Taoist chanting

A good life begins with learning spells.

It looks forward to one day when he has the ability to fly and escape, he will walk the rivers and lakes with the spectator.

It is chivalrous and righteous, and it is a donkey hero who is personally praised and proud.

Drink the strongest wine, ride the strongest... female donkey.

In the play, it says so.

Chapter 42 A Donkey's Jianghu Dream

After dinner, taking advantage of the free time before the evening class started, Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey went to the woods on the east side of the mountain.

Pointing to the noisy homing birds on the three-foot-high branch in front of him, he said via voice transmission: "Try using the sound explosion technique, and let me see how you do it?"

The donkey thought that Guan mainly pointed out whether it was doing the right magic, opened his mouth with pleasure, showing his white teeth, and gave a blue and black feathered bird that he didn't know about.

Zhang Wenfeng used his spiritual eye technique to see an invisible wave that suddenly erupted on the bird's head without hearing any sound.

The afflicted bird fell to the ground like a stone, causing the other birds to flee in all directions.

Dodging to catch the bird, Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the bird, which was slightly smaller than the pigeon, was not dead, but just passed out, put the poor bird with a concussion on the ground, walked away a few steps, and said to the donkey, "You look to my left. The ear casts a sonic boom, let me see how powerful it is?"

Pointing to the left ear, he has already been able to control the thickness of the ear hole filled with Aoki's wave technique.

The donkey admired the ability of the watcher more and more, and he sprayed the watcher unceremoniously.

Zhang Wenfeng paid attention to the subtle movements of the donkey's spellcasting, his left ear "buzzed", he used his fingers to dig the itchy ear hole, nodded at the donkey, and said, "It's okay, you learned well, it's best not to open your mouth too much. Big, don't shake your long ears, and cast spells silently."

What a talent, no, what an ass!

Teach it as if it were fun in the morning, learn it as if it were a donkey, and its power is no weaker than that of Luan Tingsan.

When the donkey heard the words, he nodded his head, the spectator is the spectator, and he gave him a lot of advice at once.

"Tell me, how do you understand Sonic Boom? Say it with your real feelings."

"It's a real feeling... It's similar to what you said to perform the sound transmission technique, you compress the sound waves, and then release the compression. Lord, is there something wrong with the way I perform it?"

"Almost, you have to practice more in the future. By the way, you can't use magic attacks on Taoist people."

"Understood, you can't use magic against your own people."

"Very good. Tell me, what do you want to do after you learn spells in the future? What are your plans?"

Now that he has started talking, the spectator wants to take the opportunity to hear what the donkey has to say.

Watch his actions and listen to his words, and then he decides whether to teach the donkey other spells, and the law should not be passed on lightly.

"I plan... Guanzhu boss, I want to learn your skills, can you walk the rivers and lakes with you, be a chivalrous person, eliminate violence and peace, kill evil thieves and robbers, and become a donkey hero that everyone admires?"

After listening to Donkey's inner words, Zhang Wenfeng used ten years of cultivation to suppress the shock in his heart, and the mood swings that almost laughed out of his internal injury, patted Donkey's head encouragingly, what a good idea.

He was relieved to think so.

The family is still a child, and every teenager once had a dream of a hero who walks the rivers and lakes.

With a mind like a blank sheet of paper, he will have to give advice from time to time in the future.

From the beginning of the road, we can't go astray.

Especially the old lame person, who is full of bad habits, often talking about swear words such as donkey day, Laozi, etc. He can't be too harsh on someone who is an elder, but he can't let the old lame person take the simple donkey to the one who is looking for the female donkey lady. Go on a crooked road.

It is necessary to help the donkey to establish a correct view of the world and the life of the donkey, and encourage and encourage it to take the right path.

Zhang Wenfeng deeply felt that he had a long way to go, and said with a smile:

"Yes! You can do it!"

The donkey who got the affirmation let out an "ah uh" howl to express its excitement, and rubbed its head against the door of its donkey student mentor Guanzhu boss.

"Since you have this ambition, I will teach you another attacking spell: Aoki Thorn."

With a smile on his face, Zhang Wenfeng took out the booklet from his arms, flipped to the "Aoki Sacrifice Technique" that recorded the basic attack method of Muxing, read it to the donkey word by word, and explained it in a simple way. Aoki Zanshu has some understanding of his own, although he can't use it yet, his cultivation is too weak.

Maybe the genius donkey learned it?

When the donkey heard it, he repeated it word for word, and the wooden brain thought and circled around the trees in the woods.

The birds on the ground finally woke up, flapping their wings and chirping, flying crookedly and almost hitting a tree.

It's just freaking out.

It turned out that the donkey was not genius at all in learning the Aoki thorn spell, and it took him two days to master it.

