Taoist chanting

The old cripple was nearly [-] years old, nourished by spiritual rice porridge, his body was very strong, and a smile appeared on his face: "Brother Feng, I don't want to make the old man happy."

"You have to trust Shanzhang's fortune-telling skills, right? I won't lie to you, just rest assured."

"Come on, I feel at ease with Brother Youfeng's words, and I feel strong. By the way, when will you be back on donkey day? How are you doing outside?"

"It's fat and strong. I'll see it during the Chinese New Year. It will be back in early April. It will be soon."

"There is still more than a month. I will prepare a few jars of good wine for it. Brother Feng, you go, I will go around."

The old cripple put his hands behind his back and waited for the second child to be caught. He spent three coppers and asked the second child to help Lezi calculate the marriage carefully. He heard from his disciples that the mountain chief is well-known in the world for his fortune-telling skills.

After Zhang Wenfeng went down the mountain, he sent a summons to the head of the mountain, asking the head of the mountain not to reveal his secrets in front of the lame uncle.

Turning to the high mountain, I watched the progress of the new Taoist temple, chatted with the busy and energetic Wei Xingde for a while, and added a few young and strong young men to help Wei Xingde run errands and supervise the work, and the large farmland and Ling Zhitian were busy.

Holding the rosary in his hand, Guanzhu Zhang walked along the banks of the Linzi River, taking a stroll for practice.

On the third day of March, he took two disciples to Qingshui Temple to have a banquet to cheer on Chen Qingqiao. After returning, he lived in seclusion, except for occasionally serving Ling Zhi, Zhang Guanzhu concentrated on cultivation and raising his sword.

He insisted on pinching beads and chanting scriptures every day, no matter whether it was useful or not, he used wood energy to nourish the indifferent Nine Star Flowing Beads.

After a long time, he noticed some subtle changes in Liuzhu.

The original deep wood black, with more thick patina, gradually has a hint of spirituality inside.

Chapter 555

I heard that the temple mainly read scriptures and gave lectures. Zhang Xuandong, the second shopkeeper and Zhuang Mi, who were far away from the shop in Fangshi, Zhoucheng, rushed back, leaving two young disciples who were sent to work as shop assistants to look after the shop. Fly back to the mountain one day in advance from Lingcao Peak in Guizailing.

Zhang Wenfeng did not teach in the training hall, he chose the place for chanting under the ancient walnut tree on the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain.

Up and down the hillside, the disciples were sitting or standing, listening to the rare sutra chanting lecture given by the master.

Shan Chang, Hu Qiang'er, Leng Xiang, Shui Qingru, Zhuang Yu, and Shan Badger didn't have to compete for seats, they were in the closest position to the temple owner. Le Zi didn't usually read scriptures and do homework, so this time he also leaned against the tree trunk down the slope Come and listen to the excitement.

The master holds flowing beads, lights three sticks of long-lasting incense and sticks them on the ground in front of him, sits cross-legged in the open space of old trees, and silently recites the Sutra of Chang Qing Jing said silently.

Listen to the scriptures in a silent place, the tree shakes and the branches shake, and the spring is brilliant.

The mountain is silent and silent, with a faint fragrance and walnut blossoms.

The disciples were fascinated by what they heard, and they sat down one by one, not knowing where they were.

The fun at the end was the first time he knew that scriptures that were not recited aloud could touch people’s hearts so wonderfully, and he was immersed in it, sitting on the muddy ground under the tree.

Zhang Wenfeng pinched beads and recited the scriptures without saying a word. After three times of "Tai Shang Shuo Chang Qing Jing Jing", it was changed to "Tao Jing", and then changed to "Cultivation of Body and Tranquility" in "Tai Shang Tong Xuan Si Fang Miao Jing" , with the blessing of the flowing beads in his hand, although there is no vision of the hype falling, it has also increased his power of thinking by a little compared to before.

After burning the incense sticks on the ground, he stood up and walked away.

The people who listened to the scriptures all over the hillside were left behind, immersed in their own thoughts, unable to extricate themselves.

Spiritual energy and wood energy converge, trickling like mist like smoke.

The corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth showed a calm smile, and he put on Liuzhu, and the lectures for enlightenment of thoughts like this can be held once every three or two years, too frequent is not good, too much is not enough.

There are long and short perceptions, the monk who woke up first got up silently and went back, and practiced behind closed doors in his room while the feeling was fresh.

More than half of the monks went to the canteen to eat at noon, and even when they ate, they were thoughtful.

