Taoist chanting

Chapter 293 Awareness

Taught Zhang Wenfeng how to refine ghost energy, Mo Ye walked out of the small world supported by the bronze lamp, cleaned up the battle marks on the top of the mountain, cleared the breath of Zhang Wenfeng, the donkey, and the mountain badger, and even the donkey's hair. Pick it up.

Being invited by Zhang Wenfeng, such an insignificant matter was done without any effort.

She spent several months with this human Taoist priest who felt good, what she saw and did? ?It made her have some subtle feelings that she didn't have before. Perhaps, she can leave without following for several years or decades.

It is really difficult for her, a spiritual cultivator who grew up in the darkness of the underworld, to achieve "sounding high-sounding". She has been in the world for more than 2000 years, and she has eliminated the hostility and murderous aura in her body as much as possible, but it is still not enough. The bottleneck of the majestic realm.

Start small, ? ?The insight of knowing the small and revealing the big is in line with her current state of mind in practice.

She still has to think about it a little bit more, and figure out some principles that are in line with her life.

She picked fertile black soil in the mountains and planted them. She planted flowers and plants in the small world when she had nothing to do. In the secret room hall of White Fox Castle, she had already grown the easiest Nether flowers to grow, and she could try to grow other varieties.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the time passes easily.

Xianling Temple works, recites, studies, and practices in an orderly manner.

The guest Qing, Tu Ling, who hasn't shown up for a long time, is a short man in a short khaki robe and has two mustaches. He often walks in the forest by the stream in front of the mountain. Tu Ling doesn't have much communication with the second senior brother and Yue Anyan, nodding at most. Respond to hello.

When I met the little fox demon who came to paint, I stood and said a few words.

When the little fox demon quietly inquired about Zhang Guanzhu's whereabouts, he responded with a smile: "It's in retreat."

The spiritual plants, spiritual grasses, and fruit trees on the Taoist site are taken care of by Hu Qiang'er, a little elf spirit, so no one else needs to worry too much.

Three small pieces of spiritual grassland in the field,? ?Plant cloud flocculus spirit grass, spirit lotus sweet grass and green silk thatch respectively,? ?Lush and strong,? ?The seeds of cloud flocculus spiritual grass matured earlier than the other two kinds. Hu Qiang'er specially asked the second master to harvest the finger-thick spiritual grass together, and put them in an oilcloth to dry in the open space in the backyard on the top of the mountain.

After two days, the seeds can be knocked out, and the remaining withered yellow spirit grass is chopped up to make the donkey's ration.

It's just that Mr. Donkey can't keep his head up when he's practicing these days, and he can stand in a daze for half an hour facing east.

Hu Qiang'er knows that the master is not in the Taoist temple these days, and there is a vague feeling between him and the master. He heard that the second master and Uncle Yue said that the master is retreating, and there is a hint of worry in the depths of his eyes. He is also a little worried. What is the difficulty?

Tingfeng Rock on the top of Yijian Gorge in Qianluo Mountains.

There are several people watching from the rock.

"Reporting to Uncle Bian, we found the broken array of the 'Earth Clay Soul Formation' left by Senior Brother Bian Zhengfeng. There are a lot of bloodstains on the stone wall of the canyon here, and there are traces of battle left on the nearby hills. We also found a small fragment of the 'Run Armor'."

A young man in a blue Taoist robe trimmed with black borders offered battle flags, fragments of talisman paper and other items with both hands.

A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, took a few things and said casually, "Thank you two." He carefully inspected the damaged items.

"Uncle Bian is polite."

Seeing Uncle Bian's complexion, the two Graduating Realm monks clasped their fists and responded briefly.

The sick man is Bian Wuguo, a free-spirited cultivator from Yanhua Pavilion, and Bian Zhengfeng, a young hero of the younger generation in the family, travels with his fellow apprentices? ?He didn't return for more than ten days, and the family couldn't send a contact message, guessing that something happened.

The Yanhua Pavilion is not far from the Qianluo Mountains. Some monks found traces of fierce fighting in the Tingfeng Rock of Yijian Gorge, and found a broken flag from the gravel. , and alarmed Bian Wuguo who was guarding the sect.

Bian Wuguo put away

A few objects flew slowly towards the mouth of the canyon, glanced at the dark black blood splatter formed by the shocking collision, and disappeared into the dark depths all the way down, asking: "Have you ever gone to the bottom of the canyon to look for it?"

"I went down for a trip, and found nothing except for the falling gravel."

"Well, I'll go and have a look."

Bian Wuguo followed the bloodstains to a hundred feet away from the bottom of the valley, and the last bloodstain also disappeared inexplicably.

Such a strange thing made him quite puzzled. What kind of tricks were the murderers playing?

I fell to the bottom of the valley and walked all the way. Except for gravel and thick moss, I didn't find any evidence. Even if there were wild animals eating the fallen corpses, there should be clothes and hair left... No, there are no wild animals here came.

