When he saw Zhang Heng and Fang Han, he didn't care at all. He walked to the entrance of the cave to get a basin of water, then started to wash his face with his head down.
"You beggar!"
Seeing that the beggar looked like a harmless person, Fang Han suddenly became furious: "My master kindly gave you food. It's fine that you are not grateful. Instead, you want to harm him. How can there be such justice in the world?"
When the beggar heard this, he wiped his face with his hands and looked back at Fang Han.
Seeing Fang Han speak like a master, he knew what was going on, and grinned happily: "Someone slipped through the net!"
Finished.
Thinking of Fang Han's question again, the beggar said slowly and carefully: "I came to beg for food, and they only gave me the leftovers for dogs. They are clearly humiliating me and they want me to be grateful?"
"Who do you think you are when you come uninvited in the middle of the night and want to eat fine food?"
"My master is related to you, or is there some connection with you? Do you think you are my young lady?"
Fang Han became angrier as he talked.
The beggar was not angry after hearing this, but was very calm: "The strong make the rules, and the weak only need to follow them. If I feel unhappy, I will vent it out. If they can't handle it, it's because they don't have the ability. Just accept their fate with peace of mind."
After a pause, he continued: "I'm in a good mood today, so you'd better hurry up and get out, otherwise I'll be in a bad mood and turn you two into sheep and sell them to the market to be slaughtered."
When Zhang Heng heard this, he smiled and said: "I'm in a good mood today. How about you tell me the magic of turning into a sheep, and I'll give you a pleasure?"
The beggar glanced at Zhang Heng.
Without saying much, he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black wind.
"Yellow Wind!"
Zhang Heng pointed the tip of his sword.
Woo woo woo...
The two winds collided together, and in just a moment, the yellow wind suppressed the black wind, blowing the beggar flying and falling heavily to the ground.
The beggar got up in a panic. Seeing Heifeng's failure, he dragged his lame leg and ran away.
"Isn't this possible?"
Zhang Heng muttered in his heart: "Isn't this guy good at this trick?"
"The sword is unsheathed!"
Zhang Heng put his two fingers together and pointed forward.
Zheng!!
Six flying swords fell from the sky, blocking the beggar's path.
The beggar changed direction and continued to escape, but within a few steps six more flying swords fell from the sky. He stopped and walked, and was soon surrounded by hundreds of flying swords in a sword circle.
"ah!"
The beggar wanted to draw the sword with his hands.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, a wisp of sword energy rose up and sliced off the finger he stretched out.
The beggar held his hands and spat out black wind with a painful look on his face.
This black wind blows people in the Fang Mansion, and the person who is blown staggers and turns into a lamb.
But when encountering Zhang Heng's sword circle, it didn't work. As soon as the black wind blew over, sword energy rushed towards his face, directly cutting the black wind away. No matter how much the beggar exhaled, it was useless.
"Spare your life, spare your life!"
The beggar was completely panicked. He knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly: "I am willing to dedicate my immortal magic to the real person. I hope the real person will take pity on my difficulty in practicing and spare my life."
Zhang Heng's feet fell into the circle of swords.
When the beggar saw him approaching, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes, and when he opened his mouth, a stream of black wind came out.
"What are you thinking about?"
Zhang Heng waved his robe, and the golden light on the robe shone, scattering the black mist.
The beggar was shocked and frightened when he saw it. He couldn't help but kowtow again: "The real person has superb Taoism and is like a person among gods. The little beggar offended the power of God and has now been convicted."
"You are quite flexible!"
There was a trace of sarcasm on Zhang Heng's lips, and then he asked: "Your spell is different from ordinary Taoist spells. Where did you learn it?"
The beggar did not dare to hide anything and said bluntly: "The little beggar Song Dingbo has been fond of anecdotes since he was a child. When he was seventeen years old, he met a like-minded man. His name was Wang Qi. He was a son of an aristocratic family. He told me that there was an immortal living in seclusion on Mount Laoshan.
