Taoist chanting

It was getting dark, and it was impatient to go over the mountains and ridges.

Zhang Wenfeng and Mo Ye stepped on the air as if they were walking on the ground, step by step through the air, and within a quarter of an hour, they "walked" over the mountain pass forty miles away.

The donkey had arrived a long time ago, and it fell down the steep rock wall of Yijian Gorge to the lower part, yelling, "It's amazing! What kind of cultivation do you have to be able to make such a sword? The mountain is pierced through, at least Is it seven or eight hundred feet high?"

The braying of the donkey echoes back and forth in the narrow canyon, which is Zhangxu wide, forming echoes one after another.

"It was created by the Great Sword of Transcendence, which split the mountain in two with one sword,"

Zhang Wenfeng also fell to the bottom of the canyon, looking up at a ray of sky, the real ray of sky is very depressing, making people feel very small.

The mountain wind blows, forming a strong turbulent wind in the midair of the canyon, making whistling and shrilling sounds.

"Tomorrow, I will go down to the canyon to experience it during the day. There are several places on the other side of the mountain to see. Let's rest tonight."

Zhang Wenfeng soared straight up, rushed through the Shuofeng area, flew up to the pass to check for a while, and fell on a rock more than ten feet large on the side, and the cliff was sunken, forming a natural shelter from the wind and rain. Wind Rock".

Waving his sleeves to sweep away the dust and debris left by the monks resting in front, Zhang Wenfeng took out two pieces of animal skins from the storage space and spread them on the ground, then put a thick straw futon on each, and stretched out his hand to invite Mo Ye to sit down.

He sat down on another futon two feet away, with an empty gourd hanging around his donkey's neck, and went down the mountain to find water and graze.

"Mo Ye, how are your flowers doing?"

"After changing the place, flower seedlings appeared the day before yesterday."

Mo Ye's figure merged into the shadow of the stone wall, making it difficult to see clearly.

There is a full moon rising in the east, and its brilliance is like clear water.

"It's been a long time since you've been out, will it delay you from taking care of the flowers and plants?"

"No, I can go back and take a look at any time."

"That's fine."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't ask any more questions. He took out the dry food, steamed the dried meat, and ate it slowly to fill his stomach. Two gourds hung on the donkey's neck, swaying with the sound of water, and flew up from the mountain.

The mountain wind was violent, one after another, and the other fell into silence.

Zhang Wenfeng meditated until midnight, when he was awakened by the faint sound of fighting mixed with the sound of the wind.

Opening his eyes, the sound of fighting was suddenly far away.

Listening intently, he seemed to hear a subtle and shrill howl of "let me out".

Didn't the classics say that this place has been super-cleaned by asking a master to do it, so why is there still a lingering ghost?

As a ghost messenger, he has a special sensitivity to ghosts. He is sure that he heard correctly. Looking at the direction of the moon's shift, it is the middle of the night, and it is also a good time for ghosts to haunt.

Looking at the place where Mo Ye was meditating, it was empty, and he didn't know when he would leave.

Then he found that the donkey was gone, and Zhang Wenfeng was a little taken aback. Did Mo Ye resort to tricks or did the donkey go somewhere else by itself?Based on his understanding of Mo Ye, he should disdain to play these silly tricks.

Calm down, Zhang Wenfeng made a mudra with his hands and listened for a while. He suddenly uttered a voice, using a method similar to sound transmission, to compress the sound wave and transmit it to the mouth of the canyon: "Who are you? Where are you?"

There are many uses of sound transmission into secrets. After he advanced to the gradually diminishing realm, he gained some new understanding of elementary spells.

The wind roared like rolling waves.

"I'm...at the bottom of the mountain, please...let me out!"

The voice of the unknown male and female came out intermittently, revealing a bit of joy and anxiety.

Zhang Wenfeng was silent for a while, listening to the voice repeating erratically over and over again, he asked again: "Who are you?"

"...Who am I? I don't remember...Who am I?"

