Taoist chanting

Longevity and long-term vision, free and happy.

The brochure also mentioned that in ancient times long ago, the cultivation system was very different from that of more than 500 years ago. The cultivation methods in ancient times were rough and simple, and the realm was only divided into four levels of "Huang Xuan Di Tian".

In every reincarnation of spiritual qi in later generations, there are talented and outstanding people who can improve their exercises and adapt to the changes of spiritual qi.

In order to cultivate to the Transcendence Realm at the fastest speed during the 500 years of spiritual energy surge, leave the dark world, and go to a higher level of the upper realm.

Zhang Wenfeng secretly rejoiced that he should be the forerunner of this round of spiritual energy surge, and the chances are more than the latecomers.

When I was looking at it, the heartbroken lung donkey called through the windows of the backyard of the beast through the window puppet paper, and one after another, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaga?

Zhang Wenfeng tilted his head and glanced at the copper pot hourglass in the corner.

Only then did I realize that it was almost two quarters of the time, and the time passed so fast.

He got up and put the booklet in his arms and hid it close to him. He had to take the time to copy the two booklets, which were originally kept in the secret room in the basement.

Zhang Wenfeng also felt that his stomach was empty and hungry, so he took the replaced Qingfeng sword in his hand, blew out the oil lamp, opened the door of the west hall and walked out, locked the west hall, walked to the backyard in the dark, and put the ordinary sword back first. The hut he lives in hangs diagonally from the pillars.

"You foodie, you only know how to yell all day long, is it itchy because you have no work to do?"

Zhang Wenfeng reprimanded the black donkey lightly, but the donkey drooped its head and shut its ears.

Holding the yellowing wind lantern from the thatched hut, he was busy for a while, cleaning the food trough and water trough, and filling the black donkey with fodder and water. Today's donkey stables don't have time to clean, so let's be sloppy for a day.

Then I went to the kitchen and made myself a big bowl of oil-drenched vegetables, pork and sangzi noodles to eat.

The oil he used for these two meals was enough for the old cripple to save six or seven days.

I am really hungry, my stomach is seriously lacking in oil and water, or I may consume too much, and I can only fill up my stomach once.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the hut in the backyard and was about to take away the pile of changed clothes, his eyes swept across the bed.

After hesitating for a moment, uncover the green cloth pad and roll it into a ball. Forget it, this thin cloth quilt, wheat leather pillows and the straw on the bed are all burned to the souls of the dead. There is also a set of clean thick cloth quilts, ash Cloth pads, etc.

Wrap the clothes, green cloth pads, thin cloth quilts, etc. in a ball, and carry them to the open space in the northwest corner of the courtyard wall.

Returning to the flat straw, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped, and he picked out a four-finger-wide, about-foot-long yellow paper figure from the bed under the straw.

Turning over to look at the paper man's yellow talisman drawn with cinnabar ink, his face became extremely ugly.

"'Blood Fiend Yin Gui Soul Harvesting Curse' is really vicious!"

Zhang Wenfeng gritted his teeth and let out a sentence.

Chapter 09 Fighting the Ghost Donkey in the Night

Zhang Wenfeng's birthday and name were written on the front of the paper figurine, and there were three small blood-colored holes in the chest area, each of which was implicated in a slender rune.

Forming a sinister and complex blood web,

Wrap the whole paper figure.

On the back of the paper figurine is a hideous ghost, with a long hair tied through three holes in a dead knot, and the end painted with blood.

As a descendant of Xianlingguan, he is not very old, and his knowledge and experience are not rich enough.

However, following his master for many years, he knew a thing or two about such harmful paper figurines.

He finally understood how the body died. He was able to sneak into his hut to place paper figurines. Did the ghost help him?

The long hair tied behind the paper figurine for practice, don't think it can only be his own.

Is it lame or hunchbacked?

It was really a coincidence that it happened that the two of them were on leave, and something big happened to him here.

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the paper figurine, recited the Secret Art of Purification, and quickly calmed down after eliminating distracting thoughts. He put the paper figurine in the drawer of the wooden table, continued to roll up the straw, and rummaged through it carefully. There was nothing else harmful.

After brushing off the straw dust on his hands and robe, Zhang Wenfeng walked around in the hut.

After thinking for a while, he put the paper talisman back to the original place of the bed and couch, covered it with straw again, and then went out to bring back the ball of clothes, green cloth mat, cloth quilt, etc.

Arrange it, spread the clothes flat on the bed, and cover with a thin cloth quilt.

Zhang Wenfeng went out for a trip, opened the West Hall, and returned after a short while in the dark. He had a few talismans left by Master in his pocket, as well as a small porcelain vase with cinnabar ink, and a small bronze mirror engraved with gossip.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, he wants to tell the guy who murdered him to have a taste of the backlash of the blood evil yin ghost.

