Zhang Henghe Wuxin lay happily on the bed, looking very free and unrestrained.
"Master, have you been to many places?"
"Yes, I have traveled to many places including Korea and Fusang in the east, Siberia in the north, Indonesia in the south, and Greece and Egypt in the west."
"Which is the most fun?"
"In Western Xinjiang, the desert oases make me linger, and the water of Tianchi Lake seems to be able to cleanse my soul."
"Where's Xi Zang?"
"What do you say over there? The plateau area is actually not as good as here."
"So that's it. By the way, master, which temple did you practice in before?"
"Hahu, hahu..."
"Grandmaster?"
Zhang Heng looked up and found that Wu Xin had fallen asleep.
"I fell asleep pretty quickly."
Zhang Heng took out the paper ghost, shook it in his hand, and thought to himself: "You are responsible for my combat power. If you can't recover, you will be in trouble."
"Taoist Priest, what you have in your hand seems to be something evil!"
An unintentional voice came to my ears.
"Master, aren't you asleep?"
Zhang Heng looked sideways.
"The poor monk woke up when he sensed something evil."
Wu Xin answered while looking at the paper figurine in Zhang Heng's hand: "This thing of yours is a bit interesting!"
"Yes, this is a heretical method, sealing ghosts into paper figures and turning them into paper ghosts for you to drive. It is not common in the world."
When Zhang Heng said this, he shook the paper ghost in his hand again: "Unfortunately, my paper ghost was seriously injured and has fallen into a deep sleep. I don't know when it will recover."
"Let me see."
Wuxin said and closed his eyes.
"Um?"
Zhang Heng suddenly felt like he was being spied on. Looking at Wu Xin who closed his eyes and said nothing, he whispered: "Dharma Eye?"
"Oh my God!"
Wu Xin suddenly screamed and jumped up from the bed.
Zhang Heng was frightened by his voice: "Master, why are you so surprised?"
Wuxin opened his eyes, his eyes full of lingering fear: "I saw someone sleeping inside. I called her, and when she raised her head, I almost scared me to death."
Forehead...
Zhang Heng did not answer this question.
Because even if he has been getting along day and night, sometimes he will be startled when he meets Chu Meiren.
Speaking of which, Chu beauties can change.
I just don't know why, but she likes to use her most terrifying look. Maybe it's because she has been hurt before and lacks a sense of security.
"Although I only had a glimpse, I also saw some clues."
"If my guess is correct, it should have been injured by the secret technique of the soul, so it is languid and unable to even respond to your call."
What Monk Wu Xin said was clear-cut.
"Master, you guessed it right, it's the secret technique of the soul."
Zhang Heng recalled the scene when he fought with Yue Qiluo, and said in a deep voice: "Yue Qiluo's eyes can bloom with red light. Once illuminated by this red light, my paper ghost was seriously injured in an instant. If the master fights against Yue Qiluo, Qian
Be careful with her eyes."
Monk Wuxin didn't care about this and continued to talk about the paper ghost: "If you carry it with you like this, I'm afraid it will be far away from recovery. I have a suggestion. It's better to choose a dark place and bury it underneath.
That way it might recover faster."
When Zhang Heng heard this, he thought it made sense: "Ghosts are extremely yin things. It is indeed very beneficial to be raised in the yin place. I will give it a try when the train arrives at Linji and I have finished the work at hand."
Two days later.
The train pulled into Linji Station, and Linji from the three eastern provinces arrived.
There are no buses these days. You can only take a horse-drawn carriage wherever you want to go.
When he heard that Zhang Heng was going to Shurong Village in Tu'an County, the driver of the carriage shook his head repeatedly because it was too far and the road was not smooth these days.
"It's yours. If the coachman doesn't pull you, you just buy the carriage. Is this the world of the rich?"
Wuxin drove the carriage and kept mumbling: "Why do you need to come here by yourself? Why don't you find someone you trust and give him some money to come over? You are so rich anyway."
"The third aunt died because of me. I promised her that I would personally send her back to her roots. I can't break my promise."
Although Zhang Heng is not a saint.
But one thing is that he never breaks the promises he makes easily. He is a man who can do what he says.
In his view, if a person cannot even keep his word in this life, he has failed as a human being.
Three days later.
The carriage drove quickly and slowly, and finally arrived at Shurong Village in Antu County.
This is a small mountain village located at the foot of Changbai Mountain. There are not many people and it looks very poor.
"Uncle, I want to ask you something. Is there an old Zhu family in the village?"
"Yes, yes, there are two apple trees planted at the door."
Under the guidance of the uncle, Zhang Heng found Lao Zhu's family.
When I knocked on the door, it was a young man who opened the door.
At the mention of Aunt Zhu San, the young man was stunned for a while, shook his head and said: "I don't have such a person in my family!"
"Wrong one?"
Wu Xin asked while sitting in the carriage.
"No way!"
Zhang Heng looked at the young man.
Aunt Zhu San left home at an early age and stayed away for decades.
The young man looks like he is only 18 or 19 years old. If the elders in the family don't mention it, where will he go?
"Are there any elderly people at home?"
Zhang Heng said bluntly: "It was Aunt Zhu San who asked us to come. She is from your Zhu family and lives in Shurong Village."
"I'm going to invite my grandpa."
The young man entered the door.
After a while, they helped out an old man in his sixties or seventies who was huddled in a big cotton-padded jacket.
"Old man, we were called by Aunt Zhu San. Third Aunt, not the mushrooms. Think about it, do you have any impressions?"
The old man has a slight back, and his voice was too low to be heard.
"Third aunt?"
The old man thought for a while: "I have a third aunt who left home when I was young. It must have been fifty or sixty years ago."
"That's right."
Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "Third Auntie has passed away. Before she left, she asked me to bring her ashes. By the way, there is also a thousand yuan in silver notes. It is a little bit of my kindness. Please keep it."
"A thousand oceans worth of silver notes cannot be used."
The old man shook his head repeatedly.
Zhang Heng took the old man's hand and said loudly: "Why can't I use it? They are Rishengchang's banknotes and can be redeemed nationwide, so I can use them."
After saying that, Zhang Heng looked at the young man and the dilapidated yard: "Let's go back and build a new house, find a wife for my son, and buy dozens of acres of land..."
"With dozens of acres of land, does that mean he is no longer a landlord?"
The young man was overjoyed: "Grandpa, please accept the money quickly."
"Take it, take it, take it, you big-headed devil."
The old man resolutely pushed the banknote back: "That's my third aunt. She is no longer outside. Please bring it back. This is the benefactor of my Zhu family. How can I ask for your money? I can't do it, old man."
Although I don’t have much ability, I haven’t starved this big family to death, so I can’t ask for this money anyway.”
Zhang Heng invited him again and again, but the old man refused.
Zhang Heng had no choice but to leave all kinds of food and fur coats on the carriage. The old man did not refuse these miscellaneous things.
After Zhang Heng left, the old man took out his fur coat and pawned it for sixty pounds of millet, and gave the young man a wife.
Although the family is not rich and powerful, their small life is enjoyable and peaceful.