Taoist chanting

The donkey's ears pricked up, its four hooves stood on the ground, and the donkey left the temple master behind. It ran away with the dozing young badger on its back. It liked to chase and play with the apprentices the most.

The preaching of the Lord is the light on its way forward.

But it doesn’t need to follow the road all the time, it really likes the viewer’s telling it that “act on a whim, Taoism is at ease”, it is simply tailor-made for it.

Straightforward, comfortable, how beautiful.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the top of the mountain alone, the second senior brother and Yue Anyan had just finished their morning class.

After saying hello, Zhang Wenfeng waved his hands and said with a smile: "Go ahead, you don't need to stay for a meal, I want to rest all morning."

Opening the door of the West Palace, he went straight in, leaving the two of them with a somewhat bleak and heavy back.

The second senior brother and Yue Anyan looked at each other, the host hadn't returned all night, his expression seemed to be very tired, there was a trace of unconcealable sadness hidden in his smile, what happened?

Yue Anyan was a little worried.

The temple master is very thoughtful, and he will not reveal the things he refuses to say no matter how he asks.

"donkey!"

She suddenly thought, the second senior brother who was scratching his head transmitted the word, and the two flew down the mountain.

The Guanzhu chooses to act in secret, but most of the time he takes his donkey with him.

In the quiet room of the West Palace, Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on a straw futon, holding in his hand a black vase that concealed its luster and looked very ordinary.

If Zhong Wenyong opened his mouth, he could actually stay. He didn't have to enter the underworld to find a chance of reincarnation.

Neither of them mentioned the matter of staying the remnant soul and using the divine way to restore the soul and restore the cultivation base.

The opinion of each other has become an unavoidable hurdle between them!

Holding the wooden bottle, Zhang Wenfeng indulged his mood and howled to the sky a few times. In order to stick to his own limit and Zhong Wenyong to fulfill his morality, he knew it well and chose to walk a thorny road that might not have an afterlife without hesitation! !

"Ahhh!"

The voice is hoarse like a wolf.

Falling back to the ground, he was tired and needed a good night's sleep.

When he woke up, he was the calm and calm temple master with a gentle smile.

With Zhizhu in his hand, it seems that nothing can stop him.

In fact, the only one who knows the pain in his heart is self-knowledge, and he regards all difficulties as a sharpening stone on the road of practice.

A stone file is used to sharpen the heart mirror, which is unforgettable and painful.

At the foot of the short mountain, the second senior brother stopped Wei Jingjie, who got up early to exercise, and asked the young man to ring the wake-up bell hanging in the corridor of Qingzheng Bieyuan. It was time for the apprentices to get up.

He and Yue Anyan blocked the donkey that was about to slip away, and confronted the donkey with long ears.

"Lu Zijin, where did the temple master take you last night? Tell the truth, when the temple master came back this morning, he seemed a little out of sorts. He felt sad and couldn't keep it from me. Something must have happened? You tell us, we can enlighten the viewer later and untie his knots, otherwise you will be sad for a long time."

Yue Anyan's expression was gentle, and he analyzed and discussed.

The donkey rolled his eyes, looked at the second senior brother, then at Yue Anyan, then shook his head.

The viewer only took it out because of its trust. It is a tight-lipped donkey hero.

With a dodge, he dodged the hands of the second senior brother who were about to grab its neck, and his enchanting figure was embraced by Yue Anyan. He was extremely fast, without touching the ground, and disappeared into the woods after a few vertical leaps.

The two shook their heads and smiled wryly. The donkey's light body skills were so good that they couldn't catch up.

Seeing this scene, the other running apprentices were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

The docile donkey who often played with them turned out to run so fast. Could it be that the rumored mountain guardian spirit beast is true?

Chapter 164

The King of Hell is good to see, but the little devil is difficult to deal with.

Zhong Wenyong is well aware of this truth. As an incomplete soul that has remained in the human world for more than five hundred years, he has divine visions and visions. He walks in the dark wind of the underworld where there are only black and white and no colorful light vitality, like a bright dark topaz. It is extraordinarily attracting the attention of ghosts and attracting bees and butterflies.

Relying on the Ming money that Zhang Wenfeng burned to him, he threw out a lot of money to avoid disaster.

There is a saying that "money can make ghosts turn the mill", and the journey went smoothly.

Most of the paper money burned to the dead in the yang world was useless, or was divided up by other ghosts.

However, Zhang Wenfeng used his identity as a ghost messenger and burned the paper money by chanting scriptures, and it fell on Zhong Wenyong.

As a former god, Zhong Wenyong had already guessed Zhang Daoyou's other layer of identity. He dared to reincarnate in the underworld.

Fortunately, although Zhang Daoyou has an exquisite heart and is not easy to fool, he treats his friends really well.

They have been burning money and chanting scriptures to see him off.

After dismissing a few waves of little ghosts who blocked the way, he followed a faint guide in his heart, found Bai Wuchang who was drinking in a pavilion, bowed his hands together, and said, "Little god remnant soul, meet the superior!"

Bai Wuchang had noticed the remnant soul coming in from the ghost gate a long time ago, he smiled and stretched out his hand to invite: "Sit down, have a few drinks with me, and tell me what's new in the world of Yang, I haven't gone out for a long time. He listened attentively again, and said with a smile: "Zhang Wenfeng, a disciple of the Taoist school, treats you, your deadly enemy, Wuxiu Shendao, really treats you differently and favorably."

Zhong Wenyong was so determined that he saluted,?Dafangfang sat down on the stool opposite.

Talk to people when you meet them, right?What the hell are you talking about?It's not difficult for him, as long as he sees the ghost messenger who is connected with the breath of the ghost gate, most of the rest will be settled.

All beginnings are hard,?He has successfully passed the initial difficulties.

Zhang Wenfeng lay down for half an hour, how could he sleep?Distracted thoughts,?When it calms down, the slag rises again,?He simply turned over and got up, reached out and took the bottle on the ground,?Zhong Wenyong said that the repaired robes and the modified mahogany thorns were stored in the bottle.

When I thought of it, I poured it out and took a look.

perhaps,?What words did Zhong Wenyong leave for him in the bottle.

A roll of paper with handwriting poured out of the bottle, ?fell to the ground,?From being as small as an embroidery needle, it recovers and grows bigger,?The yellow awn wrapped on the paper scroll disappeared. This is the divine way of the mountain god, right?He is not surprised.

Pick up the scroll and unfold it, on it is written with spells:

"Words are like faces, today is a farewell,? The future can be expected. As the saying goes, 'Life and death are determined by fate', and I have lived for more than [-] years. I have experienced real death and fake death twice, and each time I saved the day. This is the first time. Three times, I have my own way to deal with it,? Don't worry, don't read, just wait for the good news..."

Two pages were filled with eloquence, and Zhang Wenfeng's brows stretched and a smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the third sheet again, Zhong Wenyong told him how to consecrate the repaired wedding gown and mahogany thorns. He quickly wrote it down, because the magic words on the paper he had read were slowly fading away, and the mountain god thought Be thoughtful and leave nothing to catch.

The fourth piece of paper recorded the follow-up precautions for dealing with black witches, and left an incense coin in the bottle.

The last time he went to the city, Dean Wu told him that all the witch cultivators who made trouble were killed and all their bodies were sent to the county town. Dean Wu and Fu Gujing made a special trip to the county town to identify the Dai Wuxiu. Straw hat man and towel masked woman are unmistakable.

Zhong Wenyong warned that it is not so easy for that group of black witches to die and be uprooted.

The imprint he planted on the man wearing the straw hat was transferred to other Wuxiu. The black witch has the means to turn people into buffaloes, so he has the means to make Li Daitao stiff and hide it from the sky, so that he can watch out for the dark witch who is lurking to attack, or There are other witch cultivators behind it, and so on.

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the blank paper, speechless for a while.

Will this other witch cultivator force be the remaining white witch?Or the Red Witch?

;? ?Zhong Wenyong must have guessed something, and told him all his difficulties.

That's all, the soldiers come to cover the water and the earth,?He is not a soft persimmon at the mercy of others, is he?Once the remnants of witchcraft are exposed, what can they do?

He has no evidence to remind Dean Wu, but he can remind Yun Qiuhe who is not confused about major matters.

He has to find another opportunity to grasp the measure.

No wonder Zhong Wenyong asked him to use the method taught a few days ago to remove the mark left by the black witch on the inside of his left wrist through the straw hat, because he didn't want him to face the dark witch's revenge alone.

Put down the four sheets of paper, then pick up the wooden bottle and pour it down, pouring out a light yellow robe restored to its original size, and a dark red mahogany sword that was refined to only four inches long. Produce an "incense fire money" engraved with complex runes.

As the yellow mist dissipated, the inside of the bottle was empty, which could be seen through at a glance.

Zhang Wenfeng picked up the "incense money" specially made by Zhong Wenyong, covered it with Yuan Qi to cover up his breath, took a silk thread through the hole of the copper coin, and tied the incense money under his right wrist, avoiding the wrist blade scabbard.

If a black witch approaches him at a distance of [-] feet, the incense copper coin will vibrate as a warning, and it will become invalid after three times.

For white witches and red witches, no hints will be given.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and scolded "Old Fox", even if the God of the Mountain went to the Underworld to reincarnate and start a new life, he still had a love for Bai Wu.

Then he picked up the dark yellow robe and the small mahogany sword, and walked out of the quiet room with the bottle in his mouth.

Returning to the brightly lit West Hall, spread out the light yellow robe on the desk, bit the middle finger of his right hand to force out blood, briefly drew a figure of gossip on the back of the robe, and used the "Cleansing Wushou Jue" to cleanse the robe. Sacrifice it carefully and make a mark.

This robe, which is said to have a good protective effect, established a vague connection with him.

It is also called "wedding dress" to despise bad luck.