As long as that guy dares to do it tonight, he will surely suffer a tragic death that tears his soul apart.

While there was still some time left, Zhang Wenfeng blew out the oil lamp, moved the chair to a corner away from the bed, sat in the dark, and pondered the two entry-level spells recorded in the exercise book, "Spiritual Eye Technique" and "Blue Wood Wave Technique". He now has the early stage of Qi Transformation Realm and can practice.

By reading the booklet of exercises, he already understood that internal vision is a kind of skill that monks can master instinctively after they get started.

He mobilized the thin Yuan Qi in his body to travel through the meridians, descended from Shenting acupoint, entered Yintang for a little bit of momentum, and then scoured the bamboo acupoints on his left and right brows back and forth.

If there is dizziness and dizziness, he is ready to stop at any time.

After about a quarter of an hour, he easily opened the Zanzhuqiao acupoint, Yuan Qi nourished his eyes, and he learned the spiritual eye technique easily.

The corners of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth twitched up, it was really not difficult to get started with spells.

He opened his eyes, seeing things in the dark like day.

According to the records of the practice, one can see intangible objects such as ghosts and souls by using this method, and the casting distance depends on the cultivation level.

Compared with "opening the eyes" by means of various means, it is much more practical and stronger.

Silently estimating the Yuan Qi consumed by the spirit eye technique, Zhang Wenfeng stopped the spell after he had a rough idea.

The dimness in front of his eyes returned to a dim state. With his current eyesight, he has far surpassed that of the masters in the acquired kingdom. Zhang Wenfeng stood up and just walked a few steps when he heard the faint sound of three clappers coming from the town to the southwest.

"Zishi, it's midnight."

"I hope there will be a conclusion tonight, let me see who is trying to frame... Daoist!"

Zhang Wenfeng murmured a few words to himself silently, sat down and closed his eyes, concentrating and meditating.

He is not going to spend his Yuan Qi to practice the Aoki Transformation Wave Technique, and he will go all out to deal with the current stage first. is the casting time period.

come on!

Time passed slowly in the darkness, the room was silent, and there were autumn insects chirping outside.

Zhang Wenfeng recited scriptures and meditated all the year round, and he was patient enough.

An hour later, I heard the sound of the fourth watch coming from the direction of the town. He sat still, and his spirit became more and more energetic. He made up his mind to wait for the thief, and it was fine to stay up all night. Sleep well.

About half an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly opened his eyes. He sensed a cold aura approaching, and the sound of bugs outside the house stopped abruptly.

The body reacted instinctively, the hair stood up, and the arm had a layer of goose bumps.

The spiritual eye technique swept away, and he "saw" a black mist, entering from the two-finger-wide gap under the wooden door.

He was busy restraining his breath, for fear of scaring away the bloody ghost that finally appeared, and at the same time relaxed secretly.

This body is really rare and strange. He is a person who has seen countless ghosts in the underworld. What ghosts are he afraid of?

Soon he found himself overestimating the IQ of the ghosts who follow orders.

The black fog didn't even notice his existence, let alone stop to investigate, but rushed towards the bed with hunger and thirst.

With the paper talisman as the medium and guide, the black mist turned into a blurred figure, which was imposingly pressed on top of the spread out robes on the bed, fluctuating violently up and down.

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

The untimely loud neighing of the donkey came from the barn in the backyard.

In the dark, it is simply earth-shattering.

Zhang Wenfeng secretly cursed "scaring", held out the bronze gossip mirror from his right sleeve, and quickly recited in his mouth: "Heaven and earth live together, sweep away filth and guilt, worship the bronze mirror, and the hole is boundless, go!"

The index finger of the left hand was stained with the cinnabar ink in the porcelain vase, wiped it on the mirror, and the right hand poured a little mana.

"Shuh", a thin red light, shone on the ghost who was still doing his own way and had some mental retardation.

Cinnabar is an object of yang energy, coupled with Taoist heritage instruments, it is no problem to use incantations and Yuan Qi mana to stimulate and deal with a mere ghost.

The light almost shone the ghosts away.

Zhang Wenfeng was fighting ghosts for the first time, he was not experienced enough, and he didn't have an intuitive understanding of his own soaring strength, so he hurriedly cut off the bronze mirror to cast spells, but he couldn't just kill ghosts like this, cut off the clues, and make it easier for thieves to cast spells in the dark.

The weak ghost who finally escaped from the dead was only a thin mass, and instinctively escaped through the crack of the door.

Zhang Wenfeng took the opportunity to pop out a finger of cinnabar ink, and two very fine red spots stained Yin Gui's body.

