Zhang Heng had some understanding of blindness, old age, sickness and disability.
The first is Wang Xiazi. He comes from the Zhiduan Sect. He has advanced Qi training skills, can count plum blossoms, and can also do some formations.
Later, Mrs. Zhu Sangu of Dongling River Temple was a disciple of Changbai Mountain.
The one worshiped is the White Immortal, which is the hedgehog.
That hedgehog has five hundred years of Taoism, but it is enough to listen to the Taoism of this kind of spiritual immortal. Humans are the best of all things, and one year of cultivation for a human can be as good as ten years for an animal.
Aunt Zhu San can borrow the power of Bai Xian to exert her strength in the later stage of Qi training.
It's just that this kind of borrowing doesn't last long, after all, the power belongs to others, not one's own.
Zhang, the paper man who keeps coughing, is the successor of the heretical art of paper-tying.
The cultivation base is in the middle stage of Qi training, which is equivalent to Qian Shui.
His paper body is as strong as iron, invulnerable to weapons and can hurt monsters and monsters.
However, he has no means of self-defense, and feeds the paper man with essence and blood. He looks very sick. He is in his thirties, and his body's energy and blood are not as sufficient as those of a person in his fifties and sixties. He probably doesn't have a few more years to live.
The last one, Liu Dayangguo, is a bit hard to understand for Zhang Heng.
Judging from his appearance, he looks like a lame beggar. He holds a big smoking pot in his hand and takes a few puffs when he has nothing to do.
But Zhang Heng saw that he didn't look like a beggar. He was full of aura with every move he made. Only someone who is used to being a master can develop such aura.
His cultivation level is also the highest among the people. He has perfected his Qi training. You must know that it is not easy to practice in these years. There are very few casual practitioners who have perfect Qi training.
After all, a three-mountain Fulu sect like Maoshan only has less than thirty foundation-building monks in total.
Moving on to the next level, talismans, inviting gods, refining elixirs, exorcising corpses, astrological divination, and geomantic omen, there are only three or five foundation-building monks in each lineage, and some of them are Maoshan elders who stay in the sect.
Therefore, among Sanren monks, it is already very remarkable to practice Qi to perfection.
It is more difficult for San people to reach the perfection of Qi training than to produce a foundation-building master from Maoshan. No matter what Maoshan says, it is supported by the heaven and earth, what does San people have.
"Scary ghost!"
The paper man looked sick, and after saying a sentence, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief. Soon everyone could smell the smell of blood.
"Cough cough cough..."
After coughing a few times, the paper man Zhang took back his handkerchief and paid no attention to the blood stains on it: "The evil ghost is not easy to deal with. I traveled all over the country in the early years and dealt with that thing. I luckily escaped with my life. With the strength of the few of us.
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Zhang Heng interrupted: "No need to deal with it, as long as it can be delayed. I have already sent people to Renjia Town to invite my uncle. My uncle is Lin Fengjiao, a true disciple of Maoshan Fulu Sect. If you hurry up, he will be there in five days."
Mr. Qian doesn’t know when he will come back.
To be on the safe side, Zhang Heng thought of Uncle Jiu from Renjia Town, so he sent someone to drive there quickly.
"Five days is not easy to delay."
Aunt Zhu San also spoke: "I have a golden scissor technique. If I can find the body of that thing, it may be possible to delay it for a day or two. If it takes longer, I will be powerless."
"I have plum blossoms to count. If I can set up a magic circle around the village, it should be able to delay it for a day or two." Blind Wang also spoke.
Two days plus two days makes four days.
It's just that four days is not safe, so Zhang Heng looked at Liu Dayangguo and paper figurine Zhang.
"Don't look at me. Let me fight that thing to the death. It will be too difficult for me to delay the time by setting up the tracking array."
Liu Dayanguo shook his head directly.
It seems that the direction of his training focuses on killing, and he is not very good at other categories.
"Maybe I can talk to it."
