Taoist chanting

The old yellow paper should have been torn from a certain exercise booklet. The edges were torn and the handwriting was elegant, which was completely different from the neat font on the booklet in hand.

The content of the record should be authentic Taoist techniques, and the first sentence is "The sound of the voice is loud, and the Tao has traces", and the spirit appears to be great.

After reading it over and over three times, he suddenly discovered that this spell has some kind of similar connection with sound transmission.

They are all uses of Yuan Qi to control sound waves, but one uses Yuan Qi to beam sound to form a line, the purpose is to transmit sound, not to attack the method.

The sound of the big voice is hopeful, and it hurts the invisible.

He has suffered the great loss of this spell, and it can be said that he has experienced the pain.

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes showed a hint of excitement. He had to learn this spell to make up for the shortcomings of his current spell attack methods. There is no difference between good and bad, and the main reason is to see whether the person who uses it is right or wrong.

The second senior brother, who was seriously studying the "Detailed Explanation of Secret Techniques in the Room", suddenly put the book down, saw the watcher looking at him, and said in a low voice: "I... Look, I'm going to the kitchen to help the lame uncle."

He got up and walked away as if he was running away, but his steps were a little weird.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled in his eyes, this was a casual little test for the second senior brother, and it was asked by the second senior brother, and he instructed: "Second senior brother, you can silently recite this sect's 'Peaceful Mind's Mantra', but you can get rid of miscellaneous thoughts, wash away the dust, don't Affected by evil ways."

"Yes, the spectator is brilliant. Blessed and immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

The second senior brother stopped for a moment, and then returned to normal when he walked again.

It was only at this time that he realized that the back of the middle coat was covered in sweat, cold and greasy.

In his heart, he was secretly shocked by the evil Dao cultivation technique so powerful that he almost got the Dao. Seeing that the Guanzhu was immersed in it, his expression was clear and clear, and he was more and more admired when he made a judgment.

Check out the backyard first, then help in the kitchen.

Zhang Wenfeng was alone in Chenfeng trying to figure out the profound meaning of "Sound Explosion Technique".

The principle of this thing is not difficult to understand, but if you really want to use it, it will be very difficult to get it right for a while. Of course, if Luan Tingsan can use it, he can learn it. This confidence is still there.

A donkey approached, curiously watching the old yellow paper that Zhang Wenfeng had been staring at for a long time.

Is it so pretty?

"Don't make trouble, you are illiterate, and you can't understand the above techniques, so you can just join in the fun and play."

Zhang Wenfeng pushed the donkey's face away, and his efforts in compressing the sound wave were wasted again when he transferred Yuan Qi, which was not very good.

When the donkey heard the magic, his eyes lit up, and he was more excited than to find a female donkey for it, and he shouted: "Don't tell me, you teach me one or two attacking spells. Except for kicking with my hooves, I can Without any magic, next time you meet a more powerful opponent than today, how can you fight for you? Isn't it?"

Zhang Wenfeng put down the booklet and pushed the donkey's face away again. The tongue of this guy was about to lick his face.

You don't even know how to flatter people, you only know how to lick, and you're not a dog.

"You are a demon donkey, can you learn human magic? The meridians and breaths are different. If you study indiscriminately, don't go to hell."

The black donkey thought for a while, and said, "You teach me a simple one, I'll try it first, and if I find it's wrong, I won't be so stupid as to force myself to die... Alas, I've listened to the Taoist scriptures for many years, but I've never comprehended one. The door attacked the sorcery, and I don't know what happened?"

Basic auxiliary techniques such as internal vision, spiritual eye, and sound transmission do not count.

As long as these are enlightened, they will come naturally over time.

Zhang Wenfeng saw the pitiful words of this guy, and smiled: "Okay, don't sell it badly, I will teach you how to use the Yuan Qi of this sound explosion technique, you try it, if you can't, don't force it, I don't want tomorrow. Eat the whole donkey feast."

"Know it, know it, teach me quickly."

Donkey automatically filters the last sentence.

The temple master is fine with everything, but he has a mouth.

"Listen well: Da Yin Xi Sheng, the Dao has a trace..."

Zhang Wenfeng told Donkey about the spells of the sound explosion technique, and explained his point of view that the sound explosion technique was similar to the sound transmission technique.

Donkey repeated the text of the sound explosion technique, and after it was accurate, he turned around and walked away in a daze.

Zhang Wenfeng tried a few more times, but still could not reach the threshold. Seeing that the sky was bright and the birds were chirping in the treetops, he calmly put the old yellow paper into his arms, and there would be time to study in the future.

He is not pedantic. Of course, the so-called secret method is that the less people outside know, the better, and the sound explosion technique has a drawback. If the other party is prepared, it cannot be unexpected, and it will not have any effect.

After flipping through the two sorcery booklets, I found no intervening pages.

