Taoist chanting

"Next time, I will be a guest at the second senior brother's house. I have something to do today. I want to invite the second senior brother to the mountain to help guard the Taoist temple. I wonder if the second senior brother has any spare time?"

Zhang Wenxing had already guessed that he was going to ask him to go up the mountain, so he hurriedly replied, "You are welcome, I will go up the mountain with you."

"Second Senior Brother, please bring your sword."

Seeing that the second senior brother was in a hurry to go out, Zhang Wenfeng reminded him softly.

The brothers and sisters who were sent down the mountain had a saber in their hands that was given by the master to ward off evil spirits.

"Monastery wait a moment."

Zhang Wenxing immediately knew that something happened on the mountain.

He turned around and hurried into the house, took a long sword and put it on his waist, took a stack of painted yellow talismans and put them in his sleeves and arms, put on a bamboo hat and went out, closed the firewood door of the yard, and left the village with the Guanzhu. Nothing was asked.

Before Zhang Wenfeng left, he looked up at the direction of his old house on the south side of Zhuangzi.

He has a eldest brother, a second brother, and a third sister who are close relatives. The eldest brother is much older than him, and he seems to be of different seniority. There is no intimacy at all, and the eldest nephew is two years older than him.

When he was 12 years old, his parents died of old illness one after another.

At that time, the second brother had a child of his own to support, and the third sister was married away, leaving him alone in a dilapidated old house.

Living on three acres of thin land, young and weak and not good at taking care of it, the harvest is naturally not good. From spring to winter, I am full and hungry, lacking oil and salt, and living with little soup and water.

Fortunately, Zhuangzi's relatives and neighbors helped him and survived for half the winter.

The winter was extremely cold that year.

He was as thin as a bracken pole, and his eyes were so green and veined that the wind could blow them away.

Hunger and cold, lack of clothing and food, and colds, he couldn't endure it.

Following the advice of his second brother, he carried a ragged bag on his back, tied his foot pole and two tattered cloth shoes with straw, and with a wooden stick, like a little beggar, he resolutely went to Xianling Temple, which is five miles away in the north.

Back then, he had short calves, weak steps, and stopped walking.

After more than an hour, he almost fainted from starvation and froze to death on the last section of the mountain road. It was the second senior brother who came back from the mountain and found him. He carried him on his back and poured frost, sugar and hot water to life.

The master asked him to be an apprentice for three years first, sweeping daily, and working in the fields. If he could learn to read and memorize scriptures, teach him the basic breathing exercises to develop his sense of qi, and pass the test, he would be officially accepted as an apprentice.

If he fails to meet the requirements, he will be too old, and he will be sent back to Zhuangzi to support himself.

In order to be able to stay and eat, the little guy who has endured the hardships of life and is full of the desire to survive is extraordinarily diligent.

As a result, in less than two years, he was officially included as a closed disciple by the master.

His master taught him that those who practice Taoism should have a weak mind and be born out of the mundane world. Since then, he has rarely returned to Zhuangzi.

The past is like a cloud of smoke, all are gone!

There was no delay on the way, the two of them walked very fast, and the sun was not yet at the top of the treetops when they went up the mountain.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the Taoist temple gate and courtyard gate, then went to open the kitchen door first, Sheng Shui and the two cleaned their hands, and whispered to his cousin a series of events that happened at night.

He used some spring and autumn techniques, and briefly outlined a few key points that should not be disclosed.

Zhang Wenxing was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and scolded Lu Jinzhong as "a thief who eats the inside and outside the outside, and there is more to die for." Then he worried about the safety of the spectator and said:

"What are you going to do about it? Those people are raising evil spirits and zombies. They come from bad ways and have a lot of power. They won't come out during the day, but it's hard to say at night. It's just the two of us, and some of them are weak."

He hinted that the cousin invited the other two senior brothers who were scattered around the town to come back and tide over the difficulties together.

"I'll wait for a trip to the city."

Zhang Wenfeng has his own ideas.

There has never been a thousand days to guard against thieves, he has to take the initiative to attack.

Except for Zhang Wenxing, who is his cousin and second senior brother, he is wary of others.

The fifth senior brother was able to do such a vicious act, colluding with outsiders to murder him, the spectator, and he would not easily believe the other two until the case was closed.

In case the wolf is brought into the house, it will be bad if it is impossible to prevent.

"Oh, that's okay, you pay attention to safety on the road."

Zhang Wenxing no longer insisted.

He went to the city and asked the Daolu Branch to send manpower for support, but he was not very optimistic.

Those gentlemen’s doors are easy to get in, but it’s hard to talk about things. He has dealt with them, but he also tried it out with the master. He can’t pour cold water, and he will know the result in the afternoon. in time.

