Beating gongs and drums, running around telling each other.
"A zombie lair was discovered on Beiwang Mountain. Zhang Hengdao was so angry that he collapsed the mountain, solving the town's serious problem in one fell swoop."
Pass it on again.
"There is a Corpse King on Beiwang Mountain. Taoist Zhang Heng struck the mountain with lightning and even the mountain collapsed."
Pass it on again.
"A drought demon appeared on Beiwang Mountain. Taoist Zhang Heng invited heavenly soldiers and generals. After a fierce battle, the mountain fell."
Pass it on again.
"Taoist Master Zhang Heng is a god of heaven. He spits out thunder and blows it down, causing Beiwang Mountain to collapse."
...
Where is Zhang Heng?
Carrying two bottles of lotus white, I was walking up the mountain leisurely.
The poem says: "I have turned my heart to the bright moon, and wealth is 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...
I opened Lotus White and took 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 great 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 Daluodao that was blown to pieces.
"
"So it's relatively easy for me to deal with something tangible like this."
"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 for example."
"The Drought Demon is not afraid of the sun at all. If I mess with it, it will rush out and tear me apart immediately."
"Although Fei Zhan is afraid of sunlight, it can fly into the sky and escape from the earth. It can hide under the ground during the day and never come out. It is impossible to find it in the vast expanse of the earth."
"At night, when you come out, it comes and goes like the wind. Even if the bomb is planted in advance, it is hard to say whether it will be affected. If you encounter these two levels of zombies, it is best to walk around them."
The more Zhang Heng thought about it, 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.
When Zhang Heng opened the door and went out in the morning, he 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 enjoyed the scene of the earth's rejuvenation.
"Boy Zhang..."
After watching for a while, Zhang Heng heard a familiar call.
Looking back, I saw that it was the Third Auntie who was here.
"Third Aunt, you are here."
Zhang Heng greeted her with a smile, picked up the third aunt, put her on the table, and brought her two thumb-sized tomatoes.
"well..."
The third aunt lost her appetite and sighed: "I just received news that the monk and Yue Qiluo were fighting in the river desert. 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. If she knows you are helping me, she will probably 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 aunt was full of confidence and did not care about Yue Qiluo's revenge.
Seeing this, Zhang Heng felt relieved and asked about the monk again: "Is the monk seriously injured?"
"this..."
The third aunt was a little confused: "When we found him, the bones in his upper body were all broken. 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 the thunder method in his hand is 30% higher than that used by others.
Thirty percent doesn't sound like much, but it's actually enough to make people invincible at the same level and fight across levels.
"Third Aunt, did the monk say anything to me?"
"As I 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 time."
"He also said that he lied to you about something. He is not a monk, and he is not from the Snowy Mountains."
"As for the specifics, he will tell you the truth next time we meet so that you don't have to worry about it."
When Zhang Heng heard this, he muttered: "Sure enough!"
No matter how people change, some habits never change.
Wu Xin neither practiced Zen nor meditated. Zhang Heng had long suspected that he was not a monk.
Of course, fake monks are really strange people.
Zhang Heng saw Yue Qiluo's power with his own eyes, and Wu Xin was able to chase her down. Her abilities were extraordinary.
"Boy Zhang, 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 was recuperating in the river desert, Yue Qiluo was missing, and there was 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'm very easy to inquire about in Yangjiang."
Zhang Heng said this.
Then he looked at Third Aunt, 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 saying that, 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.
As a result, 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, and her original shape was revealed. She turned out to be a red fox with a flaming red body.
Needless to say later, I killed him with a hoe, skinned him and sold him for money.
Zhang Heng asked himself, a white hedgehog like Third Aunt is 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 he was drunk and beaten to death with a hoe, where would he be able to reason with?
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 for a while 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’s 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. If we have money, we won’t look at anyone else’s face.
"Okay, I get it."
The third aunt 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 then."
Zhang Heng bowed his head and said: "Blessings are immeasurable to the Heavenly Lord."
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ps: Tomorrow morning, 10,000 words will be updated.