It is about three thousand miles from Mushan Prefecture to Kaifeng, the capital city.

If we go by land, it will take about twenty days, or even a month.

Even by water, it would take ten or eight days to go north along the Grand Canal.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng is not an ordinary person.

He hurried on by flying, setting off in the afternoon and arriving in Runan in the evening, which was only eight hundred miles away from Kaifeng.

But at this time, there was a strong wind in the sky.

Zhang Heng looked at the sky.

There are no years in the mountains.

When I went to Mushan Mansion to find Ning Caichen, it had just snowed for the first time.

In the blink of an eye, a few months have passed, winter has turned to spring, and counting the time, it is not far from March 3rd.

"The sky is dark and the wind is strong. Soon there will be thunderstorms."

Zhang Heng was really tired after driving for a long time.

Goodbye, it seemed like it was going to rain, so I decided to find a place to spend the night first, so as not to go with the thunderstorm. If someone was not struck by lightning, it would be a big loss.

"Well, there is also a small temple!"

Zhang Heng's ears and eyesight are also sharp in the air.

I glanced around and quickly discovered a temple with lights on below.

The temple is not big.

One main hall, three tile-roofed rooms, plus a courtyard.

Zhang Heng thought for a while, he was a Taoist priest who lived everywhere, so he simply didn't leave. This temple looked good, so he would stay here for the night.

Whoosh!!

Zhang Heng fell from the sky, landed outside the temple, and looked at the plaque on the door.

"Small temple repair!"

After reciting a few words, Zhang Heng smiled and shook his head: "I don't know which wandering monk built this temple. They chose the name so carefully. It seems that it has been severely beaten by the society."

Crunch...

Zhang Heng entered from the main hall, opened the door, and found that sitting on the altar was actually a statue of Maitreya Buddha.

On both sides of the Buddha statue, there is also a couplet hanging.

On the left is written: "A big belly can tolerate things that the world cannot tolerate."

On the right side is written: "Always smile and laugh at the ridiculous people in the world."

Look at the couplets and then look at the stone statue of Maitreya Buddha.

Zhang Heng nodded: "The rolling waves of the mortal world are gone, and the past is just a joke. He is indeed a person of great enlightenment."

Finished.

Zhang Heng went to the backyard and saw a cow tied up in the temple, and in the monk's room with the lights on, there was a young man sitting in a trance reading a storybook.

The young man looked about fifteen or sixteen, and Zhang Heng glanced at his book. The book was called: The Record of Enmity and Enmity with the Great Sword.

"What a rubbish book."

Just looking at the name, Zhang Heng lost all interest.

"Little brother, stop looking."

Zhang Heng glanced over and asked: "Are you the only one in this temple? Where are the monks in the temple?"

"who?"

Hearing someone calling him, the young man woke up suddenly.

After seeing Zhang Heng standing in the yard, he asked in surprise: "Are you a human or a ghost? Do you make no sound when you walk?"

"Of course I'm a human being. As for walking without sound, you take it too seriously. From your point of view, let alone walking, I'm afraid you don't even know if your cow is taken away."

Zhang Heng answered and asked again: "Where are the monks in the temple?"

"Never seen it before."

The young man answered truthfully: "There used to be three monks in the temple, but half a month ago, they seemed to have left and never came back. I am a nearby villager. I go out to herd cattle when I have nothing to do. I occasionally rest here."

"

When Zhang Heng heard this, he asked, "Since you are a nearby villager, why don't you go back when it gets dark? Your family won't worry about you?"

The young man shook his head: "I have been a slave since I was a child. Where did my parents come from? As for whether I can go back or not, I am a domestic slave who signed a contract of sale. My master's control is not strict. I am interested in reading today. Fortunately, I can go back tomorrow.

At most I get scolded, scolded and scolded, I have long been used to it, just say a few nice words to the manager."

Zhang Heng took a look at the boy's dress.

The clothes were full of patches, but they were clean, and there were shoes on his feet, which meant that although the boy was a domestic slave, he still had some status among the slaves and could get a pair of shoes.

You must know that many domestic slaves have no shoes at all. Whether they work in the fields or at home, they walk barefoot, and their status is very low.

Boom!!

There was a muffled thunder in the sky and it started to rain lightly.

The young man hurriedly led the old cow in the yard into the Maitreya Hall to take shelter from the rain. When he arrived, he did not forget to say to Zhang Heng: "There are two monks' rooms here, a fire room, and a main hall. I will live in the monk's room on the left."

I'll give you the one on the right, and my cow will live in the main hall. What do you think?"

"good."

Zhang Heng nodded and agreed.

Then after thinking about it, he took out two steamed buns from the Qiankun bag and handed them to the young man: "Take them and eat them."

"I won't eat your steamed buns in vain."

The young man took the steamed bun and took out a handful of dried dates from the bag: "I picked these up on the mountain. Although they are a bit small, they taste good. I'll try them with your steamed buns."

"good."

Zhang Heng was not polite and took the dried dates.

Entrance.

It's extremely dry and astringent, the jujube flavor is very weak, and it's not delicious at all.

But the young man ate with gusto, taking a bite of dried dates and a bite of steamed buns, and asked Zhang Heng: "Where are you from? Are you a friend of the monk in the temple?"

Zhang Heng shook his head.

Seeing this, the young man said again: "The three monks in the temple are good. They often help us with work when they have nothing to do. I don't know where they went. They left without saying a word and never came back."

Zhang Heng asked: "What's your name?"

"My name is Fang Han, but my surname is not Fang. Fang is my father's surname, so my surname is Fang."

"As for my original surname, I don't know. I was abandoned by my parents at the door of the Fang family. I have been a domestic slave of the Fang family for as long as I can remember. However, the master treats me well. Compared with those tenants who have a good meal but not a good meal.

, I should be pretty happy, right?"

Fang Han was very talkative and happily chatted with Zhang Heng.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask: "Who gave you your name?"

"My young lady."

Fang Han's eyes were filled with admiration: "My young lady is very powerful. She is a descendant of the Lingxi Sect. It is said that this is one of the best sects in Yuzhou and can make people fly over walls and walls."

Zhang Heng has never heard of the Lingxi Sect.

Thinking about it, this should be a martial arts sect. Unless he has practiced martial arts to the point of becoming a god, to Zhang Heng today, he is no different from an idle warrior to a weed.

"Do you know the words?"

Zhang Heng glanced at the storybook in Fang Han's hand.

"I don't know it, but there are pictures on it."

Fang Han took great care of the dialogue book and whispered to Zhang Heng: "There is a maid in the house who can read. I treated her to some honey money. She told me the story above. The story above is about a girl named Yan Chixia.

A story about a great hero, slaying demons and doing justice."

"who?"

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment.

"Yan, Chi, Xia!!"

Fang Han spoke every word, his face full of admiration.

puff...

Zhang Heng burst out laughing.
To be continued...