Taoist chanting

When the new vermilion tree slowly grew five feet above the ground, it was already dusk, and the old man only had one head floating in the air, grinning: "Brother, please!"

It turned into a thin stream of black air and threw it into the new saplings, and several dark green leaves shook slightly.

"Congratulations to the old man!"

Zhang Wenfeng handed him off, but the old man didn't ask him to promise anything, nor did he promise how to take care of the newborn Zhu Mu.

The old man let go completely and walked freely. After more than 5000 years of ups and downs, he returned to the world.

Use a hoe to dig out a circular furrow at a position about Zhang Xu outside the saplings, and then go to the nearby to break a few branches, and simply create a low fence, summon Hu Qiang'er, and give a few instructions to let He took more care of this vermilion sapling.

Hu Qiang'er agreed to fall into the pen, knelt down and gently stroked the thick young leaves, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Master, is the old sprite that gave birth to this vermilion wood just now alive?"

His body is rooted on the western slope of Xianling Mountain, not too far away from Xitan Ridge.

The moment the remnant soul of the old sprite appeared, he noticed it, but he didn't show up without the permission of the temple master.

He couldn't understand the mantra the old man was chanting, but he could empathize and feel sad.

"Senior Chiwei's body has been destroyed, and the main soul is gone. The purpose of keeping this remnant soul is to give birth to descendants. He left without any regrets. You should take care of this sapling for him. Don't think too much about it."

Zhang Wenfeng said a few simple words, and did not describe Chiwei's tragic past in detail, so as not to hurt Hu Qiang'er and cast a shadow in his heart.

The story of the vermilion ancestral tree in the Chongtian Temple is over. It is not up to him to investigate who is right, and he has nothing to do with him. Then he will find another sect to buy a vermilion spiritual plant, and plant it there casually, so that he can pretend to be a fake. The effect is done.

Resisting the hoe and going down the mountain, after a simple wash, he flew to the top of the mountain to do his homework.

There is such a rare red sapling on the mountain, and it will greet the mountain chief.

The head of the mountain has recorded and registered all the spiritual plants of the trees on the site. The details include how old the trees are, when they bloom and bear fruit, and how old they are when they mature.

the next morning.

Zhang Wenfeng and the head of the mountain saw the five disciples who were all ready to go in the small training hall, and they had already explained clearly. He took out a black pouch from his cuff, handed it to Wei Jingjie, who is the team leader, and said with a smile: "I will lend it to you, let's go out of the city." It's more convenient when you're practicing."

Shi Nanguan yelled "Wow": "It's a storage bag, Monastery Master, the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, you can't be so obvious."

The head of the mountain didn't keep a straight face today, and even had an amiable smile on his face.

Wei Jingjie took the storage bag and cupped his hands to thank him, with a trace of excitement in his eyes. His custom-made large gun can be unscrewed and stored in the storage bag when he doesn't need to keep it in his hand all the time, so that he can sneak around outside the city to hide his whereabouts.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the other disciples who looked quite moved but did not dare to be presumptuous like Shi Nanguan, and said with a smile: "If you come back alive, you can come to me to exchange for a storage bag with one hundred merit points. This time I exchanged a lot of storage bags from the capital."

The storage bags developed by Daolu Institute are currently not in large quantities, and they must be exchanged for meritorious service points, and there are some regulations.

Shi Nanguan grinned and said, "Monastery Master, lend me one first, and I will definitely pay you one hundred merit points when I come back."

The others were eager to try and looked at the head of the mountain.

The head of the mountain widened his eyes and reprimanded: "Your skin is itchy? Bargain with the master. Don't you understand the meaning of the master? You must come back alive!"

The five stood up straight at the same time, clasped their hands and said solemnly: "Yes, they all came back alive."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and waved his hands: "Let's go!"

He and Shan Chang have been singing the red face and the bad face for many years.

A group of people and the silent donkey carrying large and small bags walked to the archway. All the disciples who stayed in the Taoist temple and did not go out lined up to see them off. Wei Xingde, the old cripple and others were there.

