Taoist chanting

Listening to Donkey's words, Zhang Wenfeng found that fragment from his memory, and the two were combined. That's what happened.

In that year, he had just passed the assessment of the Daolu branch and officially obtained the Taoist degree.

"As far as I know, the little demon who has been activated for ten years should not understand human speech?"

"This... I don't know either. I grew up in a Taoist temple. The old temple master didn't give me a rope at that time, and let me move freely in front of the Taoist temple. I like to listen to you chanting sutras sooner or later, but I couldn't understand it at that time. , I just thought it sounded nice and comfortable, and only after I opened my intelligence did I want to understand."

There was an aftertaste intoxicated look in the black donkey's eyes.

The sun shines on its fur, and it shines like satin.

Zhang Wenfeng felt something in his heart, but he couldn't grasp it, and asked subconsciously, "What do you want to understand?"

"It's listening to you chanting the scriptures. It should be that after listening to a certain Taoist scripture, I suddenly became enlightened."

Seeing the strange look on Zhang Wenfeng's face, the black donkey thought he didn't believe it, and emphasized: "It must be like this. He has heard a lot of Taoist scriptures, and has been influenced by the Taoist sect, and has obtained the creation of heaven and earth."

It boldly put gold on the face of its donkey, and even moved it out.

Zhang Wenfeng jumped up and ran up the hill with his sword in hand, as if he had been kicked out by a dog.

The black donkey was startled, and then realized that it wasn't to be detrimental to it, and he didn't know why the human was so crazy, so he hurriedly shouted: "Hey, Zhang... That spectator, can I stay? You give me a letter. ."

Finally, there is a human being who can chatter, and it really doesn't want to live a life of wandering.

With its meager experience, it can know that life outside is full of dangers.

It's such a big lump of meat walking outside alone, it's not good to fall, and there are not many humans who care about it.

Drilling into the remote mountains and swamps, it does not have the courage.

It is still comfortable to stay in the Taoist temple, and the chanting of the sutra is pleasant. It does not have to bother to find food and water. This is the life of a donkey.

In addition to the fact that the temple master has been haunted by ghosts in the past few days, he is a little bit lost, and he screams from hunger.

It doesn't want to leave the Taoist temple to wander alone, unless it can learn a few sorcerers.

"Can!"

Zhang Wenfeng left like the wind, leaving a word in the air.

The black donkey jumped up and down with joy, jumped and jumped, and was so happy that it screamed in the ground and went crazy. It was indescribable how happy it was at this time.

Good days, promising days beckon to it.

Zhang Wenfeng was hit by the word "Dao Jing" by the donkey, and it seemed like a bolt of lightning had entered his mind.

He silently recited "The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao; the name is famous, the very famous", and he didn't look at the bumpy obstacles under his feet or the obstacles in front of him. backyard, closed the door with a backhand.

He was barefoot, his trouser legs rolled up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his face was stained with mud.

He drew his sword and leaped and moved in the open space, practicing the wooden swordsmanship "falling wood and flying flower sword" that he had learned from his master.

He has long been proficient in this set of 36-style swordsmanship, which is known for its complexity and agility.

Immersed in that faint dao at this moment, using the sword technique is another mysterious and dazzling, the sword energy is cold, and the pale blue light is pouring in all directions, like thousands of sword shadows, coming and going in the passage between the huts on both sides Vertical and horizontal, wanton floating.

The setting sun slanted until the golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the tree trunks and covered the top of the mountain.

The cold light of the sword energy suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his sword Zhuo Li, his bearing was just like.

A layer of dust and fallen leaves were rolled up under the eaves of the thatched huts on both sides, piled up like waves. He settled within two or three meters, and the blue brick floor was clean, as if he had been washed several times, and a smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth.

He himself felt that his swordsmanship had greatly improved after this exercise.

Compared with the swordsmanship mastered in the past, there is a kind of free-spirited swaying, and the strength and speed are completely different.

He also comprehended a completely new sword technique from the 36-style swordsmanship.

He named that move "Flying Fancy" and combined it with Yuan Qi, it was light and dazzling, and the splendor contained a one-shot kill.

At this moment, the Yuan Qi in his body was almost empty, and a three-foot shallow pit exploded on the blue brick ground two feet in front of him. Inside the pit was a slanting sword mark that was at least five feet deep.

This is the power of his "flying style".

Chapter 26 My Donkey Is Different

A few green bricks were pryed from the corner of the courtyard wall, some soil was buried, and the potholes made by practicing swords were restored and leveled.

Zhang Wenfeng opened the courtyard gate, wore a sword at his waist, and went down the hillside with bare feet. He saw a mess of trampling on the half-plowed field, and the black donkey disappeared.

