Taoist chanting

Zhang Wenfeng only had one Shanshui Shifting Talisman left in his hand, and he was reluctant to waste it underwater.

Besides, what about catching up with Shui Jingmei?Unless it's a surprise attack with a sword, let the little guy slip away.

He doesn't have any spells or magic weapons to use underwater, which can trap Shui Jingmei without hurting the other party. He decided to use the method of Huairou to slowly let Shui Jingmei let go of her guard and communicate with him.

There are good and evil in enlightened spirits, all in one thought of the original mind.

Now he turned his attention from the group of evil spirits outside the water area to the water spirits under the water.

He stays in the water for two hours a day, does nothing else, recites the scriptures silently, and conveys goodwill with the power of his thoughts. He believes that sincerity can lead to gold and stones, and he has no other way.

Sitting in a sad city, every day that passes increases the risk of destruction with the blessed land.

He can't sit still, the evil spirits have given up hope, and those unreasonable guys are doing their final madness.

After countless chanting attempts, he found that Shui Jingmei seems to be very useful. Using the "Wishing Water Chapter" in the "Lingbao Wuquanren Sutra", every time he silently recited the scriptures, he would swim about seven or eight feet. Mind the rhythm and circle around him in a soothing circle.

Finally seeing a little gratifying progress, he became more and more immersed in it.

The time is long, and the water waves are slightly prosperous.

The outside world is from autumn to winter, the cold wind surrounds the trees, and the world is bleak.

The master of the temple is not in the Taoist temple, and Tu Kun shows up at Qingzheng Bieyuan by the stream in the forest every now and then. He doesn't teach his disciples, even Lezi, who is a registered student, doesn't give much advice. He lets Lezi practice by himself and learns to read and write work.

In his words, the master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual.

"Xie Hufa sent a message yesterday. He has already contacted the big business firm 'Jinhe Pavilion' in Fangshi Street, Ducheng, and asked them to pay attention to the news of Monk Fayuan in Tianshan Temple at their shop in the Great Liang Dynasty. If Monk Fayuan leaves the customs, send a message immediately. Come here, the annual fee is [-] spiritual energy stones, if it is less than one year, it will be counted as one year, tomorrow I will go to Zhoucheng with Lu Zi, and hand over the spiritual energy stones to Guardian Xie."

Shan Chang informs Tu Kun about the temple master.

It is more convenient for some large trans-dynasty business houses to do some information exchange, buy money and use spies.

Except for the news of the temple master, the earth protectors don't care about other things, and they come out and walk around to show to the sects.

After entering Bishuitang blessed land, there was no news of the temple owner. Half a year later, they were anxious and couldn't show it. He used the Taiyi divine number to make a formal hexagram calculation, and the temple owner's life and death were uncertain.

Later, I made a special trip to the Tianlong Temple in the capital, and paid a high price to ask Master Bailichun to do a fortune telling.

It is also looking at flowers in the fog, in the clouds and in the fog, and there is no substance in the words.

But one thing can be confirmed, although the master is trapped in the blessed land of Bishuitang, although his life is not in danger for the time being, the situation is not very good.

Tu Kun nodded slightly, and asked, "Is the business with the White Ape Department going well?"

"Everything is normal now. A few days ago, Lu Zijin led a team to escort a batch of spiritual rice, corn granules, dried spiritual grass and other items, and successfully exchanged them for the minerals, crystals, and spiritual medicinal materials we need. I have contacted Sellers, we can earn [-]% profit if we change hands once."

Shan Chang had an account in his heart, and said slowly.

He has never done big business before, and he only started to practice in the past two years. He consulted with the lame uncle, the old Jiang Hu, discussed with Wei Xingde who traveled far and wide, spent some time inquiring about the prices of goods in the markets on both sides, and treated big business as money. Do.

With the help of the little fox demon to collect the approximate price of the goods in the Broken Moon Demon Forest, knowing oneself and the enemy, and leaving some profit for both parties, the business can last for a long time.

Now Xianling Guanjia has a big business and a lot of production, and he works hard and manages it in an orderly manner.

