Taoist chanting

On a snowy night in winter, it got dark early, Zhang Wenfeng and Yun Qiuhe finished their homework, came out of the old Taoist temple, and both went down the mountain to return home.

On the way, Zhang Wenfeng stopped suddenly, cupped his hands towards the open space in the woods, and said with a smile, "I've met Brother Bai, but I haven't seen him for a long time, please greet Brother Bai."

A white figure appeared vaguely, it was Bai Wuchang, the signature white pointed hat on his head was gone, and he was wearing a misty turban.

Yun Qiuhe hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted.

After Bai Wuchang returned the gift, he said with a smile, "After 200 years of farewell, the virtuous couple is about to ascend to the upper world. Congratulations."

After exchanging some polite greetings, Yun Qiuhe found an excuse to avoid it first, and gave the two of them a place to talk alone. She already knew that Bai Wuchang could not just walk into other people's homes, so she didn't invite Bai Wuchang to the house as a guest.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at Bai Wuchang who seemed to be different, and asked: "Brother Bai, have you been promoted?" Bai Wuchang was in a very good mood, "Thanks to you, brother, I got some opportunities and finally got rid of the bottleneck." The situation rises with the wind, and from now on, the mirror hangs high in the hall, not long after the appointment, I just took the opportunity to come to see you, brother, otherwise, brother, you will fly to the upper realm, and it will not be easy to meet in the future."

"Congratulations, Brother Bai, for advancing to the seventh rank and opening a mansion in the Underworld!"

Zhang Wenfeng knew something about the underworld, understood what Bai Wuchang said in a vague way, he smiled and cupped his hands in congratulations.

Bai Wuchang said a few words humbly, looked around, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are a great talent. You have developed Xianlingguan into the leading power in the lower world. In just 500 years, one school has gathered nine sixth-level people. It's amazing."

He was really surprised, this scale is already comparable to the number of sixth-level masters in Tiangan Continent.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said, "Luck, it's just luck."

And Zhao Zhu'er didn't come back.

Bai Wuchang chatted a few words, and said via voice transmission: "Brother, before you go to the upper realm, if there are any important disciples that need to be entrusted to leave talents for the sect 500 years later, it is within my scope of authority. I dare not say, one or two can still be taken care of.”

Zhang Wenfeng immediately understood, smiled and cupped his hands to transmit the sound transmission: "Brother Bai, wait a moment, there is really a disciple with good qualifications, it's a pity that he was buried, I asked him to come over.

Bai Wuchang made a gesture of invitation, he came this time, reciprocated, and brought the relationship between the two closer.

Zhang Wenfeng sent a summons, and soon, Dai Xing, who was recommended by the head of the mountain as one of the candidates for the guardian, had already reached the perfect cultivation of the Golden Core Realm, hurried over to salute the spectator, but Dai Xing couldn't see the invisible Bai Wuchang.

After a few simple inquiries and some encouragement from Wen Yan, Zhang Wenfeng sent the confused Dai Xing back.

Find a time nearby, and he will tell Dai Xing some secret things.

Bai Wuchang has already left a mark in Dai Xing's body, so that when the aura rises 500 years later, Dai Xing's reincarnation body can be awakened by means.

At that time, Dai Xing will cultivate a foundation, find the fairy temple that has been abandoned, and continue to carry forward the fairy temple together with the guardian Zhang Tiande. That's a later story.

After chatting with Zhang Guanzhu for a while, Bai Wuchang bid farewell and returned to the underworld. He cannot stay in the world for too long.

On the morning of the second day, Zhang Wenfeng and the head of the mountain closed the door to discuss matters in the west hall of the old Taoist temple. Half an hour later, he called Dai Xing again. Hide your excitement.

The Jedi was reborn, and the peak turned around again. After 500 years, he could continue his immortal relationship. For a moment, how could he calm down?

The temple master carefully opened the barrier of the small world, isolating the outside world, and even concealed the important matters and tokens that were given to him, even Zhang Tiande, the guardian who had settled down.

The ups and downs of life are really unexpected and wonderful.

Over the next two years, Zhang Wenfeng, the head of the mountain, the guardian of the earth, and several others have been making various arrangements to stabilize the emotions of many monks in the sect who are about to move to the Duxian Islands.

Half a year before Ascension, Lu Xin'er, Hua Fenglan, and Lu Chan'er from Baihuling came to visit Guanzhu Zhang.

Due to limited resources and the aura of plants and trees, only nine spirits of the Flower and Plant Clan advanced to the fifth level, and no sixth-level masters were born. There is not enough follow-up time.