It is so clean, there are no feces and footprints left by beasts at the bottom of the narrow valley.

Bian Wuguo suddenly felt hairy in his heart, he flew upwards without making a fuss, and stopped checking.

The other few people didn't ask any more questions, and then flew down to the damaged Tingfeng Rock.

"You guys ask, during the days of September [-]th and [-]th, which monks have been here. Well, they are good at using swords, and their cultivation is good. If you find any clues, report to me immediately."

"Yes!"

Several people clasped their fists at the same time.

Bian Wuguo waved his hand, and flew towards Zhoucheng by himself, and looked back after flying a few miles.

Under the bright sun, he still felt creepy.

Inside the Soul Suppressing Hall, Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on a futon, his face was pitch-black, and his body was filled with cold mist. He used his own wood energy to refine the ghost energy in his body with great difficulty, and pushed the wood energy bit by bit to refine the ghost energy like a millstone, transforming it into strands of essence. pure energy.

This is a hard work that cannot be rushed.

If you consume half of Yuan Qi every day, you have to stop and meditate to replenish it, otherwise there is a risk of ghost energy retaliation.

At other times, you can do homework, practice swords, practice spells, body skills, etc. as usual.

In addition to not being able to go out, it is also clean and comfortable.

There is enough dry food, fruit, and dried meat in his storage space for two months, and he can eat it for a longer time if he saves a little.

Mo Ye planted a field of flowers and plants outside, but he was often not here.

Fairy Temple, Qingzheng other courtyard.

Yun Qiuhe rested for two days, just in time for Yue Anyan to break through the customs at the end of the month, she was a little restless, the second senior brother was chanting scriptures and praying in the hall on the top of the mountain, and the apprentices were under the care of Wei Jingjie, Gu Chaowen, He He and three young men.

She caught the little fox demon who was painting in the Banshan Pavilion, and said in a low voice: "Tell the truth to my sister, where is Guanzhu Zhang? According to the little guys, Guanzhu Zhang hasn't shown up for some days."

The little fox demon said with a smile: "It's closed, I heard that I'm practicing a powerful swordsmanship."

"Who did you hear?"

"Sister Yue, Second Senior Brother said so."

"Is the donkey there?"

"Occasionally I saw him wandering by the stream, but most of the time he was practicing in the woods to the west."

Hearing what the little fox said, Yun Qiuhe felt relieved, it was just that Yue Anyan had rushed into such a big matter, Zhang Guanzhu was still in retreat, so she couldn't let go of it, she knew that Zhang Guanzhu cared about the two senior brothers and sisters very much.

On the afternoon of the second day, Yue Anyan came out from the small bamboo house in Wangxia Ridge, with a look of bitterness and helplessness on his face.

He almost succeeded in breaking through, but in the end he fell short because of his concern for the deceased parents and his concern.

She failed to break through.

(I have something to do today, the transition of this chapter is short and weak).

Chapter 294 Snooping

In the small world of bronze lamps, there is still a change of day and night as the sun rises and sets outside, but it is not very obvious.

After Zhang Wenfeng completed today's tempering, meditated and recovered his cultivation, he stood up and carved a mark on a wooden board. The blackness on his face and body subsided according to his thoughts, and he walked out of the empty and lifeless bronze hall, whispering to himself: "I don't know if Senior Sister broke How's the situation?"

"She left customs yesterday and failed to break through."

Mo Ye walked out from the shadows, his whole body seemed to have a bit of a ghostly air that did not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Failed……"

Zhang Wenfeng had expected it a long time ago, but he was still stunned for a while, and shook his head slightly, "I don't know if it's not a blessing, maybe it's a good thing..."

Mo Ye tilted his head and looked at the Taoist priest who was pacing and muttering to himself in front of him, and said, "You don't worry that she will be hit by this, and she will never recover from it and miss the way. Your attitude is very strange."

"Senior Sister has a tenacious temperament. The more she is honed, the more her fighting spirit will be stimulated. Passing this pass will be good for her future practice. Master Xuanmu said in "Anecdotes of Inheritance": The flaws in practice may be in the early stage of practice. It’s only a little bigger than the tip of the needle, it’s insignificant, if you muddle along, it will become an unshakable roadblock in the later stage of practice.”

Zhang Wenfeng smiled.

The classics that have been read before, after thinking about them at different stages of practice, have different gains.

Knowing the new by reviewing the old is a truth verified by the ancients.

Of course Mo Ye knew the simple principles of these practices, but she was a little surprised at the "clear principles" of Taoist priests at this stage.

Seeing the knowledge in books does not mean that you can understand it. If you understand it, you often don't know how to use it.

She chatted a bit, and said: "In practice, some people let the flaws in their minds go with the flow and let them go. Small flaws will become big bottlenecks, and then they will be eliminated in one go, and the goal of breaking the boundary will be achieved."

Zhang Wenfeng stood still, thinking with a smile and shaking his head: "Everyone has their own way, this way is too bold and risky, not suitable for my temperament of calmness and stability, and it is not suitable for Senior Sister."