Zhang Wenfeng caressed the robe whose leather could no longer be seen. The God of the Mountain once asked him for some streamer crystal sand, spiritual stone and clumsy jade to repair the robe and peach wood sword. ".

The beautiful meaning of "wash away the mortal world and wish to become a fairy".

The magic robe can't be worn yet, and he will put the robe in the main hall later and enshrine it in the grid under the incense cabinet.

Use incense to edify for some time, and then wear it without worrying about the future.

Picking up the crystal clear and translucent small peach wood sword, I don't know what method Zhong Wenyong used to refine the two-foot-long wooden implement until there is only this little bit left, and the fine and exquisite wood grain can be vaguely seen. The hilt is one piece, light, delicate and sharp.

After appreciating it for a moment, he cut his left middle finger with the tip of the mahogany sword, forcing blood to smear the entire mahogany sword.

It took another half an hour to practice repeatedly several times, leaving a mark on the sword body.

Pick up the Shoumin bottle and wash it several times with Yuan Qi inside and out, and put the refined mahogany sword into the bottle.

The small mahogany sword hangs straight in the middle of the five-inch-high bottle, with the thin blade pointing downwards, slightly ups and downs.

The biggest function of the shoumin bottle is actually to "raise the soul and sword", and raising ghosts is just incidental.

On the fourth piece of paper, Zhong Wenyong left a message to specifically inform this matter, and taught him the correct way to use the Shoumin bottle to nourish the soul, raise the sword, and practice kung fu. , will not take secrets lightly.

The God of the Mountain took a lot of thought and cultivation to refine this 800-year-old magic weapon from the peach wood elf body into this small wooden flying sword.

Together with the Shoumin bottle, it is the most important gift given to him by the mountain god.

Due to the limited material and strength, this peach wood flying sword is only a semi-finished product, and it needs to be stored in a Shoumin bottle. Every time it is used, it needs to be warmed for several days.

Zhang Wenfeng put the bottle into a black cloth bag, tied it around his waist, and pressed it down with his hands, feeling at ease suddenly.

The yin and yang are separated, I wish you well, and the blessings of the immeasurable gods!

Chapter 165 You can only watch, not play

Holding the folded light yellow dust-washing robe with one hand, Zhang Wenfeng opened the door of the West Palace and walked out.

It was sunny outside, and it was past noon, so he walked along the corridor to the main hall, put the robe into the grid under the incense case, and pressed a note with writing on it.

Bongxiang quietly recites scriptures and makes up for leftover homework.

When he walked out of the hall, his face returned to his usual calm demeanor.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, when he heard a voice, he walked to the east under the shade of the forest, where the old cripple was using his spare time at noon to teach Wei Jingjie how to prick a gun.

Seeing the appearance of the temple master, the young man hurriedly put away the two-foot-long white wax rod iron-tipped gun in his hand, and bowed respectfully with the gun in his arms.

"It's Brother Feng, hehe, I think Xiaojie has long hands and soft waist, suitable for spear practice, so I will teach him more, don't worry, he will not delay his practice of swordsmanship, Xiaojie is very diligent."

The old cripple was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands and hurriedly explained a few words.

Zhang Wenfeng signaled the young man to continue practicing with the spear, and said with a smile, "It's a good thing to know one more skill, thank you for your hard work."

He knew that Uncle Lame had always wanted to find someone to pass on the mantle, so that he could learn what he had learned all his life,?Especially the teaching of marksmanship and experience, the master used to object,?A few of them have only scratched the surface, right?Haven't practiced marksmanship for a long time.

It's rare that Wei Jingjie has a bad temper, right?And when the conditions were right, Uncle Lame became concerned.

Want to teach a monk who is proficient in Zhongping gun?Satisfy an unfulfilled desire in the heart.

He will not intervene indiscriminately, he will cultivate himself, and let the young man make his own choice in the future.

Lay the foundation stage,?It doesn't affect anything.

The old cripple laughed loudly: "It's not hard work, it's not hard work, hey, Brother Feng is still open-minded, and he has no prejudice against the tricks in the world... Oh yes, Brother Feng hasn't eaten yet, then hurry up Go to the dining hall, the food is hot in the pot."

Under the joy,?Almost couldn't hold back a few words to hurt the former old temple master,?That old man?He was very arrogant.

Thinking about being the master who told Feng Geer that he passed away?inappropriate,?Quickly changed the subject.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and left with fists in his arms. He didn't go far after turning the corner, when the donkey came wading across the shallow water of the creek.

Far away,?The donkey began to complain: "Monastery, you have to make the decision for me. The second senior brother and the fourth senior sister teamed up to bully the donkey. I didn't chew for two meals. I was so hungry that my chest stuck to my back, and my legs were so hungry. gone."

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the black donkey who he said was hungry and skinny,?He smiled and asked, "Are they looking for you to find out why I went there last night? You are tight-lipped, and you are determined not to betray the whereabouts of the temple master?"

He could guess what was going on.

The donkey has a round belly, so he couldn't believe that he couldn't find grass to eat.