Taoist chanting

Staying in the Xuanyun Observatory as a friend saves a lot of cumbersome etiquette, and does not disturb the head priests on the mountain who are practicing purely. The host's family came to Liuyunping with excellent scenery.

The sun was shining obliquely, and the clouds were thin and colorful. Six male and female disciples were divided into two rows, bowing and saluting in line.

"Meet Daoist Zhang!"

"Everyone, please get up!"

Zhang Wenfeng smiled gently, and clasped his fists in return.

Giving advice or something was just a pretext, Yun Qiuhe wanted to keep him for a few more days and find something for him to do.

"Actually, I don't recommend specializing in swordsmanship. The path is too difficult and difficult to walk."

Zhang Wenfeng's first sentence stunned the young disciples who respectfully listened to the teachings.

Yun Qiuhe is now one of the head priests of Xuanyun Temple, calm and gentle, yet majestic, with a smile on his face as usual, anyway, what Zhang Guanzhu says is justified, he has a high position, is unique and can be rounded back.

I haven't seen anyone's unreasonable reasoning, and I can win the debate with Guanzhu Zhang.

No matter how venomous the tongue is, it is often deflated.

"A few days ago, I discussed this issue with Daoist Chen Shouzhong and Daoist He Guangjun. I have similar thoughts with Daoist Chen, that is, art is for the purpose of Taoism, and it is not rigid. The sword is only a way to cultivate Taoism. Why stick to the sword You must use the sword to practice, why not practice the law, why not practice the skills? In fact, you can, of course, you feel distracted from the sword, and you want to concentrate on the way of the sword. It’s just a personal choice. Go on your own, persevere, and you will gain something in the end.”

After Zhang Wenfeng finished speaking, the twelve disciples fell into deep thought.

This question is often debated among the disciples of Huaqi state and Gradient state.

The words of the famous sword master made many disciples suddenly enlightened. They no longer insisted that they must use a sword to be called a sword cultivator. Did you suggest mixing swordsmanship and spells without seeing Zhang Guanzhu and Chen Daochang?

"Excuse me, Daoist Zhang, what did Daoist He Guangjun say?"

The boy with thick eyebrows who stood first in the row on the left, with a straight body like a sword, asked with cupped hands.

The three most famous sword masters in the Da'an Dynasty were Chen Shouzhong, Zhang Wenfeng, and He Guangjun. The disciples who wanted to practice swords naturally knew these three and took them as models.

"He Daochang insists on using the sword consistently, otherwise he is not called a sword repairer."

Zhang Wenfeng replied with a smile: "You may not know that He Daochang's paintings of landscapes, insects and birds are very good."

The thick-browed boy felt relieved, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Daoist Zhang, for clarifying the confusion."

Zhang Wenfeng asked, "What's your name?"

"Fengcheng Sword, I have met Daoist Zhang."

The thick-browed boy saluted meticulously. He had his own choice, and he would not change his course easily just because the other party was famous and cultivated.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, remembering this young man with a figure like a sword.

Some people are natural swordsmen, and all other setbacks, persuasion, and disturbances will only become a sharpening stone for their firm swordsmanship. He Guangjun said so and did the same.

He didn't expect to meet a sword cultivator Miaozi in Xuanyun Temple.

Zhang Wenfeng continued to talk about the sword: "The four realms of sword cultivation are in harmony with the hand, the body, the mind, and the god. From my understanding, the first two realms refer to the word fit. If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first benefit himself To choose a sword, you must first choose a sword that suits your hand, your mind, and is affordable. Too heavy, too light, too long, or too short is actually not conducive to using a sword. This is the initial fit.

If you want to be in harmony with your hands, you just need to practice more.

But this calligraphy practice also involves the knowledge of the swordsmanship you choose and your own. A swordsmanship that can match your qualifications, no matter how simple it is, is willing to practice hard, at most one year, and relax, two years, if two years Years have not yet reached the level of hands, so don't waste any more time, just concentrate on practicing the Dharma. "

Most of the six people who listened attentively showed a bit of bitterness.