You can learn magic.
So I went with him, and in a Taoist temple, I met an old Taoist priest with white hair and a childish face, who had an immortal air.
We wanted to become our disciples, but the old Taoist priest refused and said that we had no relationship between master and disciple.
We were not willing to leave just now, so we decided to stay in the Taoist temple and help the old Taoist priest with the work of chopping wood and carrying water.
Month after month, three years passed in the blink of an eye.
The two of us learned nothing. Wang Qi wanted to go home, and I was too lazy to learn any more, so I went to bid farewell to the old Taoist priest.
Before leaving, Wang Qi begged the old Taoist priest, asking him to remember that we had been fetching water, chopping firewood, and making fires for cooking for three years. If he gave us some skills, then the trip would not be in vain.
The old Taoist priest agreed, so he taught Wang Qi the art of walking through walls and taught me the art of transforming into a sheep.
He also told us that what we learned were all techniques, and we would not be able to use them when we encountered someone who knew how to practice the Fa.
At first, I always kept in mind the words of the old Taoist priest, and I just ran rampant in the countryside, found some evil spirits, turned them into sheep, and took them to the market to sell them. Firstly, I made some money, and secondly, I was doing good deeds. But then...
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Song Dingbo cried bitterly: "As time goes by, I haven't met a wise man. In addition, there are fewer evil spirits nearby, and I feel restless. That's why today's disaster happened."
"Wang Qi, wall penetration technique!"
"Song Dingbo, turn into a sheep!"
"Laoshan, old Taoist priest!!"
Zhang Heng secretly muttered in his heart: "They are all stories from Liao Zhai and Sou Shen Ji, and they are also connected in series."
After withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Heng looked at Song Dingbo again: "How to break your spell?"
Song Dingbo replied: "Drink more hot water."
Zhang Heng called Fang Han and asked him to boil hot water.
After a while, the hot water was boiled and poured into a basin for the sheep to drink. With the sound of bleating, they all returned to their original appearance.
"Master, I am willing to sacrifice my magic, please spare my life."
After everyone returned to their original state, Song Dingbo became even more afraid that Zhang Heng would attack him.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng refused without hesitation: "Your magic is inherited from Laoshan. You are not qualified to teach it. If I learn from you, I will be stealing from you, and the Laoshan lineage will definitely fight with me to death."
Song Dingbo opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.
However, Zhang Heng no longer gave him a chance and said with a smile: "Be a good person in the next life."
Zheng!!
The grass was stained with blood, and Song Dingbo fell to the ground.
Seeing Zhang Heng kill the demon beggar, Mr. Fang, who had recovered, hurriedly stepped forward to say thanks: "Old man Fang Shenhe is a local squire. This time we encountered a great disaster, and it was all thanks to the help of real people. I am willing to pay ten thousand taels of silver for him." I hope the real person will not refuse to write a book and biography."
"Writing a book and a biography?"
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly thought of the miscellaneous book "The Record of Big Sword Enmity" with Yan Chixia as the protagonist.
He was wondering before, who would write a book and biography of Yan Chixia, but now he understands a little bit more.
The masters are responsible for subduing demons, and the ordinary people are responsible for praising their achievements.
The heroes gain face and the ordinary people gain dignity, so the deal is done.
"Riding the sword and riding the wind, I will exorcise demons. There will be wine and joy in the world. I will be happy without wine."
Zhang Heng flew up into the sky and laughed loudly: "Don't pass, don't pass..."
below.
Master Fang looked in admiration and said to Fang Han: "This is the style of a master. I will quickly copy down the verses and I will have the final poem."
After finishing speaking, he did not forget to ask Fang Han: "Do you know where the real person has gone?"
Fang Han replied: "It seems to be going to Kaifeng Mansion."