Watching the five people and one donkey soar into the air and fly westward until there are no shadows, the head of the mountain ordered all the disciples to disperse.

The old cripple comforted Wei Xingde in a low voice: "I bought the donkey a drink last night, and I explained to it carefully that I must watch over several children. Don't worry, the donkey day is very capable and won't put them in danger."

Wei Xingde nodded repeatedly, his throat was blocked badly.

I want to say a few words of pride, but I can't say anything for a while.

Glancing at the burly and strong young son beside him, I feel a little lucky in my heart, fortunately there is a good-for-nothing by my side, so I don't need them to worry about being parents. Alas, it may not be a good thing for a son to be good-for-nothing.

In the courtyard of the forest to the east, a woman was wiping her red eyes vigorously, the tears could not stop flowing, she stretched her neck to look at the sky in the west, and another woman beside her kept comforting her.

Zhang Wenfeng and Hu Qiang'er walked eastward along the stream, inspecting the lush green spiritual plants or fruit tree gardens, and when they came down, it was almost noon. Lingzhi still needs your attention."

"Master, don't worry, it's all Qiang'er's business."

Hu Qiang'er raised her head and said with a smile, there was a hint of loneliness hidden in her eyes.

"After I finish my work, I will stop by Baihu Ridge to see if I can invite Sister Luxin'er as a guest."

Zhang Wenfeng touched the top of the little sprite's head and flew into the air.

Hu Qiang'er exclaimed happily: "If they are not free, you can invite other sisters as well."

It's still that the viewer understands him, Mr. Donkey will be away for a year, Lu Huan stays out at night, and he has no playmates of the same kind.

Chapter 496

Five people and one donkey slowly flew down from the sky onto the gravel road. The sun was already low. Wei Jingjie raised his head and looked up at the green and black city five miles ahead. Wei Lin shouted: "Go, enter the city!"

Shi Nanguan still had a smile on his face, "Let's go, let's go, earn merit points."

Followed by Yan Jing, who is gentle and not talkative, with a melon-shaped face, put her left hand on the scabbard, feeling a little nervous.

The danger and cruelty of Dingxi City, she went to the county town to read many books and newspapers during this period, and she knew it very well. superior.

Shang Qingyun, who was a little fat and round-faced like a baby, stepped on his feet and looked at the gate of the city in the distance curiously, and then turned his head to Tie Jinlin, who was tall and slightly dark, and smiled: "Old Tie, let's go to the shop after entering the city? Familiar with the inner city quotes."

"Don't get any money, don't try to think of me, you go shopping with the captain, the captain has private money."

Tie Jinlin clutched the bag around his waist, and hurriedly imitated his face.

Before setting off, the temple master handed him 300 taels of silver tickets and [-] spirit stones, which were the expenses of the five of them for a year. Although eating big pot meals in the city does not cost money, but going out of the city to practice and fight, injuries are inevitable, and money is spent There may be many places.

He has to be tight, not to spend too much.

"Old man, why are you being so f*cking, the captain's private money should be saved to marry a daughter-in-law."

Shang Qingyun glanced at the straight figure in front of him, and made a joke with a low smile.

After leaving the Taoist temple, they were not under the eyes of the head of the mountain, and without restraint, their personalities were fully exposed. Some were active, some were aggressive, some were playful, and gentleness like Yan Jing was a minority after all.

"Yunyun, if you marry the captain, you will have money to go shopping every day..."

Shi Nanguan turned around and walked backwards, and said with a smirk.

"Pumpkin, you have a mean mouth, I won't tear your broken mouth..."

Shang Qingyun is like a cat whose tail has been trampled on, bypassing Yan Jing in front to beat the little fat man who burned the fire on her body, while Tie Jinlin behind laughed and lit the fire, saying: "Yes, marrying the captain is good every day Drink spicy ones, shopping makes your feet weak."

Wei Jingjie, who walked like the wind with a firm eye in front, said without turning his head, "Shut up!"

