Taoist chanting

That's all, let's go quickly, it's all because the wandering soul thought he was here to grab money from the Ming Dynasty, and by leaning too far ahead, he ruined his good deed.

It's not uncommon for him to be someone else's cheap grandfather. His capital is gone, and his children and grandchildren are in groups.

If you don't stay here, you have your own place... Hey, why do Taoists bother to be priests?

Zhang Kedao slandered a few words, and hurried to the next town to try his luck as soon as possible.

There is another family in the village near the next town that is doing funeral affairs. It looks so deserted that it doesn't even light a few white candles. It is far less grand than this family. For him, the chance is better.

Time is really running out, he estimated that it will be almost five o'clock.

Flying at a high place with a wide field of vision, Zhang Kedao continued to hurry, reciting the Taoist scriptures silently to ease his increasingly impatient mood.

He is so difficult.

About three or four miles away from the next town, you can see a dense dense building in the direction of the town. Zhang Kedao suddenly stopped, and he felt a burst of instinctive traction through his soul body.

This is a fresh dead person who has just lost his temper nearby.

The soul that can return to the sun is very sensitive to this invisible breath of the dead.

Zhang Kedao identified the direction a little, and turned to fly over the small fork on the right hand side of the official road. He crossed a low mountain, and after flying up, Zhang Kedao was surprised to find that there was a small-scale Taoist building on the top of the mountain.

How can you be sure it is a Taoist temple?

It was too similar to the Taoist temple style he had seen in his previous life, and he also discovered the Tai Chi Eight Diagrams pattern carved on the stone railing.

Avoid bypassing the front of the Taoist temple, so as not to be irradiated into gray by the possible hanging bronze mirrors.

After crossing the low wall behind, he came to a thatched hut with a wooden door. Zhang Kedao got in and saw a very young man lying on the simple wooden collapsed bed. He had no breath, and his body was curled up and twisted.

I don't know if it was a sudden illness or something, but it disappeared at a young age.

impermanence of life.

Chapter 05: The Cultivation Realm

Zhang Kedao heard the sound of five bangs faintly heard in the direction of the town in the distance.

He did not rush to return to the sun, to stop the soul's desire for the "host body", to confirm that there were no other ghosts, and to take advantage of some time to fly above, silently chanting "Tai Shang Dong Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun said rescue suffering and exorcising sin" The Wonderful Scriptures.

To save the dead and let the dead rest in peace is a simple handover ceremony and respect for the "host body".

Those who can return the Yang are the lucky ones who can escape from the Nether Realm.

Not all wandering souls and yin souls can occupy the corpse and return to Yang, and there are no such cheap good things in the world.

Zhang Kedao recited the "Tai Shang Rescue Sutra", and blessed himself with the Pure Heart Art, and then the soul body penetrated into the body like a mist.

He continued to chant the scriptures, and he could feel that the soul was integrating into the body, accepting all kinds of chaotic memories, the twisted expression on the body's face gradually became peaceful, and the curled body lay down comfortably.

Resisting the tiredness and drowsiness of the tide after his soul fell into place, Zhang Kedao did not dare to sleep at the critical moment.

The days when he can sleep are long, and he must overcome inertia.

He recited the scriptures over and over again, trying to make the soul perfectly integrate into the body.

As an amateur Taoist priest, he knows much more about Yang Yang than ordinary people. Using scriptures to wash the residual breath of himself and the host is the most common and basic method of Yang Yang fusion. Of course, no matter how advanced he is, he will not know it.

He was so busy that the sunlight slanted into the room from the small window of the thatched hut, and the whole room was bright. Zhang Kedao just turned over, covered with a thin cloth quilt with two patches, and fell into a deep sleep. He was too tired.

The light and shadow moved, and the hut became dark again.

It was a good night's sleep, until in the afternoon, Zhang Kedao was woken up by the loud and unpleasant donkey barking from the barn behind.

