It is about three thousand miles from Mushan Prefecture to Kaifeng, the capital city.
If we go by land, it will take about twenty days, or even a month.
Even by water, it would take ten or eight days to go north along the Grand Canal.
Fortunately, Zhang Heng is not an ordinary person.
He hurried on by flying, setting off in the afternoon and arriving in Runan in the evening, which was only 800 miles away from Kaifeng.
But at this time, there was a strong wind in the sky.
Zhang Heng looked at the sky.
There are no years in the mountains.
When I went to Mushan Mansion to find Ning Caichen, it had just snowed for the first time.
In the blink of an eye, a few months have passed, winter has turned to spring, and counting the time, it is not far from March 3rd.
"The sky is dark and the wind is strong. Soon there will be thunderstorms."
Zhang Heng was really tired after driving for a long time.
Goodbye, it seemed like it was going to rain, so I decided to find a place to spend the night first, so as not to go with the thunderstorm. If someone was not struck by lightning, it would be a big loss.
"Well, there is also a small temple!"
Zhang Heng's ears and eyesight are also sharp in the air.
I glanced around and quickly discovered a temple with lights on below.
The temple is not big.
One main hall, three tile-roofed rooms, plus a courtyard.
Zhang Heng thought for a while, he was a Taoist priest who lived in all directions, so he simply didn't leave. This temple looked good, so he would stay here for the night.
Whoosh!!
Zhang Heng fell from the sky, landed outside the temple, and looked at the plaque on the door.
"Small temple repair!"
After muttering a few words, Zhang Heng smiled and shook his head: "I don't know which wandering monk built this temple. They chose the name so carefully. It seems that it has been severely beaten by the society."
Crunch...
Zhang Heng entered from the main hall, opened the door, and found that sitting on the altar was actually a statue of Maitreya Buddha.
On both sides of the Buddha statue, there is a couplet hanging.
On the left is written: "A big belly can tolerate things that the world cannot tolerate."
On the right side is written: "Always smile and laugh at the ridiculous people in the world."
Look at the couplets and then look at the stone statue of Maitreya Buddha.
Zhang Heng nodded: "The rolling waves of the mortal world are gone, and the past is just a joke. He is indeed a person of great enlightenment."
Finished.
Zhang Heng went to the backyard and saw a cow tied up in the temple, and in the monk's room with the lights on, there was a young man sitting in a trance reading a storybook.
The young man looked about fifteen or sixteen, and Zhang Heng glanced at his book. The book was called: The Record of Enmity and Enmity with the Great Sword.
"What a rubbish book."
Just looking at the name, Zhang Heng lost all interest.
"Little brother, stop looking."
Zhang Heng glanced over and asked: "Are you the only one in this temple? Where are the monks in the temple?"
"who?"
Hearing someone calling him, the young man woke up suddenly.
After seeing Zhang Heng standing in the yard, he asked in surprise: "Are you a human or a ghost? Do you make no sound when you walk?"
"Of course I'm a human being. As for walking without sound, you take it too seriously. From your point of view, let alone walking, I'm afraid you don't even know if your cow is taken away."
Zhang Heng answered and asked again: "Where are the monks in the temple?"
"Never seen it before."
The young man answered truthfully: "There used to be three monks in the temple, but half a month ago, they seemed to have left and never came back. I am a nearby villager. I go out to herd cattle when I have nothing to do. I occasionally rest here."
"
When Zhang Heng heard this, he asked, "Since you are a nearby villager, why don't you go back when it gets dark? Your family isn't worried about you?"
The young man shook his head: "I have been a slave since I was a child. Where did my parents come from? As for whether I can go back or not, I am a domestic slave who signed a contract of sale. My master's control is not strict. I am interested in reading today. Fortunately, I can go back tomorrow.
At most I get scolded, scolded and scolded, I have long been used to it, so just say a few nice words to the manager."
Zhang Heng took a look at the boy's dress.
The clothes were full of patches, but they were clean, and there were shoes on his feet, which meant that although the boy was a domestic slave, he still had some status among the slaves and could get a pair of shoes.
You must know that many domestic slaves have no shoes at all. Whether they work in the fields or at home, they walk barefoot, and their status is very low.
Boom!!
There was a muffled thunder in the sky and it started to rain lightly.
The young man hurriedly led the old cow in the yard into the Maitreya Hall to take shelter from the rain. When he arrived, he did not forget to say to Zhang Heng: "There are two monks' rooms here, a fire room, and a main hall. I will live in the monk's room on the left."
I'll give you the one on the right, and my cow will live in the main hall. What do you think?"
"good."
Zhang Heng nodded and agreed.
Then after thinking about it, he took out two steamed buns from the Qiankun bag and handed them to the young man: "Take them and eat them."
"I won't eat your steamed buns in vain."
