Taoist chanting

After practicing sword until the sun was sinking and the dusk was falling, Zhang Wenfeng and Yun Qiuhe, who was reading in the yard, walked out of the inn and went to Fangshi Street in Dongcheng, where they ate barbecue skewers. The rumors are all speculations exchanged between friends in private, and they dare not discuss it openly.

After visiting several robes, shoes and hats shops, Zhang Wenfeng wanted to choose a third-tier treasured robe for himself. The vestments and Taoist robes from long ago were no longer suitable for use, and they were all damaged.

After comparing it, he didn't choose one except for the jaw-dropping price.

Yun Qiuhe's sound transmission suggested: "Tomorrow, go to the 'Zhen Pavilion' of Dao Lu Yuan to have a look, uu read books? There are many treasures left over 500 years ago in the 'Ji Bao Yuan' over there, and you need to use merit points or rare materials exchange."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded: "That's the only way."

At present, the real good things are not sold in shops by various sects, they are all waiting for the opportunity to sell.

It is not easy to earn merit points. He is able to earn merit points by himself because of the five third-level witch cultivators before and after he and the soil liquid, as well as his great achievements in Guizailing. His meritorious service exceeds that of many sects.

Tier [-] witch cultivators are not so easy to kill, it depends on the opportunity.

Buy a few jade talisman embryos, and return to the inn late at night.

When the sun rose over the treetops on the second day, Taoist Song, the Zhiguo of Chongtian Palace, came to visit with two disciples.

Please enter the main room of the guest courtyard and sit down. After exchanging greetings, Taoist Song presented three gifts: an egg-sized third-grade colorful cloud gold, a third-grade thunder-fire bead and the same elegant hollowed-out ancient jade pen holder.

The gift is neither light nor heavy, and the words are humble and comfortable.

Zhang Wenfeng evaded it twice, but the kindness was hard to accept.

Song Daoren also specially prepared a small incense burner for Yun Qiuhe. The hollow decoration technique is the same as that of the ancient jade pen holder.

The host and guest talked happily and drank a pot of spiritual tea. Song Daoren took his disciples to leave.

"Song Daoren is really good at talking, he's too polite, even a little character like me, a follower, has a gift."

Yun Qiuhe looked at the simple and simple incense burner, smiling like a flower. She had never seen a person with shallow eye sockets before, but she just thought that the incense burner and the pen holder were a good match, delicate and exquisite, and she felt happy when she saw it.

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It was late in the morning, and the chapter I wrote was not good, the language was boring and off topic, it was deleted, and it was difficult to write in daily life.

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Chapter 492

When the sun was setting, the two flew from the capital to Moon Crow Lake, which was [-] miles away.

The sunset is like fire, reflected on Zhang Wenfeng's newly changed navy blue Taoist robe. He bowed his hands and saluted silently to show respect.

Zhang Wenfeng's expression was indifferent, neither arrogant nor enthusiastic, he kept raising his hands in return.

Yun Qiuhe's pink face was even brighter than rouge, and he said with a smile, "A person relies on clothes and a horse relies on a saddle. The temple master looks more dazzling and unparalleled in this outfit, which is so brilliant."

"Yeah, I think it's just normal."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled like a spring breeze, and didn't care about his own people's teasing and teasing.

He and Yun Qiuhe went to the Jibaoyuan to choose treasure clothes. They were dazzled and spent [-] merit points to exchange for this set of "Tibetan Wood Taoist Robes", which means "Hidden trees are hidden in the forest, and no one will see them". Another [-] merit points were exchanged for the cloud-climbing boots he was wearing.

The whole person has a completely new look, Yun Qiuhe even said it looks good, and asked him to wear it on his body to refine it.

In a short time, he still couldn't absorb the brilliance of Baoyi.

He flaunted and flew all the way like this, and he didn't bother to take it off, because he thought it was troublesome, and in Yun Qiuhe's words, "no one knows anyway".

Yun Qiuhe smiled so much that her eight fine teeth were exposed. She had given up pretending to be a fairy to maintain a ladylike image in front of the temple master.

"The master of the temple is so calm and calm, with a clear mind of inaction, it's hard for a little girl to flatter a horse."

"Then learn more."

"Haha, I can't learn it. The master's skill is so profound that he has already practiced it to the point of shame."

"Why don't you think so? Fairy Yun, please don't flatter me."

"...I can't, my stomach hurts from laughing."

Yun Qiuhe's unremarkable flowers and branches trembled wildly, and the audience actually liked to tell jokes when she was not so serious. She hadn't laughed like this for a long time, and watching the magnificent sunset of Yueya Lake, it was a different kind of beauty and warmth.

Moon Crow Lake, which is more than [-] miles away, looks like the sky and water from a distance, and sparkles nearby.

There are flocks of water birds, and the rays of the sun reflect each other.

The glare of the lake is so beautiful.

The two were suspended in the air, watching the sunset under the water, the colorful clouds in the sky slowly faded, the sky was dim, and there were colorful lights on the beach and grass by the lake gradually lit up, the lake was elongated and the light and shadow were rippling, and there were voices whispering.

"Let's go down and choose a place. This area is the best place to enjoy the sunset and sunrise of the lake. It's not far from the capital. There are many monks who come here because of the name."

Yun Qiuhe has been here twice, flying lightly on the lake, and slowly falling to a slightly remote dark place: "It is unfortunate that we came this time, if a few nights before and after the full moon, under the bright moon, there would be tens of thousands of silver-white The moon crows are circling and dancing on the lake, which is very spectacular."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Let's come again when we have a chance."

He dropped by to accompany Yun Qiuhe, who was stuck in a bottleneck and couldn't extricate himself, to walk around.

Yun Qiuhe didn't answer the words, and the host couldn't take some comforting words seriously. He fell on the grass, took out two specially prepared lanterns from the storage bag, lit them, and put them on the ground with a bamboo pole, leaning against each other. .

"Actually, we don't need to light lanterns. You sit here, my lord, and it will be the brightest lantern."

"Fairy Yun wants to get rich, just say it, my own, [-]% discount."

Zhang Wenfeng took out a straw futon, sat on the grass, and slowly refined the Tibetan wooden Taoist robe and cloud-climbing boots on his body. He had ample meritorious deeds, and the level [-] treasures he specially selected were more difficult to refine than level [-] magic weapons. carry on.

"You are beautiful."

Yun Qiuhe threw the host on the futon on her side, moved a little closer, waved a water polo to wash his hands, took out fruits, food, and drinks and placed them on a felt between the two of them, eating and drinking Watching the master refine the Taoist robe on his body.

The colored light is like a firefly swirling, illuminating the surrounding area with colorful lights, which is really mysterious and beautiful.

In the dark night, the lake breeze is blowing, and the grass and trees are fragrant.

Yun Qiuhe finished eating a fruit in his hand, turned his head to look to the right, and saw two short figures walking in the dark.

Two eleven or twelve-year-old children came, the thin girl in the blue Taoist gown, holding a few misty pink flowers and plants in both hands, standing still two feet away, with a shy look on her face, alone She saluted and asked softly, "Sister Fairy, how many fresh Moon Shadow Flowers would you like to buy?"

He glanced curiously at the man with flowing light on his body.

A few feet behind her, a little boy dressed as a Taoist child refused to go there, hiding in the darkness.

Yun Qiuhe asked with a smile: "How do you sell Moon Shadow Flower? Are you apprentices from the nearby Moon Crow Temple?"

The little girl took a few steps closer and held up the flowers, "Back to Sister Fairy, we are apprentices of the Moon Crow Temple. This bouquet of nine Moon Shadow Flowers only needs one spirit stone."

Yun Qiuhe glanced at the temple master, motioned the little guy to come closer, and said, "This is Fanhua, why do I need a spirit stone? Isn't money enough?"

"Sister Fairy, the moon shadow flowers cultivated by our Taoist temple are different from other places. The flowers are elegant and not vulgar. They are unbeatable for nine days after being picked. After drying, they are put in a sachet and have a long-lasting fragrance. They are famous for hundreds of miles away."

The little girl tried her best to explain, trying to get her beautiful sister to buy a bouquet of flowers.

Yun Qiuhe didn't pick up the flowers, and said with a smile, "I still think it's a bit expensive."

Zhang Wenfeng stood up and took out a spirit stone, handed it to the overjoyed little girl, and asked, "Do you often come to the lake to sell flowers?"

"Thank you Xianchang. I came here the day before yesterday, and today is the second time."

The little girl happily held the faintly radiant spirit stone in her palm. She recognized the authenticity and handed the flower to the generous guest who was full of fairy spirit. The smiling Yun Qiuhe took it and placed it under her nose gently. smell.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the little flower girl in front of him, and asked, "What's your name? How many years have you practiced?"

"Hui Xianchang, my name is Qian Jing, 'Jing' next to Yu, and I have practiced Taoism for more than two years."

When the girl talked about her practice, she looked a little unnatural.

It wasn't long before she found the sense of Qi after two years of cultivation. I heard that it is basically impossible to advance to Hua Qi. She was ordered by the Taoist priests to do some chores in the fields and flower gardens.

"Qian Jing...it's been more than two years..."

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and left muttering, very pleased with the name.

He was able to see the little girl and the little boy with many flowers on his back at a glance before he cultivated his sense of breath, and he sent a voice transmission to the little girl who bowed and walked towards the dark place: "If the three-year period expires, the moon crow will not be able to see it." Take you in, if you want to practice Taoism, you can come to the fairy temple in Nanjiang Prefecture."

He didn't say his name, nor did he say where the Fairy Spirit Temple is located in Nanjiang Prefecture?

To come or not to come is all a matter of fate.

The little girl was surprised and remained silent, so she quickened her pace and ran, and ran to the sandy place with densely lit lights with the little boy. It will open today, hoping to have a good harvest, and let the priests pay more attention to the two of them. smile.

"What? Special qualifications?"

