Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Great Army Suppresses the Sprite
"My master is your uncle."
"Your master is my uncle."
"We are our own people, so don't be polite."
Hearing Zhang Heng's thanks, Qian Shui thought it was a kind word.
But he stopped laughing soon, rubbed his stomach and swallowed: "Junior brother, this bumpy road has made me hungry. Let's eat first."
Come be a foodie.
But no matter what, people are here to help.
Dagou Town is one or two hundred miles away from Echeng. If you don't treat you as one of our own, who will come out with you and run around at night?
Zhang Heng is an open-minded person.
The money and water can come just to give him face.
Not to mention that he also brought Master Qian’s magic weapon. Just make this, and you have to eat hotpot mutton in the evening.
"Junior brother, you should eat too, this mutton pot is so delicious."
The money and water were wolfed down, and the food was very enjoyable.
Zhang Heng had no appetite because he discovered something interesting.
If it weren't for the purpose of suppressing bandits, he wouldn't have invited Qian Zhenren to come out.
If he didn't ask Master Qian to come out, he wouldn't be able to earn the extra money of a thousand yuan.
Without those thousand oceans, the Taoist temple would not have decided to build it so quickly.
If we don't build a Taoist temple, we won't go to Lingui to choose wood, we won't miss the things in Huangshi Village, and Zhang Heng won't have to be so embarrassed.
Zhenren Qian's absence today may seem like an accident, but in fact it is inevitable.
If you think about it, it's very interesting.
"Junior brother, why don't you eat?"
Qian Shui raised his head and found that Zhang Heng seemed to be thinking about something, and said happily: "Junior brother, are you in trouble for that monster again?"
After saying that, he added: "Don't worry. I'm here, so there's no problem. I grew up next to Master. I've seen countless monsters, and I've even caught evil ghosts with my own hands. Today I brought enough magic weapons.
If there is a fierce ghost, you may not be afraid of it."
Zhang Heng said nothing.
There is a small clinic in front of his house. I pass by it all day long and see old Chinese doctors treating people.
Is it possible that he can discuss with the old Chinese medicine doctor tomorrow and let him come for a day of consultation?
Just looking at that thing is not enough.
Qian Shui hasn't even left the profession yet. If he follows his master to catch ghosts, will it be the same as if he went on his own?
Moreover, fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts are just like the difference between Qi training and foundation building. It is a world of difference.
The man who caused trouble in Huangshi Village is probably not a soft persimmon among the evil ghosts. Some Taoist priests who have become masters may not be able to defeat him. Qian Shui said that Potian is just a disciple who has not yet become a master. Can he be relied on?
It's just that I don't have much confidence in money.
Zhang Heng also knew that he could not wait any longer, otherwise if he continued to kill him, the evil spirit would become more and more serious.
Now the three of them, armed with the magic tools and magic weapons of the two real people, plus some heretical methods, may still be able to give it a try.
If you wait any longer, you probably won’t be able to fight even if you try hard.
"************,************, Zhang Heng, a 70th generation disciple of Maoshan today, saw ghosts killing innocent people indiscriminately, and there was no senior disciple by his side, so he had no choice but to ask for help from the ancestor. I hope the ancestor is not weird.
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Zhang Heng stood in the Taoist temple, burned incense for the Patriarch, bowed three times, and respectfully took off the Patriarch's robe.
"Senior brother, why did you strip the ancestor naked?"
Zhang DaDa was horrified when he saw it.
"Nonsense."
Zhang Heng put his Taoist robe on the statue, and put on the Patriarch's robes himself: "The Patriarch's clothes are dirty. I'll give the Patriarch a new one, and I'll take this one back to be washed."
Zhang boldly gave a thumbs up: "Senior brother, you are so filial. Master is much more careless. You have been worshiping me for more than ten years and you don't even know how to wash your clothes for the ancestor."
Zhang Heng looked at Zhang DaDa, who looked in agreement, and always felt that this guy was scolding him.
Raise your hand.
He hit Zhang boldly on the head, whether it was true or not, he just took it as such.
"Brother, why did you hit me?"
Zhang DaDa held his head full of grievances.
"Why, I can't hit you without a reason?"
"That's not true."