Putting down the booklet, he picked up the dew-moistened purse and pinched it. Then he tore off the string and looked at it. There was only some scraps of silver in it. After skipping the three silver notes and the yellow paper talisman, he picked up the small wooden box on the ground.

The surface of the box looks very bright, probably because the owner of the item often takes it out and rubs it.

Shaking the box, I heard a dull, hard object hitting the "dong dong" sound.

Then put it to the ear and listen carefully for half a sound, there is no subtle crawling noise.

He put the box on the ground and quickly opened the lid. There was a smaller brocade bag inside. There were no poisonous insects and the like. Press it to check. The brocade bag contained three hard objects.

Pinch the ends of the string of the bag and pull it apart, tearing open the mouth of the bag.

There were three bright and warm, flat pale white jade stones inside, smooth and smooth, half the length of the thumb.

"This is... aura stone!"

Chapter 39 Zhang Guan's swordsmanship is really good

Zhang Wenfeng's breathing stopped for a moment.

He had seen half of the identification of spiritual objects, and with a glance, he recognized that it was a famous spiritual stone in the cultivation world.

This is a very versatile good thing!

It can assist in cultivation, and can be used for formation, alchemy, etc.

Of course, the biggest use of aura stones is to use them as currency in the cultivation world. Master Xuanmu once left a bunch of them in the secret room, but unfortunately... he now has three more.

Putting the bag containing the aura stones back into the small wooden box and putting it in the cuffs, it was as natural as taking back his own items. Other things were nothing to watch. He put all the items back into Luan Ting's three pockets, including the three silver notes.

The leader of the bandit was killed by him, and he took the loot that was useful to him. It was a normal thing.

He is no longer a commoner in white, and has become a member of the Daolu Branch, so he doesn't need to be as cautious as before.

He will also do what he needs to do to save face. Didn't he leave three banknotes?

He is still slowly understanding some of the rules of the Daolu Branch.

The female thief who had walked over and died crouched down next to her, and searched carefully for a while. Except for the hidden weapon canister, dark green beads, sweat towels, a few pieces of broken silver and other odds and ends, there were no other special items.

The old cripple took away a small stack of silver bills, the black donkey watched the whole process, turned his head and informed him through voice transmission.

The black donkey is very clear about who it is following, and it will not be dizzy because of a female donkey. Besides, the only person who can really make the decision to buy the female donkey is the boss of the watch, and the old lame person has the right to propose at most.

Zhang Wenfeng did not expose the old cripple's cheating.

In Su Bo's impression, the old lame man had no relationship or reason, and he was his own person who wanted to make the Taoist temple his own for the sake of Taoism. Except for a few drinks in town occasionally, he would die in the Taoist temple in the future.

The former Guanzhu, before his master emerged, repeatedly instructed him to treat the old lame man well, and to provide for the old lame man before he died.

He wanted to see what the old cripple was going to do with the stack of banknotes?

Money moves people's hearts, and it is also a mirror.

The second senior brother came out of the kitchen and greeted, "Guanzhu, it's time for breakfast."

"coming."

Today's morning class has to be made up later, and now there is no place to be clean, and it is not suitable for entering the hall.

After eating breakfast, take a shower, put on new Taoist robes and new cloth shoes, open the main hall door with the second senior brother who has also cleaned up, add three candles to brighten the light, add oil to the ever-bright lamp, wipe the utensils and burn incense for the morning class .

The treasures in the hall are solemn, fragrant mist is lingering, and the sound of chanting scriptures is like the sound of heaven.

Outside the hall, the corpses of the bandits were crouched in a bloody state, and the black donkey stood like a statue.

After finishing the morning class, I sent the second senior brother to run into the city, and took his note to the Daolu Branch to find Master Wu or Fu Gujing.

He must sit in the Taoist temple, lest he go wrong again.

The leader of the robber who slipped through the net came to the door and was executed on the mountain, and the case could be said to be completely closed.

He should be able to practice peacefully for a few days, and when he gradually builds up the foundation of his practice, he will then buy the plot of land that belongs to the source of Lingquan, as a foundation for the future inheritance of Taoism.

He was reciting scriptures and farming on the mountain, improving his cultivation and figuring out spells, and he was very happy.

After more than half an hour, he sat in the hall to meditate and adjust his breath, recovering most of his cultivation.

Hearing the old lame man's greeting outside, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes, stood up calmly, and walked out of the threshold of the main hall. Senior brother is not as fast as them, and it is estimated that it will take a while to rush back.

After greeting a few words of courtesy, Fu Gujing laughed and joked:

"Brother Zhang, you don't pay much attention to what you're doing. Master Wu was busy for the whole night yesterday, arranging the portraits of An Pai and posting matters, urging the group of painters to jump around, and the subordinates of the Daolu Branch were dispatched to run around. You keep things quiet and wrap things up all by yourself.