It sounds very suitable for He Guangjun's single-minded swordsman.

For the time being, he wrote it down as a folk prescription.

"I think you are quite courageous. Whether it's meeting other third-order monks or meeting me for the first time, you have no fear in your bones under the respectful surface, and even have an equal... temperament."

Mo Ye smiled, she chose the word "temperament" to describe it.

In the past, when countless masters in the world saw her, they would all be in awe, admiration and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Who dares to call her name in person?

It was this Taoist who yelled "Mo Ye" smoothly and without knots.

It's a pity that she didn't give her real name, or the "giant eyes" in the sky would have known about it.

Zhang Wenfeng let out a dry laugh, beating people without slapping them in the face, how embarrassing it is to expose them face to face, and joked: "Mo Ye, if you don't use the 'mind-penetrating technique', we can have a good chat."

If you chat like this again, you will kill the sky.

Mo Ye said seriously: "I don't use spells such as mind-penetrating techniques. I don't like to spy on others. All I see at a glance are filthy desires, obsessions, and evil thoughts. Few of them can catch my eyes. It hurts the eyes to mess around in the lower world."

Zhang Wenfeng understood that Mo Ye's cultivation base was too high, and he could see through everything at a glance.

He didn't know that it was related to the supernatural powers that Mo Ye cultivated.

"Since you're in the lower realms, you've closed your senses to a certain extent, so you don't have to make mistakes yourself."

"No, self-isolation is better than going back to the underworld, or going to the upper realm. I can't easily see through cultivation bases above the fourth level. It's not so obvious at first glance."

Mo Ye replied casually, and brought the topic back: "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were a little strange. Luck is part of it, mainly the inner 'temperament'. It seems that you don't care about the authority of high-ranking people."

She couldn't find the right words to describe it.

Zhang Wenfeng said in surprise: "No way, Mo Ye, you must have made a mistake. I am a well-behaved and cautious person. From the beginning to the end, I am most in awe of the authority of the superior..."

Mo Ye just watched with a smile and didn't speak, allowing Zhang Guanzhu to perform exaggeratedly.

"Okay, okay, I'm telling the truth, don't look at me like that."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't withdraw, he couldn't bear Mo Ye's eyes that could see people's hearts, and said: "You know I am a soul from another world. In our world, that country, everyone is equal, there is no High and low, although it is impossible to do it in real life, but decades of habits, in this world, I may not even feel it, but it shows abnormality... It seems that I need to pay more attention to my words and deeds in the future."

Mo Ye thought for a few steps and said with a smile, "Tell me about your world."

"Can you tell me? It's not taboo, is it?"

"You can talk about it in this small world, but it's best not to mention it when you go out. The sky has ears."

"understood."

Zhang Wenfeng rarely took the opportunity to reminisce about "that world". He was always worried about attracting obsessions. He could only use chanting to suppress himself and not to think about it. Talk about wherever you think of.

It is also for him to listen to, to fulfill his wish, and to get rid of the hidden obstacles in his heart, so as not to become a roadblock on the road of practice in the future.

This lecture lasted for more than an hour, and Mo Ye just listened quietly.

The hairpin woman is not a qualified listener, and she doesn't know that listening to a story requires support. Fortunately, Guanzhu Zhang doesn't need any support at all. He just needs a chance to speak out, speak freely, and relieve himself.

Mo Ye smiled and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow, but let's stop here today."

She still wants to listen more, think more, it's not advisable to finish talking in one day, look up to the high place, and say: "There are quite a few guests here."

With a wave of his hand, a smooth water mirror formed by the condensation of black mist appeared in the air.

The mirror showed the scene in Yijian Canyon. Zhang Wenfeng saw two familiar figures, Xie Moling from Zhoucheng, Xie Hufa and Gao Yi from Weiyun Temple. The other four people did not know each other. They were surrounded by a thin old man in a black Taoist robe .

The old man seemed to have noticed the prying eyes, and turned his eyes to meet Zhang Wenfeng in the water mirror.

Zhang Wenfeng was taken aback, the old man gave him a very powerful feeling.

"The Taoist cultivator of the fourth-level Golden Core Realm is the guardian left over 500 years ago. He still has more than ten years left to live. He is almost at the point where the oil is exhausted. He has a magic weapon in his hand, which is not bad."

Mo Ye turned the water mirror casually, deflecting the angle to prevent the old man from finding his way with the magic weapon, and explained in his mouth.

After listening to Zhang Guanzhu's story, her attitude towards Zhang Guanzhu changed.

This is the first time Zhang Wenfeng heard that there was a Golden Core Realm "Guardian" in the Da'an Dynasty. He thought that all the monks who did not reach the fifth realm moved to the overseas "Duxian Island". He knew some strange things from the bronze fish pattern talisman Known top secret information.

"Mo Ye, haven't you cleaned up all the traces?"