At dusk in the afternoon, I drank tea with the head of the mountain, and listened to the head of the mountain's compliment, "Listening to the Lord's recitation of the scriptures once, it is like bathing in sweet rain, and the vulgarity of the body is gone, the dust in the heart mirror is washed, and there is a lot of benefit" and so on. If you can do this kind of sutra chanting and lectures a few more times in your spare time, why worry about your sect not being happy?"

Zhang Wenfeng put down the teacup, smiled without saying a word.

The head of the mountain stopped talking, and the temple master was becoming more and more unpredictable now.

The Buddhist chanting class in the morning is really wonderful. He has a feeling that in a few days he will be able to advance to Gradient Realm Consummation. I heard that many disciples have gained a lot and it takes several days to digest it. Some even broke the small bottleneck. A small promotion directly.

Although he is in charge of the cultivation resources of the sect, he rarely takes pills and the like to speed up his cultivation.

I heard the host "inadvertently" mention it to him once, asking him to "go with the flow, slow is fast, neither rush nor hurry".

He practiced step by step, sharpened his state of mind in trivial chores, and enjoyed it. He hardly encountered bottlenecks along the way. Although his cultivation speed was not fast, he walked a smooth road.

In the evening, Lezi, that guy who didn't wear Taoist robes, mixed in with the disciples in the evening class, huddled with Qian Jing, reciting the scriptures seriously, and doing it in a decent manner.

After the evening class, Zhang Wenfeng walked towards the back mountain with two little tails behind him.

Hu Qiang'er innocently smiled and said: "Master, you say it's strange, the walnut tree has not yet bloomed, but after listening to your lecture today, the walnut tree bloomed ahead of schedule. You have to be free in the future, please sit under the walnut tree more often." Sit down and talk about scriptures, and the scenery there is especially beautiful.”

Zhang Wenfeng asked with a smile: "Will the walnut trees bear fruit this year?"

"It's hard to say, maybe if you go to lecture a few more times, it's possible that the tree will be full of walnuts."

Hu Qiang'er couldn't bear to waste his energy on trivial things like the result, he boasted that he was a little old man, what was the result?

Leng Xiang, with colorful plum blossoms pinned in her hair, suggested weakly: "Master, you can also sit under the plum tree, the scenery over there is also nice."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "I will sit under both of your trees. If you want me to recite scriptures, it depends on the timing. Sutras can't be recited casually." Then he turned his head to Lezi who followed sneakily behind him: "Lezi, it's so late Did you ask me for advice on 'Nine Palaces Arithmetic'?"

Lezi scratched his hair and laughed, "I would like to invite the Lord to drink and talk about other things."

Unless he is drunk, he will ask the temple master for advice on "Nine Palaces Arithmetic".

Hu Qiang'er took Leng Xiang to leave and flew away.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't pick up the wine gourd that Le Zi never left. He took out an old gourd from the Nawu space, filled it with some old wine, took a sip at the occasion, and asked, "What's the matter, what do you think?"

Before Shui Qingru became an apprentice, Lezi avoided him.

Ever since that girl became a teacher, Lezi often appeared in front of him to show her presence and greeted him with a smile.

Lezi also took a sip of his wine and said, "Monastery Master, the list of the next batch to go to Dingxi City for training has not yet been decided? Can you count me in?"

Zhang Wenfeng said "oh", looking at his cousin who was happily cooking in the kitchen and suddenly brought up this topic today, he said: "Your ability is not a problem, but you have to ask your master's opinion. No problem. Does your dad know?"

"I didn't tell the old man. I was annoyed by him. He wanted to tell me about my daughter-in-law all day long, and my ears were callused."

Lezi said that he was annoying his father, without any impatience on his face, and said with a smile: "Please ask me. Actually, my master doesn't care much about me. It seems that I was picked as an apprentice. I want to go to the border town for experience. I heard that Nice place."

"It's nonsense, your master knows it, and I won't make you peel off your skin if you don't train me."

Zhang Wenfeng took out the flying sword, read a few words silently and then called, and said to the smiling Lezi: "If your master agrees with you to go out to practice, you have to make it clear to your father, one year is not short for him."

"Understood, I will."

Lezi took another sip of wine, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is she okay?"

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at Lezi with a gloomy expression, and pretended to understand: "It should be okay."

Lezi opened the collar of his clothes, pointed to the inner armor, and whispered: "She gave it to me, I know." There was a row of butterfly-shaped stitches inside the cuffs of the inner armor, which was exactly the same as the patch that Shui Ya sewed for him back then.