When Mr. Fang heard this, he muttered: "Tingting seems to be in Kaifeng too, and together with the teachers of the Lingxi Sect, it is said that she is going to rescue a court official who has been arrested."
What are the names of the high officials of the imperial court?
It seems that the surname is Fu, so what is the name of Chou?
the other side.
Zhang Hengfei was in the clouds, flying toward Kaifeng Mansion like wind and thunder.
Not long after, we arrived at the outskirts of Kaifeng Mansion.
Zhang Heng took a quick look and found that Kaifeng was indeed an important place in the capital.
At a glance, the destiny of humanity is intertwined with the legal network of the dynasty, encompassing the entire ancient capital.
Ordinary ghosts, fierce ghosts, and even ghost generals and demon generals will instantly become weak when exposed to this power of humanity and dynasty.
Even the Ghost King and the Demon King are greatly reduced in strength here. Those without a foothold cannot escape the surveillance mirror of the Qintian Supervisor.
Wow!!
Zhang Heng was just thinking when a mirror light shone towards the sky.
"The response is quick enough!"
Of course Zhang Heng knew what this mirror light was.
He had no intention of getting on the Qintian Prison list on the first day he came. Who knows whether the Qintian Prison is currently in the hands of the royal family or a wealthy family.
"Go up to the nine gates, and you will see the nine true beings. Use the talisman to summon one and order one to guard your body!"
Zhang Heng fell from the clouds, made a hand and recited a mantra, and soon the magic light on his body disappeared, becoming no different from an ordinary person.
Done all this.
He looked at the city gate of Kaifeng Mansion and walked into the city dressed like a noble prince with a feather fan and a jade pendant.
"Where did it come from? Is there a door post or road guide?"
Kaifeng Prefecture has a population of millions, so naturally people will not come and go at will like in the countryside.
If you want to enter, you need an entry and exit ticket issued by Kaifeng Prefecture, or an entry and exit document issued by each prefecture or county.
Take Guobei County as an example.
If Zhang Heng is from Guobei County, his general document should read: "So-and-so, from such-and-such place in Guobei County, what does he look like, what are his characteristics, what does he do when he goes out, and who is the guarantor?"
, who is the person who issued the certificate?”
If you don't get the number, you are a refugee.
Refugees are not considered civilians, and they can arrest you to build reservoirs and city walls without saying a word, and there is no one to take shifts with you, unlike those who do hard labor, who will be rotated every year or so.
No one will replace you, so you can only work until the end of the project or until you are exhausted.
Most of them are the latter. Using you is like using an animal, and it usually won't last five months.
"Of course there is..."
Zhang Heng took out the road guide.
The city guard took it, took a look at it, and said: "Guobei County, Shiliting people, come to Beijing to study, okay, let's go in."
"Thank you bro."
Zhang Heng's road guide is not fake. His identity has long been settled in Shiliting. Legally speaking, he is from Guobei County, and no one can fault him.
certainly,
Serious investigation will not work. He is like an Internet ghost and cannot withstand investigation.
“Quite prosperous!”
Enter Kaifeng Mansion.
Zhang Heng found that this place was worthy of being a capital city, a place where humanity flourished.
Living here, you don't have to worry about monsters making trouble at all. Even the patrolling soldiers on the street look like they are good martial arts practitioners.
You can tell just by looking at Zhang Heng.
The little demon who was waiting for nothing was surrounded by these soldiers armed with spears and crossbows, and was about to be beaten into a sieve in an instant.
Even evil spirits and their ilk cannot escape the surveillance mirror of Qin Tian Jian as long as they commit crimes.
Regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost, a monster or a devil, you have to stay in the capital when you come to the capital. Even an orthodox monk like Zhang Heng, under the suppression of the dynasty's legal network, can't help but feel his whole body sinking, and he feels like he is carrying a heavy burden.
feel.
"The Dasong Dynasty is already in the sunset, but it still has such repressive power."