The ghostly voice repeated itself gradually, and was blown away by a gust of wind.

On the mountain peak, there is only the sound of the wind crying.

Chapter 282 Shaped as a pill, meaning sword

After listening for a while, Zhang Wenfeng got up and walked to the side of Tingfeng Rock, looking at the bottomless canyon. At night, the wind was strong on the top of the mountain, and the Taoist robe on his body made a sound.

The moonlight shone slowly on the stone wall, and he looked up at the moon,?Look at the bottom of the valley below.

Could it be that the ghost sound he heard had something to do with the moon being in the sky and shining into the bottom of Yijian Gorge?

He didn't notice any signs of ghosts or ghosts, and besides, this place is not too far from the state city. Under the eyes of the Daolu branch of the state city, there are not a few monks who travel to Yijian Gorge and Shangui Peak to try their luck, right?Are there really strange ghosts and evil spirits showing their heads to make trouble?I don't know how many times it has been wiped out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a flash of light in the distance.

He turned and looked to the left,?Only then did he hear the sound of "cracking" from the dark hillside. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, it was the sound of the donkey performing the thunder-falling technique, even if it was subtle, the sound was too familiar.

Hearing rustling noises behind him, he turned around and saw Mo Ye coming out of the darkness of the resting place.

He guessed that Mo Ye went back to White Fox Castle to take care of the flowers and plants, turned around, and said with a smile: "Mo Ye, I just heard the faint sound of fighting and the ghost voice of 'let me out' under the canyon. The voice exchanged a few words, it didn't seem to remember who it was, and then the voice disappeared."

Mo Ye walked to the edge of the neatly chopped boulder, half of her bare feet were exposed, and the mountain wind couldn't move half of her black dress,?Looking at the hillside on the left, he answered an unexpected question: "That donkey is lucky, right? It found a useful treasure."

She didn't explain it clearly, but the donkey got a little bit of luck from the Taoist priest.

She followed Taoist priests everywhere,?Why didn't I have this idea.

Her own luck is against the sky, right?But "staining light" does not conflict.

Stones from other mountains may be able to attack jade!

Zhang Wenfeng immediately knew that Mo Ye didn't want to talk to him about the ghost sounds under the canyon, so he didn't ask any more questions. Mo Ye must have seen something. The timing of his avoidance was too coincidental, and he missed the ghost sounds perfectly. There is a lot to speculate here place.

"Oh, then I have to go and see, what kind of treasure is it?"

He was very curious, how would a donkey use the treasures if it had no form, no hands and no feet?

It is definitely a rare item to be called "treasure" by Mo Ye.

Walking to the distant hillside out of thin air, he is now imitating Mo Ye's habit, even if he is flying in the air, he still walks with his feet.

It feels pretty good, and he is thinking about whether he can use the set of "Nine Palace Steps" he calculated to move from the ground to the air and use this walking method.

Now there is a problem in front of him, the sky is not a plane, is it?With three-dimensional depth, the set of "Nine Palaces Steps" he used on the ground lost the advantage of advancing and retreating. He may have to spend more time to continue to calculate the "Nine Palaces Position" in "Nine Palaces Flying Star Step", and strive to be able to calculate another set. Form a three-dimensional Jiugong footwork.

There is no rush on this matter, as long as the water flows, he will calculate the value of a few pieces of paper when he has spare time.

The calculation of the Nine Palaces is really difficult, and it becomes more and more complicated as it goes further, involving factors such as the heavenly stems and earthly branches.

It was five or six miles away, and arrived in a short while.

"Lu Zijin, what treasure did you find quietly?"

Zhang Wenfeng said hello, and went down to the rugged rocks. He saw a scorched hare lying beside the bush hole near the donkey. He smelled the smell of meat, and the poor rabbit was cooked.

Today is different from the past, the donkey's lightning strike now, even if it is only used a little, is not something an ordinary hare can bear.

