Taoist chanting

They don't know what's going on outside, it's noisy.

The old lame man touched a burning stick in his hand. He was good at using long weapons such as sticks and spears. When he saw the old man, he was stunned and poked the stick in his hand as a crutch. What are you doing? What happened?"

The lame man was not a lame man when he was young.

The old man Gu, who looked much older than him, but was actually similar in age, was a friend from a fight.

Chapter 44 Daoism Has Three Failures

Gu Laohan received a trace of Yuan Qi inputted by Zhang Wenfeng, and his body straightened up. Hearing the young Zhang Guanzhu's order to "carry people to the kitchen canteen", he didn't have time to respond to the old lame man, and hurriedly asked a few juniors to carry people carefully. Do as you please.

Knowing that Zhang Guanzhu was willing to save people, he wiped a handful of tears and snot with his sleeve, barely showing a smile to the old lame man who approached, and said:

"It's Brother Fang (the old cripple's name is Zhang Yifang, and there is an explanation earlier), hey, it's a long story, my eldest son has been filthy, and the master's advice is to expel him. Let's see what Zhang Guanzhu has to say. Let's Brothers, wait for a chat."

"Brother Gu, don't worry, people eat five grains and six meters, who doesn't suffer from three diseases and two pains? There must be a way."

The old cripple said a few words of comfort, but he didn't say that Guanzhu must have a way to save people.

This one can't go to that one, a living person can still suffocate their urine to death.

He trotted to the dining room with a wooden stick, and loudly instructed the second child standing in the kitchen to quickly push the table and chairs in the dining room to the side to make room, and put a few bars in the middle. Stool and stretcher.

The mud-brick thatched hut dining hall was built quite a bit, and it could be opened for more than a dozen people plus a stretcher.

Zhang Wenfeng ordered to bring a fire tray, and quickly started a fire of firewood on the side of the stretcher. The second senior brother hurried to the kitchen. The old cripple asked the young men who were in the way to give way to the side. He lit a few candles and oil lamps to illuminate.

The firewood was raised and the fire crackled.

Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward and gently opened the quilt, indicating that Gu Quan, who was still awake with half-open eyes but shivering from the cold, should not be nervous. He unbuttoned the cotton robe and the middle jacket, and pulled down the front of his chest and looked down.

Under the light of the candles held high everywhere, I saw a large area of ​​jet black from the back of Gu Quan's neck and shoulders to his chest.

The symptoms of the ghost eye and the ghost at the beginning were completely dissipated, and the jet black seemed to be wriggling like a living creature.

The other skins are pale, forming a very scary contrast.

Several of the young descendants who were watching from all sides were so frightened that they retreated, and one of them exclaimed, "Ghost..."

He was slapped in the face by a burly man with a black and red face, blocking the words behind him.

Shouting ghosts in front of ghosts, it is easy to be caught by ghosts, he is saving people.

Old Man Gu had seen Gu Quan's tragic appearance, but he couldn't help shedding tears.

What a crime!

As Zhang Wenfeng's fingers approached, the rich black color faded away to both sides, revealing the bluish-purple skin that seemed to be left after the collision. He sighed silently, retracted his fingers, buttoned his robe, and wrapped the quilt tightly.

Gu Quan's eyes closed tightly, and he fell asleep again.

Zhang Guanzhu turned his head and asked with a frown, "Why did you delay the delivery at this time? Who did you invite to show him?"

Like a mirror in his heart, the ghost eye and the ghost suddenly deteriorated. It was the Gu family who went to other homes to burn incense.

It was really hopeless, so I thought of sending it here to try my luck and save my life.

The patient's family was most afraid of saving lives, and Lang Zhong frowned and said such words that scare people to death.

Old man Gu's legs went limp, his eyes darkened, he couldn't hold his body anymore and knelt down, this was different from the way he knelt down before, this time he was frightened, all hope was lost, and there was no hope.

"Father!"

The young man holding the candle did not help him, and screamed.

The old lame man was quick, grabbed the old man Gu, and shouted, "What the hell are you looking at? Get a chair."

Several men hurriedly moved chairs over.

Zhang Wenfeng has never been a doctor, so he didn't know how powerful his own words were, he almost scared the worried old man Gu to death, he stepped forward, supported the old man on Gu's shoulder, and said, "It can be cured, but it's more troublesome, I only have four or five. Grab it."

He said two points less, this kind of thing of wiping other people's butts is very troublesome, and he doesn't want to touch his hands.

When Old Man Gu heard this, he came back to life and stood up straight.