"All our fourth-level flower and plant spirits have been entrusted to the three-tailed demon fox department and the demon donkey department to take care of them. The rest of the spirit spirits below the fourth level have been silenced by secret methods as flower seeds and buried in various places in Baihu Mountain. When the spiritual energy tide rises in the future, some To be able to sprout and re-grow, we would like to ask the temple master, ask the fairy temple to take care of the White Tiger Mountain, and prevent mortals from destroying the mountain.”

The three fairies saluted together.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to support the three of them, and agreed with a smile. He turned around to greet the guards, and it was not difficult to designate the Baihuling area as a forbidden area that ordinary people cannot enter.

During the 500 years, the guardians would occasionally go out to make inspections, and they had a special status in the Da'an Dynasty, and they spoke freely.

Another five months passed.

On this day, an ethereal voice resounded over the entire Eastern Continent: "All sects, escort the monks below the fifth level to the Duxian Islands, and each of the monks below the fifth level will go to the Duxian Islands by themselves. A high-level monk will obliterate the soul, and there will be no reincarnation in the afterlife."

As early as a few months ago, Xianling Temple recalled all monks who went out and sealed the entire sect with formations, just for this day.

When the bell rang, monks flew out of each mountain and gathered in front of the main hall of Xianling Temple. Under the leadership of the temple master, they lined up in an orderly manner to enter the main hall, offered incense, knelt down to worship the Taoist ancestors, and sang together "Taishang Tongxuan Sifang" "Prayer and Blessing" of "Miao Jing".

Once the homework was finished, the temple master, the head of the mountain, Yue Anyan, Tu Hufa and others looked solemn, and they waved their hands and sent everyone on the road. They said to each disciple who was about to go to the Duxian Islands: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

"In my next life, I will be a Taoist disciple!"

"Take care, Master, the disciple saluted you!"

A group of disciples dressed in Taoist robes walked past the temple master, the head of the mountain, and others, bowing their hands. Some had red eyes, some couldn't help crying, and some smiled as usual.

The incense mist curls up, and the bell sounds sad.

Chapter 945 What is the fear of death?

In the majestic hall, there are many golden pillars, brightly lit, and fragrant mist.

"Ding", today's evening class ended with the knocking of the chime, the temple master was not the first to get up and leave, sitting cross-legged facing the crowd, making an exception and telling a short story of "passing the torch" to the disciples who are not in high spirits, At the end, he said:

"'Let's obey the fate, follow the nature, and be in the right place when the time is right, we can't change the rules of this world at present, we can only obey, it's like burning out a candle, you can continue another candle, and the torch is passed on from generation to generation , there is no deadline, maybe one day, a solution can be found.”

He deliberately waited until the fifth-rank Taoist priests who had gone to the Duxian Islands returned to boost everyone's spirits.

The main hall, which was full of people at the beginning, is now empty and cold. There are more than 60 fifth-level monks in the middle, and more than 200 ordinary Taoist priests who have spent more than ten years on the right. Martial arts and light-weight skills for strengthening the body, but the practice of breathing is not passed on for the time being.

After this group of monks left, the guardian Zhang Tiande would teach the Taoist priests simple methods of cultivation.

"Everyone, let's encourage each other!"

"Follow the Lord Guan's instruction, and send the Lord off respectfully!"

Everyone bowed their hands and performed the Taoist salute, Zhang Wenfeng returned the salute, got up first and walked out of the hall, Shan Zhang, Yue Anyan and others walked out one after another.

The starry sky outside is brilliant, and the sky is as high and deep as a curtain.

Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the night sky, shook his head and sighed: "There are eyes beyond the sky, the killing outside has begun."

The patrolling envoys and patrolling guards who descended from the upper world act on behalf of the heavens, and have begun to use treasure exploration to search and avoid low-level monks, demon cultivators, and spirits on a large scale, unless they are hiding in the secret realm of powerful refining, or In the special ancient ruins array, otherwise, they are very likely to be picked out and killed.It is the destiny of the lower realm to take it from the sky and return it to the earth, reincarnation once every thousand years.

For the next half month, the closed mountain gate was calm and calm. Apart from doing their homework, most of the monks relaxed and drank tea and chatted under the shade of trees, or wandered up and down the mountain in small groups, calmly facing the upcoming test of thunder disaster.

Whether it is life or death, what is there to fear?

In the hall of companionship, Guanzhu Zhang spread out a large piece of paper, splashed ink on it, and drew a group portrait of his four apprentices.

With the banks of the meandering stream, the Xiliu Pavilion and thousands of spring willows as the background, the four people are sitting, leaning or drinking, with different shapes and charms. Smart and elegant.

