Zhang Tie followed the old man from the foot of the mountain along the stone path all the way up, the scenery on Hutuo Mountain is beautiful, the aura is sufficient, just next to the stone path, there is a mountain stream murmuring, the stream is very clear, in the stream, you can see the baby fish hidden in the stream stones everywhere, the green turtle and the traces of fish, the trees next to the stone path are layered, from time to time there are monkeys jumping on the trees, the crisp bird call rings in the ears from time to time, Zhang Tie looked, and nodded secretly, this place is indeed good, very nourishing.
It was only more than ten minutes of effort, and the two of them came to the halfway point of Hutuo Mountain, where they could already see a large number of buildings and a lot of people built in the mountain, and many people were busy here, Zhang Tie saw that in the square in the building, someone commanded a group of people to carry out a huge bamboo dustpan with a diameter of more than one meter from the room and take it to the square to dry.
In some rooms, the water vapor is steaming, which is boiling medicine, and some rooms are blazing, which is alchemy, and when I come here, Zhang Tie's nose smells all kinds of herbs and pills.
The old man took Zhang Tie directly through those buildings, and then passed through the two medicine gardens, and then came to a relatively quiet place, arranged Zhang Tie in a flower hall, and asked Zhang Tie to serve tea to Zhang Tie, and told Zhang Tie to wait here, he took the things that Zhang Tie gave him to Bian Heng to see, if Bian Heng wanted to see him, he would come out, if he didn't want to see him, then, the old man would also return Zhang Tie's things to Zhang Tie, and send him down the mountain.
Zhang Tie nodded, and sat in the flower hall with peace of mind, drinking tea full of fragrant tea, waiting for Bian Heng's arrival.
Zhang Tie believes that Bian Heng will definitely come, if Bian Heng is an ordinary person, he may not come, and since Bian Heng is already a holy order, then he will definitely come because what he handed over to the old man is a gold coin, an ordinary and brand-new Taixia gold coin.
There is no gold in the world of skyscrapers, let alone gold coins, that gold coin, there is a lot of information and meaning, for ordinary people, a gold coin may not be important, and it cannot be eaten, but for these people who are already standing at the highest place in the world of skyscrapers, that gold coin is worth a lot of the same thing, and for people standing at different heights, the meaning is different.
Something that can make the first-level master of the God Emperor of the Sky Realm interested, Zhang Tie didn't believe that Bian Heng was not interested, if so, then the so-called black-handed Yama was just a rat-eyed person.
While Zhang Tie was drinking tea, his powerful spiritual power instantly dispersed, sensing the surrounding situation.
Just after the old man left this flower hall, Zhang Tie's spiritual power also followed the old man, through the corridor and courtyard next to the flower hall, and then came to an attic and knocked on the door.
"Come in," a slightly dry voice came from the attic.
The old man went in, and Zhang Tie also went in Under the gaze of Zhang Tie's "spiritual power", he saw a man with a short figure, messy silver hair, a flat garlic nose, and a pair of menacing eyes sitting at a desk, holding a pen in his hand, and writing something on the paper with a tangled and painful face.
This old guy who is not good-looking, and even looks a little funny, is the black hand of the famous skyscraper Yama Bian Heng Zhang Tie was slightly surprised.
However, even if Bian Heng was a saint-level master, at this time, he also did not notice that Zhang Tie's spiritual power had quietly invaded his attic, and he was silently watching him from another angle.
The room was a mess, the walls, tables, and even the floor were filled with numbers written on them, or drawings with long and short lines and grids.
"Master, there was a guy who brought something today" The first sentence of the old man who brought Zhang Tie up solved Zhang Tie's doubts, this old man was none other than the black-handed Yama Bian Heng, the old man with the first-level strength of the Wind God General, and he was actually just a servant of the black-handed Yama Bian Heng.
"Is there someone carrying the signboard of the God Emperor and God King of some temple to let me make a move" The old man with messy hair didn't turn around, still frowning, looking at the numbers on the paper, waved his hand impatiently, and roared fiercely, "Let him get out, Lao Tzu doesn't have so much time to waste, it's not the Star Emperor or the Martial Emperor who comes in person, the rest, all the others will be coaxed away for me" The old man didn't say anything, but gently placed the gold coin brought by Zhang on the table in front of the black hand Yan Luo Bian Heng.
Bian Heng didn't pay attention at first, but as soon as his eyes swept over the gold coin, he was slightly stunned, and then he put down the pen in his hand, picked up the gold coin, put it in his hand and looked at it over and over, the expression on his face slowly became solemn.
The gold coin brought by Zhang Tie is different from the one given to the Dragon Emperor by Emperor Wu, but it is also the standard gold coin in circulation in Taixia, the front of this gold coin is a graceful maid on the piano, and on the back, is the architectural image of the magnificent headquarters of Xuanyuan Bank.
"Who brought this thing" Bian Heng opened his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the exquisite pattern on the gold coin and the font printed on it.
"A young man who looks to be about twenty years old," the old man said calmly.
"It's from the Temple" "It shouldn't be, that young man came alone, his strength is low, but people can't see through the depths" Bian Heng groaned for a while, looked at the gold coin in his hand again, and finally stood up from the chair, "Okay, then I'll go meet this young man."
After speaking, Bian Heng strode out of the attic, and the old man followed behind and closed the attic door again.
Zhang Tie's trace of spiritual power was still in that attic at this time, he "looked" at the wall of the room, and found that there were several pictures hanging on the wall of the room, which seemed to be the reasoning of the gossip hexagram and some things that Zhang Tie couldn't understand.
The nine-house diagram, in the language of mathematics, is a third-order magic square, the sixteenth-house chart is a fourth-order magic square, and the twenty-fifth palace chart is a fifth-order magic square On the wall of that room, the Magic Quadrant image that hung out had reached the seventh order, and what had just been laid out on the table, where Bian Heng scratched his ears and cheeks, and pondered about it was an unfinished eighth-order Magic Quadrant, which was thrown on the crumpled paper on the ground, and it was basically wrong Eighth-Order Magic Quadrant and various calculation numbers.
What is the black hand Yama Bian Heng doing?
Looking at the various patterns and numbers in the room, Zhang Tie was also puzzled But one thing is for sure, the so-called nine-square grid, that is just a simple statement, in the Chinese culture, another name of the nine-square grid, is Luoshu, legend has it that this is the mysterious thing left by the gods, the root of the five elements, the source of the number of magic, which contains infinite mysteries: