Taoist chanting

Helping up Lezi, Zhang Wenfeng comforted his red-eyed cousin, "My condolences!"

The group escorted the coffin in a carriage to the east courtyard slowly. The coffin will stay in the old cripple's hall for a few days. When an auspicious day is selected, a tomb will be dug in Zhangjiazhuang, and then a Taoist priest will be invited to bury it with the wind and chanting.

Wei Xingde received the letter and ran from the short mountain to help.

The strange old man looked around at the pavilions, towers, pavilions and courtyards of the Fairy Spirit Temple, unable to see through his eyes. When he saw a boy with a wooden sword flying from the middle of the mountain, his ankles trembled a little, and then he looked again. Seeing a handsome little girl fluttering in white dress like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks, it's just that the little boy and the little girl are wearing straw sandals on their feet, I don't know what is so special?

He decided in his heart that this marriage with old man Zhang's family had to be concluded as soon as possible.

The three coachmen hired at a high price hurriedly lowered their heads, the old cripple with a loud voice really did not lie, this is a fairy nest, even such a small child can fly.

The donkey who fell behind gave up and flew up to chase the little elf.

The donkey is so angry, the donkey is not at home for a few days, the straw sandals worn by the little prodigal thief and the little fox are actually woven with spiritual straw, this is the ration for trampling on it!

Is it easy for Mr. Donkey to live frugally?

The group of guardian spirits walking ahead turned a deaf ear to the events in the sky.

The strange old man, the young man, and the coachman gasped, and the donkey who liked drinking flew up into the sky after following them!

The young man supported the unstable old man, he was very satisfied with this marriage, the girl is blessed.

After welcoming the coffin, burning incense and candles, the old cripple put on a warm face, and settled the remaining expenses for renting the carriage to the coachmen, and asked Wei Xingde to take the coachmen to the inn in the town to rest for a night before leaving. , it is not suitable to let them rest.

Introduces old man Yang, old man Yang's son Yang Banxia and young girl Yang Shuilan.

After sitting for a while, the three priests bid farewell and left.

The old cripple sent the three of them out of the door, walked another part of the way, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Feng, second child, you are knowledgeable and have a lot of ink in your belly. Help me make an idea. The marriage between Lezi and Shuilan girl is decided." How about in the first month? Just now, old man Yang whispered to me that his girl will not be taken back this time, but a marriage must be settled first, and we will not be in the same room for the time being."

It's not that he is anxious now, but that his in-laws are much more anxious than him.

He is old and smart, so he knows that asking old man Yang to come and see it is more effective than spending a lot of water on him.

The second senior brother smiled and said, "Do you have her horoscope? I'll do the math."

The old cripple hurriedly took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the horoscope on the paper, pretended to calculate for a while, and before the second brother could speak, he shook his head and said, "Uncle Lame, we can settle the marriage, but we have to wait at least one year for the marriage. Although my aunt passed away for many years, the necessary filial piety must be observed. Otherwise, there will be offenses, remember, remember!"

The old cripple had a serious face, of course he believed Brother Feng's words, took out three copper coins and handed them respectfully with both hands.

Fortunately, I asked, I didn't listen to old man Yang, no matter how urgent I was, I had to follow the rules.

The three of them watched the lame uncle leave, and continued to walk towards Qingzheng other courtyard.

The second senior brother asked suspiciously: "Monastery Master, I don't know which method of deduction and divination you use? If you have free time, we can exchange a word or two."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "The little girl is sixteen years old, but she looks like a 14-year-old body. She has had a hard time. In our Taoist temple, it will take about a year to make up for it. Her body will grow, and she will be better by then." Birth! They are not happy after waiting too long."

The second senior brother was dumbfounded when he heard this, how can he still count like this?

Yue Anyan, however, was in admiration. The viewer looked at issues from a different angle than others, and considered people.

That's fine.

Chapter 362 Living in the moment is like a broken bamboo

Heavy snow fell to the world one after another, and the sky and the earth were the same color.

