Speaking of which, Monk Wuxin does have some skills. On this cold day, the ground is as frozen as iron. Even if he calls four strong men over, they probably won't be able to dig three graves in one day.
Monk Wu Xin was able to dig four or five digs a day, as if he could never use up all his strength. Zhang Heng was amazed to see this.
"Monk, how did you get this strength? You can work with a pickaxe for a whole day. If you go to the train station to carry sandbags, you will bankrupt the railway company?"
Looking at the unintentional monk who finished his work and ate meat, Zhang Heng felt a little strange.
"The poor monk is born with supernatural power and can pull two oxen upside down."
Monk Wuxin said lightly.
"Pull two cows down!"
Zhang Heng was amazed.
This monk is quite powerful. The Purple-faced King in the Tang Dynasty is said to be the king of the vast sea, but he is only pulling three bulls.
This monk seemed to have thin arms and legs, but he was surprisingly strong. He was almost as strong as those great generals in history books who conquered great changes with thousands of armies.
"correct."
Zhang Heng thought of another thing: "Monk, we have known each other for a long time. In these days, apart from hearing you shout a few words about Infinite Buddha, why haven't I seen you meditating?"
"Forehead..."
Monk Wuxin was speechless for a moment and argued: "The Buddha is in the heart and is not limited to the form."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Heng was doubtful.
Meditating and chanting sutras in the morning and evening is a compulsory course for both Buddhism and Taoism. If he remembered correctly, the same is true for Tantric Buddhism on the Snow Mountain. Unless there are special circumstances, I have never heard of anyone not having to do morning meditation.
But before I could ask any more questions, Aunt Zhu San, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, came again in the form of a hedgehog.
"Zhang boy."
The white hedgehog looks naive and walks unsteadily.
You know, Zhang Heng lives in the ancestral hall on the top of the mountain. After climbing all the way up, the third wife must have suffered from old sins.
"Third Aunt, why are you here?"
Seeing the white hedgehog, Zhang Heng stopped talking to the monk and asked, "Have you found the whereabouts of Yue Qiluo?"
"Exactly."
The white hedgehog sat on the ground with a serious look on his face: "That Yue Qiluo is really good at hiding. We went back and forth, and we searched most of the three northern provinces before we found her traces in Hemo."
Hear the sound.
Zhang Heng looked at Monk Wuxin.
The monk wiped the oil from his mouth, drank the wine in the glass, stood up and said: "Now that I have found the evildoer, I won't stay any longer, monk. I just want to go down the mountain as soon as possible to get rid of this evildoer and restore peace to the world."
Zhang Heng knew that this matter was important.
One day later will allow Yue Qiluo to recover one point more.
Two or three months have passed since the time of escape. It cannot be said that because of being sealed for a hundred years, the strength has been restored to a certain extent. The monk is right to hurry up.
"Monk, please wait for me."
Zhang Heng went to the back room and quickly came out with a package: "Now that you're gone, there's nothing I can do to help you. Just take this package. It should be able to help you."
"What's this?"
Seeing that Zhang Heng said it solemnly, Monk Wuxin took it carefully.
When he opened it, he found that there was half a bag of ocean inside. He was stunned and said: "Money!"
"yes!"
Zhang Heng said earnestly: "If you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, you can't walk from here to Hemo. How long will it take you to walk?"
"Similarly, it's free to take a train or hire a carriage. With these oceans here, you can concentrate on dealing with Yue Qiluo and don't have to worry about other things."
Monk Wuxin was stunned for a while.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that what Zhang Heng said made sense, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that as a monk, I would still be unable to live without this yellow and white thing. No wonder the Buddha had to practice the golden body."
Zhang Heng did not accept the words and only said: "That old witch is very clever. Master, you must be more careful when you go."
"Go, go."
Monk Wuxin is also free and easy.
He put the package on his back and waved, just like when the two met for the first time, they came and left gently.
"hope everything is fine."
Zhang Heng looked at Monk Wuxin's back and thought to himself: "That old witch has a deep connection with me. If Monk can take her in, it will relieve my worries."
"Huh!"
Just after thinking about it, Zhang Heng suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.
When I lowered my head and saw the white hedgehog sitting on the ground taking a nap, I suddenly realized: "The mountain is so high, we should let the monks take the Third Aunt down the mountain."
"Third Aunt, Third Aunt?"
Zhang Heng called twice.
"Who?"
The third aunt woke up leisurely, glanced at Zhang Heng in front of her, and then looked to the side: "Where is the monk?"
"Already going down the mountain."
Zhang Heng opened his mouth to answer.
"That's good."
The third aunt looked sleepy: "Hedgehogs have the habit of hibernating. My physical instinct has violated my body's instinct, so I won't stay any longer. I will have to sleep more later."
Whoosh!!
The white hedgehog rolled itself into a ball, rolled down, and turned into a white ball rolling down the mountain.
In the blink of an eye.
The third aunt arrived at the foot of the mountain ahead of the monk, leaving only a trail of crushed snow.
"So it can still be like this?"
Zhang Heng was surprised by what he saw and muttered: "I've learned a lot."
...night...
"Monk, it's time to eat!"
When the meal was ready, Zhang Heng shouted subconsciously.
After shouting, he remembered that the monk had gone down the mountain in the afternoon, and he was the only one left on the mountain.
"Humans are indeed creatures of habit. After spending more than ten days together, I have almost become accustomed to having a monk around me."
Zhang Heng sighed and shook his head.
time flies.
In a flash, the monk had been gone for half a month.
It's February, and the weather in the three northern provinces is still very cold.
Three days ago, it snowed heavily outside.
The snow was very thick, as high as half a person, and blocked the door.
Zhang Heng is from the south, and it was the first time in his life that he saw such heavy snow.
On a whim, I piled the snow at the door into a snowman and wasted a whole morning...
Mid February.
The third aunt came again and told Zhang Heng good news.
Monk Wuxin found Yue Qiluo, and the two sides initially fought, with the monk repelling Yue Qiluo.
Unfortunately, it was a busy city at the time, and the monk did not dare to pursue her too closely, fearing that Yue Qiluo would take action against the people around her, so she ran away.
Hearing this, Zhang Heng felt a little at ease.
It doesn't matter if you didn't catch up, there will be next time.
If the monk can win once, he will definitely win the second time. Zhang Heng has confidence in him.
Come on, monk!!
Early March.
Zhang Heng went down the mountain and sent a telegram home to report that he was safe.
There's not much to say, just trivial things. In summary, everything is fine.
Mid-March.
boom!!
On this day, Zhang Heng was sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain, meditating and practicing Qi facing the rising sun.
He only heard a roar in the distance, a pit exploded in the back mountain, and then a black shadow rushed towards him quickly.
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Heng laughed heartily.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, a black shadow fell on the palm of his hand. Who else could it be but a paper ghost recovering from his injuries?
"Have you recovered?"
Zhang Heng shook his right hand.
The paper ghost fluttered on his hand like a butterfly, flying between his index and middle fingers for a while, then holding his thumb and spinning around, looking extremely happy.
"Just recover."
Zhang Heng was happy at first.
A little, the smile on his face faded, and there was a cold look in his eyes: "The old witch who injured us is being chased by the monk. She won't be arrogant for much longer. It's a pity that I am too weak to avenge this with my own hands."
The paper ghost shook his hands, as if he didn't want to take it to heart anymore.
With a smile on Zhang Heng's face, he pinched the paper ghost, put it in the lining pocket of his clothes, and whispered: "Let's not be bullied anymore, okay?"
The paper ghost emerged from his neck.
She looked at him, and then clapped her hands happily.