"If it were Zhao Taizu who was in power, Kaifeng Mansion would be a hundred miles away, and even Taoism would be ineffective."
Zhang Heng raised his head and looked at the sky.
Under his gaze, there was a golden dragon flying on the city of Kaifeng, although it was very old and looked tired and in its twilight years.
But Zhang Heng understood that even if the old Black Mountain demon was here, he would still have to give this old dragon three points.
Unless it collapses internally, this golden dragon of luck will be invincible before its collapse. There will be no rivals in the world because it represents hundreds of millions of people.
hold head high!!
As if sensing something, Jin Long turned around and let out a dragon roar towards Zhang Fan.
Zhang Heng instantly felt a wave of malice and disgust.
"Huang Tianfa, Taiping Sword!"
Zhang Heng just thought about it briefly and knew where the malice came from.
No matter how hidden he is, some things cannot be changed.
For example, the Huangtian method comes from the Essential Technique of Taiping, which is a method that can change the heaven and the earth.
The golden dragon is the result of the national destiny of the Dasong Dynasty. It is normal not to like the smell of him.
As for the Taiping Sword.
Zhang Jiao once used this sword to cut down the fortune of the Han Dynasty. The golden dragon was also the fortune of the nation. For Zhang Jiao, the Taiping Sword was a sword of bad luck. He may have heard the whine of other golden dragons of fortune in it.
"receive!"
Zhang Heng flipped his wrist and put away the Taiping Sword.
hold head high!!
The golden dragon hovered for a while, then swung its tail and flew away.
But Zhang Heng carefully discovered that there was a wound on the golden dragon's tail, as if it had been bitten by something, and a piece of it had been bitten off.
"Pudu Cihang!"
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly: "After becoming the Imperial Master, has Pudu Cihang begun to absorb the dynasty's luck?"
Gongs in front of you and drums in front of you, no one can be the opponent of the Luck Golden Dragon.
The problem is that the Luck Golden Dragon is not a living creature, but dead. It only has instincts.
Pudu Cihang was transformed into a centipede spirit that lasted for thousands of years. He practiced Buddhism and had a very profound practice.
He occupies the position of national advisor, and his destiny is connected with the dynasty.
Use the cause to eliminate the effect, use the effect to eliminate the cause.
The law of cause and effect is the specialty of Buddhism. Pudu Cihang became the national master, which is equivalent to digging a hole under the rice vat, and he can steal food from underneath at any time.
However, from the outside, there is no problem with the rice vat, because the hole is underneath the rice vat.
If this goes on for a long time.
It is impossible to say that the Golden Dragon of Luck will really be swallowed by it. When the time comes, the old monster Pudu Cihang will be able to use the luck accumulated by a dynasty for hundreds of years as a tonic to realize his dream of transforming into a dragon.
"What a sin. I heard that the imperial court is going to close down the Frog Temple."
"Yes, people in the government also say that the frog god cannibalizes people, but I don't know if it's true or not."
"Of course it's true. I heard that the second aunt of the Li family took her child to worship the gods, and the child was lost in the temple. I used to think that it was abducted by human traffickers, but now it seems that it was probably eaten by the frog god."
"No, who told you that the second aunt Li's child was sold by her? Why was it lost?"
"It's not sold, it's just lost. A few days ago, the second aunt of the Li family went to play drums to complain."
Zhang Heng walked through the street.
Far away, I saw a group of people surrounding a signboard, which said that the Frog Temple was about to be demolished.
"Laowa is having a hard time!"
Zhang Heng glanced at it, and then thought: "But fortunately, they demolished the temple and framed him for cannibalism, which means that Laowa has not been caught yet, otherwise there would be no need for such trouble."
Although Laowa is a demon, he is a demon who is loyal to the Dasong Dynasty and is much better than those aristocratic families who cooperate with Buddhism and try to carve up the world.
Those aristocratic families came from the people, but they have separated from the people.
Although he is said to be a human being, he is actually worse than a monster.