After the simple exchange, Zhang Wenfeng opened the door of the main hall of the Taoist Temple, accompanied his cousin to the incense, but did not open the backyard door.

Let the cousin cook with the fire in the kitchen and make the smoke from the kitchen. He quietly left again and then Shan Linzi left.

Chapter 13

Picking up a mountain road with few people, Zhang Wenfeng used his light work to hurry on the road.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he went around the west gate of Xiling County.

After showing the ultimatum to the gatekeepers and successfully entering the city, he first looked for an old-fashioned soup cake shop.

He sat down and ordered a large bowl of hot, red and oily soup cakes (noodles) covered with one or two thinly shaved meat in a sauce, filling his stomach lacking in oil and water, and costing him ten coins.

After resting for a while, Zhang Wenfeng got up and held the bamboo hat with his left hand, lowered the eaves, and walked through the crowded and bustling streets.

The bustling city life atmosphere seems to have little to do with him.

Being in it, it seems that it is very far away, like a passerby, not disturbed by the excitement of others, and immersed in the invisible self.

Zhang Wenfeng was a little strange about his state. Could it be that he was influenced by the state of mind of Huaqi cultivating the Dao?

When the matter is settled, I will go back to the secret room and flip through the book.

No one gave any pointers, but fortunately, there are books left by the master to refer to.

When I came to the gate of the Daolu Branch of Xiling County, which was half a street from the county government, there were no tall stone sculptures, no servants guarding the gate, the noble vermilion gate was open, and it was quiet and quiet, and the beggars did not dare to stop when they passed by.

He had been here with his master many times before, and he was no stranger to it.

He took off the hat he was wearing and tied it to his back with a blue cable, adjusted his turban and robe, and lifted his left foot over the foot-high threshold.

Going around the wall photo from the left, there is a bluestone paved field in front of you. In the middle of the field, a huge Tai Chi Eight Diagrams pattern is inlaid with black and white stones. I heard from the master that it is a guardian formation passed down more than 500 years ago.

Going to the corridor on the left, most of the rooms on the side of the courtyard wall are closed.

In the open room, there were three or two people talking and drinking tea, while others were copying it by themselves. They ignored Zhang Wenfeng, who was dressed as a Taoist priest, and went their separate ways.

Zhang Wenfeng walked all the way to the innermost, and turned right in the third room of the corridor, where two people were sitting and chatting.

Knocking on the open red lacquered wooden door, Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists: "Blessed and immeasurable Tianzun. I disturb the two Dao brothers, may I ask if the Master Yan is here?"

He remembered that this not-so-small house was the hall where the Master Yan handled official business.

Master Yan had a good relationship with his master, and liked to talk about metaphysics, and he visited many times with him.

The man on the left in front of the coffee table in the room looked about thirty years old, with a square face, a green satin robe, and a pure Yang towel.

The man on the right is wearing a blue Taoist robe embroidered with silver, about 27 or [-] years old, wearing a crescent crown on his head, with a fair face and a good-looking appearance, with a short beard on his chin.

"The Taoist ancestor is merciful. Master Yan was transferred to the county town a few days ago and has another appointment. I don't know you, but I have something to do? I am Wu Ganping, the new head of the branch. This is the new patrolling and law enforcement guard Fu Gujing Daoist friend."

The etiquette is thoughtful, and the people on the side are introduced.

The man named Wu Ganping calmly looked at the young Taoist priest outside the door.

As I got closer, I could vaguely sense the faint fluctuations of Yuan Qi on the other side. This place is not bad. Not long after I took office, I found a fellow in the Transformation Realm.

"Negative. Zhang Wenfeng, a Taoist priest of Xianlingguan under the jurisdiction of Xiling County, has met Master Wu and fellow Daoist Fu."

Zhang Wenfeng greeted the two of them again, took out his ultimatum from his sleeve, and handed it to Wu Ganping in both hands.

In addition to bowing down to the Taoist ancestors and masters, Taoist practitioners will hold fists to those with high positions and profound cultivation to show that all living beings are equal.

However, Taoists are very particular about receiving people and things, going out and dressing, speaking, sitting and lying down.

It is for self-cultivation.

Zhang Wenfeng was nurtured in his previous life since he was a child, and he was very adaptable, and he found that, no matter in the previous life or in this life, most Taoist priests were clean-looking, high-spirited, and very good-looking.

Of course, there are also Taoist priests who look like a butcher with a full face. They cannot judge people by their appearance, but there are very few.

The fat-headed, big-eared and prosperous people are mostly monks.

He could slightly sense the unusual aura of the two people five steps away, which was roughly similar to the Yuan Qi in his body. The spiritual eye technique could look at the breath, but he couldn't use it rashly on his colleagues. It was very impolite and an offense.

