Taoist chanting

People don't get rich without windfalls, and horses don't get fat without night grass. She wants to use Zhang Guanzhu's luck to make a small windfall.

"As long as we return to the Taoist temple before the end of the month, we can have a few more days of fun on the road."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, the disciples who went to the border town for training set off at the end of the month, and he had to rush back to see them off.

The head of the mountain is very busy these days, and Senior Sister Yue is also out. Fortunately, there are disciples who can be dispatched.

Zhuang Mi led An Beiyuan and Shen Shan to redecorate and renovate the shops in Fangshi Street, Zhoucheng, and took turns to learn how to display goods, be a clerk, and be a shopkeeper in the shops of Xuanyunguan and Dengtianlou. .

Paying attention to everything is knowledgeable. If you want to run a shop well, you need to use your brain and work hard.

Zhang Xuandong, who had high hopes from the head of the mountain, took He He, Cui Zhongxian, and Shi Wenzhan all over the world, escorting the goods to the Three-tailed Demon Fox Department and the White Ape Department in the Broken Moon Demon Forest to trade goods, or to Baihuling to trade Baihua nectar with the flower and grass spirits.

The temple master made contacts everywhere, and the mountain leader consolidated the relationship behind him, and there was business everywhere.

The current business of Xianling Temple is mainly in Nanjiang Prefecture, Qizhou and Chongzhou, as well as the edge of the Broken Moon Demon Forest.

Yun Qiuhe was chatting, and suddenly asked: "Monastery Master, what do you mean by Yue Anyan? She has sealed her Qi machine and cannot receive summons. Otherwise, let's go all the way north and make an appointment with her. fun."

"Maybe it's something to gain. Find a place to retreat and study, and don't want people to disturb you."

"How many days can she retreat? Three to five days is a big deal. I have sent her several summons in the past ten days."

As Yun Qiuhe spoke, she took out another yellow talisman, recited a few words silently and waved it into the air. The yellow talisman turned into a yellow disc and circled twice before falling back into her hand. She said, "I'll try again when I get to the capital. Maybe it ran to the horizon, beyond the communication distance?"

Zhang Wenfeng guessed that the senior sister probably went to the southwest of Caomu Ridge. The senior sister learned the "knock on the mountain gate" formula. He heard that he and the donkey broke through the secret realm of Caomu Ridge, so they would try their luck no matter what.

Now is the late spring season, a good time to go to Caomu Ridge.

Accompanied by the carefree Yun Qiuhe who talks about everything, she doesn’t look lonely on the road. Unlike the donkey who likes to get to the bottom of things and makes her ears suffer, Yun Qiuhe is good at finding topics to chat with. She reads a lot of books and knows everything. I know a little bit, and I can say a few words.

The fragrance of beauty is like a spring breeze.

At dusk, the two arrived a few miles away from the south gate of the capital, and Zhang Wenfeng looked down from a high position.

The weather in the capital city is really not comparable to that of the state city. The cobweb-like streets are spread out layer by layer, orderly, large and small shops, lofts and courtyards are lined up.

He could feel the introverted pressure of the huge gossip formation in the capital.

Slowly landing on the ground, the two walked forward side by side.

Show your identity badge in front of the city gate with the "Cultivator Passage" plaque, and the monk on duty hurriedly saluted and said in a low voice: "Senior, you can fly freely after entering the city, please!"

There are some rules that don’t need to be reminded, such as flying over the imperial city and other Taoist sects.

After entering the city, Yun Qiuhe led the way with a light car, flew about five feet above the street, flew about fifty miles along the main street, entered the inner city, and found a big hotel nearby to spend five taels of silver to book a B-shaped guest house. Down.

"Fangshi Street in the capital city is on the east side. There are inns there. Death is expensive and death is expensive. If you stay in a small guest room for one night, you will get ten aura stones. If you book a guest house, you will get at least a hundred aura stones. Compared with the ones opened by mortals here The inn is nothing more than a formation to gather energy, and the aura is stronger, it is not as spacious as this place, where you can breathe."

Yun Qiuhe introduced to Guanzhu Zhang the way to save money, and pulled Guanzhu Zhang to the east.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the restaurants on the side of the street, and said: "It's hard work today, you choose a restaurant that tastes good, order a few dishes, and I'll treat you tonight."

There was a hint of cunning in Yun Qiuhe's eyes, and he said with a smile: "It's okay to live in the inn here, but when you arrive in the capital, you must go to the night market in Fangshi Street, where the tendons with spirit juice, roasted spirit potatoes, and roasted spirit mutton are delicious." Wait, it's really delicious!"

She was only thinking about that one bite, the autumn wind that blatantly hit the rich man.

I ate it the last time I came here, and I never forget the taste. It is very cost-effective to save the Lingqi stone for the accommodation and enjoy the snacks.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and followed the impatient woman towards Fangshi.

He can still meet this small request.

After entering Fangshi, there are a lot of monks visiting the night market in the corner. Male and female monks are in groups, most of them are eating with strings of fragrant barbecue, roasted sweet potatoes, etc. Some eat boldly, while others eat cautiously.

Yun Qiuhe is undoubtedly a bold pie. He ate all the way, his mouth was full of oil, and he kept saying it was delicious. Hanhu said: "You eat it too. Except for the capital, you can't eat it in other cities and towns. This spirit is delicious." Sheep are only produced in Panlong Temple and Yulong Temple, and Lingshu is a special product of Chongtian Temple and Yulong Temple, and they have a good way of making money, and they make a lot of money every year just relying on these snacks."

She, a half-hearted businessman, can figure out how profitable these gadgets are.

Zhang Wenfeng took a bite of a scorched little sweet potato, the aura contained in it was negligible to him, but the taste was really good, after eating, he asked in a low voice: "Can't other sects set up a night market here?"

"It's not that you can't show it. The big guy sells the face of the four major sects, and doesn't compete with the four major sects in the capital. Besides, there are no special products such as spiritual sheep and spiritual potatoes. The remaining spiritual corn, spiritual wheat, and spiritual rice can't be sold. Have you boiled porridge for sale?"

Yun Qiuhe explained through sound transmission, and continued to feast.

She heard from her master that for the time being, the sects are still accumulating strength, and after a few years, the sect's business will be expanded, and there is nothing that cannot be done.

Zhang Wenfeng wondered if he could boil the ling rice and sell it as porridge, and roast the ling corn and ling vegetables for sale.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and monks are no exception. There are more varieties and better taste. If you catch the stomach of a female monk, you also grab the wallet of a male monk. This business is very profitable.

When Tu Kun reached the fourth rank, Xianling Temple would naturally become a first-class sect.

When the strength is reached, no one will make irresponsible remarks when doing these small profitable businesses, and will only take it for granted.

Chapter 486

Satisfied with the meal, Yun Qiuhe carefully wiped the grease on his fingers and the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief to dissipate the smoke from his body, and then accompanied Guanzhu Zhang to the Fangshi shop opposite.

Fangshi only hits the ocean when it is midnight, and the inner city is a city that never sleeps.

The golden cave is full of flowers and bustling, and the lights are lit until dawn at midnight.

Listening to Yun Qiuhe's introduction, Zhang Wenfeng strolled along various streets, and walked into a big shop selling talismans on the way. He spent [-] spiritual energy stones to buy five flying swords of communication. The communication runes on each flying sword can control Twenty back and forth.

What he bought was the cheapest communication flying sword, which was driven by a third-level cultivation base, and could be used within ten thousand miles. If the runes were exhausted, he had to spend aura stones to find a special rune master to redraw them.

After wandering around for a while, the two of them flew back to the inn to rest leisurely.

Zhang Wenfeng read Lingzhi's book for a while, and then meditated to adjust his breath.

Early in the morning of the second day, after homework, Yun Qiuhe and Yun Qiuhe had a simple breakfast, and the two of them headed east out of the city, flew about a hundred miles, and arrived at the gate of Chongtian Palace. The beauty of fairy spirits can be compared.

The mountain is high into the clouds, and the ancient trees are dense. The mountain gate in front of you alone is extraordinary.

Two hundred-foot-high cliffs and rocky mountains are like huge stone pillars, with a [-]-foot-wide majestic gate tower across the middle, and the bluestone road stretches behind, I don’t know how far away, pavilions and pavilions are hidden among flowers, plants and trees, you can get a glimpse of the background of Dazongmen .

The Immortal Temple was built by Master Xuanmu casually back then, and he was very careless about the site selection and specifications.

In the future, I can only compare my achievements with these big sects. If the mountains are not high, there are immortals and spirits.

Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward to reveal his identity, and the three gatekeepers hurriedly bowed their hands and saluted, saying that the suzerain had an explanation, and asked Guanzhu Zhang and fellow Taoist Yun to wait for them to report.

After a while, a group of Taoist priests came from behind the mountain along the Qingshi Road.

Wu Bingyuan, the patriarch of the Chongtian Palace, and the deacon of Zhike came. Behind them were the eight disciples of the Zhike Academy. They opened the main door according to the etiquette rules, and asked and answered questions meticulously to welcome Guanzhu Zhang and Yun Qiuhe, the accompanying guests.

Wu Bingyuan was wearing a formal purple dress with a red-pattern presiding robe, a lotus crown on his head, and a nine-light jade pendant hanging around his waist. He said politely, and entered the main gate of the mountain gate with Guanzhu Zhang, and walked along the Qingshi Road. , there is no need for him to come forward in person.

After walking for seven or eight miles, I climbed over two mountains and reached the halfway up the highest peak.

Overlooking the mountains below, there are thin white mist floating around, exotic flowers and plants, a good place like a fairyland.

Enter the Taoist temple in the middle of the mountain to burn incense, and then please go to the side hall to serve tea.

The aura on Chongtian Peak is particularly strong, clean and elegant, and people are rarely seen walking around.

Zhang Wenfeng showed a standard Taoist etiquette, with a clear smile on his face, and Wu Bingyuan, who was sitting upright, talked about the technique of spiritual planting. He knew that the other party wanted to test him, so he responded calmly. His suzerain despised him as the master of this small Taoist temple.

Yun Qiuhe sat upright, didn't say a word, and didn't look sideways.

Listening to the conversation between the two, she felt exhausted. There were too many rules in the Dazong sect, red tape, every word and deed was full of talk. In the side hall stood eight Taoist priests of the gradually weakening realm, all silent, and there were special The female disciple boiled water and poured tea, the technique looked pleasing to the eye.

After three rounds of tea, Wu Bingyuan smiled and said: "The auspicious time is coming, Master Zhang, please move to the spiritual garden in the back mountain."

"Sect Master Wu, please!"

The two got up and greeted each other, walked out of the side hall and walked along the Qingshi Road to the back mountain. Yun Qiuhe walked with the Zhike Daochang with a warm smile. lady.

Walking into a place with strict rules and customs, she must pretend when she should.

When she came here before, where could she see Wu Bingyuan, the great suzerain?

It is also inconvenient for friends I know to appear on such occasions.

The group came to the Houshan Spiritual Garden and walked into the courtyard gate protected by a large formation. The spiritual energy inside was like light smoke and mist, flowing slowly. In the hazy mist, there was an ancient tree whose branches and leaves spread hundreds of feet. like water.

Wu Bingyuan apologized to Zhang Wenfeng: "The spiritual nursery is an important place, please take care of Master Zhang."

Zhang Wenfeng saw Sect Master Wu glance at Yun Qiuhe behind him, and the others, including the Zhike Daoist, stood far away, understanding what Sect Master Wu meant.

Yun Qiuhe had already spoken: "Monastery Lord, I'm chatting with Daoist Song outside the door, so I won't disturb your business."

The know-it-all Taoist laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Yun has a lot of knowledge and knowledge, so I will ask you a little more about it."

Zhang Wenfeng still had a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to invite, and walked into the gate of the courtyard with Sect Master Wu. Inside, a middle-aged Taoist priest in a short robe stepped forward to salute, and accompanied them to the front of the fence of the ancient tree.

"Guanzhu Zhang, please let go of your actions!"

"It's ugly."

This is the first time Zhang Wenfeng has seen an ancient tree as huge and rugged as a hill. It seems to be overwhelmed. The trunk of the old tree is not high and splits in the middle. tree hole.

He raised his head along the fence and looked carefully. When the courtyard door was opened, he noticed that the old tree was dead, exuding a faint breath of death. , People who don't know how to do it are not easy to feel.

He has experienced the ancient elm tree Sangong back then, and has a similar experience.

Looking around, he wondered, why didn't this vermilion wood with a life span of more than 5000 years not give birth to essence?He didn't see any traces of Jingmei.

"Master Wu, please allow me to start to investigate, the vitality of the ancient vermilion tree has been lost abnormally."

"Open the fence, Guanzhu Zhang is a master of spiritual planting."

Wu Bingyuan gave instructions to the Taoist priest guarding the Lingyuan garden, and the expert would know if there was any by stretching out his hand. He communicated with Guanzhu Zhang for a while, and he was quite compliant, and he was a knowledgeable person who could tell that the loss of Zhu Mu's vitality was abnormal.

Zhang Wenfeng walked into the gate of the fence formation that the middle-aged Taoist priest opened with a jade pendant. Under the Taoist's signal, he put his hand on the dark brown branch that stretched obliquely in front of him. He closed his eyes slightly, and silently recited scriptures to calm himself down. Slowly cover the cold branches with your own wood energy, and slowly feel the subtle fluctuations of the ancient tree.

During his several years in the blessed land of Bishuitang, what he did most was chanting scriptures and practicing swords underwater, and the second most was communicating with various trees.

