Taoist chanting

This time, if he waited to follow the light, he made great contributions to the sect, and he also reaped great benefits.

Helping and supporting is just a small gesture of human kindness, and it is not a big deal.

Zhang Wenfeng appreciated it very much, and saluted with fists in his hands: "Thank you for your righteousness. Those achievements were made by the three of us and one donkey in our team, not the work of one subordinate!"

Not only Cen Sanlin and Yun Qiuhe, he even pulled the donkey on purpose.

It's good, it's better to be alone than to be happy.

"Haha, you are too cautious."

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Chapter 243 Successfully Captured Guizai Ridge

After drinking a gourd of clear water, he took out a bundle of special soul-inducing incense from the basket and spread it out. Hearing the sound of chanting scriptures and shouts of killing in the distance, Zhang Wenfeng lit the incense and chanted the scriptures again to perform the ceremony of salvation.

I heard from Gao Yi earlier that there are only two of the six fellows who set up forums like him before.

The other four include companions, ? ?All of them were killed by the fierce ghost energy of the ghosts, and many ghosts were killed by those who were rescued. Apart from lamenting the bad luck of their comrades, fate dictated it, and they were more self-aware.

Zhang Wenfeng is tireless, chanting scriptures non-stop,? ?Attract scattered wandering souls and ghosts with the scented mist and the sound of scriptures,? ?Gradually, a spectacle of ghostly black mist circling the sky for hundreds of feet was formed.

He only has four chances to open the ghost door, and he won't use them easily.

Then rely on the power of thought to bless and transcend,? ?Take it easy, slowly increase your awareness of the power of thought, and deepen your skills.

Every practice of transcendence is a rare practice for him, and he goes all out.

Since learning that the last ghost in Guizai Ridge had been wiped out, the three Freedom Realm masters adjusted their tactics, dispersed the team of Fading Monks to encircle and ferociously advance towards the main peak of Guizai Ridge, and the battle went very smoothly.

A few days ago, the scattered formations arranged by the monks of various teams in the wilderness wasteland and the outer circle of Guizai Ridge played a big role at this time, making the fleeing ghosts confined in this area layer by layer,? ?Furthermore, it was daytime again, and it was impossible to escape beyond the wilderness.

Lost the restraint of the ghost leader,? ?Many second-order ghosts are in a mess, right? ?Each fights.

Countless low-level ghosts were dispelled,? ?It is not safe to be killed, and it is not safe to escape underground. The monks have means to force him to come out.

The second-level earth ghost of the battle of trapped beasts led groups of low-level ghosts, fleeing in a hurry, and occasionally escaped from the ground to attack the lonely monk team.

Attracted by the sound of chanting sutras, two groups of scattered ghosts discovered the transcendent cultivator on the top of the hill. Led by four second-order ghosts, they howled and pounced on the three people and one donkey.

Cen Sanlin stood on the top of the hill for several hours, listening to the battles everywhere, his hands were itchy.

At this moment, when he saw a large group of meritorious servicemen approaching him, his eyeballs gleamed, and his hand that drew his sword trembled with excitement. It was not easy, and he finally got some soup to drink.

Zhang Wenfeng pinched his left hand a few times, and the erected copper coins shone brightly one by one.

The four-headed ghost who broke into the nine-turn chain "King Kong Wall" and "Locking Ghost Formation" immediately felt that something was wrong.

Huge illusory mahogany wands suddenly appeared in the sky,? ?There were many stick shadows swaying, striking down from all directions, and the vigor and fire filled everywhere, separating them unconsciously.

It was just a flurry of sticks, and the ghosts ran away with their heads in their hands.

In 800 years, the spirit peach wood beat ghosts, and the pain pierced the soul and body.

Zhang Wenfeng continued to chant scriptures non-stop. He absorbed the ghosts expelled from the formation into the air, accepted the baptism of incense mist scriptures, reduced the impact on the formation, separated and besieged the ghosts that fell to the ground, and continued to fight ghosts After chasing and beating them with sticks, they couldn't get out of trouble for a while, and waved their hands to signal Cen Sanlin and Yun Qiuhe who were eager to try.

The two rushed into the formation with their swords in hand, joined forces to encircle and beat them, and the killing was so addictive.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, four second-order soul stones were freshly obtained.

After packing up a batch, the two of them stood still in a fixed position and looked forward to it, hoping that some unscrupulous local ghosts would attack them soon, so Cen Sanlin just yelled "the scenery here is beautiful" to attract business.

"Old Cen, restrain yourself, you will scare the ghosts passing by."

Yun Qiuhe sounded a reminder.

Cen Sanlin quickly closed his mouth that was cracked from laughter, and said via voice transmission: "Is this okay?"

"You have too much evil spirit, sit down and recite the Heart Sutra to dispel your anger."

"..."

Before dusk, the ghost cub Linghe

The famous crack ghost cave was captured by the monks, and all the second-order ghosts were almost killed, and the ghost cave was suppressed with the ghost killing circle.

Even if there are individual fish that slip through the net, they can't escape the monks teaming up to clean up.