The squabbling behind immediately disappeared, and everyone returned to their original positions.

Shi Nanguan was punched twice, rubbed his chest, and deliberately grinned at the girl who was separated by Yan Jing.

Shang Qingyun couldn't help but stopped, and stomped hard on Tie Jinlin who couldn't dodge behind him. The pain caused the big man to hug his left foot to suck air and jump on one foot. Why was it me who was injured?

Behind it is a wooden donkey. It has been to Dingxi City before, and it was the one who led the way in the air, so the group did not fly around the wrong way. It listened to the fight in front of it, and it was a little bored.

It shoulders heavy responsibilities and cannot play happily with everyone. It is so boring to pretend to be a donkey.

The group walked to the heavily guarded city gate, and Wei Jingjie stepped forward to show the documents and ID cards of the Daolu Branch of the county seat, and the gatekeeper monk verified the identities of other people, and they were taken to the "Xiya Building" in the city to report and register .

The buildings in the city are mainly made of stone, with sharp edges and corners, without too many carvings, which looks very clumsy.

Over time, the cobblestone roads in the streets have been turned into gravel roads, with potholes and dust, making the whole city look gray and not refreshing.

The young monk leading the way in front was dressed in black clothes, and hurried on the road, walking through the streets without saying a word.

There were groups of monks wandering around in the city, and from time to time, someone would whistle at the two young and beautiful women in the young and tender team, and greet them with hippie smiles.

Wei Jingjie walks as usual. He used to take the viewer as a model long ago, and wanted to learn how to move freely. Later, he found that he was clumsy, not good at words, and could not learn the essence of the charm. He is highly regarded by the head of the mountain, and he has learned a lot of principles of life through precepts and deeds. He said solemnly: "Don't pay attention to them, the business is important!"

Shi Nanguan shook his fist at those guys.

"Hehe, the little fat man has a pretty good cultivation, come on, play heads-up, and bet on thirty stones to win or lose!"

"Hey, Baibai is tender and tender, you can pinch water, I bet ten stones, Lao Tong will win."

"Fart, I bet a stone that little fat brother will win, little fat man, how about a game?"

All kinds of voices that are not too big to watch the excitement, Shi Nanguan is so angry with the dirty words about Yan Jing and monk Qingyun that he can't wait to do it. Too much.

Wei Jingjie stopped in his tracks, stared at the brawny man who made the most fuss, and said, "One-on-one is okay, follow us to Xiya Building, after registration, go to the fighting ring, choose me or the little fat man as your opponent, bet a hundred spirit stones Within, follow you!"

Before he came out, he already knew the rules of Dingxi City.

The monks gathered together, and it was the place where the border was fought again. There was more blood and hostility, and there were more fights in the city than fighting.

Bullying new rookies is also the hobby of those monks and veterans, and there are many things about setting up bets and even cheating.

When Shi Nanguan saw the captain stand up at a critical moment, he suddenly got excited and shouted: "Hey, big fool, let's play a game, the fat man really doesn't know how to fight, he will cry for a long time after being punched, don't be silly, Bet on Fatty to lose."

Smiling and pointing at the group of people who just made a fuss.

What's the point?They are all gangsters who are not stingy with hob meat, and it is serious for him to win the spirit stone.

The monk leading the way stopped to watch the excitement, with a smile on his face.

"Brother Tong, you didn't respond to the challenge even after being called out by name and pointed at your nose? Didn't you fucking lose the guy in your crotch?"

"Damn it, Lao Tong is thinking about betting it all, or keeping a few pocket money."

"Today, if I want to bet on Little Fatty to win, I will pay for that pride! Two stones."

The booing and booing, the hustle and bustle of the fire, the squeeze made the thick man in his early years unable to get up and down, and cursed: "A bunch of bastards, I only have fifty stones left in my pocket, you **** won't help a few stones!" ?” Seeing those old fried dough sticks laughing and saying nothing, pointing to Wei Jingjie whose cultivation level is one level weaker than the fat one’s, “I’ll pick you, fifty stones.”

