Li Bingheng, the governor of Shandong, led tens of thousands of officers and soldiers to encircle Daluo Road.
The sound of gunfire in Ma Liangji was like rain and the sound of cannon was like thunder.
The Daluo Taoist master and the Dharma kings led the believers to resist vigorously, but in the end they were like a wave under the times, unable to withstand the torrent of the times.
Even the bronze-armored corpse, the treasure of the Daluo Daozhen sect, was blown into powder by the continuous bombardment of hundreds of red cannons.
It doesn't matter whether you are a good man or woman, a heretical person who has cultivated magic power, or a great Luo Dharma King who commands thousands of people, you will still die if you get shot in the chest.
Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of Zhou Xingxing's movie "Domestic 007".
There was a scene in that movie where Zhou Xingxing was a prisoner and there were a group of death row inmates who were about to be executed.
One of them, who knew Qinggong, shouted loudly before the execution, jumped ten meters high, stepped on his left foot with his right foot and flew away. In the end... he was shot down by a rocket launcher.
"Times have changed, and cultivating Taoism is a dead end."
Liu Dayanguo shook his head and said.
"Cultivation of roads leads to a dead end."
The paper man Zhang also followed suit.
After saying that, everyone looked at Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng did not answer.
He has a sign-in system. This year he signs in the Republic of China plane, but next year he can’t sign in the Song Dynasty plane?
Liu Bowen's slaying of the dragon happened at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. If he went to an earlier Taoist world that was not banned, he should have the hope of eternal life.
Smoke pot Liu, paper man Zhang, their road has come to an end.
Even the ascetics in this world today have lost their spiritual energy and their journey has ended, and they will not live forever.
Zhang Heng is different. He has a sign-in system, Xiaoyan with hope, and the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning.
If it doesn't work in one year, then two years; if it doesn't work in two years, then three years.
He is successful in cultivating Taoism and can easily live a hundred and twelve years. Even if he waits for fifty years, he may not be able to wait for a hundred years.
Monthly sign once a month and annual sign once a year.
He didn't believe that his face was so dark. After dozens or hundreds of times, he couldn't sign for a spiritual plane with a higher level than that of the Republic of China.
"Eat, eat."
No one said anything more.
When they were young, none of them were arrogant and arrogant. They only thought that Zhang Heng was still young. When they were at their age, they would understand everything.
What kind of Taoism and practice?
It's all bullshit. It's true that if you have wine today, you'll be drunk the next. Drink two ounces today and half a pound tomorrow. That's what life is.
Different road non-phase plan.
Zhang Heng also saw what a few people were thinking, so he didn't say anything more on this matter.
Eating hot pot and singing songs.
After a while, everyone returned to their respective tents and fell asleep. After all, there were still things to do in the evening.
Zhang Heng didn't sleep.
After all, he was young and not sleeping for a day or two would have no effect, so he called Zhang Zhenhu.
"Prepare the car, I have to go back to town and prepare some things."
Zhang Heng glanced at the water pool in the distance, decided to return to the town, locked himself in the room, returned to reality, and prepared some dry goods.
...night...
Time flies and it's night again.
Everyone stood behind the altar and looked at Aunt Zhu San who was performing the ritual on the altar. Then they looked at the sky and murmured: "The stars are dim tonight and the moon is extra round. This is not a good sign."
The sun is yang and the moon is yin.
The moon is round and bright, and the yin energy will be heavier than usual. The person under the water may be tempted to move out.
"It's going to be hard tonight."
As soon as Liu Dayanguo opened his mouth, everyone fell silent.
After all, he was a Foundation-Building monk back then, and he was born in Daluo Dao and traveled all over the world, so his words were very important.
"How about I send the paper man down and stabilize it first?"
The paper man opened his mouth.
His paper man can communicate with yin and yang, and in the eyes of ghosts, he can be regarded as half of his own people.
Although Chu Meiren transformed into a fierce ghost, the way she became a fierce ghost was relatively accidental. She was not an orthodox ghost cultivator, so she should not be able to see through the disguise of the paper man.
"It's good to be steady."
Liu Dayanguo smoked a dry cigarette: "Today the third wife's condition is obviously not as good as yesterday. We can see it, and the thing can also see it. Once we take action, it will be difficult for us to deal with it, so it is best not to fight. If we really want to fight,
, but also save it for the last two days.”
Zhang Heng once said that he sent people to Renjia Town to hire experts, and it would take five days.
The first three days are easy, but in the next two days, that thing may have lost its patience and will definitely charge into the formation by force.
When the time comes, there will be some flashes of swords and swords, so if you have the strength, you should save it for then.
Whoosh!!
The paper man made a hand and chanted a mantra, and a palm-sized paper man crawled out from under his clothes.
This paper figure looked as white as jade, and I don’t know what material it was made of. After entering the water, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"The yin energy under the pool is very heavy, and you can vaguely see a theater. There are many dead souls imprisoned in the theater, and it seems that they are all captured by it to listen to the play."
The paper figures sit cross-legged on the ground. They seem to share the line of sight with the paper figures, telling the secrets of the water.