They have been practicing swords for more than two years. Perhaps according to Zhang Daochang, if they change their swordsmanship and find a swordsmanship that suits their aptitude,

Can play the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

The thick-browed boy in front of the row and the other boy showed sudden expressions on their faces. Daoist Zhang really lived up to his reputation, and he narrated the illusory sword realm in easy-to-understand language, making them empathize with each other.

They changed several sword techniques at the beginning, and only practiced the few moves they liked based on their feelings, and finally reached the initial sword state.

If they had heard Zhang Guanzhu's lectures earlier, they would have saved a lot of time.

Zhang Wenfeng had a panoramic view of the expressions of the six disciples, looked at the thick-browed boy in front of him, and said, "Fengcheng Sword, demonstrate your swordsmanship once, and I will give you pointers."

It is impossible for him to teach all the precious experiences he has learned to the little guys who have never met before.

Being able to talk about the basics is already for Yun Qiuhe's sake.

"Yes, Daoist Zhang please advise!"

The thick-browed boy clasped his hands and said loudly, suppressing his excitement, and drew out the sword at his waist.

He suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was a bit weak. It seemed to be lighter and a little shorter. He didn't realize it before. After listening to Zhang Daozhang's lecture, he benefited a lot. As a disciple of Huaqi Realm, the sect doesn't know how to customize swords , but he can use the spirit stone he saved to ask someone to make a sword that suits him.

The other five quickly withdrew to the side, leaving the field to Feng Chengjian.

They were very envious that the kid could get personal guidance from Daoist Zhang.

Feng Chengjian put up all his energy and demonstrated his most familiar "Izumo swordsmanship" one move at a time. The sword traveled with him, and the cold light radiated in the space of more than ten feet, and the wind was majestic.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at Yun Qiuhe beside him. He had seen Yun Qiuhe perform the Yun sword technique many times.

Yun Qiuhe smiled and nodded slightly, indicating that Feng Chengjian was her new disciple.

After the young man with thick eyebrows finished using a set of sword skills, Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand, "Chi", a branch in the distance was cut off by a slight invisible sword energy, and he took it in his hand, wiped off the leaves, broke them to a suitable length, and walked forward Go, said: "You use the Izumo swordsmanship to attack, I will lower myself to the level of energy transformation, and only use a flat stab, come on."

"Yes, Daoist Zhang please enlighten me!"

The thick-browed boy didn't dare to be careless, so he used his most proud trick "Yunjuan Yunshu" in the first hand. Jianguang cast a ball of more than ten feet in size, and attacked Zhang Daozhang on the opposite side. With just one bump, he was lowered to the state of energy transformation Zhang Daochang, can you keep the slender branches in your hands?

The branch in Zhang Wenfeng's hand trembled straight, and stabbed in the middle of the sword light in front of him.

"Ding Dong" sounded twice, and the thick-browed boy who had been stabbed in the chest quickly withdrew his sword and backed away.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said, "Come again!"

The thick-browed boy changed into a simple "hanging cloud and opening the sky", shouting a sword force, but facing the unpredictable stab, the slender branch brushed the side of the sword and rushed into the palace, he had no choice but to retreat.

Several times in a row, he failed to perform a complete sword move.

Zhang Wenfeng stabbed at the other party's chest and robe again, and said via voice transmission: "Fitness, we have to start simple! Do you understand?"

Fengchengjian staggered back with the sword weapon, and was stabbed several times in a row. Although he was not injured, it was very painful. He recalled Zhang Daozhang's simple stabbing in his mind, and he understood a little. Salute thanks.

"Okay, that's it for today."

Zhang Wenfeng put down the branch with a smile, and turned to look at the forest in the northeast.

"Guan Zhang is very fond of producing exquisite sword theories, which fit the two characters, have profound meanings, and can also be used in formations."

