"How is it possible? Is he still Zhang Heng? How can he enter the Imperial Hall?"

Zhang Yuan's face was as pale as paper, and he sat down on the chair dejectedly.

He knew that Zhang Heng was no longer the same as before.

However, he never thought that Zhang Heng could reach such heights.

That's the Imperial Hall, he has a lot of ambitions, but he never felt that he could enter the Imperial Hall.

What is it like to sit with Governor Zhao?

"This little bastard, evil animal, beast ......" Zhang Chengan still maintained a standing posture, his hands clenched into fists, sharp nails pierced into his palms, and red blood flowed out, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, and still kept scolding in a low voice.

It's just that the more his voice scolds, the more trembling and frightened he becomes.

Eventually, smaller and smaller.

Jiang Chuan looked at his dumbfounded wife, and then at the father and son of the Zhang family, who were mourning, and shook his head, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"The Zhang family thought that what they had lost was waste, but now it seems that what they have lost is a treasure......

"It seems that I'm going to change my opinion about Xiao Heng. ”

"I should probably tell him about that, or I'm afraid I'm going to cause trouble. ”

Thinking of the end, Jiang Chuan's face changed, and he looked in the direction of the Imperial Hall, with a little eagerness in his eyes.

Zhang Heng, who was already far away from here, would not know what they were thinking even if he had great magical powers.

The Imperial Hall is not as majestic as its name, just an ordinary banquet hall, a few round tables with yellow pears, and some chic furnishings.

As soon as he entered the door, eyes were on him.

"You're Immortal Master Zhang?"

The person who spoke was almost fifty years old, but he did not look old, with a Chinese face, short hair, and a bit of heroism between his eyebrows.

This is a man who looks like he is unspeakably expensive, he wears a white shirt, stands casually, but gives people the feeling of standing out from the crowd.

The family is like this, and the temperament of ordinary people is completely different.

"Governor Zhao?" Zhang Heng looked at this person, feeling that he was a little familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, a strange emotion suddenly rose in his heart.

It's really a coincidence that no book is written......

Zhang Heng thought silently in his heart.

"I heard that Immortal Master Zhang was young, and I was ready to prepare in my heart, but now that we meet, it still shocks my heart, you are so young, you already have such ability?" Governor Zhao did not take the official tone, nor did he go around the corner, he went straight and said what he felt in his heart.

"Ambition is not old, there are more heroes than teenagers, Zhang Xianshi's ability, I dare to take the head as a guarantee, you can rest assured. Boss Zheng smiled and made a round, pointed to the seat again, and said, "Leaders, let's take a seat." ”

Naturally, everyone would not listen to him, but looked at Governor Zhao together.

He smiled and said.

"Okay, sit down first, let's sit down and talk. ”

Everyone took their seats, and Zhang Heng found a chair with his name on it and sat down.

Opposite him, sat a monk.

The monk is also middle-aged, wearing an earthy yellow robe, which is not expensive, and even looks a little shabby.

He is slightly chubby, with a standard Buddha face, long earlobes that drag all the time, large eyes, thick eyebrows, thick lips, and nine knots on his bald head.

The moment the monk sat down on Zhang Heng, he had already set his eyes on him.

"Just now, Master Zheng said that ambition is not in old age, and there are more heroes than teenagers, but the poor monk thinks otherwise. The monk said lightly.

"This is Master Zhending, a senior monk of Momiji Temple. ”

Governor Zhao smiled at him and said.

"I have been in the company for many years, although I have the protection of my family, but there are endless guns and arrows, but there is an endless stream, if there is no Zhending Master to help, I am afraid that I will not go so smoothly. ”

"Master Zhending is a true cultivator, he walked in Kyushu, not relying on chariots and horses, only on his feet, once I sent him into the desert, a full hundred and thirty-seven days, and finally walked out of the desert, I still can't forget, at that time Master Zhending's eyes. ”

"What eyes?" asked Zhang Heng.

"If you see my Buddha!" Master Zhending himself replied.

"Oh?" Zhang Heng looked at the great monk with interest.

This person is true to cultivate, although the cultivation is not high, but the spiritual power is mellow, which means that there is a inheritance.

People like him are much more clever than Li Laoba and Master Ouyang.

Just, that's all.

"Cultivation is no better than others, the so-called cultivation can also be called cultivation, how can you comprehend the true meaning of cultivation if you are not crawling in the red dust?"

Master Zhending smiled kindly and said.

"Immortal Master Zhang is only in his early twenties, where can he refine his heart? If he doesn't refine his heart, how can he be called a master? How can he solve problems for Zhao Shizhu in the future?"

The great monk's questioning, Zhang Heng was naturally expected.

He didn't care about these things, shook his head, and asked, "Governor Zhao is in difficulty, even if he goes to find the great monk, what does it have to do with me?"

There is no good banquet, Zhang Heng can see it.

Maybe Governor Zhao didn't mean to target him, but the great monk definitely did.