Tell yourself, where do those portraits that came out of work go?Brothers still working? "

Yun Qiuhe pursed his lips and smiled, and went around the steps to check the corpses on the wheat field.

Indeed, when I heard the news this morning, Master Wu hurriedly called someone to inform the painter who had stayed up all night to rest.

If you let the painters know that it was useless to stay up all night, and they didn't secretly get angry and smoke, and their nostrils were bubbling?

Don't bully people like that.

Zhang Wenfeng spread his hands, full of helplessness: "I tried my best to persuade the three thieves to go to the city to eat and drink spicy food, but they won't listen to all the good things, and they have to rely on my little Taoist temple. I tried my best to save them, I really don't want to steal the business of my brothers, please forgive me!"

Fu Gujing laughed and shouted: "Brother Zhang is right to speak like this, or else you will talk about Daozu all the time and hear me..."

Zhang Wenfeng reminded: "Brother Fu is careful, this is in front of the Taoist ancestors where the Taoist temple is located. Blessed are immeasurable gods!"

Fu Gujing hurriedly faced the Taoist temple and bowed his head to apologise: "The disciple has no form, it is an unintentional statement, please do not blame the Taoist ancestor. When the official business is finished, the disciple will plead guilty with incense! The Taoist ancestor is merciful."

He seeks longevity, and in his heart there is a limit to the belief in the Taoist ancestors, but he cannot live up to the truth.

A small episode passed and got down to business.

The black donkey leaned closer and put his nose to the chest of Yun Qiuhe, who was on the sidelines, and took a sniff. It was very fragrant.

Yun Qiuhe touched the top door of the docile donkey's head with Qianqiansu's hand, and said with a smile, "Zhang Guanzhu, even donkeys are very special in your Taoist temple. You don't need to tie a rope.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the stupid and cute animal pretending to be cute, and said, "It has spirituality and can't be lost."

It can also talk, a slut.

The black donkey ran to Zhang Wenfeng's side again, and dragged his sleeve to voice transmission: "Someone is here, several."

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted immediately. Before the fifth watch, a fire broke out on the mountain, and many trees were scorched. The watchman who was on the night watch in the town several miles away should have seen it.

"It's okay, come with them."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't plan to come forward. With Fu Gujing and a few people around, he didn't need to spit.

Fu Gujing didn't strip the corpse completely this time. It's useless. Last time, it was to find out the evidence and clues of the thief, so he investigated too carefully. He looked at Luan Tingsan's corpse and praised:

"Brother Zhang really has you, a sword in the chest, with unusual power, great swordsmanship!"

Yun Qiuhe nodded in agreement: "A head-to-head confrontation, a very powerful blow!"

They are all experts. They can see many things through the penetrating wounds on the chest and back, as well as the visceral fragments flowing out. Fu Gujing has rich experience and can see some differences.

He glanced through the eyes of the bandit leader and nodded secretly. Brother Zhang used that low-level magic mirror to shadow Luan Tingsan again.

Shen Si wore a hat and didn't speak. He originally planned to return today. He heard that Zhang Guanzhu, a small country Taoist temple he looked down on, had settled the bandit leader who had slipped through the net. He was curious and came over to take a look.

Turning his head slightly, he glanced at Zhang Guanzhu with a calm expression.

The cultivation base is not high, and the swordsmanship is really good.

Although Zhang Guanzhu's painting skills are unique, he tried it and couldn't get the trick at all, but he would not lower his head to ask Zhang Guanzhu for advice and study. Painting skills are only a distraction after practice, and an aid to cultivate one's mind. What can be compared to swordsmanship?

I have a high opinion of this mysterious Zhang Guanzhu.

To be able to leapfrog and kill the bandit leader in the middle stage of Huaqi Realm, he is considered powerful!

Zhang Guanzhu looked as usual, and explained in his mouth: "It's all Taoist audiences who work together to kill the enemy. I took a bit of a trick. Luan Tingsan and the others were out of luck. I'll take you to the backyard to have a look. Light, the situation was really dangerous at the time!"

The old cripple listened from a little distance on the side, the Guanzhu acted in a low-key manner, very safe, and he was relieved.

It's really good for the old man to see people with this kind of vigor and stability.

A few times from the mountain pass in the southeast, there were several draws of knives, and nervous shouts: "Who are you? In broad daylight, if you dare to kill people, you will be captured before you can!"

Chapter 40 Farming Yiqing Is Not Every Day

Several of Fu Gujing are experts, and their positions are very particular. They found someone going up the mountain a while ago. Of course, no donkey found it early. Who told people to stroll around when they had nothing to do?

A few pairs of eyes staring at Qi Shaanhuan, the three Youxu who came up the mountain couldn't bear it.

There are too many bandits, all of them seem to be masters, and their hearts keep beating.