More than thirty soldiers in black were riding on tall horses.
Zhang Heng did not ride a horse, but sat on a carriage pulled by two horses.
The carriage has no hood, is covered with carpets, has an offering table, and an incense burner is placed on the offering table.
Zhang Heng sat cross-legged behind the altar table, with his knees crossed and his hands in the Three Mountain Seal, motionless as a mountain.
monasticism.
In Zhang Heng's opinion, one must be able to endure loneliness.
It takes half a day to ride a horse from Dagou Town to Echeng, and a round trip takes a day.
He has an unconventional personality and rides on horseback.
Wearing beautiful clothes and angry horses all the way, seeing all the flowers along the way, it is naturally a lot of fun.
It’s just that Zhang Heng didn’t do this.
He learned Taoism in his twenties, which was much slower than his peers who had been studying in the mountains for more than ten years since childhood.
Only by being strict with yourself and not slacking off can you slowly recover on the road of pursuit.
Some people may say that a day and a half does not matter.
But if you don’t care today, will you care tomorrow?
It doesn't matter today, it doesn't matter tomorrow, it doesn't matter the day after tomorrow.
Zhang Hengying is this kind of person.
Working hard may not make him surpass others who work equally hard, but those who don't work hard will definitely be left further and further behind.
Dong dong dong...
The horse raced all the way, without stopping for a moment.
In the afternoon, we finally arrived outside Echeng City.
But before everyone could enter the city, the gate of Echeng suddenly opened wide and a group of women rushed out.
Zhang Heng waved his hand and signaled everyone to stop.
As soon as I saw it, I saw these women setting up big drums, singing and dancing, and firecrackers were also hung on the top of the city, which was crackling and lively.
"Clan leader, something is wrong, isn't it?"
Da Kui Ce immediately stepped forward and whispered: "Aren't you the nephew of Master Qian? Does Master Qian need to be so polite? In order to welcome us, he even invited the drum troupe?"
Zhang Heng squinted his eyes.
He glanced at the word "Goose City" on the top of the city, then looked at the women playing gongs and drums, and whispered: "They are not picking us up."
Tap tap tap...
With the sound of a drum and the sound of footsteps, a group of squires walked out of the city.
They came in groups, followed by people carrying banners and flags, which read: "Welcome the new county magistrate to come to Echeng to take office."
"Clan leader, what should I do?"
Dakui was a little dazed.
Zhang Heng looked at the official road behind him, then at the welcoming group of squires in front of him, and ordered: "Get out of the way, the real owner should be behind."
Tap tap tap tap...
Just as the members of the Squire's welcoming group were wondering why Zhang Heng and his party hadn't entered the city yet, dust was flying in the distance and another group of people drove up.
The leader is wearing a white suit and a white hat.
He first looked in Zhang Heng's direction, then grabbed the horse's belly and headed straight for the city gate.
"A letter of appointment, this appoints Mabond as the head of Echeng County. This letter is issued by Ba Qingtai, Chairman of Handong Province of the Republic of China, on August 18, the eighth year of the Republic of China, by the Handong Provincial Government Affairs Department."
A man dressed as a master shouted for freedom.
Not far away, when the two Da Kui brothers heard such words, they whispered to Zhang Heng: "Chief, it turns out that he is here to pick up the county magistrate. Fortunately, we didn't rush forward, otherwise we would have made a mistake."
"Let's go to town."
Zhang Heng didn't say anything more, he just closed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in a suit, and muttered: "Mazi Zhang!"
Hiss repeatedly~
Zhang Heng and his party followed the county magistrate into the city.
But there were more than thirty people in their group, each with a long gun on his back and a short gun hanging on his waist. They were all dressed in black and black horses. They moved in an orderly manner. Their pomp was even greater than that of a county magistrate.
Not to mention the delegation of squire who came to greet the county magistrate, even the county magistrate who entered the city couldn't help but turn his head and asked the master next to him: "Master Tang, which big family in Goose City is this person from?
"
"Hard to say."
