Taoist chanting

The donkey was carrying the three little spirits, and they were all relieved when they felt that the aura of the temple master had returned to normal.

This kind of viewer is the one they like to see, the one in front looks like a fake.

The donkey guarded the mountain and kept an eye on the situation of the temple master. It didn't go anywhere. In the morning of the second day, when the rising sun passed through the gaps in the forest, it sprinkled colorful colors on the temple master's body and face, and the temple master woke up from his cultivation.

Standing up and stretching, Zhang Wenfeng, with a warm smile on his face, greeted the three little spirits on the donkey's back, took out a jar of wine, slapped the mud on the ground, and poured a basin for the donkey material.

Even if a donkey can fast, it will not give up its appetite.

He passed another hurdle on the road of practice without any risk, and his mood was like a spring.

The cultivation base has advanced to the middle stage of the free state.

He originally wanted to be steady and steady, and not to improve his cultivation so quickly, but in the attempt to blend with the consciousness of the trees on the top of Caomu Ridge, his cultivation method and progress were not under his own control, and everything changed while he was on the sidelines. , be regarded as gain and loss.

Let him understand how much is enough, and he will know how to choose next time.

Cultivation is the process of constantly suffering losses, overcoming difficulties one after another, and climbing to the top of the mountain.

If you can't pass some barriers, you will stay in place forever, and you will even retreat instead of advancing.

"Let's go, let's go around to the Three-Tailed Demon Fox Department in the Broken Moon Demon Forest, take a look at Xinyue and the others, and trouble them for a few days."

After tidying up the wine jars and food bowls, Zhang Wenfeng flew down the mountain. The scorched and dry land on the top of the mountain will soon be full of vegetation and lush, nature will not leave too long a window.

Donkey, Lvxiner and Lvchaner cheered happily.

Hua Fenglan who joined later was unknown, so she was very curious about the three-tailed demon fox that the master said.

After a strange team left Caomu Ridge for a long time, the three of Chu Qing'er approached cautiously, noticing that there was no danger, Chu Qing'er stepped forward and knocked on the mountain gate, and this time successfully opened the light wave portal into the secret realm.

The three of them stretched out their hands in great joy, and stepped into the portal in the sky first and then.

After a while, the middle-aged man with the highest cultivation base and the white-robed man were bounced down the mountain from the air by a sudden shining light wave, Chu Qing'er disappeared without a trace, obviously entering a secret realm, the middle-aged man was so angry that he scolded a few times regardless of his demeanor. The voice mother smiled wryly again helplessly.

He didn't know what went wrong, why didn't Cao Mu Ridge Secret Realm not welcome the two of them?

Is it because they are men?

Chapter 432 Strange, empty words

More than a hundred miles away from Caomuling, the donkey who kept talking in his mouth suddenly stopped, closed his noisy mouth, his eyes showed deep thinking, and stood still like a statue.

There are three two-foot-high exquisite tree houses built in the shape of a Chinese character on its back, each with its own characteristics, surrounded by slender fences.

Dense green vines cover the fence and tree house, decorated with small white, pink and purple flowers the size of rice grains.

The three little elves put their home on the back of the donkey, and the donkey now has the ability to protect them well.

In the past, Luxin'er and Luchan'er played with the donkey very well, but this time in the secret realm, Xiao Jingmei spared no effort to help the donkey break through the situation, and the two sides formed a deep love affair.

It is an expedient measure to stay on the shoulders of Guanzhu, and now there is a mobile home.

Xiao Jingmei sang and danced in the courtyard of the tree house, very happy.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't use his mind to deal with the donkey's gossip, and distracted himself from reading the scriptures on the ancient scroll of Zhihai.

Every time I recite it once, an invisible golden light washes over my whole body, making me feel calm and comfortable.

He found that the golden light of the scriptures can remove dust from the body, eliminate the side effects of various ghosts, sorcery, and spells imposed on the body by the outside world, and also have the effect of tempering the body and eliminating impurities.

Although the effect is not very obvious, but the accumulation of a little makes a lot, and idleness is idleness.

Seeing that the donkey stopped chatting suddenly and stopped to think about the problem, he stopped and waited without disturbing the donkey, and concentrated on reciting the scriptures silently.

Lu Xiner flew out of the vine to look at the donkey a few times, didn't ask any further questions, and then fell back to the tree house to sing with her sisters.

They can feel the bursts of thought power emanating from the temple master from time to time, which has a peculiar effect of calming their hearts and making them more in the mood to sing. Song and dance are one of their attack methods and also their unique way of cultivation.

The three parties have their own affairs to do without interfering with each other.

The mountain breeze is cool and the flowers are fragrant.

After standing under the tree for about half an hour, the donkey, whose fur was shining under the mottled sunlight, suddenly grinned and bared its teeth, and said with a strange smile: "My lord, my sword gall is ready to use."

After it was promoted to the third rank, it seized the time to accumulate Jianwan every day, even when it was walking, it was not idle.