He opened the door, quickly took a picture of the "Zhen Zhai Talisman" left by Master on the door frame, closed the door, dodged and fluttered over the wall of the high courtyard, and chased after the ghost, he wanted to follow the vine Touch your paws to find the man behind the cast.

He heard the screeching donkey barking in the courtyard wall and stopped abruptly.

Secretly guessing that the donkey may have noticed something dirty, so it screamed and warned?

His master doesn't like dogs barking at guests, it's rude. Taoist temples don't keep dogs and care homes, and don't like chickens and ducks pulling dung everywhere, which is unsightly and smells bad, so the Taoist temple is clean and fresh. But even to eat eggs, duck eggs have to go to the town to buy.

During his lifetime, Master had many times praised the black-haired donkey that he had raised for many years and used it as a part-time horse to pull the grinder.

Call it docile spirituality, and treat it kindly.

chapter 10

Zhang Wenfeng used martial arts and light kung fu, and it is more nimble and convenient than usual. It moves like green smoke, leaving almost no footprints on the muddy ground, and there are two spots of cinnabar ink stained on Yin Gui's body. He is not worried if they are far away Lost.

After chasing the low mountain forest, catching up with Guandao from the small road, and chasing the Hexi town, which is five miles away.

I saw that the black mist flying in the air suddenly accelerated, pounced on a figure staggering and fleeing towards the field trail.

"what……"

The person who failed to cast the spell and suffered backlash was bleeding from the mouth. It was when he was weak and his response was slow. He was holding a yellow paper talisman in his hand and couldn't trigger the incantation.

"...Junior Brother Wenfeng, spare... spare my life..."

He didn't know where something went wrong, and it got to the point where the ghosts turned back and couldn't control it.

Relying on himself is definitely not enough, he can't even read the spell in pain.

He could only ask for help from the dark shadow who was approaching. He guessed who was chasing him, and thought that he had caught a straw after falling into the water, and only someone who came could save him.

Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward from the dark place, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth when he learned the true face of the thief.

It was the fifth senior brother Lu Jinzhong who was finally dismissed half a year before the death of Master Xian.

Seeing the figure rolling down and scratching the miserable figure in the ditch and ridge in the field, Zhang Wenfeng looked down and asked coldly, "Who ordered you? Tell me, I can save your life."

It was easy for him to rescue him, and he had several ways to destroy the ghost on the opponent.

Of course, he was just verbally speaking, deceiving the other party to tell the truth.

He wanted to know why Lu Jinzhong used sinister sorcery to assassinate him. The Taoism taught by Xianlingguan did not have these harmful evil methods, and was it to win the position of the watcher of Xianlingguan?

Or instructed?Or is there another reason?

He does things in a clear and organized manner, and after figuring out the ins and outs of things, he can make subsequent decisions and take precautions.

The thief who caused the death of the host, he must see the death of the other party with his own eyes to be relieved.

The figure whose face was distorted in pain hissed: "No one instructed... it was me... I was obsessed."

Zhang Wenfeng's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, "There is not much time, you can tell the truth, I don't care, the taste of ghosts eating back and swallowing your soul, you can taste it yourself."

The man scratched his face and neck so that the flesh and blood were blurred, and some bones were exposed, and he couldn't find the backlash in his body. .

He will die immediately if he does not speak out.

"It's Shengzi...ah...ah..."

He might die if he said it, but there is a chance of survival after all, so he can only survive first and then find a way to escape.

Before he could finish speaking, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared from the pocket of Lu Jinzhong's night clothes, turned into an evil spirit and jumped on him, biting his neck fiercely, preventing Lu Jinzhong from continuing to speak, and biting Lu Jinzhong to change his tone. scream.

Zhang Wenfeng drifted away in surprise, which really made him deceive some unexpected information.

This wolf-hearted and dog-lung thief colluded with outsiders, dared to attack his idea, and wanted to win the Immortal Spirit Temple. The other four brothers and sisters who were dismissed by the master earlier to go down the mountain did not have the surname Sheng, and they could basically clear the direct suspicion.

The bronze gossip mirror in his hand showed, and he chanted the incantation anxiously, shouting: "Go!"

The mirror surface smeared with cinnabar ink again stimulated a faint red glow, which shone on the fierce and abnormal evil spirit.

"Pfft", a foul-smelling mist surged up from the vicious ghost. It was wiped out half of the cold energy by the spell launched by the bronze gossip mirror. Zhang Wenfeng swooped forward, and the chill was overwhelming.

Suddenly there was a dog barking in the direction of Hexi Town.

The dogs in the town barked one after another, breaking the tranquility of the town at night.