Yun Qiuhe's face was hidden behind the flowers, her eyes and forehead were exposed, and she asked curiously.

She saw that the two children were of ordinary aptitude and could practice Taoism, but they would cost a lot of resources.

"No, look at the close eye and take care of the business."

Zhang Wenfeng sat down again, and continued to sacrifice the Taoist robes and boots on his body.

Yun Qiuhe smiled and said, "This flower is really nice. I will dry it in the sun in a few days and put it in a sachet to keep it longer."

Chapter 493

Sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, Zhang Wenfeng used Yuan Qi to warm and nourish the treasure, and at the same time separated his consciousness, watching the little figure trekking in the dark from above to sell Moon Shadow Flowers on the beach in and out. I can't get it off my mind.

Cultivated to the third level of comfort, has touched the soul level, and some mysterious and mysterious perceptions cannot be explained clearly.

Looking at the little girl again, looking at it from all angles, the sense of familiarity is almost indistinguishable.

The brilliance on his body hovered and flickered rhythmically, and he watched quietly with his spiritual consciousness.

In the dark night, the lakeside lights are dotted, and most of the monks who come to Moon Crow Lake to enjoy the scenery are fading monks, in groups of three or four, or in pairs. Some nuns will ask about the sales of little flower girls. No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, they are not eye-catching. If you wave your hand to tell the flower girl to go away, whose spirit stone is not blown by the wind?

A female monk whose atmosphere was disturbed by the little girl yelled at her with stern expressions.

The little girl apologized in a panic and backed away. When she turned around and trotted, she stretched out her small left arm to wipe her forehead. The momentary expression of grievance with pursed lips and nose wrinkled her nose caused Zhang Wenfeng, who was "watching" from a distance, to stir slightly in his heart.

It made him inexplicably sad.

He has already determined that there is some kind of connection between that little girl and him, perhaps in a previous life?

He was a little dazed, and couldn't tell whether he was Zhang Kedao or Zhang Wenfeng for a while?

It's like the confusion in a dream where you don't know if you are a guest.

Putting the Moon Shadow Flower in a porcelain vase with a thin neck and big belly, Yun Qiuhe, who was fiddling with nine flowers, noticed that the brilliance of the opposite temple master was messed up, and seeing the temple master opened his eyes, he asked in surprise: "Monastery master, do you have something on your mind? "

If you are not calm, you can't forcefully refine treasures.

Zhang Wenfeng turned to face the woman, and said, "That flower girl, at first glance, I felt... so familiar, but I can't remember, when did I see it?"

Yun Qiuhe thought about it and said: "According to the ancient records, people occasionally see familiar scenes, or a certain person, that is a place they have been to in their previous life, or they have met relatives who have intersected in their previous life. After our monks become stronger, this kind of The feeling is getting sharper, since you feel familiar, you can't be wrong, meeting her in the vast sea of ​​people is a kind of fate, not to be missed, bring her back to the fairy temple."

Zhang Wenfeng tapped his forehead, and said, "I have to find out, who is she?"

He stood up, walked into the darkness, and fell into deep thought.

Spiritual consciousness still followed that little figure to the west beach. In his previous life on earth, even if he had the soul of an acquaintance, he probably couldn't come to this world, so it can only be the intersection of his current life.

He suddenly thought of a relative whom he had inadvertently forgotten in a corner.

I was a little stunned for a while, the sister who was three years older than him and married far away at the age of 15, had very little news before he came to this world, and it was completely cut off after that. Many years passed, and Mohu's memory seemed to be swept away by the tide. After rushing through, the brilliance gradually appeared in my mind.

The expression of pursing his mouth and wrinkling his nose because he was wronged and dare not cry, gradually overlapped with the little flower seller in front of him.

He suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. He subconsciously avoided the relatives who didn't want to get involved in the cause and effect, and he had already died once!

Bouncing around, thin and small, with a shofar braid.

There seemed to be a sweet voice echoing in my ears.

"Brother, brother!"

He turned his head up to the sky, tears were streaming down his face, he turned his back and waved his hands towards Yun Qiuhe who was about to come over, his heart felt like colic, and his fists were clenched tightly. What kind of nonsense.

The elder sister who took care of him since he was a child, carried him with his back, for fear that he would fall and bump him, and let his elder sister have something delicious first.

It was the cause and effect of his constant beheading in this life!

Yun Qiuhe saw Guanzhu's tears, she didn't go there, the temple had already remembered who the little flower girl was, she was sad for the audience, but also thankful for the audience, she still met somewhere.

She watched the temple master wipe away tears and walked northwestward.

About an hour later, the master came back from the darkness, smiled apologetically at her, sat cross-legged on the futon and closed his eyes to meditate.

Yun Qiuhe replaced the lantern with new candles, and practiced until dawn overnight.

The sun rises on the Great Lake, filled with mist, hazy scenery, changing brilliance, and birds flying over the water. The monks spread out over the lake, watching quietly, and comprehending the scene that the sun is gradually brightening and blazing like a plate.