The sound insulation effect of the thatched hut is a little stronger than that of the cattle shed that is transparent on all sides.

The hungry Zhang Kedao got up, looked at the coarse cloth jacket patched at the elbows, and then glanced at the old gray cloth robes stacked on the wooden stool beside the bed. He basically accepted the memory of the host... and various knowledge skills.

He attributes this to the blessings of chanting the scriptures and doing the ritual perfectly.

What surprised him was not the identity of the Taoist priest named "Zhang Wenfeng", but the fact that there were real cultivators, demons, demons, ghosts, evil spirits and other mysterious creatures in this world, so he could be relieved of seeing a huge palm. Shadow, a strange thing that appeared out of thin air.

He broke into a legendary world of immortal cultivation.

What was even more surprising was that he found that the body he had merged with had cultivation, Taoism, and Cultivation.

"Ah!"

Zhang Kedao shook his head and smiled. Does he count as a blessing in disguise if he survives the hardship?

He really died once, he thought about it.

The mud-brick thatched hut is simply cleaned and tidy. There is a rough wooden table near the window with two hand-written scriptures on it, a silver-sheathed sword hanging on the wall, and an unpainted original ecological wooden door. Leading to the small utility room next door.

According to the memory of the host, from the old wooden cabinet in the room, he found a set of clean and neatly stacked clothes and cloth shoes. Zhang Kedao took it off from top to bottom and from the inside to the outside and changed it, although it was also washed white and gray. Cloth and old clothes, don't feel uncomfortable wearing them.

After the meeting is over, I will burn the changed clothes and cloth shoes as a conclusion.

Do rituals for the dead at night, burn some paper money, paper ingots, etc. These items are not bad in Taoist temples.

Rolling up his hair and tying it into a bun, using a wooden hairpin to hold it in, and neatly tidying up his old Taoist robe, Zhang Kedao pulled the door latch and walked out of the hut across the threshold, ignoring the donkey that was still calling for food.

Go out from the side door of the courtyard wall along the blue brick passage, go into the kitchen, uncover the wooden board of the water tank, scoop water into the wooden basin with a melon, and wash your hands and face carefully.

He was still unfamiliar with this body, slowly doing some trivial life chores and getting familiar with it, using the old blue towel on the wooden stand to dry the water stains on his hands.

Passing through the wheat field, walking up the stairs along the slate, to the main entrance of the Taoist temple.

On the black-ground plaque decorated with gold-trimmed patterns, there are three large golden characters inscribed from right to left: Xianlingguan.

The two small characters of "Xuanmu" in ancient seal are vertically arranged at the inscription.

The surrounding environment of the Taoist temple is quiet and solemn, the ancient trees are green, and the surrounding is orderly.

The ground in front of the Guandian is raised, and it is laid into a square with a blue brick floor. The two-person prayer bronze incense burner in the shape of a three-story tower stands imposingly on the square. The patina washed by the rain has accumulated historical deposits.

The underside of the eaves and the edge of the blue-brick square are surrounded by carved beasts and stone pillars. Only the lacquer of the Taoist temple plaque and the carved beams and painted pillars and doors and windows are somewhat mottled and peeled off, revealing that the Taoist temple is relatively tight.

Zhang Kedao has received everything from the host, and it is no longer a problem to read and hear the language here.

He took out a string of long and short brass keys from his waist, chose one of the two-tooth keys that rubbed brightly, and fiddled with the brass ring keyhole in the middle of the gate. Double doors with black lacquer and gold trim.

The light and elegant scent of incense poured out from the temple and filled his nose. Zhang Kedao took the copper key, tidy up his old Taoist robe and hair on the temples again, with a serious look, he lifted his hem and stepped over the high copper-clad threshold.

Nine incense sticks were taken out from the side table and lit by the ever-bright lamp.

Holding the incense with both hands, folded the top of the chest, and bowed three times to the three statues of Taoist ancestors enshrined in the small Sanqing Hall, reciting words in their mouths, and inserted the curling incense sticks into the small incense burner in the hall.