The one who came was Jin Shanyan, the Master of Xuanyun Guan Zizai, and the elder brother of Master Yun Qiuhe, who used to kill demons in the Qianluo Mountains, so the two knew each other.

Under Yun Qiuhe's signal, the other disciples silently saluted and left, leaving only Fengchengjian who was lost in thought.

Zhang Wenfeng went up to him and cupped his hands: "A little opinion makes Daoist Jin laugh."

"Guanzhu Zhang, please go to Zhuzhen Peak to taste tea and discuss Taoism. Do you have time?"

Jin Shanyan cupped his hands in return, and asked with a smile, with a trace of narrowness hidden in his eyes, he went to look at Yun Qiuhe, "Qiuhe will come with me when I have time."

Yun Qiuhe was afraid of the master but not the master, curled his lips and said: "Master, you are so unreasonable. Why do the guests I invited go to Zhuzhen Peak?" He stepped forward and said to Guanzhu Zhang: "Today let Master Bo Feifei, we want to eat white jade cloud bamboo shoots and drink Liuyun spirit brewing."

"Hey, girl Yun, you still don't have to go."

"No!"

Chapter 538 are all good

At the end of the year and the twelfth lunar month, enjoy a plate of carefully prepared crispy and tender cloud bamboo shoots in the hanging cave of Zhuzhen Peak, taste a cup of Liuyun Lingjiu with endless aftertaste, talk about mysteries with friends, watch the mountains, listen to the wind and enjoy the winter scenery, this is life. A great pleasure.

Someone flew over from the distant mountains and said: "When did Guanzhu Zhang come? Why didn't Junior Sister Yun greet me? It's too rude."

Jin Shanyan said with a smile: "Another autumn wind blower."

Zhang Wenfeng stood up, and it was Yun Qiuhe's elder brother, Gu Xuelun, who was Gu Yiyi's nephew. He had advanced to the Freedom Realm two years earlier. The two had met several times before, and they were both acquaintances. They cupped their hands and said, "Gu Yiyi Well, Zhang has only been here not long ago, and he is thinking of going to visit."

The two headed Daoist priests who stayed in the sect of Xuanyun Temple did not show up for the past two days, so he knew what he was thinking, and he just wanted to give them more opportunities to be alone.

Gu Xuelun fell into the hanging cave, smiled and exchanged a few words of greeting, sat down and ate bamboo shoots and tasted wine, and joined in the collision and exchange of thoughts on the practice of "skills for Taoism, not sticking to one style".

In the following two days, Zhang Wenfeng read the classics about "transcendence" collected by Xuanyun Temple.

It is beneficial to open the book, which is exactly what he needs at this stage. Every monk who has reached the consummation of the free state will face the test of the road to escape. How to get out of it needs to be explored by oneself, but the experience of the predecessors can be used for reference. Perhaps the key Time starts to work.

The day before the Chinese New Year, Zhang Wenfeng left Xuanyun Temple and flew south.

The sky was clear and cloudless, and spring was approaching. He soared leisurely under the blue sky, and suddenly received a message from Zhuang Yu from Dingxi City, saying that he had found something. The character was intercepted and leaked.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment with the yellow talisman, then sent a message to the head of the mountain to inform him of his whereabouts, and replied to Zhuang Yu, and then flew west.

Before noon, we arrived at Dingxi City, which seemed to be always shrouded in gloomy sky.

After showing his identity card, a row of monks guarding the city gate immediately stood up straight, and one of the leaders bowed his hands and saluted: "My lord, do you need your help?"

"Please take me to the city lord."

Zhang Wenfeng came to Dingxi City for the first time. When he arrived here, it was a due courtesy to visit the city lord Gao Yi first.

"Sir, please!"

Zhang Wenfeng followed Jin Decorator into the city, near the end of the new year, many shops on the street hung colorful lights, adding a bit of New Year flavor, came to Donglin Pavilion, after the announcement, went up to the second floor.