Master Xuanmu explained some basic rules of the cultivation world in the booklet, and he naturally followed them and would not use spells indiscriminately.

It shouldn't be long before the tide of spiritual energy in the dark path rises. Someone walked in front so quickly?

So much better, he came right this time.

Wearing a blue Taoist robe, Wu Ganping received the certificate with both hands, flipped through it, and found that the date of birth was marked on the certificate. After a silent calculation, this person was only 22 years old, so young and promising, he handed the certificate back to Zhang Wenfeng.

There are many large and small Taoist temples registered in the county. He is new here, and he has never heard of Xianling Temple, but he will not neglect the young Taoist priest who has already transformed himself. Serve tea, let's talk."

Zhang Wenfeng accepted the ultimatum, said politely, followed the two of them into the hall, and took a seat at the coffee table.

Fu Gujing cleaned the black copper teapot, refilled the tea leaves, scooped water from the wooden barrel with a long-handled black-brown wooden spoon with a small bowl, poured clear spring water into the teapot, and added charcoal to the stove to cook the tea.

Wu Ganping chatted with the guests and talked about general metaphysical opinions. After drinking the first cup of boiled tea, he asked the business: "I don't know if Zhang Daoyou is here today. What matters need the help of Daolu Branch?"

He has been observing the young colleague who came to the door.

The other party's demeanor is calm, his words and deeds are in harmony, and the rules and literacy revealed by his words and deeds make him feel good.

Zhang Wenfeng put down the teacup, sat up straight, and said, "I came here today, one is to assess my cultivation, and to seek a status as a loose person in the Daolu Academy; the other is to report a case of a thief using sorcery to harm others."

He was referring to the Daolu Academy, not the Daolu Branch of Xiling County, which is quite different.

After the cultivation of the acquired realm breaks through to the Qi Qi, one can go to the Daolu Branch for examination and registration, obtain the corresponding unspecified status, and obtain the benefits that match the status.

But over the years, never heard of anyone breaking through?

Occasionally someone breaks through to the innate realm, that is to embark on another path.

"Oh!"

Wu Ganping naturally guessed that the other party came here to assess his cultivation and obtain the corresponding identity.

But the second thing was somewhat unexpected. He exchanged glances with Fu Gujing, who did not speak, and each showed a smile. This colleague gave them credit.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Zhang, please test your cultivation first."

Wu Ganping did not rush to ask about the case he was most concerned about, he stood up and asked Zhang Wenfeng to follow him to the opposite desk.

Open the cabinet behind the desk, take out a silver Dharma plate, the smooth disc is engraved with dark golden gossip and a circle of complex runes, Wu Ganping stretched out his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you only need to place your palm flat in the middle of the Qi-measuring plate. Calm your mind, and practice the exercises silently.”

Zhang Wenfeng put his left hand up and followed suit.

The Yuan Qi that he lost has been nearly two hours in the past. After running the exercises from time to time, plus his own recovery, he has recovered [-]% to [-]%. This is also because the Yuan Qi in his body is thin, and it is easy to recover.

Soon, a layer of light blue brilliance appeared on the surface of the silver disc, and the flickering gradually deepened.

After reaching a certain interval, the light blue light vibrated and barely stabilized.

Wu Ganping smiled and said, "That's alright. Congratulations to Daoyou Zhang for being promoted to the Qi Realm. From now on, we will be on the same path. Please help each other on the way of cultivation!"

The Qi test plate can test the attributes of Yuan Qi, the innate Qi of a martial artist, and the aura of Confucianism.

Fu Gujing also smiled and said hi, seeing that this fellow Daoist Zhang had just entered Huaqi, so he came to the Daolu Branch.

The Yuan Qi displayed by the Qi measuring plate is not pure and steady, and it is very weak.

But there is one thing that makes him optimistic. This person has a pure wooden physique. In the future, he can develop non-combat auxiliary alchemy and healing techniques, and his talent should not be bad.

Of course, alchemy and alchemy will burn a lot of money before they can achieve success, and they still need someone to give guidance.

Chapter 14 The case, get help

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his hands, the light blue light on the silver dharma plate disappeared, and he clenched his fists in return with a few words of thanks.

Xianlingguan also has a test disk passed down from generation to generation. Time has left an old yellow on it that cannot be wiped off, which can test simple physical attributes.

He never thought that he could test his Yuan Qi.

Wu Ganping put away the qi testing plate, and took out a white jade tablet about three inches in diameter from the cabinet.

On the front of the brand, there are two lines of seal carving, namely "Da'an Daoluyuan" and "Xiling County, Yuanyang County". Cloud engraving.

He blessed a little Yuan Qi on the white jade card, handed it to Zhang Wenfeng, and explained: