Taoist chanting

Feng Chengyun returned the salute with a smile, and waved to the crowd at the fire.

Che Sheng quickly walked over with the young boatman who had finished his questioning. The old cripple fixedly looked at the dark and childish face of the young boatman. Under the light of the fire, he could see some of himself in his youth. The eyebrows and eyes have three points to follow her.

With just one glance, he was sure it was his own species!

Xia Yiniang, you are so cruel!

It was enough to chop a knife back then, and we were separated from father and son for 18 years.

"Uncle Lame, talk slowly. After so many years, any misunderstandings can be resolved. Let's go over there."

Zhang Wenfeng saw the father and son looking at each other, they were not in the way here, so he whispered a few words, then flew to the river a little far away with his second senior brother and Yue Anyan, waiting for the good news from Tu Ling, Feng Chengyun and the others Flying over, talking in a low voice.

The donkey was very curious, the fire of gossip was burning in its heart, it pretended not to see the gesture of the Lord, and stayed where it was, looking at the young boatman and the old cripple who was suppressing his excitement.

Is this ragged young man really the son of the old lame man?

Why can't it look alike?

Is it the kind of old cripple?

The old cripple is an old Jiang Hu, he calmed down, and chose to go straight, "When I was young, I had a nickname when I was in the Jiang Hu, called 'Ping Qiang Zhang', and my nickname was Zhang Yifang. Didn't Xia Shi Niang tell you?"

The young boatman's expression changed when he heard the words "Ping Qiang Zhang".

Those flying masters were as gentle as relatives to him, and he finally understood the reason. When he heard the name of "Xia Shi Niang", it brought back the grievance and loneliness he had suffered in years of wandering to survive, and as the anger in his heart broke out completely, he became hysterical. cried:

"Why did she tell me about you! Where were you when she took me east to hide xz? She took me a long way, where were you? When she was hacked to death, you Where? When we need you, where are you! You tell me... where are you!"

The eyes of the young boatman were red. This old man with a limping foot in front of him was the heroic father he had seen countless times in his dreams?

He yelled so bitterly, yelled so hard that tears flowed down his cheeks, and yelled so hard that he couldn't live without love.

When he was young, he dragged a wooden stick and begged everywhere for a living, and was driven away by mud thrown by children of the same age.

Chased and bitten by Gouzi, who looked down on people with low eyesight, escaped from the Huazi gang several times, and suffered insults and supercilious glances.

He is disliked by everyone like a weed on the side of the road, and anyone who is unhappy can step on him a few times. In his dreams, he misses his mother and father, and wants to have a small thatched house with shelter from the wind and rain and walls covered with yellow mud.

He has nothing but dreams.

The old cripple stayed on the spot, muttering: "She's dead, is she dead... I always thought she was alive and well, but she cut off my tendon and forced me to quit the Jianghu vendetta, and I never stepped out of Xiling County Half a step..."

The right hand supporting the iron rod could no longer support the weight of the body, and the old cripple sat down with blank eyes.

Distraught and heartbroken, the energy and spirit are drained from the bones.

The donkey, who watched the excitement and sighed, was startled, hurriedly put his head on the old lame, and slowly lowered it down. The temple master and the other three also ran away instead of being matched by them. They are not human beings.

The young boatman quickly wiped away his tears, and ran forward to support the frivolous old man, his face full of panic and helplessness.

It was hard to find my father, and I was so mad at him...he didn't live anymore.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was in the darkness in the distance, looked back, exchanged glances with the second senior brother and Yue Anyan, and it was all right.

The few people stopped paying attention to the things on the shore and looked down the river.

If the earth spirit's method can't catch the water demon, they must quickly send a message to Protector Xie for help, and split up to the countless piers upstream and downstream, prohibiting all dock boats from launching, and save as much as they can.

Time passed little by little.

The interrogation on the shore came to an end. The law enforcement guards and government officials took the surviving boatmen and boatmen to find their way to the north. When they arrived at a nearby town, they changed to horse-drawn carts and ox carts and drove to the city overnight. Only the young boatman and the old cripple were left behind. whispering something.

No one disturbed them, except the donkey who stood beside him.

"Lezi, Lezi..."

The two boatmen who were taken away were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. One of them turned around and screamed in a low voice.

The old cripple rushed to his son who had just recognized him and made a gesture of calm down.

The official matters were handled by Brother Feng, he stood up slowly, with disappointment and relief on his face, and said: "Lezi, let me go home and clean up your affairs in a few days. Pick an auspicious day, and I will take you back to Zhangjiazhuang to recognize your ancestors."

As the status of Xianling Temple has risen to prominence, he is no longer a country old man who subconsciously feels frightened when he sees the government.

He intends to renovate the Zhang family's ancestral hall and purchase some clan properties.

This time Brother Feng was able to show up in time to rescue Lezi and reunite their father and son. It was the virtue he had accumulated from burning incense over the years, and it was the blessing of his ancestors.

The donkey carried an old man and a young man who seemed to be of different generations, soared into the sky and flew towards the fairy temple.