Seeing that several people were looking at him, the paper man made a surprising statement.
"Talk?"
Zhang Heng was a little confused: "Are you related to it?"
"How can that be possible? I don't even recognize it."
The paper man Zhang explained: "I can distract myself from my paper man. The paper man is Yin, so I will be considered half of the same kind in its eyes. If we talk well, I may be able to stabilize it for a few days."
Everyone was astonished, looking at the face of the paper man with amusement.
The paper man Zhang coughed violently, waved his hands and said: "My paper man is formed from my essence and blood, and is connected to my life. If the paper man is destroyed, I will also lose ten years of my life, so...
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Zhang Heng hated others playing riddles the most, so he urged: "Go on."
The paper man Zhang coughed and said: "When I obtained the secret technique, I acted recklessly and did many foolish things because of my youth."
"As of now, I have only a few years to live. It doesn't really matter whether it's a few days sooner or a few days later. But I still have a wife and children to support at home, so..."
Zhang Heng understood immediately that this meant adding more money.
It was easy to add money. Zhang Heng had plenty of money and said bluntly: "How much do you want?"
"Ten gold bars, a thousand oceans."
There was a rare rosy look on the paper man's face: "This is my life-saving money. As long as you are willing to give it, I am willing to make a contribution in this matter. Of course, I dare not say what the outcome will be. After all, it is a fierce ghost."
This stuff is no joke, but I guarantee it will be worth your money."
"Money, money, money, life is connected."
Seeing that a side sect magician like Paper Man Zhang would not forget to leave a sum of money for his wife and children to settle down at the end of his life, Zhang Heng also had mixed feelings in his heart: "Okay, I promise you, no matter whether this thing is successful or not, this
I will give you all the money, and if your wife and children are willing, I can even bring them to Dagou Town to protect them."
The paper man Zhang didn't speak, he just nodded silently.
Next, everyone started to take action.
The first thing is to look for the place where the Chu Mei people dumped their bodies. It is a pool in the back mountain and it is not difficult to find.
It's just that the pool looks very big, half the size of a football field. According to the villagers, the deepest part is seven or eight meters deep. In such a big place, I don't know if Aunt Zhu San's golden scissors method can work.
"No problem, I just need a Kongming Lantern and hang my golden scissors in the air facing the center of the lake. After I cast the spell, the thing won't be able to come out in a short time."
Aunt Zhu San is full of confidence.
"Okay, you go get ready immediately. We don't have much time and we can't waste it." Zhang Heng nodded.
Soon, Aunt Zhu San took action.
A two-meter-tall Kongming lantern, like a hot-air balloon, appeared in the middle of the pool.
There is a pair of golden scissors hanging below, and there are seven colorful ropes tied around the Kongming Lantern, divided into seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. With the Kongming Lantern as the center, it extends to the surrounding shores.
From a distance, the Kongming lanterns and colorful flags blocked the entire waterhole.
call!!
A black wind blew in the pool.
Visible to the naked eye, the golden scissors flashed twice, and the black wind split into two and dissipated invisible.
"It's done!"
Aunt Zhu San smiled brightly: "Please build an altar for me on the shore. I will be on the altar day and night in the past two days to bless the divine mantras."
"no problem."
While Zhang Heng agreed, he glanced at the golden scissors in the center of the pool.
This thing looks shiny and golden, and it doesn't look like a common thing. I don't know where Mrs. Zhu San got this precious thing.
A little.
The altar was set up, and Aunt Zhu San sat in the middle of the altar and muttered words.
Everyone looked from a distance and saw not Aunt Zhu San, but a half-human-tall hedgehog with a majestic appearance, a lotus seal in his hand, and sitting on the altar.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng was filled with curiosity and couldn't help but think about it.
Hedgehogs have five claws and can make magic seals. Snakes have no claws. What should Aunt Zhu San do if she worships a snake fairy?
As if aware of his thoughts.
The hedgehog turned his head and glared at him, as if to say: "Do you want to take care of it?"