Tu Kun got up and walked outside the tea room, saying: "If you encounter trouble or make things difficult, no matter where it is, you must tell me as soon as possible. Bad things are not afraid of early, and good things are not afraid of late."

The head of the mountain followed and saw off, saying: "Understood, don't dare to bother the Dharma protector with trivial matters."

At present, there are two disciples of Xianlingguan who have advanced to the gradual micro-level, who can help him with many affairs, including the teaching and guidance of Qingzheng other courtyards. He basically doesn't teach the apprentices much, and he doesn't lead the team to go out for training. He doesn't have the energy , he presided over the discipline and punishment of the apprentices, and encouraged them to talk.

"Junior Sister Yue said that Yang Shuilan left for the Great Liang Dynasty the day before yesterday, and she wanted to discuss with the Wu Clan what to say."

Shanchang told Tu Hufa an irrelevant matter through sound transmission.

Tu Kun stopped, with a sneer on his face, and said via voice transmission: "In a year, even if she got the three pieces of the golden body and the pieces of the golden gall from the temple master, she would not be able to fully absorb them, and she would not be able to break through to the fourth level.

That woman somehow became a god, and her brain is not as big as her breasts. Even if she wants to trouble the witch clan, wouldn't it be better to wait three or two years?

How long can the remaining two old immortal guardians of the Wu clan survive?

I have to pick this time to get into trouble, I don't know what she thinks?

Forget it, she has nothing to do with our Taoist temple, whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with us, the little bit of love she kept was originally a back-up investment to send charcoal in the snow, she is as impulsive as she is, has no stability, and has to eat a lot Unfortunately, our biggest loss is only a few pieces. "

Sending away the complaining soil protector, the head of the mountain thought for a moment, and walked along the corridor to find Yue Anyan who was teaching.

An apprentice on duty rushed over, and when he saw the majestic and unsmiling mountain head, he quickly stopped and bowed his hands and saluted meticulously: "Shan Zhang, a group of Taoist priests came from the Tianlong Temple in the capital, and the Taoist leader Chen Shouzhong, who led the team, paid homage to the mountain. The disciples have a few rounds of discussions with the official disciples of our Taoist temple."

The head of the mountain took the prayer box, opened it and looked at the invitation.

He has been to Tianlongguan, and he knows that Chen Shouzhong is a newcomer to the free realm sword cultivator in the Da'an Dynasty. It is said that He Guangjun's two rare defeats, after completing the gradual decline and advancing to the free realm, were all thanks to Chen Shouzhong, and his losses were relatively miserable. Each time it took more than two months to recover.

He was not equal in status when he came forward to receive them, so he waved his hand to summon the earth protector who had just left.

In the second half of this year, he has received several batches of large sect sparring teams from various states. This time, the highest standard is actually led by Jianxiu Jianxiu. Pull it out for a turn, and compete with disciples from other sects in all directions?

Both literary and martial arts competitions are fine.

Xianlingguan has two disciples who are very good at fighting. Wei Jingjie's spear and Shui Qingru's sword have already become famous after several competitions. So far, they have not lost in foreign competitions of the same level.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Chen Shouzhong led the team to find him.

The seasonal changes in Bishuitang Blessed Land are not very obvious. In the winter outside, the place is still extremely hot. Except for the occasional storm, thunder and lightning, the sun is always in the sky at other times.

Zhang Wenfeng stood on a rock five feet below the water, and silently recited scriptures.

After getting along for more than three months, the Shui Jingmei, who often changes forms, has dared to get close to three feet behind him.

Half a year after he came to the blessed land, the water area dropped about six feet, which was clearly displayed on the mud and rocks of the small island.

A circle of freshly dried mud appeared at the edge of the water.

However, he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so he has to slowly cultivate his relationship with Shui Jingmei.

People who cultivate the Tao, even if they are in a desperate situation, must be calm and patient, otherwise, instead of improving their state of mind, they will wear down their Taoism and waste their Taoism.

Chapter 453

Flying in the air, patrolling around the water area in a leisurely manner, Zhang Wenfeng had a trace of worry in his eyes.

