"It's like morning dew, it will be more bitter when it goes away."
Uncle Jiu was not a big drinker, so he drank two jugs of old wine and insisted on reciting a poem to Zhang Heng.
"Uncle, you can still recite poems. I haven't accompanied you yet. Come on, let's continue drinking."
Another three pots of old wine.
Zhang Heng looked around and saw no sign of Uncle Jiu.
I looked under the table and saw that Uncle Jiu had completely stopped eating, muttering: "I want to ride, ride the wind, return, return... burp!"
"Cousin, help Uncle Jiu to rest in the side room of the Taoist temple."
Zhang Heng's face was slightly red, and he seemed to be fine.
"Okay patriarch."
Zhang Zhentian supported Uncle Jiu and murmured to Uncle Jiu as he walked: "Uncle Jiu, I can't go home. You can't go anywhere today. I'll help you go back to your room to rest."
Watching the two of them leave.
Zhang boldly scratched his head: "Senior brother, I know you are the reincarnation of Hailiang, the Water Dragon King, but you can't drink like this. If you drink your uncle, how will you explain it to your master when you come back?"
Uncle Jiu spent his life slaying demons and defending the Tao, but how could he be so ridiculous when he was drunk to death on the wine table?
The new brother-in-law came to visit, and my father-in-law did not do this to me.
"You think I do!"
Zhang Heng stretched out a finger.
The thing hidden in his arms turned into a paper ghost, and Chu Meiren, who was trying to get out of the collar, pressed it back: "If it's not for this, can this thing be seen by the master uncle?"
Zhang boldly looked at the paper ghost and couldn't help but shudder when he thought of how terrifying it was.
"Wait until evening, invite all the prominent people in the town, hold nine tables in the backyard of the Taoist temple, and introduce Uncle Master to everyone."
Zhang Heng took a sip of tea and added: "By the way, didn't some people come to see Master for Feng Shui before the Taoist temple?"
"We can't wait for this kind of thing. Uncle Master is here now. Please introduce the pilgrim to Uncle Master and ask Uncle Master to help you take a look first."
"This is repeated for three to five days..."
Before Zhang Heng could say anything more, Zhang Dadan figured it out and said happily: "If you repeat this for three to five days, it's time for your uncle to leave. Senior brother, no one will know about your raising ghosts."
"Is there really no one?"
Zhang Heng looked at Zhang DaDa.
Zhang Dabao was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth and said: "Brother, I am an upright person and have a very strict mouth. If no one asks me, I will definitely not tell anything."
"Anyone asked?"
"If someone asks, you may not be able to tell."
"Um?"
"I mean, if I don't say it, how will others know that I know it? If I know it, how can I hold back from saying it?"
The more Zhang DaDa spoke, the more panicked he became. He said that he didn't know what he was going to say anymore. He quickly changed his words and said, "Brother, actually, you don't have to take it too seriously. We are in the lineage of inviting gods, and controlling ghosts is our special skill.
What's the difference between not letting us raise ghosts and not letting people chase corpses away, and not letting people show Feng Shui to others? If you take that thing and use it to do more good deeds in the future, it's too late for the teachers to be happy."
Zhang Hengyin continued to scare Zhang DaDa with a sullen face: "Really?"
Zhang Dadan said with a mournful face: "Senior brother, just trust me once."
"Hmph!"
Zhang Heng snorted coldly: "If my uncle knows that I raise ghosts, no matter whether you said it or not, I will take it as such. When the time comes, you will be happy for yourself."
After saying that, Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows again: "Clean the table, wait for me to do it?"
"Don't dare, don't dare."
Zhang Dadeng went back to his busy work.
"When will you take me to the provincial capital?"
As soon as Zhang boldly went out, the paper ghost flew out with a swish.
"Just wait a few more days. When my uncle leaves, I will take you to the provincial capital after arranging things at home."
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he grabbed the paper man in his hand and stuffed it back into his clothes: "Don't run around when you have nothing to do, you will scare people."
night.
Nine tables were opened in the Taoist temple, and all the prominent people in the town came.
Uncle Jiu, who had just sobered up, was pulled to the wine table again. Zhang Heng led everyone to praise him, and Uncle Jiu's wrinkles disappeared from his smile, not to mention how much he gained face.
No wonder.
Don't look at the monk's face but look at the Buddha's face. Zhang Heng is the host, let alone his uncle.
Even if you invite a deer and point to it and say it is a white dragon horse, everyone will only applaud it.
"Ah Heng, you fellows are really nice. When you come to Renjia Town when you have the opportunity in the future, I will treat you well."
Zhang Heng was in an older grade and was not his apprentice. Uncle Jiu did not treat him as a child and spoke more casually.
"Okay, uncle, I will definitely go later."
Zhang Heng agreed immediately.
In the next few days, Uncle Jiu was either drinking tea and playing chess, or attending banquets with others.
When he had free time, he would be asked to read Feng Shui and move to a shady house, each one being more generous than the other.
Three or four days passed, and although Uncle Jiu felt a little happy about Shu, he still couldn't let go of his family.
"Ah Heng, I've been out for a few days, and the two scoundrels have caused so many troubles."
"I'm going to go back and take a look. Before I leave, please accept these two Five Thunder Talismans. With these two spiritual talismans, you can still fight off the evil ghosts again."
Before leaving, Uncle Jiu gave Zhang Heng two talismans.
But just like what he said, it only left Zhang Heng with the ability to resist. After all, no matter how good the thing is, it all depends on who uses it.
Using Zhang Heng's magic power to activate the Five Thunder Talisman is not the same as using the Five Thunder Talisman personally. Facing fierce ghosts and zombies that are too powerful, it will at most cause some trouble for the opponent.
Otherwise, if the masters write a few more magic talismans and let the disciples in the Qi refining stage hold them, wouldn't they be able to hunt down ghosts and zombies all over the world?
"Thank you, uncle."
Zhang Heng put it away happily.
You must know that even before Xu Zhenren left, he did not leave any powerful talismans such as the Five Thunder Talisman and the Divine Fire Talisman for him.
On the one hand, he felt that he wouldn't use them, and on the other hand, Xu Zhenren was not good at drawing talismans. He didn't have many such talismans, so he took them all to the north to prepare for the royal zombies escorted by Taoist Master Qianhe.
"If you need any talisman in the future, just tell me."
"Your uncle, I come from the talisman family, and I am best at drawing talismans. As the saying goes, there is a specialization in talismans. I think I am better than your master in the talismans."
After saying that, as if he felt something was wrong again, Uncle Jiu added: "Of course, I can't compare with your master when it comes to asking gods to control ghosts."
Zhang Heng knew what Uncle Jiu meant. He was afraid that he would think he was suppressing Master Xu, so he smiled and said, "Uncle Master, I understand this."
"The manpower is limited and the sea of learning is boundless. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to master one lineage. How many people in the world are there who are masters of several lineages and are proficient in all of them?"
"My master is a master of the Qingshen lineage, and you are the forefather of the Fulu lineage."
"The things you learn are different, and there is no distinction between them. They are all looking for fellow travelers on the road."
Uncle Jiu's eyes brightened slightly, he did not expect Zhang Heng to have such an opinion.
For a moment, he couldn't help but compare Qiu Sheng's literary talents with Zhang Heng. The more he compared, the more discouraged he became. He sighed: "When I go back this time, I must let those two evil disciples learn from you. By the way, if you have
If you have any idea of also practicing the talisman lineage, you must write to me and I can give you some pointers."
"Thank you, uncle."
Zhang Heng responded with a smile.
After Uncle Ninth got into the car, he stood there and thought for a moment, and then called the old housekeeper: "Follow Uncle Qian's rules, give Uncle Ninth three times more."
Every time Mr. Qian came to visit, Zhang Heng never let him come back empty-handed.
Fine cinnabar, special yellow paper.
Game, fruits, tea, snacks, satin fabrics.
Although he has no money, he has everything in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. For an ordinary person, it is enough for a family of five to last more than a month.
Talk about favors and relationships.
How come favors and relationships come about? This is how they come about.
No one is a god who does not eat grains.
If we walk around like this a few more times, who dares to say that the two families are not close to each other.