In the bamboo building, the donkey holds a long brush in its mouth, skillfully dipping in ink and writing quickly.

It was in the same mood as the weather outside. It didn't expect Senior Sister Yue to settle the accounts clearly for it. It ran back and forth for eight days, and owed forty foreign debts in small script calligraphy.

It got carried away, thinking that it didn't need to write when it was on a business trip.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous, it can be said that it has learned a lot of wisdom, and it will not go out unless it pays good conditions next time.

Hu Qiang'er set up a stool to help the donkey grind ink, and there were several ink characters on the desk, and said: "Mr. Donkey, take a rest when you are tired. How about I pour you a bowl of wine to relieve your fatigue?"

The donkey was very satisfied with the little elf's sensibleness, so he put down the brush, and enjoyed Hu Qiang'er's serving of wine from the wine jar just like the old man. .

The viewer said that a man should be able to punctuate a boat in his belly.

In the Tuling Cave Mansion in the back mountain, Zhang Wenfeng and Tu Ling sat across the carved stone. Tu Kun put down three fragments of the golden body and a remnant of a golden gallbladder, and said, "This golden body of the water god from the previous dynasty was so-so, and the year is definitely not good. It’s been a long time, and most of the incense in it has been consumed, so you keep it for now, it’s barely a rare commodity to live in, and you can exchange some resources when you meet monks who need it in the future.”

Putting away the fragments, Zhang Wenfeng drank tea in silence.

The mountain badger was snuggled up at his feet, as warm as a stove, sleeping deeply, snoring softly.

Tu Kun had seen too many rare treasures more than 500 years ago, and was not very interested in the golden body fragments. He said, "You seem to have a moon-sensing bead on hand?"

Zhang Wenfeng took out the bead from his cuff, pushed it in front of Tu Ling, and said, "I also found it from the water prison where Yinshen lives. I feel that the moon bead is infected by ghost energy and has flaws."

Tu Kun picked up the famous round bead and sighed slightly: "That Yinshen is an ignorant bastard who ruined a good bead. Originally, he could incorporate the moon-sensing bead into the soul body. He used a simple and safe method and spent a little more time. Refining the Life Orb over time... Unfortunately, it is no longer usable."

Return the beads to the Lord.

"Can you ask an expert to fix it in the future?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked for advice.

Tu Kun just wanted to say no, he paused, and said with a smile: "Unless you can ask the ancestor of the hairpin flower to help, but her old man can make a spirit bead by grabbing any aura, so what's the point of feeling the moon bead?"

Zhang Wenfeng put away the beads and said indifferently, "It's good to use as water-proof beads."

Tu Kun admired the other party's attitude towards treasures. He could see that the viewer was not pretending to be generous, but just thinking that way. If you have less greed, your troubles will be far away, and he took the initiative to say: "Next time you go out, I will walk with you."

This cheap temple master is too much trouble, he has to watch a little bit, and he wants to follow the example of the hairpin ancestor and travel with the temple master. He promised that the hairpin ancestor will not go out in recent years, but he has advanced ahead of schedule At the third level, the formation of the mountain gate will be replenished again, and there will be no hindrance.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Okay, I will go to Zhoucheng in a few days, and the vendor at the Fangshi shop said he got a batch of new spiritual plant seeds, please let me go and pick them."

Tu Kun took a strange look at the temple owner who was keen on adding to his family property. He couldn't understand this human hobby, and said, "Before you leave, tell me that I'm just trying to replace two useful treasures."

In the last congratulatory gift, the priest gave half of it to him, and he could do whatever he wanted with it.

After finishing talking, Zhang Wenfeng said his goodbyes and left without disturbing the sleeping badger under his feet.

Taxue came to Qingzheng Bieyuan to inspect and guide the practice of a group of apprentices. Seeing that the time was about the same, he flew into the air and headed for the Xihe River. For him, whether the weather was good or bad did not affect his practice.

The world is vast, and a person walks alone in the snow and fog of the cold river, stepping on the water silently, searching up and down.

The big river rushes eastward, unchanged from ancient times.