Suddenly aware of Jianwan's reaction, it stood still and concentrated on the sacrifice, not daring to be distracted.

There are temple masters to help it protect the law, so there is no need to worry even in the wild.

It has high hopes for this sword pill that it got by chance, and it wants to be a donkey hero who wields swords in the rivers and lakes.

"Oh, let me take a look and open my eyes."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, the sword gall is different from the flying sword, "the shape is a pill, but the meaning is a sword", he has only seen the description in the classics, so far, he has not heard of anyone who sacrificed the sword gall?

The donkey brewed for a while, opened its mouth and sprayed. In broad daylight, there was a flash of silver thunder, and the thick branches of the arms protruding more than ten feet away in front of them exploded into debris and dust with a "crack".

The sword light flashed like thunder again, splitting a rock protruding from the ground more than twenty feet away into two pieces.

Burned at high temperature, the incision was as smooth as glazed glass, and the sword light pierced into the ground and wasted up.

What the donkey warms and sacrifices is a thundering sword gall, which complements it perfectly.

The speed of the two consecutive strikes made Zhang Wenfeng amazed. Not to mention the skill of controlling the sword energy and the current attack power, the donkey added a new extremely sharp attack method, and said with a smile: "Yes, it is like running like a thunder, and it is impossible to defend against it. Cooperating with your thunder method, you can develop many means of protection or enemy control."

The donkey grinned from ear to ear, and said humbly, "Please give advice!"

The three elves were lying on the gap between the leaves of the vines and looking out, they couldn't understand what the donkey said.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and comforted the three little ones, and said, "Lu Zijin is practicing a sword technique and trying new moves, don't be afraid." Try to improve, control the sword qi and sword intent, I can teach you a thing or two."

Call out the flying sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, and at a slow speed, demonstrate to the donkey several basic methods such as "straight sword, wave sword, circle and turning sword", and explain the skills in detail.

He took out the booklet "Ling Qian Yi Jian Jue" that Gu Quan had given him, and pointed out the keys.

Let the donkey look over the sword formula three times to get a deeper impression, and then continue on the journey, changing him to go ahead, and the donkey followed silently behind.

Every time the donkey fell into deep thought, he would be in such a dumbfounded state.

All kinds of poisonous insects and little monsters in the grass and woods on the road blocked the way, or launched sneak attacks without knowing their life and death, all of which were expelled by the temple master or killed with subtle sword energy.

After walking for more than an hour, the donkey thought about releasing a slender sword energy, trying to control it with the method it had learned.

Ye Luzi's sword control seems to be flexible, but in fact it is not as potential as the regular sword art that has been honed through thousands of years.

Change to the donkey at the back and open the way in front, use the sword energy to kill the little monster with no eyes, and master its sword control skills by the way. After learning those moves wisely, it refines the straight shape and wave shape Royal Sword.

Back on the same road, when the sun slanted in the afternoon, the donkey and the temple master suddenly stopped at the same time, listening attentively, and faintly heard the sound of spells and talismans bombarding from a distance.

"have a look?"

The donkey is eager to try.

"have a look."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, he heard the strange "clang" sound coming from the battle sound, which felt a little familiar.

The donkey leaped into the air, condescending, and saw many monks beating a shiny bald man wearing a gray robe on the mountain more than ten miles ahead, beating extremely fiercely.

"It's that monk, strange, have they been entangled for two months?"

The donkey wondered, when they came, they saw the bandit monks going to attack the monk who was resting on Biyi Peak, and now on the way back, they encountered bandits besieging the monk again. After such a long time, the grievances between the two sides have not yet been resolved?

After going through countless things, big and small, the donkey's first reaction was to wonder if the two of them were on the same team, and they were putting on a show for them?

Zhang Wenfeng squinted his eyes and observed carefully. He found that the monk was trapped by the formation. He struck the wooden fish floating beside him with his left hand and made a "clang" sound. No wonder he felt familiar. Back then, the monk was spied on by him in Caomu Ridge and took out the wooden fish. After five taps, the sound was slightly different.

The monk wielded the Jiedao with his right hand, focusing on defense, defusing all kinds of attacks, and did not attack the bandits who rushed forward.

A few men were sitting upside down on the hillside, dripping blood all over their bodies and losing their fighting power.

There was no dead body, and the monk was merciful.

Zhang Wenfeng checked with the spiritual eye technique. He was a little unsure about the monk's cultivation. It seemed to be the second-level perfection, and it seemed to be the third-level strength, which was much better than all the besieged guys.

The monk especially had the time to call for help: "Fellow Daoist, we have met again by fate, please help the monk out of trouble, I am very grateful."

I don't know if it's poor or it's a matter of course, but the monk didn't promise a big reward.

Empty words, just a polite sentence of "thank you very much".

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the spy Fan Chongfeng was among the bandits who were besieging him, and he greeted the monk with all kinds of spells, as if he had a mortal enemy. He was too lazy to meddle in the field, and said: "Master, he sacrifices his life to feed a tiger." With a benevolent heart, I will not disturb Master Yaxing, so I leave."

