Taoist chanting

One went to Qingzheng Bieyuan, and the other went to the east.

Xianling Temple is now a big business, and those planned pavilions are still being built. Even if it is rainy in spring, the craftsmen are carefully crafting and knocking indoors, and they will not be idle.

Experienced farmers are plowing and fertilizing the cultivated large tracts of fertile fields and sloping land.

Wei Xingde took his youngest son to the mountains and fields every day, and many pairs of shoes were broken. He checked the quality and progress of various construction sites and inspected the farmland every day.

He didn't find it hard. The eldest son was struggling, and he broke through to the gradual decline years ago, and he was full of energy.

Seeing the head of the mountain coming wearing a bamboo hat, he hurriedly greeted him and spoke.

Drizzle and slanting wind, light smoke and sparse willows.

Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey flew high in the sky, chatting and heading southwest.

The itinerary for going out has already been carefully planned by the host.

Because the two green weavers are very homesick, they have to go back to "Caomuling" in the offshoot of Luobaoling first. Lvxin'er and Lvchan'er are not restricted by the five-year rule. Can go in and out of Caomu Ridge.

"Lu Zijin, how is your sword pill cultivation going?"

"It can't be used after being warmed up, maybe I have to wait until I advance to the third level, alas, the bottleneck is hard to break."

"Don't worry, don't worry, put your mind at ease, maybe this time you go out on a trip, you may suddenly break through, I keep your Fuyao fruit with me, when you need to take it, just let me know."

Zhang Wenfeng comforted the donkey.

The donkey was stuck in the bottleneck and did not move for a long time. He actually had another guess and read the classics for this.

Let's wait and see, the end of this year is the limit, and the donkey still can't break the bottleneck by then, so he has to try his method, and he will bring all the rare items with him.

At this time, he would not say a word to the donkey, lest the donkey would have a way out and become dependent.

It is more prudent to walk the path of practice by oneself, which is also good for the future.

The two green weavers were very quiet hiding under the collars of the hostess. Perhaps they were timid because of their closeness to the hometown. They only occasionally lifted their collars to look outside.

The donkey's mood came and went quickly, and he kept thinking about it, saying that it followed the apprentices to assess some things last year, and some local snake Taoists wanted to bully young people from other places, but they were punished by it with lightning techniques. .

There are also rogues who whistle at female disciples and speak frivolously.

The donkey didn't bully others, it just walked up into the air step by step, and walked over the heads of several pale-faced rascals, frightened them to kowtow for mercy, making ugly appearances, and so on.

If you are traveling with a donkey as a companion, don't want to be quiet.

Although the donkey likes to be lively and play with other people, it is not as good as the Lord's ability to communicate with it. No matter what it has or not, it will shake off with the Lord.

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In the afternoon, one person and one donkey fell from the sky to the ground.

They came to the brink of the ups and downs.

The weather is different in a hundred miles, the sun is shining brightly in this place, the spring is in full bloom, and the rainy area has long passed.

"The last time I came here with the Earth Guardian, I was resting in the Banyue Cave in front of me. I met a mountain ghost spirit. That little thing can control a weird 'mountain ghost wind', so it's safer for us to walk on the ground."

Zhang Wenfeng explained a few words casually, his current cultivation base does not need to care about the spirit of the mountain ghost, and the little thing can control the mountain ghost wind and can't interfere with his flight.

But now that I am not in a hurry, it is also for the sake of the donkey, and I choose to fall on the ground and walk around honestly.

The donkey asked about some details of the mountain ghost, clamoring to catch a mountain ghost and bring it back to the Taoist temple.

In early spring, there are no poisonous insects in the grass on the ground.

The donkey ran ahead to startle the snake. It was tempered and strong, and the magic weapon was hard to hurt. Even if there were poisonous insects and snakes sneaking up, it didn't take it seriously, just crushed it all the way.

On the trip to Caomuling last year, Tu Kun did not let the donkey follow him out of selfishness, and donkeys can come to this place.

Lu Xin'er got out of her collar and was only a few hundred miles away from Caomu Ridge. She couldn't stay still any longer. She observed her surroundings carefully and reminded: "There are many strange things in the ups and downs. Qian Xinzi's essence can create a small area of ​​forbidden law, and one who is not prepared will suffer a loss, so try to fly as little as possible in this place."

She was a little cautious, trying to use her own breath as bait to lure out the natural enemy Yingying Jingmei.

With the temple master present, she doesn't worry about being preyed upon by the Shadow Catcher, as long as the thing dares to show itself, she can sense it.

For the sake of the safety of the sisters in the secret territory of Caomu Ridge, she will do everything possible to deal with natural enemies. With the help of the Lord, she will find one and kill the other.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I've heard of Qian Xinzi's name, but I didn't have the chance to meet him when I came last time."

"In addition to several rare spirits, there is also a 'Grass Ghost Snake', which can injure people invisible by chanting mantras, so we must also pay attention."

Lu Xiner introduces strange things to the temple master and the donkey.

They walked all the way to Biyi Peak without encountering any strange things.

The donkey trampled to death countless poisonous insects and monster snakes, and it was so tender that it made a fuss out of a molehill and used lightning techniques to open the way.

It was getting dark and the sun was setting.

Zhang Wenfeng flew up in the air, and said: "Let's rest at Biyi Peak tonight, and leave early tomorrow morning... Hey, there are still people living in Biyi Peak, and the corridor halfway up the mountain has been cleaned very clean."

Although it was just a hasty scan, he could see the clues.

Putting away his consciousness, he saw a shiny bald man in a gray robe in one of the caves.

The bald man meditating in the cave also opened his eyes. It was a young Buddhist monk with ring scars on his head, a rosary hanging around his neck, and a ring knife on his waist. A "mercy".

Zhang Wenfeng lowered his height, and bowed his hands in return: "Master, disturbing the purity, the sky will be dark, let's take advantage of the treasure to rest for one night." He did not wear Taoist robes, hiding his identity.

Buddhist monks are also called monks and monks. Of course, it is not impolite to address them as "Master".

He couldn't see the cultivation level of the young monk, the cultivation system was different, and it was inconvenient to use the spiritual eye technique to detect it, but he roughly estimated that the monk's cultivation base was not weak.

"Fellow Daoist, you are welcome. The little monk Fayuan is also borrowing this place to practice. Feel free to choose a place to live, fellow Daoist, and don't disturb him."

The young monk was gentle and courteous. He looked gently at the black-robed monk in the air, and stopped for a while on the left shoulder of the black-robed monk. He saw that there were two rare spirits hidden inside, and pointed to the opposite side and said: "There are There are two clean caves that Taoists can live in, or they can choose other houses to stay in.”

Zhang Wenfeng thanked him, and landed on the north corridor with the donkey.

We meet by chance in the wilderness, the other party is not a Taoist, and he has no intention of chatting and making friends.

Pushing open the door and walking into the cave, he didn't seem to notice the expression of the monk opposite who wanted to communicate.

Chapter 427

The young monk looked at the black-robed monk and the donkey that could fly in the air, and walked into the cave halfway up the opposite mountain, without any intention of stopping to talk to him.

He silently glanced at the sunset in the sky, returned to his residence and continued to meditate.

No matter how well some things are hidden, the dusty and pure temperament on the body will be revealed inadvertently.

Apart from Da Liang, the monks who can come here belong to the nearest Da An dynasty.

Therefore, it is not difficult to guess the other party's Taoist identity.

It was a cold spring night, shrouded in twilight, except for the occasional roar of beasts and night birds, the surroundings seemed vast and silent.

The donkey used up the forage and drank a bowl of wine. It was restless. It walked out of the cave and went to the sky to enjoy the wind. In its own words, it was a lookout.

Turning around for a while, I saw the bald head coming out of the cave in the middle of the mountain on the opposite side, and flew to the southwest without making a sound.

The donkey watched the figure disappear into the night, it landed, and said to the priest who was reading a book under the candlelight: "The monk left sneakily. He obviously saw me, so he pretended he didn't see me. It might be nighttime. To do something bad?"

Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the straw futon, and put down the scroll in his hand.

Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er sat quietly on the edge of the exquisite wooden table brought out by the temple master, cuddling each other without speaking.

"Maybe I'm leaving for business, Lu Zijin, you should spend some time at night and pay more attention to the movement around you. In the wild, if others don't provoke us, we don't care about other people's business."

"Understood, I'll keep an eye on it, and I won't even get close to a mouse."

The donkey went out, muttering: "It's strange, why does the storyteller in the town tell the old cripple a story, and when he scolds the monk, he calls it 'bald donkey'? Donkey, I have a lot of hair on my head. Now, not bald at all?"

It couldn't understand it, it didn't think of this before, but this time it was confused by the scene.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the guy's back, what kind of messed up stories did he hear?Withdrawing his gaze, he smiled at the two sisters Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er: "You can use your own methods to make some small decorations at night. When you go out, let's be careful."

He won't relax his vigilance just because his ability has improved.

The dangers in the wild often come as soon as they are said, and there is no reason to talk about them.

The strange monk suddenly went out in the dark, and there was an unreasonable strangeness in it.

Lu Xin'er shook her wrist, there were two almost invisible pale green silk threads on it, she smiled softly and softly: "Don't worry, the Lord, we have set up 'eyes and ears', if there is any trouble in the nearby hills, we will all know .”

Lu Chan'er also raised her wrists, they are good at driving plants, many small flying insects can also be controlled, they are all their secret whistle.

"It's so good, you can sit back and relax."

Zhang Wenfeng picked up the scroll again and carefully read the words on it.

Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er discussed with each other for a while, and they flew to the door, took out a few tiny seeds from the small green tree pouch around their waists, and sprinkled a few seeds in the corner and outside the door.

A few patches of dark green moss appeared on the ground, spreading slowly.

The two green weavers held green sticks in their hands and danced for a while. The moss on the outside and inside of the grotto formed a large area. After a while, the whole grotto was full of wood, and it was refreshing and comfortable to be in it.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled knowingly, read the book for about an hour, got up and moved around for a while, burned incense and did evening class for half an hour, and then sat down to meditate and adjust breath.

There was a temporary blessed place for wood qi cultivation arranged by Xiao Jingmei, and he quickly immersed himself in it, leaving only a trace of spiritual consciousness to maintain the vigilance he should have.

Indifferent, clear and quiet, I don't know where I am, mysterious and indescribable.

Suddenly there was a thin sound transmission in the ear: "Monastery Master, Monastery Master wake up, some villains followed the scent we left and touched the nearby mountain."

The two little elves squeezed under the collar of his shoulders, shivering.

Zhang Wenfeng reassured: "Relax, I won't hurt you."

Lu Xin'er felt relieved, and said via voice transmission: "My lord, please don't let them slip away, here are two ghost hunters."

She also didn't want to understand, how could there be so many ghosts in this place?

The outside world is scary.

Unless they can advance to the third level, facing the natural enemies of the same level, they have almost no power to fight back, only to be eaten obediently.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't speak any more, and he didn't release his consciousness, so as not to startle the snake. The practice world has always been "helping relatives but not helping others".

The donkey, who was wandering in the air outside to watch the wind, failed to find the Shadow Catcher who is good at changing colors and hiding.

This is also good, forming a perfect ready-made trap.

After waiting for about another incense stick, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly raised his hand, "Peng", a shadow catcher who had sneaked into the cave slammed into the stone wall, turning into a lake of flesh and blood, and a golden light flew towards him. out, chasing Chuying Jingmei who was escaping at the other end and went away in an instant.

"Bang", the flying sword stabbed a big tree that sprouted and sprouted young leaves, smashing the big tree into sawdust.

The donkey that was crawling up the hill was startled, and then it reacted and became furious.

"There is a shadow catcher who is good at hiding its shape, and escaped into the rocks along the roots of the trees."

Zhang Wenfeng explained calmly.

He controlled the flying sword to hover in the air, but did not walk out of the cave.

The donkey said angrily, "Leave it to me. I can already smell its scent. It can't run away. You are so fat and courageous. Don't take the donkey's eye seriously. If you sneak around and try to make a surprise attack, don't pull out its skin!"

It's just a little embarrassing.

Let two little things whose cultivation base is not as high as it touch into the Guanzhu's resting cave, how can it be worthy of its big words?

It stomped hard on the ground of the hillside with one hoof, and wisps of silver lightning penetrated into the ground, making a small "chi chi" sound, the donkey veered hard, trying to force the little thing that had escaped into the ground out.

It didn't hesitate to consume the lightning in its body, trampling and running around the hillside without stopping.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at it with his spiritual sense for a while, without any extra expression on his face, and said to the little Jingmei who had calmed down on his shoulders: "I killed one Chuying Jingmei, and Lu Zijin is chasing and killing the other one."

With a wave of his hand, the strong wind rolled up the lake of flesh and blood on the wall and threw it out of the door, with a pale green flame burning.

Lu Xin'er hugged her younger sister, covered her head and dared not come out, and called softly: "Thank you, Lord, for your help."

Suddenly, there was a burst of "cracking" thunder outside, followed by an unpleasant cry like a donkey's sawing, which spread far away along the valley, echoing.

"Haha, you're not qualified enough to fight with Mr. Donkey? Are you hitting the iron plate?"

The donkey's hoof stepped on a scorched little thing, full of contentment.

Zhang Wenfeng closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

At dawn, the mist dawns.

The donkey standing on the top of the mountain saw a black shadow flying from the southwest direction, with a shiny bald head, it was the young monk who went out in the dark at night, but at this time the monk's gray robe was stained with blood, and his complexion was not very good.

The monk nodded towards the donkey looking down from a high height, as a greeting, and returned to the cave in the middle of the mountain.