After listening to Donkey's confusion, Zhang Wenfeng comforted him not to worry, to cultivate slowly, not to be too hasty, perhaps because he didn't understand enough, spend more time trying to figure it out, etc. He himself was actually still worried about the use of the sound explosion technique.

To his chagrin he found himself inferior to a donkey.

Of course, he was very calm, did his homework and practice step by step, brewed tea with spiritual spring water from a gourd, and drank the spiritual spring water every day.

The wheat is planted, the sunflower beans are not yet fully mature, and the brassica is not in a hurry to raise seedlings.

It is a little slack time.

The second senior brother was so busy every day that his feet couldn't fall to the ground. Since the Guanzhu awake and empowered him to make great aspirations, he was full of energy like a chicken blood. He took the test plate handed to him by the Guanzhu and preached in Zhangjiazhuang. The new rules of Taoism.

In two days, all children of the appropriate age range were tested, and five people were finally selected.

In the face of all kinds of behaviors of relatives who almost want to plug people, he refuses all of them and does business in a businesslike manner.

He is upright and honest, and he is not afraid of offending people for what he has identified. Even if the qualifications of the eldest brother and grandson of the spectator do not meet the requirements, he firmly refuses not to be included, and apologizes to the spectator afterwards.

The spectator smiled and encouraged: "Be kind! Uphold your original heart, and you will always be there."

The second senior brother admired the spectator more and more, this is the broad mind that a cultivator should have.

Abide by the rules, do not float on the surface;

Be fair, and do everything by yourself.

At the same time, a group of carpenters, masons, and more than a dozen craftsmen, including carpenters and masons, were recruited from Zhangjiazhuang. Together with the Guanzhu and the old lame man, they decided to build a wall, a yard, a livestock yard and six residences. The construction period and price of the yard.

As for the comprehensive renovation of the backyard at the top of the mountain, it will be able to live in temporarily when the construction at the bottom of the mountain is completed.

The spectator handed over a deposit of [-] taels of silver, and the low hills below began to settle in, and started logging and building foundations to buy masonry.

Because the house to be built needs to live in dolls selected from Zhangjiazhuang, the craftsmen patted their chests in front of the old lame man to ensure that they will never cut corners. The face of the old Zhang family.

The craftsmen who work in the low mountain go home to rest every day, and build a temporary shed at the foot of the mountain to start cooking.

They don't affect the cleanliness of the mountain, and the young temple master is generous in doing things, and the money is enough.

The donkey strolled around and guarded the water pool it found all the time, not allowing other wild animals to get involved, taught the yellow-skinned people, hedgehogs, mice and other guys who invaded its territory, and at the same time supervised the human beings who worked.

Chapter 43 Money Touches People's Hearts (Thanks for Support)

The old lame man and the second senior brother went to the city and spent half a day buying a working bull.

This winter, I didn't have to work hard to cultivate the fields. I raised cattle to grind noodles and cultivate my feelings.

After dinner, the old cripple deliberately stopped Guan Zhu, who was leaving the table and chopsticks first, and said, "Brother Feng, stop for a while, the old man has something to tell you."

Zhang Wenfeng sat down again and said with a smile, "Uncle lame, what's the matter?"

The old cripple scratched the back of his head, sat on the chair and smiled: "Brother Feng, you are not a mother-in-law in your work, so I will say it straight, I was looking for the female thief the other morning, and I found seven silver notes, and now I am in the process of When you need money, I will give you all the bank notes."

He took out a small stack of silver notes from his arms and handed it to the spectator who was looking at him.

The second senior brother looked at the colorful stacks of silver bills, and looked at this and that in surprise. He was worried that the watcher would be angry.

The old cripple is too inauthentic, how can he hide the banknotes privately and still pay so much?

Zhang Wenfeng hesitated for a while, and took the banknotes with both hands. This stack of seven banknotes came from four different banks, three of which were one hundred, and four of which were fifty. In total, there were 500 taels of silver notes, which was a lot of money.

Robbers are suspicious by nature and refuse to put their money in one basket, fearing that everything will go to waste if something goes wrong.

As a result, even his life was thrown on the mountain, and both people and wealth were empty.

The donkey, licking the wine bowl, glanced at the banknotes. The number was correct. It was illiterate and had no problem recognizing simple numbers.

"Uncle lame is so kind, how can I be wrong? You are worried that I am young and ignorant and will hand over all the bank notes to the government, so you kept them for me for a few days. The other day, Daoyou Fu also hinted that the bank notes may not be handed in, so let's Use it without regret, thank you uncle lame! There is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure!"

The stone in Zhang Wenfeng's heart fell to the ground.

People's hearts can stand the test, and money can touch people's hearts.

After receiving the bank note, he stood up and folded his fists and bowed slightly.

