In the blink of an eye, another three months have passed.
There were rumors in the outside world, one said that Pudu Cihang liked to eat people, and the other said that the Imperial Master would use boys and girls to make elixirs.
It's true, it's true.
In addition, the frog god said that Pudu Cihang was a monster before, and people in Kaifeng Mansion were panicked for a while.
Affected by this, Pudu Cihang could not sit still.
Public opinion is the fate of the country. Pudu Cihang uses his identity as a national counselor to handle the fate of the country every day, and is the most intuitive to the changes in the fate of the country.
In the past few days, as more and more people disliked him, the Luck Golden Dragon also began to struggle and refused to be absorbed by him.
Pudu Cihang had no choice but to leave the palace and hold peaceful people's Dharma meetings everywhere.
As a result, there is no Pudu Cihang in the Kaifeng Mansion, and the Buddhism no longer openly supports him. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has no chance to perform.
Every now and then, a monster will run away from his subordinates and never come back.
Before the tree fell, the monkeys and grandchildren dispersed, and the human heart... no, the demon heart was so sad.
"Where are we ahead?"
Pudu Cihang was dressed in white lama attire and looked sad.
"Back to Fazhang, ahead is the boundary of Guobei County."
The little demon under his command turned into a maid, with equally worried eyes.
"Guobei County!"
Pudu Cihang recited the words twice and suddenly sighed: "Every time comes, heaven and earth work together. When I entered the capital, the streets were empty, hundreds of officials came to greet me, the emperor was demoted, and monks protected the Dharma. It was such an infinite scene. Now...
"
He looked at the team behind him, and his heart was full of powerlessness: "The heroes are not free when I leave the city. When I left the city, there were still 1,200 people following me to teach the Dharma. Within a few months, there were less than 100 people following me.
."
The maid whispered: "Fa Zhang, more than a dozen people ran away last night, and now there are only seventy-two people left."
"Yeah?"
Pudu Cihang sighed again and said to the maids on his left and right: "That's it, that's it. The destiny no longer cares about me. I'm just saying nothing. You have followed me for hundreds of years. Now I am in a calamity and am about to die. You guys
Leave too, otherwise when disaster strikes, how can there be any eggs under the overturned nest?"
The maids on the left and right looked at each other, unmoved.
In fact, from the moment they left Beijing, everyone knew that the situation was over.
Those who are still left behind are some die-hard elements, or those who have a grudge against the imperial court and are on the run. They no longer want to be on the run.
"Fa Zhang, we found a temple ahead. It seems to have been recently built."
During the pause, another little demon came to report.
"What's the name of that temple?"
Pudu Cihang became interested.
"Lanruo Temple."
The little demon answered.
"Lanruo Temple!"
Pudu Cihang read a few words, and before he could speak, more of his subordinates came out and replied: "This villain is the Corpse King of Guonan County, and he also knows something about Guobei County. There are people in Guobei County."
Grandma Shu is very powerful. Lanruo Temple is her territory. At this time last year, Yan Chixia and a young master subdued Grandma Shu. They also fought against the old monster of Black Mountain here and smashed the entire temple. They were so scared.
Demons and monsters within hundreds of miles around fled in all directions, fearing that if one of them made a mistake, they would be killed."
"Yan Chixia?"
Pudu Cihang had heard of Yan Chixia, but had never seen her.
Moreover, the old demon of Heishan is as famous as him. Now that he has arrived at the place where the old demon of Heishan fell, just like Pang Tong came to Luofeng Slope, he suddenly felt lonely in his heart. He spoke out of nowhere: "Fajiao is going to Lanruo Temple to rest. I want to
Give a stick of incense to each of the statues in the temple and the old demon from Montenegro."
"Yes, Abbot."
The little demon picked up the imperial gift and headed towards Lanruo Temple while playing some music.
the other side.
Within Kaifeng.
When the sun goes down, Zhang Heng is meditating in Tianqi Temple.