The donkey dug out a muddy stone from the rabbit hole, sniffed it with its nose, stepped on the stone and fiddled with it, grinning and said: "I stayed on the top of the canyon and listened to the wind. I was bored, so I ran out." Turn around, I haven't found any treasures yet, just now this cheap rabbit jumped out to scare me, and I subconsciously slashed it with a thunder, um, I'm disturbing the temple master, you are practicing."

Step on the stone skin on the surface of the stone, revealing a stone-gray ball, about two inches in size.

The donkey used its nose to sniff again, then took a few steps back suddenly, with lightning flashing on its body, stamped its hooves and cried out in pain:

"My nose... Be careful, the lord, is there anything weird about this stone?"

Zhang Wenfeng felt a ray of extremely fine sword energy shoot out from the surface of the stone ball, piercing the nostril of the donkey who likes to sniff anything, and a trace of blood oozed from the fluff on the nose.

Even though the donkey has tempered his whole body eighteen times with the lightning washing technique, he still has weak spots on his body, and the inside of his nostrils counts as one.

But he also reacted extremely quickly, defeating the sneak attacking sword energy.

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the stone ball, which was like a dead object without any breath fluctuations. His heart was turbulent. Mo Ye could say that it was a treasure. Could it be the "Sword Pill" that was recorded in many ancient books?

He could see clearly that sword energy just now, it was indeed emitted from the surface of the stone ball.

His hand was covered with the blue light of Yuan Qi, and he slowly reached out to pick up the stone ball, but he was not suddenly attacked by the stone ball.

"Uh...strange, why doesn't it stab you? Look at me as a bully, right?"

The donkey's body was covered with silver lightning, the large and small thunder patterns overlapped and intertwined like armor, as if facing an enemy, the small wound on its nose had healed, and it came closer to watch.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the exaggerated image of the donkey. Under the moonlight in the dark night, it is estimated that it can be seen dozens of miles away. If there are monks, they would think that a rare treasure was born here, which is too dazzling. Bar."

The donkey refused to dissipate the Lightning Entangling Technique, it sneered at the silver thunder light and hid the Lightning Entangling Technique under its skin, saying: "'Be careful sailing for ten thousand years', be careful. Lord, do you recognize this stone? "

Zhang Wenfeng gently held the stone ball with three fingers, walked up into the air, and headed towards Tingfengyan, but Mo Ye didn't follow.

"How did you find this stone? Tell me first."

"Didn't I come out to search for spirit grass? I was taken aback by the hare. After killing the rabbit, I came closer and suddenly smelled a different spirit. My nose is very sharp. I thought that there might be some treasure that was picked up by the rabbit and pulled into the rabbit hole." Inside, such a stone was dug out, and there was a hint of sharp golden aura on it, which could not be noticed without careful attention."

The donkey flew beside him and asked again, "Is it a valuable treasure?"

Zhang Wenfeng landed on the rock, spread out the stone ball in his palm to show Mo Ye, and asked, "Mo Ye, is this a 'Sword Pill'?"

He doesn't have the sensitive nose of a donkey, and he can't smell the sharp golden breath. This stone ball is too inconspicuous.

Mo Ye nodded: "The shape is a pill, which means a sword. It can be sharp enough to cut a magic weapon like mud, and soft enough to wrap around a ring to make it invisible. This is a masterless sword pill. , now that it lacks spiritual energy, it is a good treasure. If a donkey wants to be sacrificed and used, it will take a lot of time to warm it up for a long time."

The donkey grinned so happily that he couldn't see his eyes, and shouted, "My Lord, you use a sword, so I'll use it for you!"

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "It's your chance, don't push it away. You just don't have a weapon in your hand. This sword pill can be used as an invisible flying sword. You put it away and slowly raise it for sacrifice. Don't show off in front of others. You must always Remember 'wealth is not exposed', unless your strength is so strong that you are not afraid of revealing."

The donkey was once bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope. He was a little afraid of this gray stone. Hearing that the master said that this "sword pill" can be used as a flying sword, he was very interested and carefully sniffed it. Sniff, asked in doubt: "How to sacrifice... this stone?"

