Taoist chanting

Taoist Sutra Chanter Author: Yan Qing

In Qingming, the spiritual energy of the world is rising, and all things grow abnormally.

A big demon suppressed under the Immortal Spirit View is about to burst out of the ground.

Zhang Wenfeng, who is the spectator, is still busy with filling his stomach with no oil and water for three meals a day.

The black donkey plowing the fields secretly poked and cursed: "Donkey day, this day can't be lived!"

The paper man presses the donkey on the bed to talk, and the red embroidered shoe hits the wall.

The silver long-legged ox stands in the way, and the fox has nine lives in the rabbit's nest.

The coffin shop is flooded with water, and a string of rosary beads and lotus wine.

In the dream, I lost my soul in a puppet dance, and the lightning struck the peach wood sword to cut off the evil.

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Zhang Wenfeng discovered that by reciting the Taoist scriptures he remembered in his previous life, he was able to evolve a magical magic that transforms nature into a natural way.

This is a story of a Taoist donkey who grew up listening to anecdotes in the Jianghu and was educated in a savage way.

This is an endless road of slaying demons, eradicating demons, slaying evil spirits, and cultivating immortals. You cannot retreat, you cannot be afraid, you cannot turn back, and you walk forward with a sword. Please cherish yourself!

Volume [-]: Red Dust

Chapter 01 Is it still time to recite the Taoist scriptures after death?

Zhang Kedao couldn't hold back anymore, and he panicked in his heart.

Looking around, the gloomy wind is like fog and sand, the scenery is dark and intertwined, and the miserable whimper overflowing from nowhere and from nowhere, like the mixed symphonic background music that comes with it, constitutes a realistic picture of the underworld. wind.

As a modern preacher, he has always been courageous, and went out with his grandfather to do things in the early years.

Going to and from the cemetery and the funeral parlour of the mourning hall was commonplace. He was used to seeing other people's lives, old age, sickness and death, crying and weeping, or the lively scene of earthy and hot songs in front of the mourning hall. For the dead, he had long seen it clearly and thought that was the case.

When it was his turn to die, he suddenly woke up from the drowsy and realized that he was really panicking in the Nether Realm.

It was the first time he died, and all the experience he had accumulated in the yang world in the past was not bullshit.

He doesn't know what to do?

There is no keyboard hero who is omnipotent for help from a mobile phone.

The shadows in front of and behind him are shadowy ghosts who have died freshly and walked on the way to the underworld.

With the vague shadows and outlines, one can barely distinguish between men, women, old and young, as well as all kinds of beasts, birds and insects. The shadows are different in shades, and their movements are rigid and rigid. The harsh reality of his death.

The grey mist and the piercing cold lingered, creating an extremely unfriendly atmosphere.

The gaps exposed by the thick dark clouds above radiated pale and dim light.

Zhang Kedao was wrapped in the queue and walked forward uncontrollably.

Beside the dark and dark path, there is a big river that flows silently, occasionally with dark red waves, and cannot see the other side.

From time to time, incomplete ghosts floated up and down on the river, twisted their bodies in pain, stretched out their hands to grab in the air, and let out a shrill and low-pitched "ah, woo, woo", and then they were dragged into the water by the countless twisted ghost claws emerging from the river, bulging dark red. The bubbles disappeared, making this place more and more unlike the human world.

Zhang Kedao, who was flustered in his heart, suddenly realized that he was different from other ghosts.

His figure is relatively clear, his limbs, trunk and head are not blurred. He can look around, which is in obvious contrast with other numb, stiff, thin and somewhat transparent ghosts. He still has thoughts, and the rest are dead.

The discovery gave him a fluke of survival, and he tried to make a sound.

Without a mouth, he is in a "soul" state, unable to speak, but being able to think gives him a chance.

Zhang Kedao meditated and determined to seek solace: "A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and no waves are disturbed. Sitting alone in a secluded place, long whistling and melodious qin...Freshness cures the root cause, seeks the body straight, and is the most perfect in nature.

He didn't know if chanting scriptures in the Netherland would work or not, so he temporarily hugged Buddha's feet, oh no, hug Daozu's thigh.

Repeating this three times, the familiar spell made him calm down from his instinctive panic.

Prayer actually works!

After careful observation for a while, Zhang Kedao did not see the ghosts who were maintaining order. He was floating. He was shocked when he saw a vague covered bridge appearing in front of the big river in the fog.

That should be the famous Naihe Bridge.

Can't cross the bridge!