Now, Tianqiguan has become his place to stay. After all, the Cui family is someone else's family, and there are female relatives. It is not convenient for him to live there, so it is not as comfortable as in Tianqiguan.
"Zhang Heng!"
While meditating, he suddenly heard someone calling him outside the door.
The voice was very familiar and identifiable. Zhang Heng instantly knew who was coming: "Big Bearded!"
When I walked out of the Taoist temple, I saw who else it could be if it wasn't Yan Chixia.
Next to Yan Chixia, there was a young man standing, who looked to be in his twenties or thirties, and was very similar to Jacky Cheung.
"This is?"
Zhang Heng looked at the young man.
Yan Chixia explained: "A few months ago, I led three monks to fight and flee. I was seriously injured and fled to the Western Wilderness. Fortunately, I was rescued by fellow Taoists from the Kunlun Sect. Otherwise, you might not have seen it.
Me."
"The next generation, Ye Zhiqiu, is a scholar of the Kunlun School."
Yiye Zhiqiu cupped his hands and said, "Senior, you can just call me Ye Zhiqiu. I am in the Kunlun Sect, and I often hear Master Yan mention you."
"Ye Zhiqiu!"
Zhang Heng did not expect that Yan Chixia was rescued by the Kunlun Sect. No wonder no matter how much he inquired in the past few months, he could not get any news about him. It turned out that he was hidden by the Kunlun Sect.
Now we see that Yan Chixia and Ye Zhiqiu returned to Kaifeng together during this sensitive period.
Needless to say, what happened to the Taoist leader of the Kunlun Sect?
"I have received the support of the Kunlun Sect."
as expected.
Yan Chixia confirmed Zhang Heng's suspicion as soon as she opened her mouth: "The two Kunlun elders have come down from the mountain and are now sitting in the palace to eliminate Pudu Cihang's gang members."
Ye Zhiqiu also followed up and said: "Our people have received news from the south that Pudu Cihang should have settled in Guobei County now. If nothing unexpected happens, Xu Hongru of Hengzhen Dao has already led his disciples to keep an eye on him."
Seeing that Zhang Heng didn't know why.
Ye Zhiqiu explained on the side: "When Xu Hongru was young, he got a book of left Taoism, which can drive people, ghosts, gods and demons, and the method of doing good and change, so he created the Hengzhen Tao and became the master of the Tao, but he thought that he was alone and weak.
, couldn't last long, so he stayed at the foot of our Kunlun Mountains. It's been fifty years now. He is also one of the best in the world. If he can't defeat Pudu Cihang, he won't be killed in a few blows. With him watching, there will be nothing wrong.
.”
There are many strange people in the world.
Zhang Heng didn't care, as long as he didn't lose his demon elixir.
"Let's go to Guobei County too. Pudu Cihang has been living happily for thousands of years, and it's time for him to pay off his debts."
Yan Chixia said from the side.
Zhang Heng nodded in agreement, and then couldn't help but ask a question that was deep in his heart: "Master Yan, what is your relationship with the Zhao royal family?"
Yan Chixia smiled and said: "Yanzhao, Yanzhao, what do you think?"
"Yes."
Zhang Heng had a smile on his face: "When people of the Zhao family change their surname, which surname is better than Yan, Yan Chixia, or Zhao Chixia? What's the difference?"
It is the so-called land of Yan and Zhao.
Yan and Zhao are often spoken of together.
The name Yan Chixia already shows his royal origins in the Zhao family.
"Let's go."
Zhang Heng did not leave any traces of ink and immediately walked through the air.
"Flying sword!"
Yan Chixia flew with her sword.
On the other hand, Ye Zhiqiu was a little embarrassed. He obviously didn't know how to fly. Yan Chixia saw his embarrassment and took out a sword to catch Ye Zhiqiu. Ye Zhiqiu's face turned red: "I also have the soaring cloud technique in Kunlun Mountain, but it's a pity that I
If you can't practice it well, you can't use it, which makes you two laugh."