"A theater?" Zhang Heng looked grave: "This is about to evolve into a ghost realm. Fortunately, we didn't rush into the water, otherwise its behavior would be even more impressive underwater."
Zhang Heng just finished speaking here.
The paper man Zhang suddenly screamed: "Ah, my paper man!"
puff!!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and when Blind Wang was about to help the paper man Zhang, he spit him all over his face.
"Zhiren Zhang, Zhiren Zhang!"
Even after shouting several times, the paper man Zhang didn't respond.
Everyone hurried forward to check, and after a while they looked at each other: "He's dead!"
Gululu...
Along with the bubbles, a paper man with his head bit off floated up.
Looking at the lines of the paper man's clothes, they are clearly the same as those of the paper man.
"careful!"
Aunt Zhu San shouted in surprise, calling everyone's attention back from the paper man Zhang.
Enter the eyes.
The pool of water rolled outwards, and a woman with long hair covering her face and wearing a dark blue opera robe stood up from the water.
"go!"
Aunt Zhu San is worthy of being an old lady. She didn't panic when she saw Chu Beauty. With a finger in her hand, the golden scissors hanging on the Kongming Lantern automatically fell off and whizzed over.
Chu Meiren waved her sleeves and robe with both hands, and the robe rolled towards the golden scissors.
Zhang Heng recognized this move. The night before, Qian Shui slashed it with a mahogany sword. Chu Meiren used her sleeve robe to roll it up. The mahogany sword was swept away with just one roll. This move seemed to be able to collect magic weapons.
Whoosh!
Without waiting for Zhang Heng to say a word of warning, the golden scissors rushed into Chu Meiren's sleeves.
The next second, with a 'pop' sound, a big hole was poked out of Chu Meiren's sleeve, and the golden scissors went straight to her face.
Ding!!
Chu Meiren stretched out her hand to stop her.
The nails collided with the golden scissors, and the next moment his right hand shook, and they bounced away like an electric shock. It did not melt directly in the hand like the iron-iron demon-slaying sword.
"What a baby!"
Everyone is a discerning person, and they knew at the first sight that this pair of scissors was extraordinary, and that it could become a treasure in a small sect.
If a foundation-building Taoist priest has a systematic inheritance of skills and a treasure of this level, he can start a sect and become the founder.
Don't talk about it far away, with three or five palaces, six or seven sects, and eight or nine Taoist boys, buy a hill, set up a sign, and find a sect to affiliate with, and your job will be secured for a lifetime.
"Third Auntie is indeed an old-timer, she has a lot of stuff in her hands."
Zhang Heng admired the third aunt's golden scissors.
Although Xu Zhenren's Taoist temple also has the treasure of the temple, the five-color and five-square flag brought down from Maoshan Mountain, the flag is too targeted and has no lethality. The third aunt's golden sword and scissors look more domineering.
What's more, Xu Zhen is only middle-aged, and Zhang Heng wants to wait for him for a hundred years to inherit the five-color and five-square flag from his hands.
Whoosh!!
Aunt Zhu San stood on the altar and gestured, the golden knife and scissors flew up and down under her control, and she soon fought with Chu Meiren for more than ten rounds.
Just when everyone was thinking that Beauty Chu wouldn't be able to gain much advantage over the Third Aunt, they saw it suddenly open its mouth and spurt out a mouthful of black blood at the flying golden knife and scissors.
Sizzling...
Being sprayed with black blood, the golden knife was covered with black smoke and fell into the water with a plop.
at the same time.
The ritual instrument was contaminated, and Aunt Zhu San on the altar was spitting out blood. Her body twisted, staggered back a few steps, and fell down from the altar.
"Third Aunt!"
Liu Dayanguo was shocked. He never expected that Aunt Zhu San, who was standing in the upper hand, would be destroyed by Chu Meiren in an instant.
At this time, it was too late to think of support. Seeing the Chu beauty appearing on the shore, he could only roar, picked up his pipe and pot, and rushed forward.
"Help me, blind man!"
Liu Dayanguo was lame on one leg, leaning on a crutch with his left hand, and waving the pot with his right hand to fight with Chu Meiren.
Although Blind Wang is blind, he is not blind in mind. With his wise heart and nose that can hear Sanli, he has an indescribable dexterity in dodging and moving.
"Third Aunt, are you okay?"
While the two were fighting with Chu Meiren, Zhang Heng quickly helped the third aunt up.
"I'm old, and that beast broke the magic weapon again. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive."
The third aunt's face was as golden as paper, and she held Zhang Heng's hand tightly: "I have something to ask you. My home is in Shurong Village at the foot of Changbai Mountain. If you have a chance, please send my ashes back."
Zhang Heng turned to look at Chu Meiren, nodded and said: "You are a pioneer, a shaman general, and you died because of me today. I promise you that as long as I don't die today, I will definitely bring your ashes back to Changbai Mountain."
."
Hearing this, Aunt Zhu San showed a smile and forced herself to speak: "Golden knife, gold..."