Master Tang also murmured in his heart: "Look at the word 'Zhang' written on their clothes. There is no one named Zhang among the four major families in Echeng?"
"People who are not from the four major families can be so grand. It seems that the fruits of Goose City are really deep."
The county magistrate took a deep breath and shouted to everyone behind him: "Open your eyes wide, and don't let anyone make mistakes for me."
the other side.
Zhang Heng was sitting cross-legged on the carriage and had arrived at Zhenren Qian's residence.
To be disrespectful to the teacher, Qian Zhenren's place looks quite shabby.
Qian Zhenren's Taoist temple is just a small shop, with the words Maoshan Authentic, Qian Zhenren Taoist Hall written on the door.
As for why it is a Taoist temple, not a Taoist temple.
Because the temple must be built according to the specifications of a palace. If you want to be called a Taoist temple, it must have three main rooms, four side rooms, and one pure room, which can be like a diagram of Bagua.
If you fail to meet this standard, you can only call yourself a Taoist temple.
Of course, no matter what Mr. Qian says, he still has a place to settle down.
No matter how small the temple is, it can still offer sacrifices to true spirits. Before Zhenren Xu met him, he could only live in a yizhuang with drafts from all sides, which was even worse than Zhenren Qian.
"Knock on the door."
Zhang Heng stepped out of the carriage while giving instructions.
"Junior brother?"
The person who opened the door was Qian Shui, a disciple of Zhenren Qian.
"Senior brother."
Zhang Heng made Dao seals with his hands and lowered his head slightly.
Qian Shui hurriedly returned the gift, and after inspecting his head, he asked again: "Junior brother, why are you here?"
"There is something I need to discuss with my uncle."
Zhang Heng looked towards the gym: "Master, is he at home?"
"My master went to the countryside to do some work, and I was left at home to look after the shop."
As Qian Shui spoke, he quickly pushed the door open: "Junior brother, go in and talk. The master won't be able to come back for a while."
Zhang Heng took two steps forward, turned around and said: "Leave four people guarding the door, while the others are staying at an inn nearby, waiting for my instructions."
"Yes, patriarch."
Everyone left one after another, leaving only four people around to listen.
On the side, Qian Shui saw everything in his eyes and was filled with envy: "Junior brother, you are so majestic. Unlike me, I have never seen the market, and I don't have the money to replace my shoes when they are broken."
Zhang Heng looked at Qian Shui's feet.
I found that the shoe on his right foot had a hole in it, and half of his toe was exposed.
"Similarly, my uncle, I didn't know how to leave some money for you before going out."
After saying that, he took out two big coins from his arms and said, "Senior brother, go buy a pair of shoes and change into new clothes. This is my filial piety to you."
"Thank you, junior brother."
Qian Shui smiled happily.
In total, Qian Shui's grade is not very high, only around eighteen or nineteen.
Zhang Heng called him senior brother because he started early. In terms of age, Zhang Heng was much older than him.
So in Zhang Heng's eyes, he is just a little brother, just like a younger but senior child in the family.
He calls him senior brother, but in fact Zhang Heng only regards him as a junior and brings him the identity of an elder.
"Uncle, why is this place so messy? It looks like heresy?"
After entering the gym, Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
Because from the furnishings inside, he did not see the majesty of the Maoshan sect at all. Instead, there was an aura of heresy everywhere.
Talismans were posted on the wall, flags were hung, and a skeleton was placed on the wall.
The place is also pitifully small, only fifty square meters in total, and there is no place for a few people to stay if they come in.
"Junior brother, you also know that those of us who practice Maoshan Shu spend a lot of money on weekdays."
"In addition, the master is quite stingy, and his life is even more miserable. If I am not afraid of your jokes, sometimes the master is out for a long time, and I even have to go hungry for several days in a row."
Speaking of sadness, Qian Shui's eyes turned red.
Zhang Heng shook his head and sighed.
It’s not that Zhenren Qian has no money, but he is reluctant to spend it.
He is a person who can eat two bowls of white rice just by looking at the pickles. Anyone who becomes his apprentice must have been completely unscrupulous and never done any good deeds in their previous life.