your lives."
After thinking for a while, he added: "I think it's better to go to Cheshi City to find a few people who are suffering from incurable diseases and are not going to die soon. We promise them a lot of money and let them go down and have a look first."
Cheshi City has a large population.
It is easy to find a few people who are suffering from an incurable disease and want to get some money for their families before they die.
By then, they will have confidence in their hearts, the explorer will have money, and everyone will be happy.
"this"
The black-backed sixth wanted to refute, feeling that it was a bit embarrassing.
But when I thought that this Hanbao Palace was not prepared for people, and there was nothing to say about it, I thought about it and agreed: "Thank you, Marshal."
"There's no need to be polite. I'll have to rely on you more in the future."
Zhang Heng did not hesitate and sent people directly to Cheshi City to recruit people.
The next day, they found a dozen people who were dying and suffering from incurable diseases.
Some of them had tuberculosis, some had syphilis, some had bone cancer, and they all wanted to get some money for their families before they died.
When Zhang Heng promised to give him ten sheep, everyone was filled with joy. Even the people watching the excitement were a little moved. Without him, they would be poor.
"You three are the first to go down. Be careful when you get down there. If something goes wrong, just pull the rope and we will pull you up."
"If there is no danger down there, just explore inside. Use ten minutes as the limit. After ten minutes, even if there is no danger, someone has to come back and report to me. Do you understand?"
Zhang Heng warned the first three people to go down.
"Yes, sir."
The three of them nodded in succession.
Soon, they organized their tools one by one, took their safety charms and flashlights and went down the rope.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang Heng looked at his watch and frowned: "Sixteen minutes have passed. Someone is dead. Why is there no reaction at all?"
After waiting for another ten minutes, no one came to report the news.
Zhang Heng looked at the people behind him: "Go down five more. After going down, the last person will stay at the entrance of the cave and tie the rope around his waist. Shake the rope once every half minute to show that you are safe."
Whoosh!
Five more people went down.
But soon, the rope began to swing wildly.
Before anyone could react, a scream came from below, and then nothing happened.
"Pull the rope up."
Zhang Heng's face was as sinking as water.
Soon, the rope was pulled up, and a person was tied to the other end of the rope, but by this time it was already a corpse.
"There are no external injuries, it doesn't look like it was caused by zongzi or poisonous insects!"
The black-backed sixth man stepped forward to check, then turned back to Zhang Heng and said.
"Let me see."
Zhang Heng stepped forward and pulled out the deceased's eyes.
Upon first sight, the deceased's eyes were full of white spots, and the peace charm worn on his chest had been burned away.
He stood there and thought for a while.
Zhang Heng lit a stick of incense and put it in front of the corpse's nose.
Taking a closer look, the cigarette rose slowly without any shaking.
"His soul was sucked away."
Zhang Heng snuffed out the soul-nourishing incense and explained to everyone: "My soul-nourishing incense is not for people to breathe, but for the soul."
"This person has just died, so his soul must not have left his body. If he smells this fragrance, he will inhale it hard, and then the fireworks will shake."
"The lack of shaking means that his soul is no longer in his body. Combined with the white spots in his eyes, I am sure that he died because his soul was sucked away."
Upon hearing this.
Zhang Xiaofo opened his mouth and said, "Could it be that Drought Demon is still alive?"
Zhang Heng shook his head: "Han Ba does not absorb people's souls, and I am very sure that there will be no Han Ba in this Han Ba palace, and if there are, they will die, because today's world is not strong enough to support the existence of Han Ba."
Zhang Xiaofo asked: "What could it be, a ghost?"
"Um!"
Zhang Heng nodded and said softly: "They are not ordinary ghosts. The first three and the last five were all dead in an instant. Ordinary ghosts are not so powerful even if they suck people's souls."
There was a slight pause in his tone and a thoughtful look in Zhang Heng's eyes: "I suspect there is Vaishya down there!"
Vaishaka is one of the eight groups of ghosts.
In Taoism, it is called Qi ghost, or soul-sucking ghost.
This is a kind of uncommon hell ghost that likes to live in groups. It can suck away the essence and spirit of people. The soul is composed of gods. When the gods are sucked away, it is equivalent to the soul being scattered.
"The Drought Demon has disappeared for hundreds of years."
"I think this Drought Palace has been occupied by doves, because soul-sucking ghosts are exclusive. They not only suck in human souls, they also suck in ghosts and corpse aura."
"With them here, there won't be anything else in Hanba Palace. It's a blessing among misfortunes."
Soul suckers are not difficult to deal with because they are gregarious ghosts.
Beings that like to live in groups are often not strong individually and usually win with numbers.
And this is a relatively nerdy kind of ghost.
Every time they suck a person's soul, they will breed themselves and give birth to a new soul-sucking ghost.
When the number reaches a point where the ghost mother is satisfied, she will hide and live her own little life.
Of course, it’s hard to say what a satisfactory quantity is.
Some soul-sucking mothers are lazy, and a few soul-sucking ghosts are very satisfied.
However, some soul-sucking ghosts are so ambitious that there is even a city dedicated to soul-sucking ghosts in the underworld, where hundreds of thousands of soul-sucking ghosts gather together.
Considering the size of Hanba Palace, there shouldn't be too many.
A few dozen or a few hundred, so it can be considered a moderately large family.
"Uncle Master went to the Maoshan General Altar and counted the days. It will take some time before he can come back."
"Based on my strength, a small group of soul-sucking ghosts shouldn't be a threat to me. Forget it, no more, I'll go down there."
Know what is below, and then compare your own strengths.
Zhang Heng thought about it and felt that he could settle it, at least he wouldn't lose.
In this case, we don't have to wait for Taoist Taoist Zhaixing. He will send Taiping Yaoshu back to Maoshan and he won't be able to come back in a short time.
"Put me down."
Zhang Heng prepared before taking action.
Zhang Xiaofo wanted to follow, but he refused.
These people in the Laojiu Sect are all ordinary people. The boss, second, and third are of no use. They just scare ordinary people and they will not work when things happen.
Among them, the strongest black-backed Liu Liu was only slightly stronger than Adjutant Wu.
With their strength, they entered the Drought Palace and faced dozens or even hundreds of soul-sucking ghosts.
Zhang Heng felt that there were only three words: 'Dead.'
"Don't come out."
"You are a human ghost, they are real ghosts."
"Real ghosts have no emotions or consciousness, only instinct."
"The instinct of these soul-sucking ghosts is to suck souls. People, ghosts, and corpses are all part of their diet. They will restrain you very much."
Enter the tomb passage.
Zhang Heng released the paper ghost to defend him, but he didn't dare to let it run away.
Because although paper ghosts are strong, they can't stand up to a pack of wolves. If they encounter hundreds of soul-sucking ghosts, they probably won't be very successful.
Bang bang bang.
The paper ghost slapped its body.
Zhang Heng smiled when he saw this and whispered: "Don't worry about me. I have the Yellow Sky Technique to protect my body. I can fly sand and rocks. Soul-sucking ghosts who win by living in groups and numbers will not work when they encounter my wind-breathing technique."
The words fell.
At the end of the tomb passage, black mist suddenly came.
Zhang Heng took a closer look and realized that the so-called black shadow was actually a group of soul-sucking ghosts gathered together.
Zheng!
The sword is unsheathed.
Zhang Heng made a secret with one hand and raised a sword with the other.
The tip of the sword pointed far ahead: "The wind is coming!"