It has been three years and four months since he entered the blessed land. The climate here has become more and more severe. The yang evil energy has eroded and dropped seven to eight feet. The trees on the four small islands have died, the food is insufficient, the temperature is hot and dry, and the waterfowl and other small animals and insects have disappeared. Half of the time, sooner or later there is no more noise and excitement than three years ago.

The pond water has shrunk by about [-]%, and the water level has dropped by more than five feet.

The stone pillar where he used to stand in the water and read scriptures to the water spirit will be exposed to the surface of the water.

The blue waves submerged the stone pillars from time to time, and exposed them again, endlessly.

Everything shows that the blessed land is rushing towards the end of the road, irreversible. Even the evil spirits and ghosts in the yellow sand land have no interest in fighting or quarreling with the foreign Taoist priests. They hide in their respective underground lairs, adapting to the sudden increase. The malevolent yang energy in him is too busy to take care of himself.

Anyway, whether to fight or not to fight, one will die in the end.

It's nothing more than the difference of a few years between early death and late death.

According to the endless increase of such violent yang evil spirit, they may die first.

The last time Zhang Wenfeng broke into the dry land to fight with provocative evil spirits was a year ago.

In that battle, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and the killing was relentless. He used all his magical powers once, even the landscape shifting talisman at the bottom of the box. evil spirits.

In the end, three evil spirits were killed, and all the besieging evil spirits and ghosts were killed and exited the dry land.

Thousands of miles of huge pits were in a mess, and the atmosphere was chaotic.

The outburst of madness, killing, and powerful combat power made the evil spirits no longer dare to lightly start the war.

The evil spirits originally thought that they would be sure to win by lying in ambush from all sides, but they didn't know that the soldiers' methods were endless. Except for the swords, the magic weapons were changed one after another. The light and yellow light were on the verge of shattering, the Taoist priest opened a bottle with magic and swallowed a mouthful of the green liquid, and he was alive and well again.

How to kill?All the remaining world spirits were terrified. They didn't know how many mouthfuls of that green liquid were still in that bottle?

Zhang Wenfeng was scarred and wounded after the war, and the two cassocks and Taoist robes he wore were almost useless. He spent more than two months recuperating in the woods on the island and took a lot of pills before he could be considered fully healed. Afterwards, he spent another three months to put the He swallowed the mood blemishes caused by the vitality essence of various trees to repair them.

Before the battle, he prepared for the worst in advance, using a secret method to collect a mouthful of green liquid wood energy and imprison it for preparation.

Do not fight unprepared battles, and do not fight unsure battles.

That time he killed without any scruples, let him go to death without hesitation, let him hone his sword skills that had not improved for several years, and broke through to the "unity of human and sword" sword state of "fitting with the body", which made his ears clean until now, and also It's worth it.

It's just that things that devour the vitality of trees can be done less in the future, as little as possible.

The temptation is too great, and the hidden danger is not small.

Zhang Wenfeng landed lightly on the blue-black stone pillar that was constantly being swayed by the water, and the cloth shoes under his feet were quickly wet. He did not call on Yuan Qi to protect him. Looking around, the blue waves were undulating, but the one who listened to his chanting appeared every day more than a year ago The Shui Jingmei, who changed form from time to time, disappeared and never appeared again.

I don't know if I hid, or what?

He searched the entire bottom of the water and under the four small islands, and searched for many holes, but he didn't find the Water Spirit Charm.

The Jingmei appeared miraculously and then disappeared miraculously.

It just so happened that the evil spirits outside the waters made a provocation, and he just needed to vent the emotions accumulated in his heart for a long time, and the two hit it off and had a fierce fight.

Walking slowly into the water, sinking about three feet, Zhang Wenfeng recited "Zhushui Pian" as usual, and after three times, he pulled out his sword from his waist, and silently recited Chapter 1 of the Dao Sutra, and there was an invisible force on his body like water ripples Slowly spread out.

He waved his sword and practiced the "falling wood flying sword" that he was familiar with in his bones one by one.

Gradually immersed in the state of "human and sword in one", the sword light changes, and the sword aura flutters, like a group of fish turning sharply and moving underwater, gathering indefinitely, and every movement and stillness reveals the nature and mystery of the Dao.