The four of them and Yun Qiuhe watched the painting around the viewer, and praised the master's painting skills in a low voice.Zhuang Yu and Zhang Xuan'an were arguing about the ownership of this painting through sound transmission. He Kuyuyu also wanted to paint it, but Shui Qingru watched the painting quietly and didn't make a sound.

Zhang Guanzhu wrote on the upper right after finishing the painting: "Looking up to the sky and going out laughing, am I from Penghao?" He signed on the lower left, put down the brush, looked around carefully, and said with a smile: "Which one of you wants this painting?" Zhuang Yu and Zhang Xuan'an , He Kuyu hurriedly said: "I want it!"

Shui Qingru has already started to cover the screen with a thin layer of mana, and she uses her movements to explain what action is worse than heartbeat, and said with a smile: "I am a senior sister, do you want to fight with me?" "Senior sister, you usually don't fight ...well, if I didn't say it, you can do whatever you want."

Zhang Xuan'an was defeated by the big sister at a glance, and it was because of the indisputable people that they were not polite.

He Kuyu whispered: "Master, why don't you draw another picture for us?"

Yun Qiuhe explained with a smile: "Your master has a habit of never painting the same painting again. He doesn't like to be the same, so the painting in Qingru's hand is out of print."

Zhang Wenfeng went to a corner to scoop up water to wash his hands, "The joy of painting is exhausted, and it will not be beautiful to paint any more."

Shui Qingru took the scroll, and when they were about to leave, He Kuyu suddenly said in Chinese dialect: "Master, are you also from Blue Star Huaxia?"

This question has been held in her mind for many years, and she finally found the right opportunity to ask it.Zhang Wenfeng replied in Huaxia dialect: "I can also speak some nonsense about the underworld, so why do you think so?"

Several other people stopped when they looked at the two who were communicating in strange language.

He Kuyu took a quick look at his wife and said, "I saw my wife draw a sketch with charcoal,

She said that you taught it... In this world, no one else seems to be able to sketch? "

"I've been to so many places, why don't I bring you who are suffering into this world?"

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the apprentice who wanted to find out the truth but lacked courage, smiled and threatened, "Be careful, your senior sister will take you to Jianping Mountain to practice swords all night. Is there any problem?" He Kuyu shrank his neck in fright, and hurried Guilty said: "No, Master, please don't tell Senior Sister."

She was most afraid that her senior sister would ask her to practice swordsmanship, the senior sister was too ruthless, even the thick-skinned senior brother Xuan'an was unwilling to practice swordsmanship with her senior sister, every time it was like going to the execution ground.

After so many years of getting along, she is not so afraid of the master who is highly cultivated and easy-going, but she is afraid of the elder sister like a tiger.

From the bottom of my heart, I still think that Master may, perhaps also be a fellow from Lan Xing.

A few days later, the ethereal voice sounded again in the sky: "All monks and demon cultivators who have crossed the catastrophe, including the leftover monks and demon cultivators hidden in the secret realm, go to the sea area where Dengtianxian Road is located, and at noon three days later, we will officially cross the Xiaolei Tribulation." Examination, don't wait for the time!"

From the main hall of Xianlingguan, the bell calling for all the disciples came, and the melodious sound was full of vicissitudes.

Everyone gathered on the stone flat on the top of the mountain, waiting for the master who went to the secret place to return.

About two quarters of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng, Old Man Falling Mountain, Tao Niangzi, and Mang Gong descended to the top of the mountain, and asked everyone to wait a while longer. Zhang Wenfeng waved to the guard Zhang Tiande and said, "Go to Mingdeng Hall." The two left Entering the brightly lit room and walking along the small grids, Zhang Wenfeng extinguished the flames that were solidified like gems one by one. Lights off.

The shadows of the two dragged on the ground, gradually stretching very long.

The hall became dark, and there was only a single lamp left behind.

"God, thank you for your hard work, you have to stick to it for 500 years."

"Disciple, don't suffer!"

Zhang Tiande looked resolute and let the temple master go out first, he finally closed the wooden door, isolating the former brilliance of the lamp wall.

Leading more than 200 ordinary Taoist priests, Zhang Tiande bowed his hands, bowed deeply to the ground, and paid homage to the people who flew into the air one after another and flew to the north. Zhang Tiande suppressed the reluctance in his eyes, and whispered: "Ring the bell!" , chant scriptures, and pray for my classmates to see them off!"

The bell rang for a long time, the sun was shining brightly, and nine rang farewell.

The reverberation of the majestic scriptures drifted into the distance with the wind.