Zhang Wenfeng chanted sutras until almost midnight, and he didn't stop walking until there were no dim lights floating in the sky. He put the remaining incense into the full incense burner, and sat down.

Finally, the merits and virtues were complete, and the mission was successfully completed.

Another phantom of an ancient book appeared in the sea of ​​inner vision, with blurred writing hidden on it.

He felt strange, is this opening a new volume of scriptures?

He has accumulated a lot of merit this time, but there are only some phantoms of the scriptures. It seems that he can only do it slowly, and there is no rush.

Yun Qiuhe dug out another gourd of clear water from the donkey's carrying basket, and handed it to the quite tired Guanzhu Zhang, then found dry food, roast chicken, and a jar of wine, heated it up, put the food aside, and said, "Fill your stomach." , you have been busy all day from morning till night."

Cen Sanlin lit a torch again, stuck it on the rocky ground outside the formation, walked over and slapped open the wine jar, dug out three thick bowls and filled them up, laughed and said: "We have won a complete victory in this battle. Lao Song and the others said, let's stay here overnight, and we can go back tomorrow one after another."

Zhang Wenfeng drank some water, raised the wine bowl, touched the two bowls, took a sip, and asked, "How about the casualties on our side?"

"I heard that more than 20 fellow daoists were killed or injured. In a war, there will inevitably be a price for damage."

Cen Sanlin went down and drank half of the bowl in one gulp. When he turned around and saw the donkey sneaking around, he snatched away the whole jar of wine placed behind him. The bastard drank half of the jar in one gulp, and hurriedly shouted: "Hey, save some for us."

He already knew that Zhang Guanzhu's donkey was a big alcoholic, drinking almost every meal.

Yun Qiuhe said: "I've had enough of this bowl."

She disliked the saliva in the jar of wine that the donkey drank from, so how could she drink it down.

Zhang Wenfeng rinsed his hands with clean water, pulled a chicken leg, and said with a smile, "I've had enough wine too, Brother Cen, let's eat something to fill my stomach."

Cen Sanlin snatched the wine jar from the mouth of the donkey, filled his own bowl, and signaled to pour wine for Zhang Guanzhu, seeing Zhang Guanzhu covering the mouth of the bowl and refusing to let it go, he chuckled: "I'll have wine first, and I'll eat something later."

Yun Qiuhe unceremoniously took the chicken leg from Zhang Guanzhu's hand, and began to bite into it.

Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to pull another chicken leg, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Didn't the third-rank monster of the Yaozu come over to have a look?"

He concentrates on chanting scriptures most of the time and has no time to care about others.

"Come here, I guess they want to see our jokes. I didn't expect us to take down the whole Guizai Ridge in one day. They can only stare. From now on, Guizai Ridge belongs to our Da'an Dynasty territory. The huge wilderness wasteland can Development and utilization, will no longer be threatened by little ghosts."

Cen Sanlin returned the remaining jar of wine to the donkey, and drank heartily from the bowl.

Although he did not rush to participate in this battle, according to his senior brother, he performed missions with Zhang Guanzhu, and he contributed a lot.

It's very cool to get the credit and get the benefits of the soul stone.

Three people and one donkey were eating, drinking and chatting, a group of people fell from the night sky, the leader was Gao Yi.

He hurriedly put down the wine bowl and food, stood up and saluted with fists.

Gao Yi waved his hand to signal that there is no need to be too polite, and said with a smile: "Zhang Daoyou, if there is nothing wrong with your Taoist temple, how about staying for a few more days and helping Guizailing's new base to defend for a few days?"

Zhang Wenfeng heard something else, it should be a good thing to distribute credit, and said: "This subordinate obeys orders!"

"Okay, it's settled like this, you can rest here for one night today, and you can move to the main peak of Guizai Ridge tomorrow."

Gao Yi led the people to continue to patrol, and there were fire lights and people's voices on many nearby hills. .

Chapter 244

Staying in the ghost mountain at night, the shady scene is like a cover like a dome, and there is a strong ghostly atmosphere.

Occasionally, ghost howls could be vaguely heard coming from the ground, dragging and shrieking wailing, weeping bitterly, disturbing the monks who were resting and meditating in various mountains, and from time to time, there would be night patrol monks flying by in the sky,?Hunt and kill the imps who dare to show themselves.

The top of the mountain is lit with lights, twinkling like stars.

Zhang Wenfeng meditated on the Dharma altar and adjusted his breath, recovering the spirit and cultivation that had been lost in the practice of chanting sutras for a day.

In the wild, protected by a magic circle, he still remained vigilant.

In a trance, he was awakened by inexplicable fluctuations in his mind, opened his eyes,?By the flickering light of torches,

Seeing a slanted black rock ten feet away on the opposite side,?A small dark flower with a large mouth quickly bloomed on the top, unfolding layer by layer, thick petals, smooth as black jade, blooming strangely in the dark night, with faint ghostly light flowing slowly on the edge of the petals.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Not smelling the scent of flowers, he subconsciously held his breath.