He grabbed the sleeve of Zhang Guanzhu in front of him with his backhand, like a life-saving straw, and pleaded:

"It's all my fault that the old man was confused and couldn't send people to the mountain on the night of the third day of junior high. You have mercy and must help my poor boy. The old man's lard was blinded, thinking of your young age. , with a small reputation, I took the small three animal sacrifices to Jia Laodao, thinking that Jia Laodao is your senior brother, and the Taoism is profound, alas..."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't listen to these reasons. In his previous life, he had heard too many examples of how he couldn't save people, and instead was disturbed.

At this point, Gu Quan is only hanging in one breath, and his energy has been draining. It is estimated that he will not be able to survive until five in the morning.

Look at this old man's style, the composition is very large, he has to consider the reputation of Taoism.

Otherwise, people can't be saved on the mountain, and such people can do anything?

What if he is a cultivator or a law enforcement guard of the Daolu Branch?The old man was looking for life on the mountain, or he simply died, and he didn't do the same. At that time, his reputation would be lost, and his heart would be unhappy. Is he wronged?

"Please let me take action, but I only have four or five points of confidence. I will make it clear to you in advance that it is God's will to save you. If you can't save it, don't blame me. come in time."

He speaks ugly and hard words to the front.

He doesn't want to make a move if he can, and there is no room for mediation.

The old cripple supported Gu, who was at a loss with tears and snot, patted his shoulder silently, and said to Zhang Wenfeng, "Brother Feng, do you really have four or five points of confidence in saving people?"

He also looked at the horrific dirty things on the patient just now, and knew that this person was almost hopeless.

It's so pitiful, he wants to help his old friend win these chances, what if the tragedy of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person can be avoided?

He also knows Brother Feng's scruples and doesn't want to get into unnecessary trouble.

As soon as Zhang Wenfeng heard this, he knew that the old lame man had a very unusual relationship with the old man Gu. He was quite helpless, my old uncle, what kind of hand are you in?What a mess.

There are three things in Taoism: unbelievers will not be saved, dishonest people will not be saved, and treacherous people will not be saved.

Old Man Gu took almost two of them, what could he do to save him?

Seeing that the watcher was silent, the old cripple knew what he had in mind, and said to Zhang Wenfeng: "Brother Feng, allow me to discuss a few words with Brother Gu, pity the hearts of parents in the world, Brother Gu is not an unreasonable person, Brother Feng is forgiving. ."

"Success, I'll go outside to get some fresh air, you guys talk."

Zhang Wenfeng's face was calm, he walked out of the dining hall, followed closely by the second senior brother.

The two walked for a while, and the second senior brother reminded in a low voice, "Senior brother Jia has a profound Taoism and cannot save anyone..."

He is upright but not stupid, he understands the world, and most of the time he just ignores it.

Shaking his head, Zhang Wenfeng said in a low voice, "They delayed the time themselves."

The sky was completely dark, and a fuller crescent moon appeared in the southerly sky.

This meeting was originally supposed to be a late class, but it was delayed by something today.

After walking silently for a while, the second senior brother was a little worried about Jia Dean and senior brother Jia, and said: "I will take some time tomorrow, and I will go to Brother Jia's house to sit. If I can't exorcise ghosts, it will hurt my vitality. He is also getting old."

It is very likely that there was also a disturbance by the Gu family.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, and added: "Bring some fresh meat to the town, don't go empty-handed."

They are a few brothers and sisters. The senior brother Jia Dean is good at doing things, looking for feng shui, knowing medical skills, drawing talismans, playing chess, and painting landscapes. He is versatile and has a lot of learning. nearby.

The first one he found, the old Taoist priest who blocked him from doing things, was the elder brother Jia Dean. He had two magical tools given by the master. After Zhang Wenfeng returned to Yang, he searched through his memories to find out that he was in that situation. The senior brother had a conversation with him once, and he couldn't help laughing and crying.

The second senior brother Zhang Wenxing is relatively good at divination, talisman drawing, geomantic omen, and medicine.

The fourth sister, Yue Anyan, is good at medicine, drawing talismans and playing the piano.

The third senior brother is still good at rituals, talismans, feng shui, and medicine. He and the elder brother are more than 30 miles away from each other, so there will not be too many conflicts in practice and business. We have been in contact for several years.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was a close disciple, came from behind, with the highest cultivation level, and was familiar with talismans, medicine, painting, and rituals.

However, no one was able to learn all of Master's skills, which made Master regretful.

Chapter 45

After a while, the old cripple came out from the dining hall to say hello, and the two went back.

The old man Gu looked sad, sitting in front of the stretcher and seemed to accept his fate, silently weeping, and kept wiping the tears that could not be dried with his sleeves.

"Please ask Zhang Guanzhu to cast a spell to save people. My eldest son doesn't care about life or death... it has nothing to do with you!"

After the old man Gu finished speaking hoarsely, he could no longer cry. He raised his head three feet and there was a god. This is called a spit and a nail.