After about half an hour, a short man with a catfish spirit more than two feet long came up in the air, and threw the dead water demon to the shore. There should be no fish that slipped through the net."

According to his temperament, he will not make great efforts to take the initiative to eliminate the demon.

Looking at Zhang Guan's main face, he simply made things more beautiful, and it didn't take much anyway.

Mountains and rivers don't separate families, he is an earth spirit, and it's easy to know how to clean up the little guys in the water.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and cupped his hands in thanks, watched the earth spirit disappear into the air, had a few polite words with Shi Huaian, chatted with Feng Chengyun, and told Chen Qingqiao to heal his wounds, and they all went back happily.

The two water monsters were naturally brought by Shi Huai'an to the state city to ask for credit. The monsters lingering in the big river are extremely difficult to kill, but the credit they get from killing them is more than that of monsters of the same level on land.

The three of them fell behind and flew towards the northwest.

Yue Anyan suddenly sent a voice transmission: "Mr. Tu said that he found a dilapidated water mansion under the water, and he specially used formations to restrict the door, saying that there were still remnants of the underground 'water vein', so he was used by two catfish to become a spirit. If I have time, I can explore it, the water veins are very useful for my cultivation."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It's a good thing, our Fairy Spirit Temple will expand its territory again and establish another Befu."

"Hehe, congratulations, Junior Sister, another chance!"

"Happy together!"

Chapter 351 Launching

The second senior brother took the old lame father and son to the county twice. Out of compassion, he took the initiative to take out 500 taels of pension silver and donate them to the families of all the boatmen and boatmen who died in the water when they capsized. Mobile version)

The goods lost by the merchants are purely self-inflicted, and Taoist temples have no habit of being taken advantage of.

The other two boatmen were taken out of the county government prison, and the two boatmen who were grateful were sent away.

The few acres of spiritual corn planted on the hillside of Xitanling in the Taoist temple are ripe, and everyone works together to break off the corn cobs, knock the corn stalks out to knock off the mud, and transport them to the top of the mountain to dry.

Lezi was quite puzzled, and asked in a low voice: "Father, Guanzhu and the second brother still need to work in the fields?"

Such a big fairy master rolled up his sleeves and broke corn sticks in the field, who would believe it?

If there is no money, the second brother took out a stack of bank notes when he was in the county government office, without blinking his eyes.

Up and down the mountain, there are huge industries, new courtyards with blue bricks, white walls and black tiles, a series of pavilions, even the steps and railings up the mountain are exquisitely carved, much more luxurious than the rich man's house he has seen on the pier up.

The old cripple laughed and said, "I don't know about the other family. Anyway, in our Taoist temple, everyone has to work. Your elder brother is a good hand at plowing, planting, fertilizing, tending, and harvesting. In the Taoist temple, the people in the fields have never stopped."

Lezi said "ohhh" a few times, no wonder Brother Guanzhu didn't have any airs.

The old cripple put down his work and asked, "Lezi, you really don't plan to go to the other courtyard to learn to read? It doesn't matter if you don't have the qualifications for cultivation. You can still learn skills. There is a little girl like a bamboo pole in the other courtyard who has no cultivation qualifications." , study hard and practice hard, I heard that there is great hope to break through."

Lezi shook his head, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I promised my mother to live a stable life, not to go into the rivers and lakes, not to fight and kill. In the past, there was no way to fight on the boat, just to survive."

Thinking of his mother, who was wounded in several places like a gourd of blood, grabbed the frightened young man before dying, and warned him intermittently, telling him not to seek revenge, not to rush into the rivers and lakes, and to die with his eyes open before he could tell his father's whereabouts. In his arms, he could not die with peace in his eyes. The sadness and despair at that time was unforgettable to his heart.

"Good boy, I'm sorry for you. Well, let's not study, and live a peaceful life by farming."

The old cripple hurriedly changed the topic: "I have made an appointment with the patriarch. I will go back to Zhangjiazhuang to open the gate of the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors tomorrow. I will go to Baiyun County the day after tomorrow and ask a Taoist priest to do a ritual to bring back your mother's bones and have a grand burial. Where will we go in the future? Don’t go there, just live in the Taoist temple.”

"Well, bring your mother back."

The young man, who was a head taller than the old man, finally let go, remained silent for a while, and then hesitated, as if there was something he was ashamed to say.

The old cripple was mature, looked into his boy's eyes, and asked with a smile: "In the past, there was a girl waiting for you on the pier? Don't be shy, tell Dad, what kind of girl is it? Your boy is so poor , anyone who doesn't dislike you is a good girl. Is she ugly? It doesn't matter if she is ugly, as long as her character is good..."

The young man couldn't bear it any longer, and protested, "She's not ugly!"

"It's better if it's not ugly. The male college should be married and the female college should be married. Dad will ask a matchmaker to propose a marriage for you. Let's settle the matter first."

"She...she can't talk."

"...dumb?"

"She's a nice person... I was about to die of starvation, and she gave me half a rough pancake."

"Let Dad think about it again."

"No, I'm going to marry her, I promised her."

"You kid..."

