Maoshan is a mountain.

Located in Zhenjiang, Jinling, there are countless Taoist temples on the mountain.

A Taoist temple represents a Maoshan Dharma inheritance, talismans, gods, corpses, alchemy, astrology divination, and Feng Shui techniques.

The six great Dharma veins form the entire Maoshan and form the pattern of three palaces and six palaces.

Looking at the Maoshan Gate in front of you.

Zhang Heng was a little imaginative. I remember the first time I met Zhenren Xu, who lived in a charity village with wind leaks from all sides.

In a blink of an eye, I was going to live in a palace on the mountain. This is a market for rising prices.

"Offer everything from the car."

Zhang Heng ordered behind.

This is his first time returning to the mountain gate, and of course he did not come back by himself.

It's like living at home.

Who has always said that their children are doing well outside, but after that, they are back with ragged clothes, and it is not the case when others see that.

The same is true for Zhang Heng.

Even if he doesn't want to be face, he has to earn face for Zhenren Xu.

So this time Zhang Heng came back, not only used the exclusive train, but also brought back supplies from ten cars.

Among them are five-carriage rice, two-carriage medicinal materials, two-carriage fabric, one-carriage miscellaneous things, plus two hundred thousand oceans.

"Who are you..."

Just as I was moving things down from the truck, I saw two little path children cleaning the mountain gates coming down from the mountain.

They looked in their early teens, not as tall as the broom on their hands, and were wearing a gray small Taoist robe. They asked Zhang Heng with some uncertainty: "Are you Senior Brother Zhang Heng?"

"You know me?"

Zhang Heng was a little surprised.

Hearing this, the fatter Taoist boy spoke, "Senior Brother, we have seen your photos. You are riding a tall horse, but it is so majestic. Master said that if it weren't for you, we would still beg for food now."

"Begging for food?"

Zhang Heng showed a glimmer of pride: "You are the children of disaster victims who fled to the famine at the foot of the mountain?"

Half a year ago.

Zhang Heng once advised Taoist Zhaixing to write a letter to the mountain gate, asking the sect's elders to adopt more children and orphans from fleeing famines. On the one hand, they are doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, and on the other hand, they are also to better deal with the future.

Since then, Taoist Zhaixing has never talked about these things, and Zhang Heng thought it had not been implemented.

I didn't expect it to have started to implement it, but it was just not very popular.

"What are your names? Who is your master? How long have you been going up the mountain?"

Zhang Heng asked with a smile.

The fat Taoist boy replied: "My name is Ye Hanjing. My master is Shenji Zhenren. It has been five months since I went up the mountain."

The thin Taoist boy replied: "My name is Bai Hanting, and my master is Shenhui Zhenren. I have been going up the mountain for three months."

Shenji Zhenren and Shenhui Zhenren are Maoshan disciples of the same generation as Xu Zhenren.

Those who start with the word "God" like them are all orphans adopted by Maoshan.

But unlike Zhenren Xu, Zhenren Shenji and Zhenren Shenhui have never gone down the mountain, but assisted the elders in the sect to manage things.

If what we expected was not bad, these newly-upped disciples should be considered under these people.

After all, it is OK for elders to teach these children, but it is difficult to accept disciples directly, otherwise they will be disorganized.

In the future, when these children grow up, they will rush down the mountain if they fail and let them make their own way to make a living.

Those who pass the qualification will also become disciples for the second time, and will be divided into the disciples of Xu Zhenren, Jiu Shu, and Taoist Zhaixing, and learn the Taoist methods of various meridians in depth.

"Hao acts as a hero, and Shen Hankanshi."

"Han!"

"If you sort it, the 69th generation disciples are of the Shen generation, and the 70th generation disciples should indeed be of the Han character."

Zhang Heng looked at Bai Hanting: "Are you a girl?"

"Yes, senior brother."

Bai Hanting nodded slightly.

"It's hard to tell the difference between children, it's not easy to grow up."

Zhang Heng thought these were two little boys, but he didn't expect it to be a man and a woman.

But it doesn't matter. Zhang Heng waved his hand and asked his subordinates to get a small peach wood sword and a cloth tiger, and handed it to the two of them: "Hanjing, for the first time we met, this small wooden sword is a gift from the senior brother."

After saying that, he looked at Bai Hanting again: "Hanting, your gift is this cloth tiger. When you sleep in the future, you don't have to be afraid of the wind outside. The little tiger will protect you."

"Thank you, senior brother."

The two took the gift happily.

"Forehead..."

Looking at Xiao Hanjing holding the small peach wood sword and chopping randomly, Zhang Heng warned again: "Don't use the wooden sword to cut down the flowers, plants and trees on the mountain, otherwise you will be confiscated, do you know?"

"I know, Senior Brother."

Ye Hanjing's eyes were chaotic and he hid the little peach wood sword behind him.

"well!"

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Heng knew that the flowers and plants on Maoshan were in trouble, and the child would definitely be beaten.

But the problem is not big. You should be able to handle it by breaking two bamboo poles.

"Senior brother, are you the general?"

Bai Hanting looked at him with some ignorance.

"Why do you ask that?"

Zhang Heng was a little strange.

"Master said you are a great general, so awesome."

Bai Hanting gestured a big and big gesture: "Your territory is bigger than many Maoshans, which is so majestic."

"this..."

Zhang Heng was speechless for a while because in a strict sense, his identity was a prince, not a general, just like Sun Jian, Liu Biao, and Gongsun Zan in the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period.

But the two of them were still young and might not know what the princes were. Zhang Heng nodded and said, "That's right, with my current identity and territory, I can barely be regarded as the word "general."

If Zhang Heng is willing to surrender to the Grand Marshal, it will be easy to change the rank of the General.

What's more, if he is willing to go to the meeting there and publicly express his support, he will not be stingy even if he comes to the title of marshal.

After all, no one can refuse a strong gun.

It’s a pity that Zhang Heng is used to freedom and has no idea about this.

"Senior brother, the master and uncles often mention you. I will be very happy to know that you are back. I will go up the mountain to report."

Seeing that Zhang Heng had accepted the title of General, Bai Hanting ran up the mountain happily, and shouted while running: "The General is back to the mountain, the General is back to the mountain!"

"Forehead..."

Zhang Heng brought his own guard captain, and Wu Zhi from Goose City asked Wu Juren, "Is this too ostentatious?"

"No, the coach definitely doesn't."

Wu Zhi rushed aside and whispered: "If I do what I want, it will be time for firecrackers at this time. When the cannon sounds, your uncles and ancestors will all come to pick you up from the mountain. If anyone doesn't come, the cannon will be bombarded by him."

Zhang Heng looked at him like an idiot.

If he followed Wu Zhizhong, he would not have to mess around in Maoshan in the future.

And he knew very well that guns and cannons were useful in the low-level world. When it came to the middle and high-level gods and demon planes, this thing might be similar to a fire stick.

In the eyes of those cruel people who hold the sun and the moon in their hands and create the world casually, what can the power of guns and cannons be considered?

Hey, hey, hey...

Five hundred soldiers were divided into two teams, lifted two hundred and fifty boxes of supplies in one breath.

That's all, only one-fifth of it was carried away, and I'm afraid some of them are busy today.

"Okay, OK!"

Looking at the boxes of supplies, it was as pompous as ten miles of red makeup.

Zhenren Shenji couldn't stop laughing, and pulled Zhenren Xu and said, "Senior Brother, your disciple is so well taken. When I see you today, I am indeed a pillar of Maoshan, and I can entrust a great task."

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ps: We are going to change the title of the book. The editor said that the title of the book is not good, it is too sensitive and must be changed.
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