Immediately, I saw a huge barefoot shadow suddenly falling from the sky, bringing with it a breeze that was as light as nothing.

There was no one in the darkness, only phantom footsteps. I stepped on the sky and walked to the southeast. I arrived at another mountain with a torch still on in two or three steps. After a few steps, I disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng stood up in a jerk,?Creepy, ?This place is so weird, isn't it?Voice transmission greeted the three under the altar.

"Get up, there is a situation."

After yelling twice, I realized something was wrong, right?The two people who were meditating sat indifferently, even the donkey standing beside him was motionless, showing no sign of waking up, he floated to Yun Qiuhe's side, and stretched out his index finger to slowly explore.

There was still an inch away from the cheek, and he gently retracted his hand.

He noticed that Yun Qiuhe seemed to be in a deep meditation and breathing adjustment. If there was no breath, he would wake up in a while.

He went to the donkey again, and checked with his hand for a while. The donkey was alive and well, just like Yun Qiuhe.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled wryly in his heart, Guizailing is really not an easy place.

I don't know who has offended the big figures in the sky and the underworld. With a wave of hands and feet, an area of ​​dozens of miles is shrouded in some kind of mysterious restriction. On the left, right, front, and rear hills, I can see the lights flickering, and everyone fell into a deep sleep unconsciously. .

Since you have seen the supernatural powers of Nine Lives, Yin Soldiers, etc.,?He no longer uses the superficiality he learned from books to understand the world.

A superficial cultivator in the free state is not worthy of lifting the shoes of those old monsters who suddenly wake up after living for an unknown number of years.

Isn't it meager to look down on masters in the free environment?But the truth is, ?The two are not in the same realm.

The deadly silence was so dense and depressing that it made people flustered.

The occasional ghost screams lurking underground all disappeared, and there was absolute silence, even the gusts of wind stopped.

Zhang Wenfeng quietly touched the altar. He was going to meditate and pretend to be calm. He fooled around. That unknown barefoot master must have passed by. He shouldn't have woken up at this time. Where did his usual cleverness go?

Climbing up to the altar with hands and feet and sitting down, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned his head, and he saw a pair of bare feet.

Slender, vague, well-proportioned, subconsciously looking up, the fluttering black dress, the bumpy and tall scenery... Do not look at the evil, he hurriedly got up, in front of him was a delicate and fair face that was somewhat transparent, the eyebrows and eyes were hidden under the misty brilliance In the middle, I can't see the expression clearly, the black hair is draped over the shoulders, and there is a striking baby's fist big red flower on the left side of the top of the head, which is so bright and coquettish that I dare not pay attention to it.

Clasping his fists and lowering his gaze, he saluted and said, "I've seen you, senior!"

The woman with hairpin in front of her looked at her for a while, and said in a crisp voice: "You have the smell of the underworld." She played with the white flat ring of underworld energy in her hand, put it on her nose and sniffed it, and said, "You are the fifth The ghost of the temple."

All of her questions were affirmative.

Zhang Wenfeng put his hands down, he didn't know how the token on his index finger got into the other party's hand, and he was able to reveal his identity as the ghost messenger of the fifth temple in one breath, and he became more respectful to the mysterious woman in front of him, saying: "Yes, part-time .”

Use three simple words to explain that he is a living person, not a dead ghost from the underworld.

The girl with hairpins threw it away, returned the transparent Mingqi ring to Zhang Wenfeng's left index finger, moved her bare feet lightly, looked up and down at the quiet Taoist priest standing with her hands down, and said, "You can wake up at this time, and you can still see me, um , why..."

Zhang Wenfeng wondered, he would rather not wake up and see the woman appear.

Why did he wake up so sensitively?

Why is he asking for trouble?

The woman paused for a moment and said, "Can you take out the stone figurines in your bottle and show me."

It is still an affirmative language, and it seems that I am not used to using a questioning tone.

Zhang Wenfeng untied the black cloth bag, took out the vase, took out the mahogany flying sword with the slender hilt, and flipped it a few more times to get out the small stone figurine inside, and handed it to the other party.

No matter how powerful his supernatural powers are, he has no intention of using them at all.

He has a feeling that even if he invites Black and White Impermanence, it might not be enough for the mysterious hairpin woman in front of him to pinch with her own hand. It's purely an intuition, he'd better obey orders obediently, and don't provoke her.

The woman stretched out her white fingers that seemed to be covered with luster, pinched the thin rope of the stone figurine, lifted it up and looked at the "ghost charm" with the fretwork underneath.

After a moment of silence, he returned the stone figurines to Guanzhu Zhang, and said to himself: "All the Yin soldiers left by the way, Moling is empty." Looking up at the sky again, above the black curtain, there are circles of dark clouds slowly swirling in the sky, It looks like a one-eyed eye, overlooking the world looking for something.

Zhang Wenfeng put the items back in place, tied the black cloth bag, and was still guessing where "Moling" was?The woman suddenly said:

"Today is the...five ghosts day of the Geng Zi year."