There are gangsters, like cuts are like consultations, like cuts like grinding.

It was not completely dark yet, and Guanzhu Zhang, who was covered in snowflakes, flew down to the edge of the mountain gate stream, climbed up the bamboo building near Lingquan, sat cross-legged in his quiet room on the second floor, took off his sword and put it aside, with a calm expression and closed eyes. quiet.

Looking at the water in the wind and snow today, the inspiration is like snowflakes, and let him grasp the feeling of "a long history".

There was a blue light flickering on his body, and the heat was steaming, but it evaporated the snow in a moment.

Following a trace of mystical insights, he unknowingly immersed himself in the realm of sitting and forgetting.

The aura was drawn by the invisible, and swarmed into the body of the viewer. The wind and fog in the bamboo building swelled, and there were many visions.

Qingzheng other hospital canteen.

The second senior brother and Yue Anyan sat alone at the table, and after waiting for a while, seeing that the temple master was not coming, they got up to serve porridge.

The apprentices at other tables had already finished the porridge in their respective bowls. They scooped up a little soup to clean the bowls and drank it cleanly. They were reluctant to waste half of the rice flower on the side of the bowl. They looked satisfied, and then went to make rice to eat. .

Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is not easy.

This scene fell into the eyes of the dumb girl who saw her father and brother away before the heavy snow yesterday, it was indescribably weird, she had no relatives here, so she could only take small bites of the small bowl of porridge, not daring to spill a little soup.

Not to mention, the porridge is soft, glutinous and sweet, and tastes surprisingly good. She has never had such delicious porridge.

The old cripple and Lezi also noticed the unusual behavior of the apprentices. They had only been out for a few days, and the Taoist temple lost an apprentice, and the other little guys cherished the food very much.

The old cripple put down his wine bowl and whispered to Wei Xingde: "They were not like this before."

Wei Xingde listened to his youngest son retell what Guo Shanzhang said, and said in a low voice: "Such a small bowl of porridge, outside, is worth at least this amount." He made a sign of ten under the table.

"Shiwen, no wonder they cherish..."

"It's ten taels of silver!"

"What? Twelve taels?"

"Yes, that's right. I heard that if you eat it, you will be free from disease and disaster, and you will live a long and healthy life. So we have fallen into the nest of blessings, and we are lucky."

"It's a blessing, and you can't spoil good things. I didn't know it before. From now on, we have to get a charter in the dining room, and we can't waste a little bit."

The old cripple has seen storms and suffered a lot, and he thinks that it is the sinful virtue he has accumulated in the Taoist temple all these years. In exchange for being reunited with his son, he is already satisfied. Can't fault this one.

Under Daozu's nose, no one can take advantage of the Taoist temple from him.

When Lezi and the dumb girl heard the conversation between the two, they understood the strange behavior of the apprentices, and suddenly felt that the small bowl in their hands was a bit heavy, without it, it was too precious.

During the evening class, the second senior brother saw that the master did not show up on time, so he knew that the master was in a small retreat again, so it was no surprise.

When the sun came out on the third day, Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the bamboo building, with a mysterious aura flowing from his body, floating away from the dust. At the core of the strongest spiritual energy in the mountain gate, it unknowingly advances to the gradual decline and perfection.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

There is still a difference between cultivating the mind and cultivating the strength. Once you realize it, the speed of cultivation will be extremely fast.

Like a broken bamboo, it can be described as a state of cultivating one's mind and breaking one's realm.

And after reaching the perfection of the Gradient Realm, as long as he sharpens his state of mind, he may touch the opportunity to break through the realm at any time.

This time when I went to Zhoucheng, I had to have a talk with Yun Qiuhe first. The Fuyao fruit in his hand could be put on the alchemy schedule.

He still has to talk to the person in charge of Xuanyunguan later.

A big deal.

Chapter 363 Not Too Many Talents and Treasures

"Yesterday afternoon, Uncle Lame invited many young and strong people from the Zhang family to carry the coffin to Zhangjiazhuang, where he set up a mourning hall, and invited the elder brothers to do rituals in the dojo for a few days. His youngest daughter-in-law, Yang Shuilan, also went to kneel down to observe filial piety. .”