At the beginning, although Governor Zhao spoke politely, he admired the great monk even more, and what does this mean? The great monk has already won his trust for many years.

Now that Zhang Heng's appearance has made him subconsciously begin to doubt and reject.

"The poor monk is about to go away, and this time may be forever. Master Zhending didn't care about what Zhang Heng called him, and always smiled: "So before the poor monk leaves, I want to find someone who can solve problems for Zhao Shizhu and escort him, and it just so happens that Zhang Xianshi appeared." ”

I see.

Zhang Heng understood, he looked at Governor Zhao, and from his eyes, he could tell that Master Zhending was telling the truth.

"Today, the poor monk wants to fight with Immortal Master Zhang. ”

Master Zhending continued.

"Wu Dou hurts and is angry, how are we Wen Dou?"

Zhang Heng is familiar with the fighting method, it is nothing more than fighting, but Wen Dou made him a little puzzled.

"What is Wendou?" asked Zhang Heng with interest.

Originally, after knowing the details, Zhang Heng felt ridiculous and lamentable, why?

Because he never thought of being Governor Zhao's "personal adviser", the position of the great monk in the past seemed to be noble, but in Zhang Heng's eyes, it was worthless.

He had no interest in escorting Governor Zhao, and naturally he would not accept this inexplicable temptation.

However, what the great monk said about Wendou made him a little interested.

"Look, there's a glass of wine here. Master Zhending picked up the wine glass and said, "How about we use it to make a fuss?"

"Whoever does a beautiful article wins. ”

So that's it...... Zhang Heng smiled noncommittally and made a gesture of please.

Master Zhending glanced at him, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He is kind and kind on the surface, but how can he afford Zhang Heng in his heart?

What Zhang Immortal Master, in his eyes, bullshit is not as good!

"Ladies and gentlemen, look. Master Zhending picked up his glass and flicked his fingers.

As far as the naked eye can see, there is a sudden golden light in the wine glass.

The golden light revealed the Buddha nature, so that all those who bathed in the light suddenly calmed down.

Gradually, in the wine glass, the sound of Zen chanting began to come out, as if there was a Buddha, chanting in the wine glass, but it was amazing.

There was a touch of frenzy in Governor Zhao's eyes, obviously, it was not the first time he had seen such a picture.

"The use of spiritual power is a bit of a doorway. Zhang Heng had already seen through the great monk's routine.

His method is nothing more than a clever illusion, using Zen chanting, Buddha sound, and Buddha light to shock people's hearts, make people fanatical, and even take refuge.

Then, the golden light converged, and a golden lotus was formed, and Master Zhending took the golden lotus and slowly walked to the window.

He blew lightly, and the golden lotus dragged in his palm shattered into countless golden lights, but it was sprinkled and disappeared into the world.

"Ancient books say that the great power of ancient times said that the sky is full of flowers, and the ground is surging with golden lotus, and Master Zhending is only afraid that it is not far from this realm. Governor Zhao applauded.

"That's right, what an eye-opener!"

"Master Zhending's Dharma is boundless, and now I realize how narrow the world I have seen for many years. ”

"When you go home, you must make offerings to the Buddha and chant the sutras well. ”

The leaders present were also full of praise, on the one hand, they were pandering to Governor Zhao, but on the other hand, they were indeed shocked.

Looking at Master Zhending, his eyes were full of admiration, such a character is afraid that it is almost the same as the legendary living Buddha.

"Now, it's Immortal Zhang's turn to perform. Master Zhending smiled proudly.

Everyone looked at Zhang Heng and waited for his move.

It can be seen from their eyes that they want to see Zhang Heng's next performance, but they don't think that Zhang Heng can beat Master Zhending.

Even Boss Zheng was a little worried.

Facing their gaze, Zhang Heng laughed.

He picked up the glass and gently lowered it again.

"I thought Wen Dou was something, but I didn't expect it to be just a mere illusion, deceiving some ordinary people, isn't it very fulfilling?"

"My generation of monks, fighting is divided into life and death, if this is Wendou, forgive me for disdain. ”

"But so far today, after all, it is fate, a glass of thin wine, for you. ”

Zhang Heng got up, retreated from the door of the Imperial Hall, and left in such a grand manner in the eyes of everyone in disbelief.

"How can it be!"

Governor Zhao's face turned pale, and he slapped it on the table.

Ordinary people?

How dare he call the people here ordinary people?

Who is not pretentious and can accept being looked down upon?

All of a sudden, almost all of them had gloomy faces and hated Zhang Heng.

"It's a bad thing, it's a bad thing!" Boss Zheng smiled bitterly, feeling that the sky was about to fall.

However, Master Zhending was motionless, as if he had been immobilized, he stared at the wine glass that Zhang Heng put down.

Suddenly, a large piece of sweat rolled down his forehead, he looked at this glass of wine, slowly got up, and bowed respectfully!