The two just smiled and didn't answer the question.
After flying south for hundreds of miles, Yan Chixia said, "Boy Zhang, I haven't seen you for a few months. How are you doing with your flying sword skills?"
Zhang Heng had been waiting for Yan Chixia to ask for a long time. How could he show his level if he didn't ask?
But no matter how you say it, Yan Chixia taught him Xuanyuan Sword Technique, and he must be as humble as he should be: "Three thousand swords flying down like a river, it seems like the Milky Way falling from the sky."
hiss!
Yan Chixia took a breath of cold air.
He has been practicing Xuanyuan Sword Jue for half his life, but he still can't control three thousand swords.
How did Zhang Heng practice? Can someone else take one day for a month?
If this continues, the realm of ten thousand swords that Yan Chixia herself does not dare to dream of may be realized in Zhang Heng's hands.
You know, according to the records in the Xuanyuan Sword Art, the Ten Thousand Swords Realm is enough to traverse the world, because this realm is the realm that immortals should have. With the completion of the Hedao Realm and the Xuanyuan Sword Art of the Ten Thousand Swords Realm, you can strike horizontally.
An immortal.
Of course, you can't win because the difference in mana is too big, but after a few moves, it's not difficult to make the immortals praise you.
"Your current strength is no longer inferior to mine. This is good. It will make it easier for you to fight later."
Yan Chixia majors in Xuanyuan Sword Jue.
Zhang Heng was different. He was proficient in many spells. Now he could even control three thousand swords in the art of flying swords. Adding in other spells, Yan Chixia asked herself that it would be difficult for her to win in a real fight.
"Senior is really amazing. Buddhism has produced a holy monk, Fa Hai. He is considered to be the number one in the younger generation of Buddhist and Taoist families. He has already surpassed me. Now I see, senior, you are even more powerful than Master Fa Hai."
Ye Zhiqiu felt this and expressed it.
Fa Hai is powerful because he is the reincarnation of Arhat.
Use the Dharma Eye to look at him, and you can vaguely see the phantom of the Arhat behind him. Only if he is not powerful can he be a ghost.
Zhang Heng is different. He is not a reincarnated immortal even in his twenties and thirties. It is not easy to achieve such a level of cultivation.
"Everyone has his or her own destiny."
Zhang Heng didn't care about such compliments.
In the whole Maoshan, no one said that he had the talent of an immortal. Except for Master Xu who kept saying that he played five invitations and six, all the masters and uncles had to say a word of admiration when they saw him.
Some time ago, Zhang Heng used the teleportation array to go back and take a look.
Once upon a time, Uncle Star Picker was a big mountain in his eyes, but now, Uncle Star Picker is only in the late stage of returning to the void, and his cultivation level has already been overtaken by him, and it will only be a matter of time before he surpasses him.
As for the master, it’s Zhenren Xu.
If it hadn't been for drinking the Yimu essence he brought, I would still be stuck in the foundation-building realm, unable to move.
If you expect yourself to practice cultivation and become an immortal, there is definitely no hope.
Even Uncle Jiu said: "I have never obeyed anyone in my life. Even in reaching for the stars, I secretly competed with him. Only your A Heng, whenever I go out, someone can teach me the Book of Heaven."
Juan, I have only seen this kind of treatment in Maoshan Chronicles, so I cannot accept it."
"Speaking of which, this year's annual signing rewards are not very good."
Zhang Heng retracted his thoughts.
Every July 15th is the time for the annual signature.
The fourth time you sign in, the reward is the Liaozhai plane.
After signing in for the fifth time, the reward is a Qiankun bag.
Now is the sixth time to sign in, and the reward is: Ruyi Palace.
It is an avatar that can be as big or small as you want, and can change as you wish. When it is shrunk, it is only as big as a palm, and when it is enlarged, it looks like a palace.
