Beating gongs and drums, running around to tell each other.
“A zombie lair was discovered on Beiwang Mountain. Zhang Heng, the Taoist priest, collapsed the mountain in anger, solving the town’s serious problem in one fell swoop.”
“There was a Corpse King on Beiwang Mountain. Taoist Zhang Heng struck the mountain with lightning and even the mountain collapsed.”
"A drought demon appeared on Beiwang Mountain. Taoist Zhang Heng invited heavenly soldiers and generals to fight. After a fierce battle, the mountain fell."
“Taoist Master Zhang Heng is a god of heaven. He spits out thunderbolts and shakes Beiwang Mountain down with one breath.”
…
Where is Zhang Heng?
Carrying two bottles of lotus white, I was leisurely walking up the mountain.
The poem says: "I have turned my heart to the bright moon, and wealth and honor are with me like floating clouds."
What kind of welcome from the common people?
What kind of country squire’s three banquets and five invitations?
What flowers, applause, cheers, worship.
Zhang Heng didn't care at all. Even Liu Qi, who had a dead cousin, a pretty girl, and a filial piety, could only make him look brighter, and it was impossible to mess with his heart.
tons tons tons...
Open the lotus white and take a few sips.
Zhang Heng lit the heater in the room, sat on the futon, and began to examine himself.
A trip to Beiwang Mountain.
Although I didn’t fight the zombies head-on, I did a good job.
It also confirms his point of view. To deal with zombies, you don’t necessarily have to use a mahogany sword, nor do you have to fight for 300 rounds.
As the saying goes: A black cat or a white cat is a good cat if it can catch mice.
It doesn’t even need to be a cat, as long as it can catch mice, a dog can do it too.
“To summarize, although zombies are said to have copper skin and iron bones, they are extremely powerful.”
"But its shortcomings are obvious. Its tangible body must be overcome by physics. Even if it is made of iron, it cannot withstand the bombardment of cannons, just like the armored corpse of Da Luo Dao that was blown to pieces.
"
“So it’s relatively easy for me to deal with this kind of tangible thing.”
"Of course, these methods may not work for ordinary zombies, zombies like flying zombies and drought demons that can fly in the sky and escape from the earth, and have their own magical powers."
“Take the mountain explosion as an example.”
“The Drought Demon is not afraid of the sun at all. If I mess with it, it will rush out and tear me to pieces as soon as possible.”
“Although Fei Zhan is afraid of sunlight, it can fly into the sky and escape from the ground. It can hide under the ground during the day and cannot come out at all. It is impossible to find it in the vast vastness of the earth.”
“At night, when you come out, it comes and goes like the wind. Even if you plant a bomb in advance, it’s hard to say whether it can affect it. When encountering these two levels of zombies, it’s best to walk around them.”
The more Zhang Heng thought, the more cautious he became.
The air of being an old zombie without even showing his face gradually faded away in this kind of introspection.
April...
The weather has started to warm up.
Pushing the door open in the morning, Zhang Heng found that the snow on the mountain had melted a lot and the trees had begun to sprout.
Zhang Heng ate breakfast, released the paper ghost from the talisman seal box, and admired the scene of the earth's rejuvenation together.
“Zhang Xiaozi...”
After watching for a while, Zhang Heng heard a familiar call.
Looking back, I saw that the third concubine was indeed here.
“Third Aunt, you are here.”
Zhang Heng greeted her with a smile, picked up the third aunt and put her on the table, and brought her two small tomatoes the size of thumbs.
"well..."
The Third Auntie lost her appetite and sighed: "I just received news that the monk and Yue Qiluo were fighting in Hemo, and both sides suffered losses. The monk was rescued by us, and Yue Qiluo disappeared again."
"Disappeared?"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
"yes."
The third aunt speculated: "She may have discovered that we were helping Monk Wuxin find her. After disappearing, I'm afraid she won't return to the three northern provinces. And outside the three northern provinces, we spirit immortals are weak and weak, so I'm afraid we can't help."
Nothing to do with you."
Zhang Heng consoled him: "It's me who has caused trouble for you. Yue Qiluo, an old witch, is a wise woman. Let her know that you are helping me, and I'm afraid she will cause trouble for you again."
"I'm not afraid of that. The three northern provinces are the base camp of our spirit immortals. She, Yue Qiluo, can't be as arrogant as she wants."
The third concubine was full of confidence and did not care about Yue Qiluo's revenge.
Zhang Heng felt relieved when he saw this, and asked about the monk again: "Is the monk seriously injured?"
"this..."
The Third Auntie was a bit confused: "When we found him, all the bones in his upper body were shattered. Logically speaking, he should be dead. But after we carried him back, we found that he seemed to be fine and his bones had begun to heal."
Special physique?
Zhang Heng thought of this word immediately.
Because in Maoshan, Uncle Shi Jian from the Fulu lineage has a special physique and is naturally close to thunder and lightning.
The power of thunder in his hands is 30% higher than that used by others.
Three percent may not sound like much, but it is actually enough to make people invincible at the same level and allow them to fight across levels.
“Third Aunt, did the monk say anything to me?”
“As he said, he asked us to tell you that after he recovers from his injuries, he will continue to hunt Yue Qiluo, and we may not see each other again in a short period of time.”
"He also said that he lied to you about something. He is not a monk, and he is not from the Snowy Mountains."
“How is it specific? He will tell you the truth next time we meet, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
Hearing this, Zhang Heng muttered: "Sure enough!"
No matter how people change, some habits will never change.
Wuxin neither practices Zen nor meditates. Zhang Heng has long suspected that he is not a monk.
Of course, a fake monk, but a real strange person.
Zhang Heng saw Yue Qiluo's power with his own eyes, and Wu Xin was able to chase her down. Her abilities were extraordinary.
“Zhang boy, the message has been brought to you. If you are fine, I will leave.”
“One more thing.”
After the paper ghost recovered, it was time for Zhang Heng to go back.
I didn’t leave because I was waiting for news from Wu Xin.
Now that the news has arrived, we also know that Wu Xin is recuperating in Hemo, Yue Qiluo is nowhere to be found, and there is no point in staying here any longer.
“Third Aunt, please give Wuxin a message, saying that I am returning to the south.”
“Whenever you come to the south, you must come to Yangjiang to find me. I am very easy to inquire about in Yangjiang.”
Zhang Heng said this.
Looked at Third Auntie again, thought for a while, and took out a sack of ocean from the house: "Third Aunt, you can take this sack of ocean. If you are greedy, take a piece of ocean to a farmer's house to exchange for some wine and meat."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Heng considered that it was not safe and said: "It's better not to go to the farmer's house. If you get drunk and encounter a malicious idiot, you may lose your life."
In some folklore, spirits that appear in front of people often end up miserable.
Zhang Heng has read such a story.
A farmer at the foot of the mountain runs an orchard, and an old woman comes to buy fruit every night.
One day, I happened to catch up with a farmer to make wine at his home, so he refused and drank a few glasses.
Who would have thought that the old woman was so drunk that she fell to the ground drunkenly after walking a few steps, revealing her true form, which turned out to be a red fox with a flaming red body.
Needless to say later, he was killed with a hoe, skinned and sold for money.
Zhang Heng asked himself, a snow-white hedgehog like Third Taigu was also very rare.
Although it is not as expensive as the red fox, anyone with a discerning eye will know it is worth money at a glance.
If this guy is drunk and beaten to death with a hoe, where can he go to reason with him?
So after thinking about it, Zhang Heng took back his previous words and warned: "Whatever you want to eat, you should go to the disciple's hall with a piece of ocean in your mouth. We have money. Who thinks you are not a treasure and cannot respect it?"
The Third Aunt thought about it and did not refuse.
Not to mention the distance, she has lived in the south for many years, and her favorite food is longan and lychee.
It is not cheap to transport these two kinds of fruits to the north. If you get greedy later, you can't ask your disciples to buy some. That would be a loss of face.
It’s different when you have money.
Just tell me what you want to eat. We have money, and we don’t care about anyone’s face.
“Okay, I get it.”
The Third Auntie nodded in agreement, and then said: "My leader is planning to open a church in Changchun. If you need anything from me in the future, you can write or send a telegram to Bingying Hall in Changchun. I will go there as well."
Zhang Heng bowed his head and said: "Blessings and blessings are immeasurable to the Heavenly Lord."
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ps: Tomorrow morning, 10,000 words will be updated.