Taoist chanting

At about five o'clock in the evening, someone discovered that there was a fire on the top of the mountain in the direction of Xianlingguan. No one dared to go up the mountain in the dark, and no one knew what was going on on the mountain until the sun was high, and the traveler in charge of the security couldn't stand the town. Many people are talking, they have to go up the mountain to see what is going on?

Otherwise, something really happened, and the city asked, how did they respond?

Yun Qiuhe saw that the landlord, Zhang Guanzhu, didn't seem to want to stand out, so he took out the silver token, walked over, and said: "This case is taken over by the Daolu Branch, you can control your own mouth, appease other people, don't go up the mountain to do too much trouble, Understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand, adults, please rest assured, no one will bother going up the mountain, the villain will retire!"

You Xiuer knew the law enforcement guard token of Daolu Branch, and he led his subordinates down the mountain as if receiving amnesty.

It was so tragic, there was blood everywhere, and the corpses were separated. How dare they participate?

It's really strange. In just a few days, there have been two dead cases in this town, which is too evil.

Zhang Wenfeng paid attention for a moment, and there was a ghost named Gu Quan Youxi who was not among them.

Fu Gujing continued to be busy, taking out all the items on the bandit leader's body and placing them on the ground.

He was able to analyze it through the three still moist silver notes. Zhang Guanzhu searched the body, which was obvious. The first of the three silver notes was evenly moist on the front, and it was on the face. The humidity of one sheet overlaps, and the bottom sheet has fine soil on the back, and the edges are slightly wet.

A comparative analysis of various clues can lead to the following conclusions:

Zhang Guanzhu did not draw the banknotes.

Opening the two booklets and flipping through them, Fu Gujing smiled and said, "Silver and other things are second. These evil methods and harmful things must be handed over and not kept privately. The above attaches great importance to this matter."

The words have already hinted very directly, except for the evil way, silver and other items can be taken, brother.

Zhang Wenfeng looked normal, next time he would know the rules.

The benefits can be taken, but not to be said.

Fu Gujing continued to examine the female thief's body, looking at the large depression on the left temple, stained with blood and deformed head, he was a little puzzled, what kind of heavy weapon caused such huge damage?

Seeing that Brother Zhang didn't seem to mean to explain, he didn't ask too much, who could have no secrets?

When looking at the last white zombie whose body was separated, he whispered: "Living corpse, it's rare."

Pulling out the iron drill forcefully, he asked curiously, "Who in your Taoist temple still uses this?"

The old lame man stepped forward, picked up the iron drill, and said with a smile, "The fire drill used by the little old man to burn the fire hastily caught and dealt with the thief, making the adults laugh."

Fu Gujing looked at the uninjured lame old man, gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "You are a treasure gun that is not old! The Zhongping gun is amazing!"

From the angle of the wound, the old cripple took over Tie Zhan's subconscious posture and judged the opponent's path.

"Where, you praise!"

The old cripple laughed so hard that he was a man who likes to be praised by others for his age, and his glory is not lost.

Yun Qiuhe didn't understand what the hell the senior brother and the old half-la man were laughing at.

After finishing here, the second senior brother held a large jar of sorghum wine in his right hand, two gourds on the front and back of his shoulders, and a hanging fresh fish and fresh meat in his left hand and ran back. When I go to the city, I buy wine and meat by the way, and I want to celebrate the three people's robbery and robbery.

As for clothes, I don't really care, as long as they don't show their buttocks.

The two gourds are the items that the goddess needs.

After Fu Gujing was busy, he packed all the evidence separately, Yun Qiuhe packed the body with ease, and after cleaning his hands, several people went to the Taoist temple to offer incense, refused the invitation of Guanzhu Zhang to keep them for tea and dinner, and hurried back to the city with their belongings.

Master Wu is still waiting for the case to be closed, and they can't stay for long.

The Taoist temple three people and one donkey worked for half the morning, using water, brooms and hoes to clean up the blood and filth in the wheat field.

Filled in a lot of soil, rolled it back and forth to make it look brand new, and it looked much more comfortable.

The lunch was full of wine, fish and fresh meat. The old lame specially poured a bowl of sorghum wine for the donkey and put it on the ground to reward the donkey's spirituality.

The old lame man sighed deeply: "Other people's dogs will look after the house and the hospital. Our Taoist donkeys are even better. They will also help fight and make bad things. Therefore, in the future, donkeys will also be a member of our Taoist temple."

"Yes, the donkey deserves the credit."

The two brothers agreed.

The black donkey tasted the wine, so he was very welcome.

The spectators on the table generally do not drink alcohol, and even if they drink, it is only a small bowl of light tasting.

The second senior brother refused to drink at most three bowls, and also learned to be cunning. The old lame couldn't find a drinking partner. Seeing the donkey drinking happily, he poured another bowl for the donkey. One person and one donkey drank happily. .

Zhang Wenfeng doesn't talk much at the dinner table, unless it's a banquet, he eats and puts it out.

After washing his face and hands, he went to the west hall to drink tea and ponder the spell. After a while, he suddenly heard the old cripple laughing and scolding from outside: "Donkey day, the wine is not good when you are drunk, and you are crazy about drinking." Yo."

When I got up and went out, I saw the stumbled donkey fell to the ground outside the dining hall, and turned over drunk.

This may be the first time the donkey slept flat on the ground.

The instigator, the old lame man, clapped his legs and laughed. He was drinking too high, and he was unable to walk steadily when he fell backwards. Seeing the calm expression on his face, the old lame man coughed and slipped into the kitchen with his neck shrunk.

I don't know why, but now the master-viewer is so sophisticated and steady that he feels guilty after making jokes.

It wasn't like this before, becoming a monk and immortal character, it's different after all.

In the afternoon, Zhang Wenfeng and his second senior brother went barefoot, used a dung pan to pick soil and manure together, spread a layer of black soil fertilizer on the leveled land, and then used shovels and hoes to dig furrows to make long wheat ridges.

Then one person used a sharp-nosed hoe to open the pit, and the other person carried a bamboo basket, scattered the wheat seeds that had been selected earlier, and pulled the soil to cover it.

This is all physical hard work, repeated over and over again, the two of them have a cultivation base in their bodies and their backs are sore.

While sitting in the shade of the field ridge to rest and drink water, Zhang Wenfeng pointed to the northwest and said, "I plan to buy the two hills and the forest as a Taoist industry, and plant fruits and vegetables after reclamation. , rice, corn, cinnabar, wheat, etc..."

The second brother choked on a mouthful of cold water until it spewed out of his nostrils, and then stopped coughing for a while.

The spectator was so bold that he was frightened.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Of course it's not that the two of us are going to cultivate the land ourselves, otherwise we won't be able to do it without training.

I plan to build five or six brick and tile houses in the low hills in the south. The Taoist temple will recruit at least twenty or thirty apprentices. This is only the first batch. It will be determined later. The apprentices who fail the annual assessment will be sent home. After three years, he became an official Taoist disciple.

There is not much land to be reclaimed, and it is not enough for them to work and experience the hard life. In the early stage, you can invite nearby farmers to reclaim and work, and we will start working. "

He's a fool to turn himself into an authentic farmer.

Farming Yiqing is not about picking dung every day.

Of course, cultivators still focus on cultivating the mind and practicing Qigong and improving their cultivation.

Chapter 41 Do you want to live forever?

Second Senior Brother heard that he was going to recruit twenty or thirty apprentices. He summed up for a moment and said, "We can't recruit so many people in our village." It would be good to recruit five suitable ones.

"First try to recruit us in Zhangjiazhuang. If the scope is not enough, all villages in Shixiang and Bali can go to the assessment. As long as the qualifications are suitable, the treatment is the same."

Zhang Wenfeng enlightened this well-behaved cousin, saying: "Cultivation is not only about burning incense, chanting sutras and doing morning classes, but also not just working in the fields. Now is the time when the spiritual energy is rising, the old and the new are changing, opportunities are everywhere, and longevity can be expected. , you must be determined, how big your heart is, and the road under your feet will be broad, and you may not have entered the Qi Qi realm one day."

Second Senior Brother murmured, "Aspiration... Aspire?"

In his dreams, he wanted to enter the world of immortality, but he couldn't do anything about it, and his future was bleak.

"Yes, make a big ambition first! Do you want to live forever?"

"I do, of course I do."

"Speak up, do you want to live forever?"

"miss you!"

It was very loud, and in the woods on the low hills, the birds frightened away a group of birds, chirping and cursing incomprehensible bird songs.

Thinking about it is right, this is determination and establishing a strong belief.

Zhang Wenfeng decided to let his senior brother strengthen his faith in the days to come, so that he would not be crazy or break the situation.

With the aid of the spiritual spring, it should and may be possible to create a Qi Transformation Realm cultivator.

In a world where the old and the new have changed drastically, it is impossible for him to practice peacefully on the mountain. His good wishes are only wishes after all, and he will definitely be involved in all kinds of disputes between right and wrong. think.

Big changes are big chaos, and no one can sit back and enjoy the success.

The more cultivator, the more involved the vortex of right and wrong, not just wanting to live a peaceful life.

Trouble will not let any cultivator in the world of Qingming go, and the only way to deal with it is to strive to become stronger.

The master warned in the book: "If you don't cause trouble, things will come to provoke you, you can't avoid it, you can only face it."

He needs a helper who can safely deliver his back to take care of the foundation for him. The second senior brother is undoubtedly the most suitable person in terms of temperament and temperament.

Of course, everything has to wait for the second senior brother to enter the Qi Transformation Realm, otherwise it is just his wishful thinking.

Before that, he would not let anyone know the secret of the spiritual spring water.

Except for the donkey who discovered the spiritual spring.

The donkey slept in the sun for almost an hour, then rolled over and got up. The hard ground of the wheat field made its bones ache.

It murmured and complained, not understanding why humans had to lie down and sleep.

Wouldn't it be nice to sleep standing up?

It was the first time to drink alcohol. I used to overhear the old lame man bragging about the stories of the rivers and lakes. It seems that there are no heroes in the story who are not good at drinking. Accompanied by wine.

After eating it, it feels like the same taste, spicy mouth and throat.

It is not difficult for it to run the demonic energy to eliminate the stamina of alcohol.

It is to experience the pride of a hero who drinks freely, without cheating with demonic qi, drunk and lying in Taoism, Lord Grim.

He heard thunderous snoring in the kitchen, and looked around, the old cripple was drunk and fell asleep in the firewood pit.

The old man of the donkey day, compared with the donkey lord, can't overturn you when you are drunk.

The donkey was quite proud of his invincibility, and he ran down the mountain happily. When he saw the master and the second senior brother sitting on the field ridge chatting, his eyes looked at it, and the donkey was busy wading in the stream to the west end of the woods.

It also knows shame when drunk, but fortunately its face is covered with hair, and it cannot be seen blushing.

Running to the top of the pool and rocks he found, the donkey was about to sing aloud, expressing its joy and poetic feeling after drinking, when it suddenly glared angrily.

Very bold, dare to steal water from its territory.

What made it even more irritating was that the gray-haired fat hare pulled a pile of feces on the pebbles on the side, and the spectator would be angry!

Seeing it coming, the hare didn't dodge, but Big Thorn squatted there to look at it, his small eyes full of provocation.

Whether it is bearable or unbearable, there is no need to bear it any longer.

The hare jumped up six feet with a scream of "goo", "baha" and fell heavily on the stone. After bouncing a few times, the gray eyes turned white, and the limbs twitched and fainted.

"Dare to grab territory with Lord Donkey, I don't know how to write the word "dead"?"

The donkey is very satisfied with the sound-boom technique of the Guanzhu Church, in fact, it doesn't know how to write the word "dead".

What a useful spell, just open your mouth and let out a breath, and you will put down the timid hare, otherwise it will be too ugly to let such a big man chase a nimble hare in the woods.

The hare excrement was carefully cleaned up with its hooves, and the donkey drank the cool and sweet spring water and felt comfortable.

Biting the back of the hare's neck, wading down the water, turning a few turns, then climbing up the slope, putting the plump hare in front of the watcher who was still lazy and talking about no work, facing the watcher. The Lord and Second Senior Brother looked a little surprised, and the donkey's head was about to rise to the sky.

Am I proud?

I don't, I'm just used to looking up at the sky with my head held high.

"Still alive, my dear, how did you catch it? It wasn't the rabbit that hit the tree, did you pick it up?"

Zhang Wenfeng lifted the ears of the cute wild rabbit and weighed it, the hare that got fat in autumn was really fat.

There were no scars that made his head bleed, he guessed and asked aloud.

Facing the irresponsible slander and speculation of the spectator, the donkey lowered his head in dissatisfaction and protested a few times, "Ah uh", and said, "I use the sonic boom technique you taught by the spectator, and I can easily clean it up with a slap, what's the use? Picking up ready-made ones? Boss of the spectator, you can teach me two spells when you are free, do you want them?"

The donkey's attitude is very sincere, and it has to learn other skills from the master, and can't show the slightest pride, although it wants to be proud.

Zhang Wenfeng's surprise was no small matter, the donkey had learned magic, and he hadn't touched the edge yet.

No, I'll spend more time studying Sonic Boom tonight.

It's worse than a donkey, let him put his old face.

He replied with a sound transmission, snorted haha, and said to the second senior brother: "Let's eat braised rabbit meat for dinner at night. The black donkey is lucky, and we can catch the prey after walking around."

The second senior brother reached out and touched the hair on the top of the donkey, and praised: "Our Taoist donkey is stronger than the hunting dog specially raised by other people. In addition to guarding the house, it can also hunt."

What are you talking about, compare it to a stupid dog?

The donkey slandered, and he got the right letter from the master, and he didn't care about the second brother who made an inappropriate metaphor.

It bit the rabbit's skin and swung it up the mountain, letting the old cripple see what it was capable of, and telling the old cripple that the lunch at noon was not for nothing.