He chanted scriptures and practiced swords underwater every day, studied the talisman classics he had collected from Bianwu Guo Nawu Space in the cave on the small island, meditated to maintain his current cultivation level, drank tea, painted, and touched trees in his spare time. Dispel the anxiety that is gradually growing in my heart.

He was waiting, consuming, waiting for the water surface to drop to only about four or five feet from the bottom. He believed that there was still a last chance.

When almost all the holes in the pillars of the small island are exposed, he will search for them one by one, dig deep, and dig out the missing water spirit from the bottom of the water.

The little guy who was lucky enough to be born with water is very likely to be the key to his going out, and he only has this little hope left.

So he has to wait patiently for more than three years. The further back, the faster the water level will drop, which he has already concluded through observation.

The environment will become even worse, and the whole blessed land will become like a dead place. The trees will die, the waterfowl will disappear, and the fish will be hard to find.

The long sword swiped in the blue water, not too fast, just like swinging a sword on the ground long ago, the light of the sword was complicated and gorgeous, until the last sword stabbed upwards in a "flying style".

The sound of the water was splashing, and the momentum was huge. Jian Guang and the figure merged into one and rushed out of the water.

After killing twenty feet in the air, the sword energy soared into the sky, exploded in the sky, and reverberated for a long time.

Zhang Wenfeng volleyed out of thin air, his robe fluttering, with a fairy posture, and his face was flat without any fluctuations. His swordsmanship has reached the extreme of "fitting with the body" sword state, and he doesn't care much about when he can break through.

At present, finding a way to get out of trouble is the top priority.

Where there is life, there is hope.

He practiced swordsmanship in order to increase his strength, so as to prevent the world spirits from fighting him desperately in the final madness.

Standing quietly in the air, slowly coming out of the feeling of the sword state, the sun shines on his body, he will not feel hot, his gaze suddenly falls on the water near the small island in the east, where there is a slowly forming vortex, The waves spread around.

With a heartbeat, two ups and downs in the air, to the top of the water.

The vortex was already the size of a wellhead, black and bottomless, cold and cold air came out, the sound of water rushing rapidly affected the nearby water surface, and the movement gradually became louder.

He probed down with his divine sense, and just a few feet in, he was thrown out by an irresistible strange force.

"Third-order water technique?"

Zhang Wenfeng murmured to himself, and he sensed a trace of familiarity.

It was the water spirit that appeared, and it had miraculously reached the third level of cultivation. He thought for a moment, floated up more than ten feet, and waited quietly. He did not choose to attack the vortex below with his sword at this time.

The water will eventually come out, he just waited.

Chapter 454: The Edge of Collapse

The mouth of the vortex collapsed and expanded to a size of about three feet in a short time. The depth of the vortex was unknown, and the rumbling sound was very terrifying. The nearby water surface stirred up thin mist, and even the spiritual energy in the sky was affected.

Suddenly blowing up the wind, shaking the trees on the island, whirling branches and leaves.

The waterbirds flew in fright, uttered bursts of chirping, and flew to the farthest island to settle down.

Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the water surface was slowly falling. Using the nearby islands as a reference, the wet prints faded down one by one. It was very obvious that he was floating in the air with a motionless expression. Why did Shui Jingmei make such a big noise? ?

The huge noise caused by the vortex in the water quickly attracted the attention of the world spirits in the distant yellow sand underground.

Groups of yellow sand and mist rushed to the edge of the water, climbed into the air to observe the Taoist priest and the weirdness of the water surface, they dare not get too close to the Taoist priest, that is not a good temper, they draw their swords at each other if they disagree with each other, and they are very murderous. Not willing to provoke now.

Of course, let them catch the opportunity, they have to attack in groups and smash the stinky Taoist priest into thousands of pieces.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced around with indifferent eyes, and all the buzzing noises fell silent.

Continue to stare at the black hole vortex below, and in about a word, the entire water area drops five feet. If it falls with this momentum, it will take less than two hours for the water area to completely bottom out.

He was thinking whether Shui Jingmei was practicing kung fu or what?

Decided to wait another half an hour, the water level dropped to about six feet, if Shui Jingmei didn't show up again, he would greet her with the sword in his hand.