He has a lot of experience in this regard. Trees have perception, and the fluctuations of emotions are not complicated, but it is not easy to communicate. Trees are slow and ignore the information from the outside world.

After a long time, he noticed a trace of imperceptible sadness in the ancient tree.

No matter how much he used wood energy to "call" the ancient tree, he didn't get any response. This old tree seemed to be... dying.

But here, no matter what, he had to use his own means to try.

What if luck turns around?

I learned from Jin Qiaoyan that the remuneration offered by the Chongtian Palace is quite sincere. If the ancient tree is saved, the vermilion fruit produced by the ancient tree will be divided into [-]% in the future. Three fourth-order materials will be given to a shop in Fang City, Zhouzhou below.

Everything is mouth-watering, not to mention so many heavy rewards.

With great rewards, there must be a brave man. Except for the Da'an Dynasty, the Confucianism of the Daying Dynasty in the east, the Daoist school of the Dayi Dynasty in the northeast, and the Buddhism of the Daliang Dynasty in the west have all sent people to try, but unfortunately no one has been able to fulfill their wish.

Zhang Wenfeng let go of his right hand, walked out of the fence, and said to Wu Bingyuan, "I have a method of nourishing vitality wood. I will use it on the open space first. If Sect Master Wu feels that it will not damage the ancient tree, I will try it on the trunk and leaves. What's Wu Zong's idea?"

Chongtian Temple valued this tree too much, so he had to be cautious.

I would rather not earn a reward and put myself in an invincible position first.

Wu Bingyuan showed a smile on his face. He had a good impression of this famous young temple master. Just because of his willingness to think for others, he was worth making friends with. He said, "Thank you Zhang Guanzhu for your understanding, please!"

Zhang Wenfeng pretended to gesture with both hands according to the Lingzhi hand formula he had learned these days, speciously, clicked and stopped, and lightly shouted: "Get up!" Magical powers.

Suddenly, a cloud of green mist about three feet in size appeared in the air, slowly circling.

The green light shimmers slightly, and the vitality is mysterious.

Chapter 487

Wu Bingyuan is a man of knowledge, he could sense that the green mist Zhang Guanzhu used the wooden method was not simple, his face was moved, and he quickly reached out his hand to signal Zhang Guanzhu to treat Zhu Mu, worried that the potency of the medicine would be lost.

The middle-aged Taoist priest next to him is a spiritual planter who specializes in taking care of ancient trees, so he quickly opened the fence formation.

Zhang Wenfeng got permission, so he approached the ancient tree unhurriedly. With a wave of his hand, the green mist gently pounced on the rocky trunk like a cloud, and the vitality of the wood slowly soaked in. About a quarter of an hour, a huge cloud of green mist Run out.

He reached out to catch a branch and checked the condition of the ancient tree again.

The middle-aged Taoist went under the tree to examine it carefully with his hands, and took out two utensils to detect the places where the tree trunk absorbed the green mist.

Zhang Wenfeng felt it for a long time, the huge ancient tree absorbing the cloud of green mist was simply a drop in the bucket, he still couldn't feel any fluctuations in improvement, he was a little discouraged, walked out of the fence, slightly shook his head at Wu Bingyuan who was asking with winks, and apologized: "Zhang A certain school has limited learning and cannot help Sect Master Wu..."

The middle-aged Taoist put away the utensils in his hands, and hurriedly said: "Guardian Zhang is too humble. After Guanzhu Zhang's treatment, although there is no immediate effect, Sang has noticed that the old vermilion tree seems to be getting better. Could you ask Guanzhu Zhang to treat it a few more times?"

Hearing Hanhu's statement that "there seems to be signs of improvement", Wu Bingyuan showed joy on his face, and said, "Master Zhang, please do it a few more times, 'sickness comes like a mountain, and goes away like silk'. The old tree is seriously ill and needs to be used Relief, please."

If they used some wolf-hugger tactics as soon as they came up, and used the powerful medicine to squeeze the potential of the ancient tree, they would stop it immediately.

In order to covet the rewards offered by the Chongtian Palace, they have seen a lot of people trying to get fame in the past few years.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Thanks to the vulgar tricks of the two of you, I'd rather be respectful than obedient, and come back to treat Gushu again in the future."

Wu Bingyuan walked out with Guanzhu Zhang. He admired the young Guanzhu's approach of not rushing for quick success, and said: "There are several courtyards in the Bizongzhikeyuan that are full of aura and the scenery is passable. Why don't Guanzhu Zhang choose a place to live? Also let Wu Do your best for the Lord."