It's useless. I won't have to sleep outside when I go out for sightseeing in the future.
It's useful, but he's not a hermit crab.
Although the defense of Ruyi Palace is good, and it can change its appearance at will, turning it into a Taoist temple, a temple, a thatched house, an attic, a two-story building, etc., with a flick of the hand, a palace can fly up from the ground.
Can have practical effects.
Apart from pretending, Zhang Heng couldn't think of anything he could do with it. After all, he could return to the real world at any time when encountering a danger that he couldn't resist, and there was no need to hide in the Ruyi Palace as a target for others.
But when it comes to pretending to be 13, Zhang Heng doesn’t pretend much on weekdays.
You can't just say to someone when you meet them: "I'll show you a treasure."
Then throw away the Ruyi Palace and turn it into a palace, and then invite people to play in it.
That's no longer an idiot.
“The annual signing rewards have also begun to shrink.”
"In the past, every annual signing would make a qualitative leap in my strength."
"The last few times, it can only be considered the icing on the cake."
Zhang Heng thought for a while.
That’s not right either. It’s not that the rewards are bad, but that your horizons have become higher as your practice deepens.
If you give ordinary people a Qiankun Bag, or a Ruyi Palace, and run businesses such as logistics and theme hotels, it will be easy to achieve a small goal a year.
But for him, small goals are really too small.
Wow!!
Think all the way and fly all the way.
After flying over the mountains and rivers, we arrived at Guobei County in just one night.
It was just a night's hard work. After arriving in Guobei County, it would be unreasonable to immediately go to Pudu Cihang for a decisive battle.
So the three of them discussed it and decided to first find the Taoist master of Hengzhen Taoism who was responsible for the surveillance and ask him what the current situation was.
After asking, it’s not too late to rest for a day and go to the old demon to settle accounts later.
"Pudu Cihang now lives in Lanruo Temple."
Xu Hongru, the master of Hengzhen Taoism, is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his fifties.
He was dressed in a green shirt, handsome and elegant.
The first time he saw him, Zhang Heng thought of Yue Buqun.
I don't know why, but it just feels like this.
Perhaps, it is because he, like Yue Buqun, works diligently and single-handedly to support the Hengzhen Tao and wants to carry it forward, never daring to slack off.
Such a person must be very tired.
Zhang Heng thought about it, if he was a member of a single gang and got a Taoist book by chance.
He won't start a sect because he is too tired. It would be great to be a free Sanren. When he is about to ascend, find a successor and pass on the Taoism to him and let him practice it. Wouldn't it be nice to be the founder of the sect with peace of mind?
"Lanruo Temple!"
Upon hearing this name, Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows and said to Zhang Heng, "Lanruo Temple is your territory, right?"
“So be it”
Zhang Heng said to everyone: "There is a tree grandma in Lanruo Temple. She has become a spirit after being ashamed of the tree for thousands of years. Now she has recognized me as her master. Because her body was born from a big tree and she cannot move at will, so I don't care about her much on weekdays.
, leaving only a few Taoist scriptures for her to practice by herself."
When Xu Hongru heard this, he said again: "I know the art of transformation. Yesterday I went to the door to explore and found that Pudu Cihang had already moved into Lanruo Temple and was received by an old woman in white clothes. If it is correct, she is full of evil spirit.
The old lady in white must be Grandma Shu."
Zhang Heng nodded: "It should be."
Xu Hongru said again: "Yesterday, I also saw a swordsman with a broken arm living in the temple. This man's sword energy is soaring into the sky, unlike ordinary people, and his words seem to be waiting for you."
"Middle-aged swordsman?"
Zhang Heng couldn't figure out who it was now.
Because he didn't know any swordsmen, and the only one he knew was Yan Chixia.
This broken-arm swordsman...
Zhang Heng thought for a while, then looked at Yan Chixia with some uncertainty: "It can't be Xiahou Swordsman, right?"
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