Taoist chanting

Accumulation of less becomes more, set armpits into fur.

The pamphlet left by the master records that the corresponding wooden thorns are "green wood thorns", and there are various drawing methods of single-wooden thorns, double-wooden thorns and multi-wooden thorns, ranging from simple to complex. , step by step, and various ways of controlling symbols.

This is the advantage of having inheritance, not just cultivating an isolated rune.

Rather, it is to learn a whole set of ideas systematically.

Corresponding to the winding talisman is the unique "green wood winding talisman" of Xianlingguan, which can also be divided into single winding and multiple winding.

Zhang Wenfeng gave up his studies temporarily and had to wait for him to advance to the late stage of Qi Qi Realm. He was not cultivated enough, so forcibly drawing a more difficult talisman, the success rate of the talisman was too low, and it was not worth it.

He can practice the light-lifting technique he copied back, and the ordinary wooden entanglement technique to make up for the shortcomings of a single attack method.

From the Zhen Pavilion of the Daolu Branch, he deliberately spent a Reiki Stone to buy a dozen blank talismans.

These talisman papers, which are specially used to draw the talismans used by monks, are light yellow in color, smooth and thick like jade, and are made of special hemp spiritual plants to make talisman paper secretly.

Those big sects and Taoist palaces have long been one step ahead.

Taking advantage of resources, a complete series of systems from low-level spiritual planting to talisman paper production have been developed.

Zhang Wenfeng was in no hurry to use the twelve newly bought blank talismans to practice his hands.

He cut a stack of blank rice paper according to the size of the talisman paper, prepared cinnabar ink, and used a talisman to draw and practice ordinary wooden thorn talismans, as well as single-wood thorn talismans and double-wood thorn talismans of green wood thorn talismans. Most of the talismans used by monks are not It needs to be driven by a spell, but is stimulated by the user's own energy, and it can be used after playing.

I concentrated on practicing more than a hundred runes, and didn't stop until I was confident.

When Zhang Wenfeng had dinner, he felt a little down.

Chatting over tea after dinner, Zhang Wenfeng told his brothers and sisters that he was going to Xihezhou Town tomorrow to investigate the case, rejected Yue Anyan's suggestion to go with him, got up and took out a black sword from the drawer under the desk , hand it over to Yue Anyan.

"This is the water-moving instrument left to you by the master, named 'Qingjing Dingbo Sword', please put it away."

In the afternoon, he went to the secret room. Except for the prohibition placed on the sword, which he could break with his current cultivation, other instruments such as the Dharma disk, Dharma bell, Fasuo, and gourd could not be opened and used. Can look and sigh.

A bright color appeared in Yue Anyan's eyes, he quickly got up, took the sword in both hands, and bowed slightly to salute: "Yue Anyan, a disciple of the Immortal Spirit View, respectfully received the magic weapon, thank you for your generous gift!"

After the handover was over, Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Senior sister, you are guarding in the Taoist Temple, and the task is also not light."

He meant something, and he couldn't let go of yesterday's shock.

"Don't worry, An Yan understands!"

Yue Anyan got the magic weapon, turned his back quietly, and pulled out half of the sword with a "clang".

The temperature in the nearby zhangxu suddenly dropped a lot, and the sword energy was cold. She hadn't sacrificed the sword weapon yet, and her cultivation base was weak. She couldn't help shivering.

The second senior brother got up and stood not far. He knew this girl's temperament and couldn't help but quietly sneak a sneak peek.

He looked at a man from the side and praised: "Good sword!"

The envy is beyond words, and the magic weapon must be a monk to exert its power.

"Come on, let's go to evening class."

Zhang Wenfeng reminded him at the right time and went out first.

If it wasn't for the rush to go out this time, he didn't know that he would have to delay for a few days before returning. His original idea was to hand over the sword to the senior sister in a few days. There is no need to stimulate the second senior brother's mood one after another, just take it as a sharpening of the second senior brother's mood.

Yue Anyan gave the second senior brother an encouraging gesture, the second senior brother smiled and nodded, turned off the lights and went out.

After evening class, Zhang Wenfeng floated down the mountain alone.

The mountain breeze is cool and the moon is bright.

The sound of the autumn insects came and went, and they performed a few performances before the winter.

The donkey looked up at the moon as if he had left the world, standing on the rock beside the pool, as deep as a black eagle.

Zhang Wenfeng quite agrees with the donkey's hard work. Without this dedication, how could he easily master the so-called most difficult thundering technique?

Without interrupting, he knew the donkey had seen him coming, and it was a feeling.

There are few leaves in the forest, the moonlight is shining, all the wild animals that haunt have been cleared out by the donkeys, and a few hares, yellow skins, and birds that have never been taught have long become the old cripple's appetizers.