Zhang boldly pouted: "Who made you my senior brother?"
Zhang Heng ignored him and asked, "Where is Senior Brother Qian Shui?"
"I'm here."
Money and water are better prepared.
He was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, with a Bagua mirror hanging on his chest.
Carrying three swords, namely a mahogany sword, a copper coin sword, and an iron sword, on his back, and a Liudingliujia flag on his shoulder, he looked like a performer in a big opera.
The waist is also terrible.
There is a cloth bag on the left, which contains talismans, cinnabar, copper coins, willow leaves, compasses, and glutinous rice.
There is a belt sheath on the right, with several bamboo tubes inserted in it, with the words: black dog blood, rooster blood, incense ash, and boy's urine.
"Brother, I have nothing?"
Zhang DaDa became anxious when he saw it.
Zhang Heng comforted him: "You are practicing the secret technique of the Taoist Protector. Your energy and blood are like fire, so you don't need these things."
Zhang DaDa was doubtful, so he grabbed a few handfuls of ashes from the incense burner in front of the statue and put them into his pocket, muttering: "It's safer this way."
Zhang Heng didn't care about him, because Zhang Dadan really didn't need these things.
His best weapons are his fists and Taoist mantras. When he encounters evil spirits, he can hit them with his fists. If he punches a few times and shouts the mantra, it is more effective than anything else.
"Clan leader, the big net soaked in black dog blood is ready."
"Chief, the wine jar filled with cinnabar water is also ready."
"Chief, the rooster blood is also ready. We killed more than two hundred roosters at one go, including the dawn roosters. Chen Laizi cried like a tearful person during the watch."
Someone stepped forward with a face full of treasures.
Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction: "I have always believed that there is strength in numbers, Huzi, how are your preparations over there?"
Zhang Zhenhu stood at attention and saluted: "Chief, we are all ready. There are 300 people in total, all of them are young and strong."
"good!"
Zhang Heng ordered: "The first regiment immediately set off for Huangshi Village. After arriving, they formed a military formation and practiced on the spot. Tonight, I want to make the shouts of killing endless."
"Yes, patriarch."
Zhang Zhenhu took the order and left.
Buzz buzz...
Military vehicles drove out one after another, and the soldiers held torches with great fanfare.
After one hour.
Huangshi Village.
Zhang Heng got out of the car and saw that Huangshi Village was built at the foot of the mountain.
Looking up, every house is brightly lit. Even the stingiest old man is no longer stingy at this moment. He wishes he could light more oil lamps at home to light up the whole yard.
"Who is the village chief?"
Zhang Heng asked the three squires waiting here.
"It's me! It's me."
The village chief had a flattering look on his face: "I am the village chief of Huangshi Village, Li Maocai."
Zhang Heng looked back: "Where is Li Ju?"
Village Chief Li replied tremblingly: "He is at home. I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I didn't let him out."
"snort!"
Zhang Heng snorted coldly: "Now that I know I'm afraid, what have I done?"
"That's what you taught me."
Village Chief Li did not dare to refute, for fear that Zhang Heng would take people away if he became unhappy.
Little did he know that Zhang Heng was not here for him.
A Li family was not worthy of his risking his life to help. He could not just watch more than a thousand people in Huangshi Village being murdered.
"Here comes someone."
"have..."
Zhang Heng glanced at him and pointed forward: "Catch everyone in the village."
"yes."
A group of soldiers rushed forward.
Soon, with cries and cries, more than a thousand people in Huangshi Village were arrested. They looked so miserable that those who didn't know it thought bandits were coming.
"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. If you cry again after I die, just hold it back."
Zhang Heng was furious.
"Chief, all the people have been brought out. Even the old people who can't move, we also carried them out."
Zhang Zhenhu stood at attention and saluted.
"very good."
Zhang Heng looked at the villagers who had their heads lowered and did not dare to look at him, and ordered again: "Everyone, form a group and protect these villagers in the middle."
"yes."
300 soldiers strode out and formed a circle, surrounding more than a thousand villagers.
After completion, Zhang Heng ordered: "Each person was given a small can of cinnabar water, poured it on his head, and wet himself with the cinnabar water. In addition, a dog blood net was given. The soldiers held the blood net and formed a circle. Do not leave any