Naihe Bridge is bound to have Meng Po, and after drinking Meng Po soup, it is unknown whether she will be able to live again.

Although he was a modern Taoist in the past, he still believed in the idealistic theories of merit, retribution, and cause and effect that had been passed down for thousands of years, and he was not so thorough, half-believing and doubting.

I don't have the slightest confidence in how much merit I can accumulate in exchange for the opportunity to be a new person.

Wouldn't it be too miserable to be punished as an animal without the right to decide fate?

After thinking about it, he carefully floated out, the gray fog covering the queue had a suction force, and he easily broke free by reciting the heart formula, floating out of the sparse queue of ghosts walking, not daring to go too far, cautiously away from the gray fog three or two Stepping outside, worrying that if he is caught by the ghost, he will not be able to eat any good fruit, so he can float back to the queue at any time.

He walked back quietly and repeatedly recited the basic Taoist classic "Qingxin Jue" that he could memorize.

I feel that my figure is firmer and less cold.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or it's really useful, so he has a little confidence in finding a way to return to Yang.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Kedao came to a standing black dilapidated pavilion. He saw two shadows sitting on the ground of the transparent pavilion without fences.

The shadow sat motionless in the pavilion, and did not respond to his strange situation, so he did not dare to approach it rashly.

After thinking for a moment, he floated across the queue to the opposite side and continued to go backwards.

With the help of the queue and the cover of gray fog, Zhang Kedao avoided the two shadows under the pavilion. After leaving the pavilion for about 50 meters, Zhang Kedao heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't know the identity of the two separate shadows?It doesn't feel like a ghost soldier.

Those two figures are loose and fuzzy, with limbs and trunk outlines, slightly inferior to him, maybe they are also ghosts?

Suddenly, a strange sound of "da da" was heard, rushing from a distance.

The rhythm is fast and fast, overshadowing the mourning and low-pitched howls from the river.

"Hey", a big rooster with yellow feathers taller than a human, charged towards Naihe Bridge with a gust of wind.

Zhang Kedao floated into the gray fog queue one step ahead of time to avoid being hit by the powerful rooster.

He is currently in a state of soul, and it is estimated that he can't stand the trampling of the big chicken paws on the sandbag.

Looking at the distant shadow, he remembered a ghost story that his grandfather once told him, and he suddenly understood that it was a person with a profound Taoism who used the golden rooster to guide the way to return the soul to the sun on Huangquan Road.

Unexpectedly, after his death one day, he will be able to witness the legend come true in the land of the underworld.

It is a lie to say that you are not envious.

Zhang Kedao sighed that his life was not so good.

His grandfather, a Taoist priest, had died three years ago, and no one could help him summon his soul. Of course, even if his grandfather was alive, he wouldn't be able to perform that magical yang-returning technique.

Passing through the gray fog queue again to the side near the big river, so as not to be savagely stepped on by the speeding big rooster when he returned, Zhang Kedao continued to go backwards cautiously.

"Presumptuous! Dare to make trouble in the underworld."

There was a dull and strange sound from afar, which made Zhang Kedao's liver tremble and hurriedly floated into the mist.

Immediately after that, he saw a yellow light streak across the gray sky, coming from a distance and arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Bang", the feisty yellow-feathered rooster grabbed the ground with its head and fell fiercely in front of the dilapidated pavilion. A little bit of black and white brilliance disappeared in the dusty mist that was stirred up.

The two shadows in the pavilion took the opportunity to float up and pounce on the tenacious rooster who rolled twice and then stood up.

The bald-tailed rooster hides a black shadow shrinking into a small group in the gaps on the left and right wings of the rooster. Zhang Kedao is stunned when he sees it, and then he is greatly inspired, and his heart is like a deer.

He had to give it a try no matter what, and threw himself on the rooster to break out of the underworld and return to the sun.

Otherwise, with him walking around like a headless fly, the chances are too slim.

The underworld is dangerous, and he doesn't know the way back.

He wasn't alive enough to think he could save himself.

Chapter 02 If you want to save yourself, you can only read the scriptures to the end

Zhang Kedao turned to the sutras of Taoist ancestors silently: "The way of heaven, is it like opening a bow? Those who are high suppress it, and those who are lower are lifting it; those who have excess damage it, and those who lack it make up for it... The way of heaven, when there is excess, it makes up for what is lacking. "

He has discovered that the Netherland is different from the human world, and the ordinary "Qingxin Jue" makes him feel great benefits.

According to legend, there was a famous saying of Taoist ancestors that manifested supernatural powers, and shouldn't it be different?