The old cripple hurriedly stood up and held it up, and said cheerfully, "Our own family, don't like this."

In fact, the heart is very useful, and the master is a level.

"There is an old man in the family, and there is a treasure", these words came to his heart. It is best to write it down and make a scroll to hang it in the dining room.

The donkey stuck its head hard against the old lame man's wounded shoulder, and wiped the tickling wine from his mouth.

The old lame man who ran across the rivers and lakes is not a young man with dirty hands and feet. He did not see the wrong person, otherwise, his dreams of the rivers and lakes will be covered with a layer of dust.

"Hey, you are a donkey, and you only pick on the shoulders that I am not good enough. I have no money, and I will buy you a mother donkey who is a fart? You won't be able to drink wine tomorrow."

The old lame man was in a good mood for three breaths. He was stabbed by the donkey and broke his defense. He didn't kick the donkey flexibly and jumped out of the dining hall.

The second senior brother had a smile on his face, hurriedly rushing to wash the tableware and chopsticks, and let the lame uncle sit down and rest.

Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the dining room, feeling very comfortable.

The burning clouds in the west shone brightly red between the heavens and the earth, and tomorrow will be a sunny day.

It is best to choose a house in autumn and winter, and it will not be annoying to rain.

Stepping up to the field in front of the Taoist temple, pacing with his hands behind his back, he had a silver ticket. He was thinking about the purchase of the two hilltops in the northwest, and how to develop and utilize it in the future.

The donkey came back in a circle, and said through a sound transmission: "Guangzhu, several people have come up the mountain, and they are also carrying one person."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded. The Zhang family who built the yard and built the fence at the foot of the mountain would not easily go up the mountain. It was getting dark at this time, and they were busy finishing work and rushing back to Zhuangzi five miles away to go back to their respective homes. Who came up the mountain at this hour?

He still walked with his hands behind his back, and did not go to the mountain intersection.

About one word time (one word is equal to 5 minutes), a group of seven or eight people climbed up panting. It was very difficult to lift one person up the mountain with a wooden frame rope wrapped in a quilt, and also brought bamboo baskets, baskets and other items, including old people.

Most of the Taoist temples are built on the top of the mountain. In the words of the old practice, they are closer to the sky and farther from the world.

It is convenient for Taoists to purify and cultivate their minds, sharpen themselves, and support themselves.

Monk temples like to be built on the mountainside or at the foot of the mountain, which is convenient for pilgrims to come and go.

A gray-haired old man who was supported by a young man on crutches was dripping with sweat, and a few strands of messy hair stuck to his forehead, blocking part of his vision. He couldn't breathe evenly, and hurriedly shouted: "It's... but Guanzhu Zhang, please... Zhang Guanzhu, please help!"

The old man's voice was crying, panting and anxious, out of breath for a while, let go of his crutches and went straight to kneel on the ground.

The young man who supported the old man lifted it up, and hurriedly knelt down with him.

"It can't be done!"

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't figure out where the other party came from, but he could only see that it was a group of mortals, among which three men were Confucian and powerful.

In the blink of an eye, he swept from the steps to the front of the old man, and several men were stunned. Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to support the old man who was about to give a big salute, so that the old man would not fall on his knees.

Letting the old man kneel is to detract from merit and even life. There are many taboos involved here.

Some elderly people are in a hurry to ask for help, and the so-called emergency medical treatment does not understand the importance of this.

"Let's talk about what's going on first? ... For you, don't worry, just make it clear."

Seeing the old man's tears and snot sticking to his face, Zhang Wenfeng panted and couldn't speak. He bent down and coughed. He stretched out his hand, patted the old man's back, looked at the young man beside him, and asked gently.

If he doesn't know the whole story, how can he randomly promise to save people?

He is a Taoist priest. Although he knows some medical and herbal medicine, he is not a doctor and his life cannot be saved.

The young man tightly supported the coughing old man's arm and said anxiously, "My eldest brother... I heard that I bumped into something dirty, and an expert pointed out that you can do it here to expel..."

No matter how anxious he was, he didn't dare to say the word "ghost", it was too scary.

Before he could finish speaking, the man on the wooden shelf behind him, covered with the quilt, made a weak voice: "It's you... the villain is the upper reaches of the town to take care of the whole..."

Zhang Wenfeng understood.

He stepped forward and uncovered a corner of the quilt, revealing a man with a blue-black complexion and deep-set eyes. It was really he who had instructed Gu Quan, who was haunted by ghosts, but he had not seen him for a few days, but he was on the verge of dying, under the surprised gaze of the other party. Covered with quilt again.

Gu Quan was so deficient in essence and blood that he shivered from the cold under the quilt.

The second senior brother and the old cripple who were busy in the kitchen didn't even bother to wipe their hands, and ran out of the house.