With the same cultivation base as him, and no bloody evil spirit on his body, what would he do if he was afraid?

"Old Tong, don't be afraid, I will give you two stones if you lose."

"Brothers, can you talk about loyalty? I bet Brother Tong to win."

"Don't mind me, I want to bet on both sides."

Noisy crowd came to Xiya Building, more and more people were waiting outside, it was as lively as a festival.

Wei Jingjie and his entourage walked into the empty hall, and as he walked forward to the counter, he saw at a glance the burly man sitting inside, Cen Sanlin, one of the "Three Musketeers" who used to go to Xianling Temple to pay homage to the mountain. The sword, wonderful and impressive, left a deep impression on him.

Pass the identity card and documents to the female monks who registered in front, and then thank the man who brought them here.

The female cultivator read the document, got up and said to Cen Sanlin who was behind: "Cen Daoist, these are the five disciples who came to practice in Xianling Temple."

Cen Sanlin stood up, looked at the five people, and saw the tall black donkey that fell at the end, and said with a smile: "Your temple master sent me a message, let me take care of it in the city for a while, and when I finish, I will take you to your residence." , I invite you to eat and wash the dust, and I will show you around tomorrow to get acquainted."

Wei Jingjie bowed his hands to express his gratitude. The host had told them in advance that he had asked a friend to take care of him. He didn't say who it was. The host acted wildly and unconstrainedly.

Cen Sanlin heard the commotion outside and asked, "What are they doing?"

The man who sent people over and still hasn't left said with a smile: "Those guys are full, and they want to play a game with this little brother. The bet is not big, fifty stones."

Cen Sanlin glanced at Wei Jingjie who was still expressionless, and asked curiously, "Which guy is it?"

"Tong Man."

The man in black clothes answered.

"Okay, I'll make a small bet of one hundred and win some pocket money."

Cen Sanlin laughed. After completing the formalities, he took a look at the paperwork, asked the names of several people, and said, "Go, I will help you hold the battle, Wei Jingjie, right? Just fight as long as you don't kill anyone. Those who roll on the battlefield All of you have unique skills, so handle them carefully."

He is more concerned about the Immortal Temple. He has heard of Wei Jingjie's reputation as a leader of the younger generation. It is said that the disciples of the great sect who went to worship the mountain have not obtained any benefits from this young man in the past few years.

When I saw him today, he was indeed calm and well-deserved, a well-deserved reputation.

He admired Guanzhu Zhang very much, and his cultivation was outstanding. In just a few years, he has cultivated a group of such outstanding disciples, each of whom has reached the stage of gradual decline, and that little fat man is even at the late stage of gradual decline. Only one level behind him.

People can't be compared to people.

Chapter 497 Where is the Sacred?

Watching the tall and tall young man take out two gun shafts and twist them against each other to form a two-foot long gun, Cen Sanlin is a good swordsman, seeing that the moment Wei Jingjie grasped the gun and shook it, his momentum was completely different. "Fit with the body" gun environment!

It's no wonder that his cultivation level is slightly inferior to that little fat man's, and he was designated by Guanzhu Zhang as the training team leader.

Practicing a spear is more difficult than practicing a sword, but to a certain extent, it is more powerful than a monk of the same realm.

Of course, the factors that determine the outcome on the battlefield are not only the level of combat power, calculation, luck, and experience cannot be ignored.

Cen Sanlin saw the young man regaining his momentum with ease, looking ordinary, knowing that he was showing it to him on purpose, he laughed, and said to the man in black who looked at him: "Da Ning, if you are not busy Let's go back to the manor today, how about it?"

The man named Daning smiled and said: "No rush, I will send a message to the boss at the gate of the city, it's okay to go back later. Let's join hands in the village, and I'll go outside to collect stones, you can tell the little brother well."

Cen Sanlin took out a cloth bag containing spirit stones and handed it to the man in black, and the two reached an agreement through voice transmission.