Yue Anyan and the temple master who had just left the customs stepped on the edge of the snow stream and forest, chatted lightly, and said:

"The day before yesterday, Lezi asked me to test his daughter-in-law Shuiya's aptitude. Guess what?"

She played a trick playfully, looking at the Guanzhu who seemed to be wandering away.

Zhang Wenfeng's footsteps were silent, like wind blowing snow, like fish in water, and there was still a trace of mystery that had not been completely pulled out from the realm of sitting and forgetting on his body, enjoying the warm sun after the snow stopped, and said casually without thinking: "Yes Cultivation qualifications."

This is too easy to guess. If you don't have the qualifications for cultivation, the senior sister will not mention it several times.

"It's more than just that, the entire test disk is lit up, shining like a pearl, and the aptitude for water skills is simply against the sky."

Yue Anyan had a small expression of picking up Bao.

In front of Guanzhu and Yun Qiuhe, she is the real her, able to show her temperament.

She smiled so that her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she hopped her feet to express her joy, and then said: "Lezi heard that his wife has the qualifications of cultivating Taoism, and he was very entangled. I didn't tell him that Shuiya's qualifications are not ordinary. Alright, I'm worried that he won't let Shui Ya learn the way."

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a while. This was the first time he heard of someone whose aptitude was so good that the entire test disk lit up in reality. Occasionally, he saw records in the classics. top monk.

Unexpectedly, a piece of great luck fell on Xianlingguan.

He woke up completely, looked at the happy and troubled Yue Anyan, and asked, "What did you and Shui Ya say?"

"I didn't dare to say too much, for fear of scaring her, I just told her not to disclose her aptitude for cultivating Taoism to the outside world, nor to Le Zi and Uncle Lame, saying that it was 'the money is not revealed', 'it is a crime to conceive a jade', In order not to cause trouble, although Shuiya can't speak, that girl is very smart, she guessed something, she used gestures to express that she wanted to discuss with Lezi, she listened to Lezi."

Yue Anyan stepped out a line of shallow footprints, and said: "Monastery Master, wait for Uncle Lame and the others to come back in a few days, and you can tell Uncle Lame that Shui Ya's aptitude is too wasteful if she doesn't practice Taoism. In a few years, it will be too late, especially It's... you can't get married in recent years."

These words that offend people can only be said by Guanzhu to Uncle Lame.

The two senior brothers failed, and the lame uncle has a very twisted temper, but he only obeys the temple master, she has already seen it.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded thoughtfully, "I will find time to chat with Uncle Lame. Uncle Lame is easy to talk about, but Lezi can't practice Taoism. Being old is not a good thing for anyone."

After a hundred years, a mortal becomes a piece of loess. How easy is it for a living monk to get rid of his mental barriers and come out?

That's why monks on the mountain should not marry ordinary people down the mountain.

Of course, there are also many high-ranking monks who, for the sake of family reproduction, recruited mortal wives and concubines, and selected descendants with bloodlines qualified for cultivation to take them to the mountains to practice, leaving a lifetime of wealth and separation to their wives and concubines.

Using emotion and being ruthless are two completely different ways of cultivating the Tao.

It is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong, the paths you take are different, and the karmic burdens you have to bear are different, all of which are your own business.

It is said that the donkey is mainly going out to Zhoucheng. The donkey is healed and the scars are forgotten. The foreign debts owed by the calligraphy brush have been paid off. It is very fast to write now. The temple master went out to roam around, boasting boldly that he would serve him on the saddle, which made the temple master laugh angrily, and kicked the cheeky guy.

It's not that it doesn't want to practice hard, it's just bumping around every day, and its physical progress is like a tortoise crawling.

Without the joy of rapid progress before, does it feel that it has entered the bottleneck of body training?

It's better to run outside, anyway, its cultivation base has not been lowered, and it can practice anywhere.