With a dark poke and sarcasm, he flew to the east in a detour, out of sight and out of sight.

The monk has the ability to hide and hide, and he is unwilling to hurt people's lives, behead the bandits and get out of trouble, so what's the point of asking him to rescue him?

He doesn't believe that monks in this world would rather perish than kill?

The many bandits who were secretly guarding against the two flying up in the air could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fan Chongfeng urged and shouted repeatedly: "Brothers, take out the treasures at the bottom of the box and save the monk as soon as possible. Let's call it a day, so as not to make any mistakes and let this cunning monk escape."

Everyone agreed with a loud bang, and all kinds of spells, magic tools, and talismans concentrated on the monk who was trapped on the top of the mountain.

The colorful and massive attack instantly overwhelmed the monk.

"Fellow Daoist...help me!"

Chapter 433 Watching the Lord, You Are Not Right

Numerous attacks that are no longer reserved, magic tools, talismans, spells, etc. are like bursting fireworks, seductive and deadly, swarming towards them.

There was a hint of helplessness on the young monk's simple face, and the little bull-nosed Taoist priest in the distance refused to help him, and had to force him to break the big precept... Sin, sin, the little monk committed anger and lying again.

With the wooden mallet hammer in his left hand, he tapped lightly on the ordinary wooden fish floating in front of him.

"Winter", the sound is not loud, but it is clearly audible among the many roars.

This blow seemed to hit the bottom of people's hearts, and even Zhang Wenfeng, who was turning in the air more than ten miles away, was affected. He turned his head and saw a white light blooming from the colorful mountain top, which was very dazzling.

There seems to be thunder rolling and cheering in the sky, ethereal, majestic and dull.

All the attacks were bounced back by the spreading white light, and they were doubled back to the bandits.

How ruthless the attack is, and how heavy the attack will be.

Many bandits who had been dealing with the entangled monk for more than two months, some were at a loss and stunned, some reacted very quickly, and desperately activated the magic weapon to escape down the mountain, just wanting to leave Stay away from the monk.

You can't fly into the air to escape for your life. Under such power, there will be no bones left.

Who would have expected that the monk who was beaten and fled in embarrassment by them every time was such a powerful master?

Their leader, the "Green Bamboo Mountain God" who lives in Yu'aoling, said personally that although the monk has a second-level late-stage cultivation, he is not good at fighting. Ambush the monk.

The violent wind swept across, the light splashed randomly, "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang", the figures were swept and torn apart and fell around without any resistance, and the broken limbs and blood were scattered like rain.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one standing on the hill that had been besieged bustlingly just now, except for the monk whose white light faded and exposed, his bald head was shining brightly, as if adding a ray of light to the world.

"Sins, sins, this little monk had to use the magical powers of the Buddha in order to protect himself, please forgive the crime of killing...Namo Amitabha!"

The young monk looked bitter and looked at the bloody mess all over the mountain. He dropped the wooden hammer and the saber in his hand, clasped his hands together, and babbled towards the west to ask the Buddha for forgiveness.

Alas, it is so difficult to put down the butcher's knife to save the suffering!

A group of idiots spoiled his mood, his face twisted suddenly in pain, his brows twitched, and he tried his best to suppress the killing thoughts in his heart.

Years of hard work came to naught, the veins in the palms of the monk Heshi's chest exploded, and his breath fluctuated.

The trap that restrained him no longer existed, and the trees and bushes on the top of the mountain, as well as the rocks protruding from the ground, were all shattered. This was the result of the monk's control and did not explode the Buddha treasure with all his strength.

Several bandits with a second-level cultivation base who saw the opportunity early escaped with serious injuries.

They rolled down to the bottom of the mountain and lay there, not daring to move. Feeling the violent breath on the mountain, they were terrified, and each and every one of them cursed their leader from the bottom of their hearts.

Gou Ri deliberately framed them, right?

It's a miracle that such a powerful guy, they have provoked again and again, can survive till now.

Zhang Wenfeng looked coldly at the sudden change on the hilltop in the distance. He didn't have any thoughts, and he also saw the crisis facing the monk, which seemed to be on the verge of life and death.

He guessed that the monk had been holding back and hadn't killed him. Now that he caused such a large casualty, he must have broken some kind of "heart ring" and caused a backlash. He didn't intend to help, and he didn't know how to save the monk who was about to go mad.

What does other family's business have to do with him?

The life and death of the monk has nothing to do with him. Even the spy Fan Chongfeng, who was lying at the bottom of the mountain with serious injuries and blood on his face, had no intention of reaching out to rescue him.

Even, he didn't even plan to watch the excitement, and said to the donkey who was watching with relish: "Let's go!"

The donkey was very surprised, and shouted: "Monastery Lord, you...shall we kill those bandits?"

It is not a mind-cultivating school. It didn't see the crisis of the monk. It only thought that the monk was forced to kill too many people at once, and his face was distorted in guilt.