Except for the chirping of insects, no one bothered.

He leaned against a big tree and placed a green wooden stake facing Lingquan, calmly, and it took him more than half an hour to stand there.

At the edge of the Lingquan, there is a lot of spiritual energy and is very active. He restores the spirit and vitality of his excessive consumption of drawing talismans in the afternoon. Seeing that the donkey is still in the shape of the col, he goes upstream along the stream.

Run Yuan Qi on both feet, lightly land on the feet, and take a low step.

The figure shakes slightly to a certain rhythm, imagining silently that the body is floating, as light as nothing.

The lightening technique he copied from the library of the Daolu Branch was just right for his current practice.

Compared with the lightness kung fu in the Jianghu, it is better to judge.

For some unknown reason, the Fairy Spirit Temple lacked some basic classics and basic exercises. Fortunately, there are books from the Daolu branch school to make up for it. Even if he got the ordinary version of the light-spirited spells, he was very satisfied.

Lightening the body is a method of using Yuan Qi. The last time I was instructed by Fu Gujing, he quickly mastered the trick. He went back and forth along the stream for more than ten times, and he was able to achieve "light body like a feather, grass stem" Don’t bend,” and the speed increased three times at a time.

The whole person flutters and wants to fly, and the mood is very comfortable.

The donkey woke up at some point, stepped on the stream with a "crash", and the first thing he said when he saw the temple master was: "Boss temple master, can you teach me how to fly?"

It is very knowledgeable, grinning and leaning over to show its cuteness.

"This... you should be able to learn."

Zhang Wenfeng thought that the lightening technique is the way of using Yuan Qi, all monks can learn it, there should be no attribute requirements, and asked: "Have you learned the thunder entanglement technique?"

It's only been a few hours, have you learned it?

The donkey let out an "ang" and said as a matter of course: "It's very easy. It's easier than the Thunderbolt Technique. I was thinking about how to apply the Thunderbolt Technique to a certain part of the body for small-scale defense. It consumes too much magic power to use it. , I have to save it, now that I understand it, it’s not too difficult, it’s because I’m thinking too complicated.”

Zhang Wenfeng patted the donkey against the door, which coincided with his thoughts.

He is also planning to use the flexible and changeable lightning-wrapping technique to defend the donkey by pointing the donkey as someone who has experienced it.

Don't need it now, the donkey is enlightened by himself.

How could he feel that it was a kind of irony and jealousy when the predecessors left behind the stupid sayings like donkeys?

"Cheng, I'll teach you light-handedness, listen carefully..."

A donkey, unable to awaken the bloodline magic, has no demonic power on his body, and has learned all human magic. I wonder what kind of sensation it will cause when it is discovered in the future?

Chapter 64

Watching the donkey learn the body light technique at a fast speed and walk through the forest enchantingly, Zhang Wenfeng was already numb.

He didn't know when this guy reached the cultivation level equivalent to the middle stage of Qi Transformation. The realm of monsters is very simple, from the first to the sixth order, which corresponds to the human realm.

It is estimated that the human predecessors perfunctory things, too lazy to help the demons think of the realm name.

The donkey is even less aware of its own cultivation realm. Anyway, for it, every day is to listen to the scriptures, stay in a daze, drink the spiritual spring water with all its belly, and then go up in confusion.

Why do you think so much?

Zhang Wenfeng found a pocket of green grass near the Lingquan Pool, and practiced the green wood winding technique.

Compared with the speed of Donkey's cultivation spell, Zhang Daguan felt very ashamed. He spent more than an hour staring at the grass, but he didn't find any inspiration to communicate.

It seems that this spell, he will not be able to practice it for a while.

With the donkey, he was too hard.

Zhang Daguanzhu is a generous person who can afford to put it down. Facing the long face of the donkey, he curiously asked him a childish question about whether he was pooping. Yun Dan said:

"Practice the secret art of shut-mouth, and you can't understand it."

Turning around, leaving behind a handsome figure, wearing a light moonlight, Te Weiguang left in a positive image.

He was really ashamed to spend time with the donkey to practice the Dharma.

The donkey squatted there curiously, and stood up straight, shaking his body when his limbs were about to cramp.

He lowered his head and bit and stared at the clump of grass that had been greedy for it for almost half an hour, and sighed while chewing: "The boss of Guanzhu is very powerful. His words and deeds reveal a mystery that cannot be understood."

Yes, the boss stared at the grass for a long time, the taste is better.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the top of the mountain, and the second senior brother was still meditating and practicing hard in the main hall. The senior sister got the magic weapon, and after the evening class, she went back to the thatched hut to enjoy herself.

The old cripple always went to bed early.

The top of the mountain is immersed in the moonlight, which is very peaceful.