Gao Yi had already walked out of the hall, he didn't expect that the free-spirited monk who came to visit was Guanzhu Zhang, and the monk at the door didn't make it clear, he laughed and said: "Rare visitors, Brother Zhang came all the way to visit him years ago. Brother, I am so moved!"

"Forgive me, forgive me, I should have come to visit the city lord long ago."

"It's not too late to come now. You'll have to drink three glasses of wine as a punishment for the reception banquet at noon."

"Who should be punished should be punished, Brother Gao has the final say."

The two walked into the hall with their arms together, joking among their friends, a monk was busy boiling water and making tea.

There was a knock on the door of a certain courtyard in the city. Shang Qingyun, who was reading in the west wing room, got up and went to open the courtyard door. Seeing that it was Zhuang Yu, he asked curiously, "It's almost Chinese New Year, Zhuang Yu, haven't you returned to the Taoist temple?"

"It's hard work. Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year can't rest."

Zhuang Yu grinned and complained, and greeted Tie Jinlin who came out of the east wing: "Old Tie, come out and chat."

Tie Jinlin covered his chest and shouted: "Brother Yu, don't you come here to try to trick us again? This time, if you talk wildly, I won't give you a dime."

"Don't talk too much, old man, tell me first, how much do you have?"

Zhuang Yu asked along the lines of the conversation.

People from the other rooms came out, including the newcomer Cui Zhongxian.

Shi Nanguan smiled and said: "Brother Yu, you come to celebrate the New Year with us, we all welcome you, but for borrowing money, you don't have to talk about it, and throw you out for the New Year, no Looks good."

Wei Jingjie smiled and remained silent, he wanted to see what tricks Zhuang Yu played today?

It's only been over a month, and after spending [-] Spiritual Qi Stones, the hands and feet are too big.

Entering the main room, Zhuang Yu first took out a jar of wine, put it in front of Lord Donkey, bowed his hands to salute, and greeted several people: "Everyone sit down, don't be so stern, why don't you just borrow a few spirit stones, what's the big deal?"

"That's not right, this kid is confident today, there is something strange, it's very strange!"

Shouted Shi Nanguan, and looked back at Tie Jinlin and the team leader: "We won't lend him the spirit stone today, let's see if he can do it, just like the old man, he still wants us to ask to lend it to him."

Yan Jing, who was watching the excitement, suddenly asked: "Zhuang Yu, do you have the warrant of the temple master?"

Zhuang Yu shook his head like a rattle, denying three times: "No, really not, I didn't go back." Blinking his eyes, he said with a smile: "You just say whether to borrow it or not? Why don't we make a bet and get some money?" Caitou." The tone was very flattering.

Wei Jingjie laughed and said, "Fork it out, don't let it be an eyesore."

"The captain is wise, let's not be fooled by him."

"Catch him and throw him out, give him another kick in the ass, don't be polite to this kid."

A few people were laughing and joking, and there was another knock on the door outside. Zhuang Yu broke free from Tie Jinlin, Shi Nanguan and Cui Zhongxian who were holding him, and shouted: "You guys are really on the wrong side, I will deal with you later ..."

The donkey, who was drinking and watching a play in the main room, was taken aback for a moment, then shrunk in size, jumped out of the door with a swish, and returned to its normal size under the amazed gaze of several people.

Standing outside the door is suddenly the temple master smiling like a spring breeze.

"Wow, it's the temple master who came... I see, Zhuang Yu, you scoundrel, why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"The Lord is well, please come in quickly!"

A few people ran out of the main room in a swarm, smiling like a child who is genuinely happy seeing a relative. Even Yan Jing, who is as calm as Yan Jing, is a little carried away. The host is here.

Shi Nanguan didn't forget to kick the disciple of the temple master to the back.

This villain is so bad, he didn't tell them in advance, but wanted to take advantage of them.

Zhang Wenfeng patted the donkey's back that smelled of alcohol, greeted the excited people, and said with a smile: "You are all good, the city lord was still praising you just now, saying that you all have your own characteristics, and you are hardworking and diligent. The task was completed beautifully, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, the Lord has worked hard."