"Swallow it into your stomach, and open up a 'spiritual beast space' in your stomach wall, and use your demon power to keep warm."

Mo Ye gave some pointers, and admired the mountain scenery under the moon with his hands behind his back.

Far and near, there were beasts screaming and roaring, coming from the forest on the hillside, mixed with the sound of the wind, it seemed a bit eerie and scary.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and took out the gourd from the receiving space, rinsed the "Sword Pill" stained with sand and stone powder, handed it to the astonished donkey, blinked and said, "Swallow it, this is a good thing!"

It's true that the donkey likes to eat, but it doesn't think its appetite is so good that it can even eat stones.

The sword energy of this thing is so powerful, if it is making a fuss in its stomach, it won't even have the strength to cry.

It will not open up a "spiritual beast space" that has never been heard of.

Seeing the master blinking his eyes to hint at it, it had no choice but to bite the bullet, opened its mouth, swallowed the stone that the master had stuffed in, and swallowed dryly.

Secretly, fortunately, this stone is not big.

Zhang Wenfeng poured a gourd of water into the donkey, saw the donkey's confused face, and asked in a low voice, "How?"

"That stone feels like it's in my stomach, but I can't find where it fell when I look inside?"

Seeing the smiling expression on the face of the spectator, the donkey suddenly realized that it was the woman with the hairpin who was enjoying the scenery nearby who helped it open up the "spiritual beast space" in its body without anyone knowing it.

"You got a good baby, go to the resting place to practice warmth and nourishment, and strive to be able to use this 'Sword Pill' as soon as possible."

Zhang Wenfeng interrupted the donkey's idea of ​​thanking Mo Ye.

Having been together for such a long time, he already knows that Mo Ye has some things that can't be said, just understand it in his heart, don't ask questions, like the last time he went to Qingshui Temple, Mo Ye hurriedly sent a voice transmission to hide in his shadow, it must be done What's the big deal?

The donkey had a good start tonight and got a rare treasure. He must search for it in the Qianluo Mountains tomorrow.

Who would dislike a lot of treasures?

As for the anomalies under Yijian Gorge, he wasn't worried at all.

With Mo Ye, a master who came out of the underworld, following him, Mo Ye didn't need to do anything or say anything, it was enough for him to sit back and relax.

What else is he worried about!

Chapter 283 Treasure Hunting in the Mountains and Hearing the Noise

The morning breeze on the top of the mountain is cool, and the mist is lingering here and there, floating in the mountains and forests.

Mo Ye stood barefoot on the edge of the rocky canyon, his hair was like a waterfall, and his figure was floating like a fairy. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains, the chirping of birds gradually died down as the sky brightened.

The donkey who got up early ran diligently on the slopes of the mountains in the distance, searching up and down,?Sniff here and dig there.

Zhang Wenfeng meticulously burned incense and chanted scriptures, finished his morning class, and simply ate his dry food for breakfast. He stood up and straightened his crumpled Taoist robe and hair bun. object space.

Walking five feet away from Mo Ye, they looked side by side at the changing mist in the mountains in the distance.

The sun rises slowly from the sea of ​​clouds in the east,?The morning sun was so red that it was not dazzling, coating the two of them with a bright and warm color,?The leaves and grass tips in the mountains reflect the sun heavily with dew,?A little bit of crystal light reflects brilliant colors, and the scenery is unique.

Neither of them spoke, immersed in their own feelings, enjoying the rare fresh morning breeze.

After a long time, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly regained his senses from the tranquility of nature. This feeling made him intoxicated and relaxed, and the remaining wounds in his internal organs caused by the sword confrontation with He Guangjun healed completely without realizing it.

Seeing a donkey grinning at him in the distance, he stepped forward step by step, stepping into the air and walking forward step by step.

He didn't greet the woman with the hairpin beside him, for fear of disturbing her purity.