Then, incense is offered to the colorful images of the two patriarchs sitting on the left curtain pavilion, and below are the tablets of deceased gods of various generations.

Use a small copper pot to fill the three ever-bright lamps with oil, take small brass scissors from the table drawer, and trim the wicks to turn on the light.

He took out a dry rag and wiped the fence, desk, bar table, incense burner, copper candlestick, lampshade, gate and other objects. Every time he did it, he had a corresponding memory to familiarize him with, and then used another large rag to wet it slightly to clean the hall. On the ground of blue bricks, the rag was washed with clean water, dried, and placed on the rope on the side of the Taoist temple.

After cleaning his hands, Zhang Kedao returned to the main hall, knelt down on the thick wheat straw futon in the middle, and chanted the "Homework Sutra" upright.

He used the rhythm of the steps to start the tone, cadence and rhythm, neither hurried nor slow, even in the middle of the breath, there was no obvious pause.

Fragrant mist wafts around in the solemn hall, and the sound of chanting scriptures rises and falls like a tide.

Finally, with the sound of "ding", he ended his first homework in this world.

He stood up and bowed three times to the statue of Sanqing Cai.

Smelling the scent of incense all over the house, I only feel that my whole body is transparent and the spiritual platform is clear.

Since then, he has been an official Taoist priest who advocates hearing the wind in Xianlingguanguan, and has a degree of justice.

(The following will take Zhang Wenfeng as the protagonist's name, and the time and size are all measured in ancient units)

After stepping out of the Sanqing Hall and down the bluestone steps, Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the disc sundial under the sun on the left. The indifference towards her parents in her previous life can only be buried in her heart.

Living is a long practice.

Cherish what you have at the moment!

Chapter 06 Surprise and pry, discover something

Seeing Zhang Wenfeng arriving late, the donkey raised his voice again, out of breath and howling.

The donkey's head kept jogging under the wooden trough, madly suggesting that it hadn't chewed a single bite until now, bastard.

"Okay, okay, I'll add food and water for you now, don't bark, it's so ugly. You said, you can't go to the mountain stream to find grass to eat by yourself when you are hungry? It's not very far, and I have to to serve you."

Zhang Wenfeng was in a good mood, and used Daan Guo Yayan to make fun of the black donkey that was spinning in a hurry.

He didn't notice the hidden trace of humanized contempt in the slanted eyes of the donkey in the shed.

He walked to the warehouse next to the fodder, corn stalks and beans, cut the ingredients and mixed them with bean cakes, and added food to the starving donkey.

The Da'an country where he is located has a vast territory, with eighteen prefectures under its jurisdiction, and each prefecture has six to ten counties.

According to his search memory, Da'an has been established for more than 520 years, advocating Taoist education, taxation and corvee are loosely adjusted according to the year, and ghosts and thieves occasionally rebel in the territory, and they are all suppressed in the end.

The border is adjacent to the Three Kingdoms, and every ten years, rumors of war can always be heard.

Xianlingguan is located in Yuanyang County, Nanjiang Prefecture, under the jurisdiction of Xiling County.

Xiling County is not considered a remote village, and its products are abundant.

The folk customs and the administration of officials are not bad. Although it is impossible to pick up lost things on the road, it is not like bandits and bandits are rampant, and hungry people are everywhere.

In addition to him, the former closed disciple of the Taoist temple master, there are also two half-laden old men who are in charge of handyman, a cripple named Zhang Yifang who is in charge of the kitchen and cleaning outside the Taoist temple, and the other is a hunchback who grows vegetables and grain in front of and behind the mountain. , called Zhang Wencai.

They are all surnamed Zhang, and like Zhang Wenfeng, they are relatives of Qianguan who advocated that the five clothes should be released first.

After having dinner yesterday, the two took leave and went back to Zhangjiazhuang, five miles south.

This fairy temple is said to have been passed down for more than 500 years, dating back to the beginning of the founding of Da'an.

