Journey to the Heavens from Wudang

A soft light from the sky fell on Ouyang Xia's body, and a moment later a brass official seal with black ribbon landed in his hand.

Cixuan, Yan Chixia, and the ghost in the wedding dress all ran out from the courtyard, and they all discovered the vision of heaven and earth, so they came out directly to investigate.

"This, this..." The wedding dress female ghost was a little excited and didn't know what to say.

Cixuan and Yan Chixia looked at them puzzled.

They all knew that Zhang Yange was the City God of Qiantang, so how could Ouyang Xia also become the City God now.

"Yes…"

"I don't know how this guy became the City God. My temporary role should be over." Zhang Yange interrupted him directly.

He didn't want to let others know that he could be granted the title of City God.

Ouyang Xia glanced at Zhang Yange.

Although he didn't speak, Zhang Yange understood the meaning of this look.

He will never let others know about it.

The City God of Qiantang County has changed again!
This incident caused quite a commotion in Qiantang, Zheng Qiao came to Zhang Yange directly after hearing about it.

He very much hoped that Zhang Yange could always be the City God of Qiantang.

"Mr. Zhang." Zheng Qiao had a respectful attitude.

After what happened last time, he didn't have any airs in front of Zhang Yange.

"For the sake of the people of Qiantang, please..."

"You don't want to know who will replace me?" Zhang Yange asked with a smile.

"No matter who it is, I think he is inferior to Mr. Zhang."

"Old Zheng! Your words are a little too much." Ouyang Xia's cynical voice sounded.

At this time, he became the city god, and he could appear in the daytime.

Zheng Qiao looked at him in surprise, "Are you a city god?"

"It's true that I'm not as good as Mr. Zhang, but I will do my best." Ouyang Xia said very seriously.

"You... make do with it." Zheng Qiao said with red eyes.

The county magistrate and the city god even hugged each other.

Zhang Yange couldn't stand these two guys, at this moment Ouyang Xia said, "Mr. Zhang, this yard is for you. I promised you before."

Zhang Yange frowned slightly, and he continued, "This is the gratitude of the people of Qiantang to you, just like that bowl of wontons."

Hearing these words, Zhang Yange accepted them without any politeness.

Day by day, apart from practicing boxing, Zhang Yange sat on the recliner and visualized Zhenwu Zhenyao.

Cixuan exhausted his vitality in the previous battle, and passed away shortly after he returned to Jinshan Temple.

Zhang Yange felt that it was necessary for him to take a look, after all, he was also a teammate who fought together.

Yan Chixia traveled with him to Jinshan Temple.

"Sixth Uncle and Grandpa, go slowly." Guan Yun said lukewarmly.

"Serve Mr. Zhang well, and practice hard." Yan Chixia looked only in her thirties.

"Yes." Guan Yun nodded.

Yan Chixia told Zhang Yange to leave Jinshan Temple, and he would not return to Qiantang County.

He's going to roam around and fight for justice.

Zhang Yange was quite moved when he heard it, but he still wanted to stay in Qiantang.Apart from seeing the white snake and green snake, there is also worrying about the great terror in the West Lake.

If there were no such things, Zhang Yange would really like to go for a walk.

Ouyang Xia couldn't leave Qiantang County, he hoped that Zhang Yange would pay homage to him.

Zhang Yange asked Yan Chixia to take his place. If there was no life-and-death grievance, he didn't intend to worship others casually.

The two traveled quickly, and they arrived at Jinshan Temple in the afternoon.

After explaining to the little novice monk with a sad face, he led them in.

There are countless lights in the main hall... the monks are chanting the scriptures of transcendence.

It's all due to Shaolin in Yitian World, making Zhang Yange's perception of monks mediocre.However, he admired this Master Cixuan.

At the end of the scripture reading, Master Cixuan's body suddenly burst into flames of karma.The red lotus under his seat was brightly colored, and after a while, three relics hung in the air and slowly fell down.

"Amitabha!" All the monks shouted the Buddha's name in unison.

The little novice standing beside Zhang Yange held his mouth and almost cried.

Zhang Yange patted him lightly to show comfort.

The little novice wiped away his tears and saluted Zhang Yange gratefully.

"Are you a friend of the host?"

"En." Zhang Yange nodded with a smile. "Together we defeated the Hundred Ghosts of the Night."

Zhang Yange felt that others would not know what he had done, but since the old monk was dead, at least someone should know what he did.

The little monk opened his eyes wide, "The benefactor is Zhang Yange?"

"What did the old monk say?"

"Well, he was full of praise for the benefactor when he came back." It could be seen that the little novice had a deep affection for the old monk.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"The little monk's Dharma name is Daoji."

Zhang Yange couldn't help laughing after hearing this number, "Come on, I think you will definitely become an eminent monk."

After Zhang Yange and Yan Chixia had a meal of plain noodles, the two planned to part ways.

Under Jinshan, a scholar with a bamboo basket on his back took out his dry food and ate it while reading.

"Mr. Zhang, we will see each other far away." Yan Chixia clasped her fists and said.

Zhang Yange raised his hands to bid farewell to him.

When Zhang Yange reached the foot of the mountain, it suddenly started to rain.

Originally, the rain had no effect on Zhang Yange, but he saw the thinly-clothed scholar.

Zhang Yange stood beside him to avoid the rain.

The scholar was already in poor health. When he thought of his old mother and sick wife, if he got sick again, the whole family might be destroyed. Moreover, the medicinal materials he bought for his wife were in the back basket. If the medicinal materials got wet, it would be worse than himself To be sick is to die.

There is no shelter from the rain around here.

After finally finding a valley, it seemed difficult to accommodate even one person.

He saw Zhang Yange approaching, but subconsciously gave Zhang Yange some space, but protected his back basket very well.

Strange to say, after Zhang Yange came, Yushui seemed to avoid them on purpose.

The scholar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He originally wanted to take advantage of Xiumu to go home, but there seemed to be some major event in Qiantang a few days ago, so he didn't run around.

This delay has lasted another seven or eight days, and the time has come to calculate that the wife's medicine should be used up.

He had no choice but to buy medicine in Qiantang County, and planned to go home and give the medicine to his wife this time. The scholar was studying in Qiantang County Academy, and his home was a three-day walk away from Qiantang.

"Scholar, are you going back to Qiantang County?" Zhang Yange was just looking for something to say.

"I came out of Qiantang County to go home." The scholar smiled politely at Zhang Yange. "My surname is Ning, and my name is Caichen! Where's brother?"

"I, my name is Zhang Yange..." Zhang Yange was taken aback for a moment, "Which direction is your home in?"

Ning Caichen nodded, Zhang Yange looked at Yan Chixia who had already left from another direction.

Did he change something? He glanced at Ning Caichen.

Originally, Yan Chixia's direction was the same as Ning Caichen's, but because of the evil spirit in his scabbard, he wanted to find his master.

That's what changed the course...

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