Give it a try, and you won't lose anything.

Zhang Kedao was preparing at the edge of the gray fog queue, and he saw the big rooster that had lost a lot of feathers, with a bald tail, staggering to the front like a drunken man, and he was about to float up and pounce on the rooster's back to take a place.

But seeing the big yellow-feathered rooster suddenly stand with two feet apart, as if it was very uncomfortable with sand and water droplets on its body, it suddenly spread its wings and instigated the shaking of its feathers.

The two shadows obviously did not expect such a change, they couldn't help being shaken violently and were thrown out.

The whirlwind-like dust fanned by the chicken wings made the black shadow unable to stand, one rolled into the fog queue, and the other rolled straight to the river.

Zhang Kedao saw the moment when the big rooster folded its wings, flew on the rooster's back, straddled steadily, and hugged the rooster's neck with a low body. Through observation, he saw that this golden rooster who was being manipulated would not take the initiative to attack the rooster. Gloomy ghost.

The two shadows were probably waiting under the pavilion for such an opportunity to appear.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven. They got on the free car and were ruthlessly thrown off the car by the rooster's unexpected behavior.

The bald-tailed golden rooster took a big step, "Da Da" rushed forward, and the speed was still blazing fast. In Zhang Kedao's eyes, it was unparalleled handsome!

A palm shadow from the back was late and shot in the empty space, and the word "roll" was drawn very long with the scolding sound.

Zhang Kedao hugged the chicken neck with his head held high, and kept silently reciting, "...the way of man, otherwise, the damage is not enough to serve the rest... Whoever has the excess to serve the world, only the Taoist."

"The weak overcomes the strong, and the soft overcomes the rigid. The world does not know it, and it cannot be done."

The howling wind seemed to go away at once, and the ups and downs no longer bothered him.

Zhang Kedao secretly rejoiced that the famous sayings of Taoist ancestors, which had been passed down for thousands of years, had unexpected wonders in the netherworld, otherwise he would be bumped by the golden rooster or swept away by the bone-shattering wind.

After all, he was not the person who returned to the sun that Jin Ji wanted to meet.

The golden rooster can let him get on the ground, but he will not take into account his feelings, let alone the bad comments he gives to his experience.

Those two people chose to hide in the chicken wings and feathers. It was all experience.

In the vagueness, Zhang Kedao heard a faint scream from the golden rooster: "Teacher... come back!"

The name in the middle doesn't sound right, I don't know if it's because the chicken tail feathers are cut off or what?

Zhang Kedao didn't dare to be distracted by it, and continued to concentrate on reciting the famous words of Daozu.

The scene in the field of vision changed, the long queue of ghosts disappeared, and there were strange shadows in the mountains. The golden rooster ran up the rugged mountain road and climbed higher and higher, and a huge black hole appeared in front of it.

"That's... the gate of hell!"

Zhang Kedao's knowledge of the Nether Realm far surpassed that of the general public, and he recognized it at a glance as an exit for survival.

My heart was suddenly excited, and finally, I was going to escape from this ghost place.

A jet-black two-headed monster suddenly appeared from the darkness, like a silhouette blocking the front of the exit. The two huge heads were bared with fangs, and the dark red eyes exuded a vicious and tyrannical aura, staring at the big rooster who continued to move forward bravely.

Zhang Kedao hugged the chicken's neck tightly, and he would not let go even if he died.

Suddenly he noticed that the sound of the soul had disappeared, and the luster on the big cock was quickly fading.

This shock is no trivial matter, and the whole body is shivering. Did the caster give up?

His consciousness in the state of his soul is turning very fast, no, he must not be resigned to fate, there should be a way to break through the gate of hell in front of him, what must he do?

"Road to Road, very Avenue."

"Famous, very famous."

Zhang Kedao recited in his mind the first sentence of Daozu's most famous moral essay.

In the face of a big change beyond his ability, and in a dangerous place that is not human, he has a flash of inspiration.

If you want to save yourself, you can only read the scriptures to the end, and you have to start from the whole.

The word "Kedao" in his name was taken by his grandfather, who brought Houbai, and asked an expert to take it for him.

His generation is the generation with the character "ke". The master bathed and burned incense for three days. After thinking about it, he borrowed the second word "dao" in the first sentence of the first sentence of the Tao Te Ching, mysterious It is said that "Kao Dao" is the life, and it will have unexpected magical effects in the future.

Zhang Kedao lived to his thirties, but he never discovered the magic of the word "Kedao"?