The young man took the steamed bun and took out a handful of dried dates from the bag: "I picked these up on the mountain. Although they are a bit small, they taste good. I'll try them with your steamed buns."
"good."
Zhang Heng was not polite and took the dried dates.
Entrance.
It's extremely dry and astringent, the jujube flavor is very weak, and it's not delicious at all.
But the young man ate with gusto, a mouthful of dried dates and a mouthful of steamed buns, and asked Zhang Heng: "Where are you from? Are you a friend of the monk in the temple?"
Zhang Heng shook his head.
Seeing this, the young man said again: "The three monks in the temple are good. They often help us with work when they have nothing to do. I don't know where they went. They left without saying a word and never came back."
Zhang Heng asked: "What's your name?"
"My name is Fang Han, but my surname is not Fang. Fang is my father's surname, so my surname is Fang."
"As for my original surname, I don't know. I was abandoned by my parents at the door of the Fang family. I have been a domestic slave of the Fang family for as long as I can remember. However, the master treats me well. Compared with those tenants who have a good meal but not a good meal.
, I should be pretty happy, right?"
Fang Han was very talkative and happily chatted with Zhang Heng.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask: "Who gave you your name?"
"My lady."
Fang Han's eyes were full of admiration: "My young lady is very powerful. She is a descendant of the Lingxi Sect. It is said that this is one of the best sects in Yuzhou and can make people fly over walls and walls."
Zhang Heng has never heard of the Lingxi Sect.
Thinking about it, this should be a martial arts sect. Unless he has practiced martial arts to the point of connecting with gods, to Zhang Heng today, he is no different from an idle warrior to a weed.
"Do you know the words?"
Zhang Heng glanced at the storybook in Fang Han's hand.
"I don't know it, but there are pictures on it."
Fang Han took great care of the dialogue book and whispered to Zhang Heng: "There is a maid in the house who can read. I treated her to some honey money. She told me the story above, which is about a girl named Yan Chixia.
A story about a great hero, slaying demons and doing justice."
"who?"
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment.
"Yan, Chi, Xia!!"
Fang Han spoke every word, his face full of admiration.
puff...
Zhang Heng burst out laughing.
It's not that he doesn't respect Yan Chixia, but it's just too ridiculous.
This feels like my second cousin wearing underwear and turning into Superman.
"Yan Chixia is very powerful and a hero. This is what my young lady said herself."
Fang Han suppressed his blush.
"Well..."
It's not that Zhang Heng doesn't believe it, he's just a little bit amused.
But he could tell that Fang Han was probably Yan Chixia's biggest fan, so he asked, "Did the book say what Yan Chixia looked like?"
Fang Han said proudly: "The face is like a jade crown, and the eyes are like stars."
Hahaha!!
Zhang Heng laughed so hard: "Yan Chixia was so funny back then!"
Yan Chixia's powerful stroke looks like a wanted criminal.
With a face like a jade crown and eyes like stars, he is pretty much the same, so forget about Yan Chixia.
"Have you met Yan Chixia?"
Fang Han was also stunned.
"More than just seeing each other, we often drank together."
When the word "wine" came up, Zhang Heng couldn't help but untie the gourd from his waist and take a sip.
Fang Han didn't believe it.
He looked at the storybook in his hand, then at Zhang Heng who was very close at hand, and asked: "You can know Yan Chixia, you must be very powerful, right?"
"Okay."
Zhang Heng glanced at Fang Han's storybook and said, "My name is Zhang Heng. Maybe one day, you can buy my storybook, or see me in Yan Chixia's storybook."
"real?"
Fang Han was doubtful.
Zhang Heng didn't explain, he just drank.
Seeing that he was drinking happily, Fang Han was vomiting a little: "Your wine smells so good, can you let me take a sip too?"
"no."
Zhang Heng said bluntly: "My wine is a tonic medicinal wine that ordinary people cannot drink. People like us can drink it to strengthen our body and strengthen our magic power. Ordinary people or those who are not well-educated can drink it with just one sip."
Then he will be weak without supplements, and he will bleed from the seven orifices and die."
Fang Han didn't believe it, but Zhang Heng already mentioned this, so he didn't ask for it anymore.
Of course, Zhang Heng was not lying to him.
His medicinal wine was soaked with the inner elixir of the Hedao Realm Demon King. When Yan Chixia drank it for the first time, she had to immediately use her magic power to refine the medicinal power, let alone an ordinary person.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The rain is getting heavier.
Zhang Heng drank wine and looked at the night sky, leisurely and contented.
But not long after.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound outside. Zhang Heng looked and saw three monks walking in the rain.
These three monks had bloody faces and dull eyes.
After entering the courtyard, he walked straight towards the meditation room.
But when they arrived in front of the meditation room, the three of them just stood there, saying nothing and not coming in.
"who?"
Fang Han heard the noise and opened the window.
Click!!
A bolt of lightning flashed across.
This sight was so clear that Fang Han was so frightened that he shouted: "Ghost!"
Tap tap tap...
The three monks seemed not to have heard Fang Han's screams, so they walked together towards Maitreya Hall again.
Seeing the three ghosts gone, Fang Han hurriedly knocked on Zhang Heng's door and said tremblingly: "Brother Zhang, there are ghosts!"
"I know."
Zhang Heng opened the door and looked at the backs of the three ghost monks: "If my prediction is correct, the three of them should be the three monks in the temple, right?"
Hear this.
Fang Han showed a look of surprise: "No wonder it looks so familiar to me."
Zhang Heng nodded: "They are not evil ghosts, they just have obsessions and refuse to leave. You said before that these three monks left suddenly half a month ago. Now it seems that they did not leave, but were killed.
Already."
Bang bang bang...
Not long after, the sound of chanting sutras and the sound of knocking wooden fish came from the Maitreya Hall.
Zhang Heng listened and said, "Don't come out if you're afraid."
After saying that, he walked towards Maitreya Hall alone.
"Brother Zhang, wait for me."
Although Fang Han was afraid of ghosts, he was more afraid of himself, so he hurriedly chased Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng didn't care about him either.
Carrying the sword, he came to Maitreya Hall.
In front of the eyes, three ghost monks are sitting on futons, two are chanting sutras, and one is knocking wooden fish. The sound of wind, rain, and chanting sutras is heard in the ears.
"what are they doing?"
Fang Han stood behind Zhang Heng with a puzzled look on his face.
Zhang Heng himself was also puzzled.
The three monks were killed a long time ago. If they don't reincarnate now, they must be obsessed with it.
Could it be said that this obsession is reciting sutras and knocking wooden fish?
You shouldn’t, it’s like being a monk and making yourself stupid.
Hey hey hey...
Knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras.
Not long after, the three monks stopped, grinning like a crooked dragon king, straight to the corners of their eyes, terrifying and weird, looking at the Buddha statue, laughing, with extremely satisfied expressions.
Laughed for a while.
The three monks stood up and left. The person behind them put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front. After a while, they disappeared under the drizzle.
Gudong!
Fang Han swallowed, a chill rose in his heart, and he spoke with a trembling voice: "They left?"
"gone."
Zhang Heng frowned slightly and thought again and again.
After a while, he said to Fang Han: "Go and check the Buddha statue."
"now?"
Fang Han was a little scared.
Zhang Heng didn't speak, just looked at him.
Seeing this, Fang Han couldn't hold himself any longer and said quickly: "I'll go right away. Don't look at me anymore. It makes my back feel cold."
Use hands and feet together.
Fang Han quickly climbed up to the Buddha statue and started searching on it.
"There is a hidden compartment here!"
Fang Han soon discovered the difference.
"Open."
"good."
Fang Han did not hesitate, quickly opened the secret compartment and took out a heavy wooden box from inside.
He carried the wooden box down and placed it in front of the Buddhist altar.
When he opened it, he found that the box contained gold, silver and copper coins.
count.
Six taels of gold, thirty-two taels of silver, four strings of copper coins, and three gems. If converted into silver taels, it would be one or two hundred taels.
Zhang Heng looked at the money, and then thought about the satisfied looks on the faces of the three ghost monks before leaving, and muttered: "So that's it!"
Before, he thought that the three monks' obsession was the temple.
Now it seems that the temple is fake, the chanting is also fake, and this private money is real.
Good for you.
Sure enough, he is a monk. Even if he is dead, he still cannot let go of this yellow and white thing. One look at it will make him extremely satisfied.
"Brother Zhang, this money..."
Seeing the gold and silver, Fang Han was also very happy, but there was no fear on his face.
"Don't touch this money lightly, otherwise the three ghost monks will come back to find you."
Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "Let's do this. You can search around the temple during the day tomorrow. The bones of the three monks should be buried nearby. If you find them, help them bury them in peace, and then divide the money into
Fourth, for the three monks' share, buy ingot candles and burn them for them, and you can keep the remaining share for yourself."
Even the three monks died and could not let go of the money.
If Fang Han takes them all away, he will definitely die a violent death and be strangled to death in his sleep.
It's different if you divide it into four parts.
Fang Han helped them bury them in peace and burned the remaining three points to them. It makes sense to take a share.
Thinking about it, after getting the ingot candle that Fang Han burned for them, it was time for the three monks to be reincarnated.
"Isn't it too shabby to just be laid to rest? Do you want to buy three thin coffins?"
Fang Han asked in a low voice.
"No need to..."
Zhang Heng thought about what the three monks had done, shook his head and said: "A thin coffin made of six wooden boards will cost dozens of pennies. If you really do this, they will not rest in peace, and there is no way they will need it again at night."
I went to find you and complained that you were too extravagant."