These Chen Guzi rotten sesame seeds and old calendars, Zhang Wenfeng had to dig through them.

After pouring hay and clean water into the two wooden troughs for the donkey, he walked to the kitchen outside the courtyard wall.

In addition to his daily practice of chanting scriptures and drawing amulets to practice medical skills, he, the temple master, spends a small half of the day working in the fields.

In the words of Master Qianguan and his master: "Practitioners need to know the sufferings of the world. The real way is to find insights in daily life. If you pursue it deliberately, you will easily fall into "self-attachment". Things have to be done."

Zhang Wenfeng was born a poor child, and he naturally regarded his master's teachings as his standard.

He went to the hall and entered the kitchen, drew mountains and rivers with a brush, and went to the fields to play swordsmanship well. All the skills are obtained from daily practice day after day and year after year.

On the contrary, the master who taught him to follow the law of nature has already passed away, rarely went to the fields in his life, and was even farther away from the kitchen.

Ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and he is devoted to comprehend the magic of the gods, and he is talking about the old man.

Talking about ten ways and nine doctors, the former Guanzhu is good at medicine, drawing talismans, feng shui, divination, and is also proficient in arty arts such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as self-cultivation and other miscellaneous arts. He has a white beard and a good-looking appearance. Doing things, let alone arranging white weddings and other jobs that require staying up all night.

He disdain to compete with the rural Taoist priest, but his reputation spread far and wide, reaching the county.

Even if it is more than [-] miles away from Xiling County, before the death of the former master, the Xianling Temple often had distinguished guests come all the way to offer incense to seek medical treatment and talismans. Sample.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Zhang Wenfeng knew a little about everything, and he was also good at cooking.

He boiled water and kneaded noodles at the fastest speed, scooped two spoonfuls of clear oil from the oil pot, and smelted pickled vegetables and bacon dumplings in another iron pot, and made a big bowl of sliced ​​noodles.

Hu soup and noodles filled his chest and back. Zhang Wenfeng burped contentedly. After cleaning and tidying up the kitchen utensils, he walked to the shade of the trees in front of the Taoist Square, walked around to digest food, and sorted out his thoughts by the way.

He rummaged through his memory, and found that this host was free from disease and disaster, and knew some medical skills.

There was no trauma or internal injury, and there was no sign of poisoning. Why did he suddenly die in bed near five in the morning?

It's really strange.

There was another thing that puzzled him. When he was in the Nether Realm, he could understand what the man who cast the spell called the soul said. Why did he not understand when he talked to him outside the outside world?

Could it be that reciting Taoist scriptures has a special effect in places like the Nether Realm?

After turning back and forth for more than ten laps, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped. He tilted his head slightly to look at the low mountain forest in the southwest. This body practiced the Taoist breathing exercise, the lower abdomen Dantian has a warm breath, and his ears are smart and eyesight. Only then did I realize that there seemed to be someone peeping there.

After searching carefully for a while, Zhang Wenfeng retracted his gaze in confusion. Could it be that he sensed it wrong?

After thinking for a while, he turned around and walked to the hut where he lived in the backyard of the Taoist temple, took down the three-foot-three-inch self-defense saber hanging from the mud wall and wooden pillar, (one foot in this book is equal to 23 centimeters, calculated according to the Han Dynasty), and walked around After passing the barn, I was going to go down the mountain from the back door of the courtyard wall to see what was going on?

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

The black donkey poked its head out, and suddenly yelled at Zhang Wenfeng who was passing by lightly.

Zhang Wenfeng was really taken aback, and was immediately laughed at by the long-eared donkey who was full and wanted to get close to him.

Forget it, even if someone is spying there, they should be alert and slip away at this time.

Tie the saber around his left waist, and lightly patted the top of the donkey's head. Zhang Wenfeng opened the wooden porch door, walked into the shed, untied the rope from the post, and led the black donkey out to go down the mountain. The black donkey let the wind go.