Zhang Heng did not show up to greet Wen Cai.

There are laws in heaven and earth, and monks in the upper realm cannot go down to the lower realm without an edict.

Zhang Heng came here secretly, so it's better not to make it public.

"Bold, bold..."

In a side courtyard on the mountain behind Maoshan Taoist Palace.

The hunched-over Xu Zhenren, who was nearly seventy years old, waved his fly whisk and shouted to a middle-aged man who was as strong as a bronze statue: "Get my cassock quickly."

"Master, today is not the New Year, nor is it a holiday, what are you doing with the robes?"

Zhang DaDa looked confused.

"I feel something in my heart. Your senior brother came to see me."

Xu Zhenren is already very old.

But he's not old enough, because he can still slap a bold head with a whisk.

Zhang DaDa was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms.

Although he is practicing physical training, he is not afraid of being beaten.

But if he didn't pretend to be afraid, Master Xu would be very embarrassed and would punish him to copy scriptures later.

"Master is really old and confused."

"Senior brother has ascended a long time ago. He is probably lying in the arms of a female cultivator now, watching singing and dancing, eating grapes, and I don't know how happy he is."

"Besides, can the monks who ascended to the next world descend to the lower realms at will?"

"If I could go down to the lower world, I'm afraid all the ancestors would have come back long ago."

Zhang boldly shook his head while rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for Xu Zhenren's cassock.

Not easy to find.

Xu Zhenren could not wear it more than once or twice a year, and Zhang Dadan even forgot where to put his cassock.

"In the box on the east side."

A prompt sounded in my ear.

"Thank you."

Zhang boldly replied subconsciously.

After replying, he realized something was wrong, raised his head suddenly, and said angrily: "Who dares to entertain me?"

"Look who I am."

The voice sounded.

Zhang Heng showed his true identity.

He held a stick of incense in his hand and inserted the incense into the incense burner: "Zhang Heng, a disciple of Maoshan, would like to pay my respects to the ancestor."

"hiss!"

Zhang DaDa was stunned for a moment.

He rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief: "Senior brother, is it really you?"

"Does anyone dare to impersonate me?"

Zhang Heng asked back.

Zhang DaDa shook his head repeatedly.

Then, before Zhang Heng could ask again, Zhang DaDa burst into tears: "Brother, why are you back? I miss you so much."

After crying, he muttered again: "Senior brother, you made a mistake on the job and were knocked down from the mortal world, right?"

"Nonsense."

Zhang Heng was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I went down to the lower world secretly, don't tell others, and don't make it public, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Finished.

Zhang Heng glanced at Zhang DaDa again: "Why does the smell of incense on your body be so strong?"

Zhang Bingdao said mysteriously: "Senior brother, I am going to take the road of incense and become the spiritual guardian of the sect."

"That's it."

Zhang Heng thought for a moment: "You don't like studying, so this is a good path."

After asking, he asked again: "How are the children of the Zhang family?"

Zhang Dangda thought for a while: "As long as the Zhang family's descendants have talent for cultivation, they will be relegated to the gate. If they don't have talent for cultivation, those who are good at literature will learn literature, and those who are good at martial arts will learn martial arts. It is better to be sent out to become local officials or guardian envoys."

Yeah, I’m having a good time.”

Zhang Heng said nothing.

He bowed to the statue of the ancestor again and boldly told Zhang without looking back: "The honor of a gentleman will be killed in the fifth generation. Although I am the head of the Zhang family, I don't want one day to become a member of the Zhang family who only knows how to suck blood."

If the horse fly is passed down, if the special treatment of the Zhang family is canceled in a hundred years, you have to fight for what the future will be like. Sooner or later, the remaining shadow of the ancestors will be exhausted one day."

Zhang boldly opened his mouth.

But in front of Zhang Heng, he did not dare to say anything else. He could only nod: "Yes, clan leader."

"You have to use your brain more."

"The Zhang family has tens of thousands of people, and they are now tied to Maoshan."

"After a hundred years, if you still can't survive on your own or occupy a certain position, then the younger generation is really unfilial. As long as there are a few outstanding people, the Maoshan Zhang family will not fall out of the second tier."

Zhang Heng sighed: "If this is really the case, then you can't blame me. Youyouhuangtian was born in the Zhang family of Maoshan. How lucky you are. Even if it declines, it is fate. I have nothing to say about the rotation of heaven."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Heng stopped talking about these mundane things and said, "Let's go and see Master. I brought a gift to Master."

Zhang boldly followed behind and whispered: "Senior brother, do you have a gift from me?"

Zhang Heng turned to look at him: "I have a Taiping Sword, do you want it?"
Chapter completed!