"Black donkey, where did you go? You haven't come back yet."

Zhang Wenfeng let out a cry. Ever since he heard that the donkey was enlightened by chanting scriptures, he was not worried that the donkey would run away from home.

Of course he wouldn't kill his own monsters.

"Ah uh... ah... uh..."

From the upper reaches of the stream on the northwest side of the low mountain, a donkey croaked, and the black donkey jumped out of the woods, all wet.

"Go away and shake the water, don't mess with me. Since I kindly take you in, I have to make a contract with you for three chapters. You can't violate the rules of Taoism. If you violate it, don't blame me for driving you away."

Zhang Wenfeng pushed the dead-skinned donkey away. Others had cats and dogs. He had a good time here. He had a cute [-]-pound donkey.

The black donkey grinned like a grin, and nodded again and again as a guarantee, "Don't worry, I will never violate my moral conscience, and I know the rules of Taoism."

It's very arrogant, and I don't know where to learn it.

The donkey then turned his head again and said, "Lord Guan, I just saw the old lame man, the second senior brother, and the huozi go to the mountain bend."

Zhang Wenfeng let out an "oh", suddenly remembered something, and stepped up and asked, "Won't other monks see through the identity of the monster when you are like this?"

Yesterday, Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe came here, especially when Fu Gujing stayed in the backyard for the night, they had seen black donkeys.

The two of them didn't seem to see anything wrong with the donkey?

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't see the demonic fluctuations on the black donkey with his spiritual eye technique. I don't know why?

Could it be that after listening to a lot of chanting, the donkey became different from other monsters?

"I don't know. I talked to them yesterday, but they didn't pay attention to it. Hey, don't talk nonsense next time. It'll be bad if you meet someone who understands donkey words. By the way, Guanzhu, how can you suddenly understand me? , I used to scold you..."

This is an unusual donkey who has been lonely for a long time and is very expressive.

As the saying goes, too many words will lead to mistakes, and the donkey is no exception. It immediately shuts up.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the embarrassed donkey, first recorded the account in the small notebook, and for the time being did not care about it, and said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of people. You can open your head with a donkey and a wooden head. What's strange about me suddenly understanding donkey words? Tonight, I will try to figure out the sound transmission technique, and it will be convenient for me to speak with you in the future."

He also found it strange that he walked with Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe yesterday, but he didn't seem to hear the donkey talking?

When did he awaken this unique and rare language talent?

"Yes, yes, I promise not to talk nonsense in the future."

"One more thing, as a demon donkey, you have only tilled so much land, and you are so tired and angry. You eat so much forage, where did all your strength go?"

"No, Guanzhu, you have embedded the plowshare too deeply into the ground, which is not usually the case. How can you bear it after [-] laps? Chew some hay every day and talk about wrapping your belly. Your health is very bad, and the farmland is still cattle. Well, why should the Guanzhu embarrass me, an errand donkey?"

After listening to the donkey's grievances, Zhang Wenfeng was silent.

Although he inherited this body, he knows how to plow the land, and he is skilled, but his cultivation has soared, he accidentally used a little more force, and did not pay attention to pressing the plowshare too tightly. Of course, he would not be in front of this donkey. Admit mistakes.

If you are wrong, you can correct it next time, and don't let the donkey have a chance to squirm.

"I serve you delicious food and drink every day, pick and choose from work, and buy a cow to come back after a while, but you have to take good care of the Taoist temple and the backyard at night, and don't let the Taoist temple enter if you are indifferent. Evil ghost, thief, you are a donkey, others will not guard against you, can you do this little thing well?"

The black donkey was reprimanded, but instead of being discouraged, he became more motivated.

It leaned its head over and grinned, and said, "This can be done. I will cover the work of guarding the home at night... Well, do I have to remove the rope? Or can I watch the night."

As a donkey, rushing to do the dog's work, for the sake of freedom, it thinks it is a good deal.

Zhang Wenfeng pushed the donkey's face away and made a final call: "Yes!"

Shandao could already see three figures with packages on their backs, so he ended the conversation with the donkey and packed up the wooden plow and tools.

The black donkey went to the side to shake off the water stains on his body, and stood quietly and docilely.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at it, he was very good at pretending to be a sample, and he had to investigate it for a while.

But the donkey's inadvertent dependence on Taoist temples, he can feel one or two, and he shouldn't be able to pretend.

"Hey, Brother Feng, how can I let you work in the field?"

The old lame raised his hand to say hello, and said, "Tuozi's house has been doing a decent feast these days. We have packed some clean fried fish, braised elbow meat, chopped meat, and fried balls. This evening, Brother Feng will have a good meal. , and brought a small jar of sorghum soju."