The young man next to him had red eyes and kept wiping his eyes.

The other men all looked sad, stood a little further away with candles, and turned away.

Life and death are fate, it depends on God's will, do your best.

Zhang Wenfeng sighed secretly in his heart, and replied, "It will be done, I will cast spells to save people, and I will do my best." Turning around and walking outside, motioning for the second senior brother to come with him.

Life and death hurt the most, and he couldn't help it.

Entering the West Hall, three more candles were added to brighten the desk.

Lay out a yellow mounting paper that is four fingers wide and half a foot long on the table, take a bottle of the best cinnabar ink, pour a little on the inkstone, pick up the gourd, pour a little spring water and dissolve it, take a pointed tip With a talisman pen, in no hurry to flatten the ink, he supported the table with his left hand, closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breath.

The second senior brother watched silently three steps away.

After adjusting the breath for about one word, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes again with no distracting thoughts in his mind, and his mind was calm.

He used the talisman pen to dip the cinnabar ink that was as red as blood. The pen moved the dragon and snake to start the talisman head, and drew the red tick of the three gods. At the same time, he said in his heart:

"One stroke moves the world; two strokes of the ancestor's sword; three strokes of evil spirits go thousands of miles away."

One tick corresponds to a sentence, and three ticks represent the Three Qing Patriarchs. There is divine help in the drawing.

After pausing for a while to gain momentum, he turned to draw the talisman gallbladder, and recited the corresponding incantation silently. The tip of the talisman pen in his hand seemed to have invisible energy running on the paper.

The original intention of learning painting in his previous life was that his grandfather wanted him to better grasp the essence and rhythm of painting symbols.

A piece of "Ding Jijuqing's Vitality Blessing Talisman" learned in the past life was completed, and there was a hearty feeling in the heart.

The Yuan Qi in the body is active, and it faintly echoes with the outside world.

He could feel that this talisman was very different from the huge yellow talisman he drew in his previous life. It was only reasonable that he was living in a dark blue world and had more aura than the earth, so the effect was better.

He put down the rune pen and stared at the word "you" in the combination of secret words in the middle of the yellow rune.

Suddenly I felt something in my heart, a familiar and mysterious feeling gradually came, and I hurriedly said to the second senior brother: "Burn this talisman in water, feed the patient to drink and hang himself, call me in an hour, go!" Push the table The gourd signaled.

His tone was rather urgent, and he closed his eyes slightly.

The second senior brother did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly invited Huang Fu, picked up the gourd and left quickly.

He didn't know what kind of talisman was drawn by the master, and the world's talismans did not know how many talismans were.

He could faintly sense the aura of the spectator's talisman, and knew that this yellow talisman was very good.

I thought that the spirit of the spectator was too much and needed to rest.

After closing the door, the second senior brother hurried to the dining hall and asked the old cripple to find two clean white bowls, one of which was full of glutinous rice, and put them on the table facing the east, and told everyone else to come behind him or beside him not to block facing the front.

He knew how to burn the talisman, and there was a lot of attention to it.

He lit a candle and put it in the bowl of glutinous rice, muttered something in his mouth, picked up the gourd and poured half a bowl of water.

With the flickering flame of the candle, the yellow talisman was lit and held three inches above the water bowl and swayed, constantly chanting the universal mantra.

The yellow talisman rolled up in the flames, and there was invisible smoke submerged in the water and swirling.

After it was burned to the back and thrown into the water, the yellow talisman did not burn out until only a shallow layer of gray-white talisman remained. The second brother took the talisman water bowl and walked to the brazier stretcher. Picking up the sleeping patient, he put his right index finger on the patient's forehead.

Gu Quan woke up with a shudder. Even though the brazier was burning in the house, he still felt cold from the bottom of his body.

"Drink the talisman water! Don't leave anything left."

The second senior brother has a serious face, and the talisman water is time-sensitive, and the talisman power will be lost if it is delayed for a long time.

"Quick, I'll drink the water."

The old man Gu knew some things of the gods and gods, so he supported his son and poured half a bowl of cold water into Gu Quan together with the second senior brother.

Gu Quan, who was trembling with cold, felt a warmth spread from his heart, but after a while, he fell into a deep sleep again, but no longer trembled.

Reaching out into the quilt and rubbing the back of the daddy's bone-like hand, the old man Gu burst into tears again and said happily, "It works, he's not cold anymore, my son... I'm saved!"

Second Senior Brother knew what to do, put the empty bowl back on the table, and let the incense candles on the table burn out naturally.

He also reached out and touched the patient's forehead, and went down with a bowl of talisman, and the effect was immediate.

Guanzhu's Taoism has surpassed that of the elder brother.