Entering the West Hall, Zhang Wenfeng adjusted his breath for a while, and it only took two quarters of an hour to calmly complete the drawing of twelve talismans, seven of which were completed, and the five that failed were mostly damaged when he challenged the difficult Aoki thorn talisman. above the prickly talisman.

Failure is the mother of success, and next time he will have experience.

Pack up, go back to your thatched hut, undress and go to bed to practice until you fall asleep soundly.

There are donkeys diligently patrolling the night, and he can sleep soundly.

In just a few days, after so many things, he was relieved of the donkey.

The morning of the thirteenth.

Zhang Wenfeng wore a half-old bamboo hat and rode a donkey on the official road to the west. The donkey learned two techniques of lightning strike and lightening in one day.

It knows that the watcher's patience is better than that of the old lame man, and it doesn't bother him no matter how he asks, and he won't swear at him as a "donkey day".

The Guanzhu swayed on the back of the donkey and answered with a "hmmm", occasionally setting a small trap, taking the opportunity to train the donkey and talk about great truths, so that his ears could be clean for a while.

Xihezhou Town is located at the westernmost end of Xiling County, about [-] miles away from the county seat.

Across the Yaoxi River is Qianyan County, which belongs to the border area between the two counties.

The donkey rushed to Xihezhou Town at a speed of thirty yards for nearly an hour, without breathing or sweating.

Zhang Wenfeng jumped off the back of the donkey, patted the dust stained by his new robes, and walked on the bustling street, and he easily found a wanderer who led a dog to patrol.

The unleashed donkey looked around from behind, glancing lightly at the dog that was baring its teeth.

The dog was so frightened that it pitifully hid behind Youxu, not daring to be presumptuous.

Showing the token, the head of You Xiqian, who bowed respectfully, led the way. In a small restaurant, he found two Taoist priests from the Daolu Branch who had arrived here a day earlier to investigate the case. One of them was Wu Youde, who led him across the county government office. .

"Yo, it's Mr. Zhang, you are here, Old Wu is polite!"

Wu Youde is a scattered Taoist priest from another Taoist temple who went down the mountain. He was looking for a job in the Daolu branch, but he has been tempered to be less like a Taoist priest and more like a secular businessman. , folded fists and grinned.

Another stern-faced man across the table quickly stood up and saluted: "Che Sheng has seen Master Zhang."

Zhang Wenfeng waved the uncomfortable Youxu away, and returned the salute: "Find a clean place to talk."

It's too messy here. Everyone has it. It's definitely not a place to understand the case.

It was already lunchtime, and Wu Youde diligently arranged for a private room on the second floor of a restaurant at the end of the street.

After the meal, Zhang Wenfeng learned more about the case of Xiheshan ghost hitting the wall and Tujiling shaking, especially Xiheshan died today, and Wu Youde and Che Sheng just returned from there.

There were two foreign businessmen who heard the strange story of ghosts hitting the wall. Relying on their strength and not believing in evil, yesterday when the sun was setting, they carried weapons and ran to Xihe Mountain out of curiosity (killing them to death).

When the two companions saw that they had not returned at the beginning of Hai Shi, they hurriedly reported the case to the upper echelon of the town.

Old Wu and Che Sheng received the letter, and they went to Xihe Mountain with the two wanderers overnight. When they saw blue and green ghosts wafting faintly on the mountain, they didn't dare to go up. For more than an hour, I didn't hear any movement on the hillside, and no one came down, so I went back.

I went again this morning and found that the two had died unexpectedly. Their companions confirmed the identity of the deceased and temporarily parked the two bodies in the yard of the town hall.

"Let's go and see the dead."

Zhang Wenfeng walked out.

The case is a little more dangerous and unpredictable.

He needs to go to the field to investigate in advance this afternoon, and it is impossible to wait until the sun goes down.

Knowing that there is danger, he is reckless without understanding the situation.

Wu Youde understood the account and chatted with the unsmiling Zhang Guanzhu with a smile.

Not long after, the three walked into a big yard surrounded by red brick walls in the town. This is where the village elders, Lizheng, and Youxi deal with all kinds of disputes.

When the townspeople talked about the Red Yard, their expressions were unnatural.

In a dimly lit mud-brick hut, two corpses were seen covered with white cloth.

The donkey was carrying the host's luggage and other items on its back. Of course, it also got into the hut to watch the fun, and the two chauffeurs who accompanied him dared to drive away the untethered donkey.

A traveler stepped forward and uncovered the white cloth, revealing the corpses of two men, Chiguo, who were bloodied and horrific.

Zhang Wenfeng took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured some powder and rubbed it in the palm of his hand. He saw Fu Gujing's autopsy last time, and he knew the process. Before returning to the mountain yesterday, he specially picked up some items from the Daolu Branch.