He glanced at the dark green sword hanging on the waist of the Guanzhu. He was a martial arts practitioner and was keen on this.

When did the spectator switch to a new sword?

The hunchback smiled so brightly that he added a grandson with a handle to the family, and someone who succeeded him could inherit the incense.

These days, he sees everyone smiling, full of joy, and greets the second senior brother and the Guanzhu.

Zhang Wenfeng responded with a smile. He was considering whether to showdown before or after dinner. He already knew the truth.

The second senior brother rushed down to the ground and pushed the wooden plow to his shoulders, and he didn't dislike the mud on it.

Four people and one donkey were dressed in colorful clouds and stepped on the shadows of the long trees. The spectator walked in front, and the old lame man was the second elder, and walked up the mountain in turn.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the cripple went to work in the kitchen, while the camel put down the package and went to the vegetable field to pick vegetables and help the cook.

Zhang Wenfeng washed the well water, put on a half-new robe, washed the dirty clothes from work, hung them on the eaves, and walked to the animal shed at the back. The second senior brother was shaking the donkey and said: "Second Senior Brother, please remove the donkey's leash, and you don't need to lock the door of the shed, just let it go in and out."

Seeing the second senior brother stand up with a bit of surprise on his face, he explained, "This is the mount left by Master and his old man. When Master was alive, he seldom chained it, and let it run around up and down the mountain, saying that it is very spiritual and can't leave."

Second Senior Brother heard this and said with a smile: "It seems to be the case, okay, remove the rope from it and open the door."

For Master, he is a high mountain, and he has always been convinced.

Watching the second senior brother finish his work, Zhang Wenfeng asked, "Second senior brother, can you still get used to the hard life on the mountain?"

The second senior brother looked at the spectator with a serious face, he couldn't believe that happiness came so suddenly, his voice trembled with excitement, he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! Please call me back to the Immortal Spirit View, and I will be able to follow the rules and regulations. Obey, practice, and don’t dare to slack off.”

Zhang Wenfeng helped up his half-bowed cousin and said, "Come back, from now on, as long as you don't violate the rules of Taoism and don't have the idea of ​​returning to the secular world, from now on, you will stay on the mountain to practice, reflect on yourself every day, and strive to climb up as soon as possible. Longevity Avenue."

"Thank you Guanzhu for your stay! Thank you Guanzhu Jiyan!"

The second senior brother almost cried with joy, and he finally waited for this day.

Others may feel that life on the mountain is hard, working every day, meditating and chanting sutras are boring.

However, he was very fond of it. The world recorded in the Taoist classics was mysterious and colorful, and he yearned for it all his life.

Different wishes, different pursuits, different paths.

Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!

Chapter 27 Do It Yourself

Hearing that the second senior brother returned to the Xianling Temple, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became lively. The old lame man didn't pay attention to what to eat or not to talk about.

Zhang Wenfeng did not spoil their interest and drank a small bowl with them.

After three bowls of spirits, the old cripple was in high spirits, half-legged on the bench, his hands resting on the table, his face flushed red.It was as if he had returned to the happy age of drinking in big bowls and eating large pieces of meat in the arena, with a loud voice and flipping through his old yellow calendar.

When people are old, they like to talk about the proud deeds of their youth, and they have to start from the beginning every time.

Everyone's ears had become cocooned for a long time, and they listened patiently while eating and drinking.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhang Wenfeng got up and patted the hunchback on the shoulder, leaving the second senior brother, a good old man, to listen to the cripple blowing water.

Anyway, as long as one person listens, the lame person will not lose interest and can live in his own bloody world for a short time.

It was dusk, and there was still a lingering red in the sky that would not fade away.

"Brother Feng, do you have something to explain? The old cripple likes to gossip after drinking some cat urine. He doesn't usually do this."

Huozi smiled and raised his head to explain to the lame.

Zhang Wenfeng walked through the wheat drying field to the east under the tree, and when the tuozi followed, he chatted as usual: "Brother Tuo, on the afternoon of the 26th, you took Lu Jinzhong for a stroll around the backyard, right?"

There are only 28 days in February. In fact, he came to this world for a total of only three days.

A lot of things happened during this period, and I thought it was the same for a long time in the past.

Camel's face froze, he wondered how the spectator knew about this?

That afternoon, Guanzhu went to the town's pharmacy. He needed to choose a few incense-making ingredients, and he and the lame did not feel relieved. They didn't know the goods. Every month around the end of the month, the Guanzhu would go down the mountain.

He grows vegetables and fields in a Taoist temple, and often goes home when he has time. He is not like a lame old bachelor. He has been a Taoist temple for more than ten years.