Standing alone on the top of the rock, Zhang Tiande looks to the north, and for the sake of passing on the torch that the viewer said, he will continue to live forever. He will take on the task of 500 years, no matter what the wind and rain.

People have gone, the building is empty.

The sound of scriptures lasts for a long time, echoing in the mountain wind.

Chapter 946

The mysterious Dengtianxian Road is located [-] miles west of the vast continent. The sea water is strangely blue-black, and there is little life in the [-]-mile sea area. Fish, shellfish, etc. instinctively detour.

When Zhang Wenfeng and his entourage arrived unhurriedly, it was already the next morning, and they could see from a distance above a dozen or so monks in dark purple battle suits and dark purple masks, surrounded by two monks in dark red A man in armor wearing a dark red mask.

Hundreds of miles above the sea, clusters of monks from the lower realm gathered in clusters to the east and clusters to the west.

"The person wearing the dark red battle armor is the seventh-level inspector of the upper realm, and the one wearing the dark purple armor is the sixth-rank patrol guard. It is said that they are all selected from various major forces. Dare to make troubles."

You Mengchang sent a sound transmission to tell the temple master not to be influenced by Qin Qiu from Youxian Palace.

More than 5000 years ago, he accompanied Situ Laoer to the nearby sea area, and saw the first batch of ascension monks to accept the sky thunder assessment.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, chose an open space at random, and saw two groups of monks flying in the distance.Sisters Xin Yue and Xin Xing led seven beautiful male and female fox demons, and together with nine petite flower spirits, including Lu Xin'er, Hua Fenglan, and Lu Chan'er, flew closer to meet and laugh.

Zhao Zhu'er and Fang Bailan led eleven fifth-level Confucian practitioners from Wenzhai Academy over.

This made the team of monks on Guanzhu Zhang's side bigger and bigger, which attracted the attention of the patrolling envoys in the distance, who looked at it for a while and then stopped looking.

Xin Xing and Xiao Ni'er chatted happily non-stop.

They didn't seem to be able to feel the depressing atmosphere here. They were heartlessly looking forward to the scenery, treasures and snacks in the upper world. The two talked endlessly. Finally, join the ranks of rushing.

Lu Zijin and Zhao Zhu'er exchanged their experience in crossing the catastrophe, the experience they learned from the classics.

Zhang Guanzhu chatted with Xinyue and asked how the preparations were going.

In fact, he was not worried about Xin Yue and Xin Xing's catastrophe. The two of them had the protective treasures entrusted to him by Nine Lives in the extraterritorial battlefield, which had been sacrificed for decades, and the clay dolls blessed by Mo Ye, who were better than him. Easier.

Old man You and old man Yue Shan chatted.

Everyone found someone to chat with, and some people sat cross-legged in the air, quietly closing their eyes and resting their minds.

Zhou Fushi and Wan Boqi from Lingbao Temple came to have a face-to-face meeting. Seeing the magnificent scale of Xianling Temple, apart from being envious, they handed each other wishes for success, chatted for a while and then went back.Chen Qingqiao came here with two men and one woman. They were the three mountain gods who were reincarnated from the Yanyuan Secret Realm. Among them, Mo Shu relied on the bloody merits of his previous life to break through the barrier and advance to the sixth level like a broken bamboo. We greeted each other, and turned around after talking for a while. After all, this is not a good place to call friends.

Two days passed in a flash.

Zhang Wenfeng beckoned to Qian Jing and He Kuyu, he wanted to protect them through the catastrophe.

Lu Zijin called Wei Jingjie and Shang Qingyun to his side. Wei Jingjie, as the old cripple's apprentice, Lu Zijin must take good care of him, and Lu Huan... needn't worry at all.Xiao Ni'er protected the head of the mountain and Yue Anyan, she swore: "Grandma, Master, head of the mountain, there is Xiao Ni'er here, you two don't have to worry, I'm old and powerful now."

Yue Anyan smiled and said, "I'm not worried, when I go to the upper realm, I'll reward you with a handful of shiny beads."

The head of the mountain also smiled and said, "I have prepared a bag of crystals."

Xiao Ni'er quickly glanced in the direction of the Master Guan, shook her head and refused: "One family does not talk about two families, and if we see each other like this again, I will get angry."

Shui Qingru stood beside Yan Jing, and the two chatted in a low voice.

Gui Fudo was silent, he didn't like talking too much, so Ying Miaogu stood beside her respectfully.

Old Man Shan had earlier agreed to protect the master's apprentice, Zhuang Yu. The thunder disaster he, Tao Niangzi and Manggong were going to face was no small matter, but he was confident that he could withstand it with his own terrifying protection. Can.