The old cripple frowned, most of the mutes were deaf, and they would grow up later in life. Seeing his son's stubborn expression, he sighed and said, "Okay, as long as you like it, if you're married, don't dislike him."

"I won't. Thank you, Dad."

The two father and son were talking, when Yun Qiuhe rushed into the dining room with a jug of wine in his hand.

"Congratulations to Uncle Lame on the reunion of his father and son. I came in a hurry today and didn't prepare a congratulatory gift. I'll make it up for you next time."

"Daoist Yun is very polite, he accepts it, so don't bother."

The old cripple took the wine jar and stretched all the creases on his face with a smile.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and he feels ten years younger these days.

Yun Qiuhe stood and said a few words, then went out and returned to the tea room, yelling: "Master Zhang Da, you have a good harvest of spiritual corn and spiritual rice here, don't invite me to eat spiritual rice, and send me a hundred catties of spiritual corn ? There is a saying called, don’t forget the well digger when you drink water!”

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I'll treat you to a bowl of Lingmi porridge tonight. We have so many mouths, and we'll run out of food in a few days if we open them. We need to save some time. Maybe next year we can treat you to some Lingmi rice."

He reached out and poured a cup of tea in front of Yun Qiuhe.

Yun Qiuhe was very surprised: "Do you treat everyone in the Taoist temple equally?"

"It's all the effort, of course it's the same. Besides, we don't have many people in the Taoist temple. It's not good for some people to eat and others not to eat."

"It's you, the master of the Taoist temple, who acts grandly, and change to other Taoist temples..."

Yun Qiuhe sniffed the fragrance of the tea, took another sip, and shouted, "Spiritual tea! It's so rich in spiritual energy, how many taels of this should I grab? Or I'll stay here."

Yue Anyan took a sip of tea leisurely, and said with a smile: "This year is just a taste test, it's useless if you play tricks."

The new annual tea tree is not suitable for picking tea leaves. The temple owner has a secret method to replenish the vitality of the spiritual tea tree. The tea tree grows tall. It is a big surprise to pick two crops of tea. Next spring, we can pick a few more crops to ensure their The three drink tea.

The last time the temple master went to Zhoucheng, he bought 30 inferior spiritual tea seeds from street stalls and made a "big deal". He planted them in autumn and cultivated more than [-] spiritual tea saplings.

Yue Anyan took out a cloth bag and handed it to Yun Qiuhe.

Yun Qiuhe took it and opened it to see that it was white as jade long-grain Lingmi, weighing almost five catties. She smiled until her teeth were exposed: "Enough fun! Enough sisters!"

The so-called extravagant asking price, pay back the money on the spot, and she won't feel embarrassed by the autumn wind of the fairy temple.

These local rich men are very good at raising money, and they are all very rich!

The spiritual rice she obtained by alms should be sent back to let her nephew in Huaqi Realm cook porridge to drink, slowly nourishing, and the long flow of water will increase her cultivation base. Her cultivation aptitude is not good enough, so she can only find ways to use resources to make up for it.

Who doesn't have a few poor relatives who need to be taken care of?

Compared with taking elixir, there is no erysipelas after eating lingmi lingguo and the like. At this stage, you can't buy these good things even if you have aura stones.

As always, Zhang Wenfeng was flying to Shuiqiu Beach in the Xihe River to practice in Shen Shizheng. After several months of slow boxing and sword practice, he punched and sword again with great speed and majestic momentum. He fought back and forth for more than thirty miles. an hour.

After sending Yun Qiuhe away, Yue Anyan also came to Yaoxi River.

She waited for the Guanzhu to finish her training. In winter, it gets dark early and twilight has already risen.

"Monastery Lord, would you like to take a walk down the river with me? I will cast water spells on you so that you can walk freely underwater."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, "Okay, I happened to see the water mansion of the former water god. But I have to tell you one thing in advance, if you don't find any good treasures in the water mansion, don't blame me."

The second senior brother joked with Yue Anyan in private, calling him a lucky boy.

It means that he can find treasures wherever he goes.

Yue Anyan smiled slightly: "Master, please pay attention to the color of your lips."

She wants to drag the temple master, the lucky boy, into the water because she wants to have a good harvest.

The silver-threaded knife mantis that she had raised for almost two years still failed to survive the test of transforming a demon, and died of old age in early winter a few days ago. She needs to gain something to dilute the loss in her heart.

The little thing who has been with her for two years has developed feelings.

The two flew to the surface of the river where the earth spirit found the water mansion. This is a bend, and the river is very fast. Near the shore, black reefs of different sizes can be seen protruding from the water, and there are also many reefs underwater.

The rapids beat against the rocks and the waves splashed.

According to Tu Ling's suggestion, after finding the "river pillar" that did not come out of the water, Yue Anyan stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the temple master and sank into the rapids of the river together.

A stream of white light rises from the body of the viewer, separating the viewer from the river, forming a breathable hollow.

Zhang Wenfeng looked around his body curiously, Senior Sister Yue was miraculous in Taoism, and the water restraint she cast merged with the water, and the water flow quickly calmed down wherever she passed.