The little Ni'er with the fish's tail protruding from the hem of the skirt came to play several times, and accidentally mentioned "Niangniang". After hearing this, he deliberately asked the little girl Lengxiang who had just arrived not long ago. Lengxiang didn't know. Xianling Temple has a transcendent status and is the joy of the temple master's cousin, so he will not hide it. Leng Xiang once stayed in Liuzhihe for a few days, so it is not surprising to know the name of that empress.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a long time, he was a dexterous and shrewd person, suddenly he kicked over, and was let by Lezi, who laughed and scolded: "You two are acting to tease us, you can ask her yourself, Seeing how promising you are, you must have found out where her lair is?"

Le Zi hurriedly raised the gourd to toast, smiled and said: "My father's tone is hard to get over, and I'm not very promising now, hey, my brain hurts, Lord, please help me think of a way and come up with an idea."

"I don't have a daughter-in-law myself now, so I don't want to meddle in your business."

Zhang Wenfeng took the Liuzhu in his hand, walked up the stairs with a pure heart and few desires, and walked into his cave.

The words were not speculative, and the silly boy was left to scratch his head and blow the air.

Chapter 556 Don't worry about the mundane

Tu Kun replied that he agreed to let Le Zi go to the border city for a year of experience. The next day, Le Zi got the news and immediately went to find his father. He took a chicken feather as an arrow, and said that his master ordered him to do so. Don't go to Yunyun.

Zhang Guanzhu was listening outside the dining hall, and was almost laughed at by that bastard.

The old cripple is a well-behaved veteran, no matter how reluctant he is, he can't say anything about letting his son stay.

Looking eagerly at the temple master outside the door, his old face was full of sorrow and worry.

Last year, when I comforted Wei Xingde, it was standing and talking without pain in my back, and it was my turn to be full of worries and entanglements. All the heroic spirits and prides of the past are bullshit.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at Lezi who was bowing behind the old cripple, and said to the old cripple who came out: "Don't worry, Uncle Lame, I will send mountain badgers to guard them at that time, and Wei Jingjie and the others will pass on their experience, so that they can explore by themselves." It will be much stronger, and it will be properly arranged.”

"Can the donkey still be the guard?"

"Donkeys have been around for a long time, and they will be targeted by the opponent's masters. It's better to send a wild face like a mountain badger."

"That's right, Brother Feng is still thoughtful. The donkey loves to show off. He has been jumping around for a year. I'm afraid it has attracted the attention of the other side. It's a big taboo. Well, how does the mountain badger's ability compare with that of a donkey?"

"It's not much different. The mountain badger has worn down his temper under the teaching of the earth guardian in the past few years, and he no longer has a frizz when he encounters troubles."

"That's good, that's good, oh, one more thing, don't think the old man is nagging, brother Feng, the mountain badger is not like a donkey who can speak human words, so it's not very troublesome to communicate on the battlefield?"

"How could it be? Uncle lame is out of touch. You don't have much to do with the mountain badger. The mountain badger can speak human language, but it just doesn't say it. If you don't believe me, ask Lezi. They have been together for a long time, and they know each other very well. .”

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and explained to the old cripple one by one, feeling sorry for the parents all over the world.

The old cripple turned his head to look at Xiaohe, who had no heart and soul to answer "yes", got angry, lifted his crippled leg and kicked his son, watching his son hug his legs exaggeratedly, jumping and screaming in pain, and cursed : "Stinky boy, I have urged you to find a wife too many times, and I deliberately pissed you off, don't think I don't know the little things in your heart..."

"Father, drink to calm your anger."

Lezi quickly handed out the wine gourd, interrupting his father's words.

The old cripple pushed aside the wine gourd stretched out in front of him, walked towards the kitchen angrily, and said, "I'll go drink with the mountain badger at night, and when the donkey comes back, I'll ask the donkey to make a good son for it."

Lezi was used to his father's way, and made a gesture of gratitude to the host.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded, walked along the corridor to inspect the practice room and the training hall, turned around, pointed out the sword skills of a few little guys, demonstrated to a few disciples who drew talismans, and corrected some disciples who were slightly wrong in chanting scriptures. Accurate phonology.

Since the temple master sat quietly under the ancient tree, he has shown many disciples in the Taoist audience the miraculous power of merit and thought, and opened a new door that only exists in classics.

Disciples who are interested in this, try to get in touch with this way, and ask the master for its secrets.

Near noon, Zhang Wenfeng received a message from Zhu Xun's Flying Sword, saying that the Jade Dragon Temple was fully prepared, and that the third-rank alchemist would open a furnace to refine the Jishanye elixir in a few days, and asked him to send the alchemy disciples of the Xianling Temple to wait in advance .

Zhang Wenfeng replied to Zhu Xun, and wrote a letter to send He He to Dingxi City to meet Yan Jing outside the city and escort Yan Jing to Yulong Temple.

Half a month later, Zhang Wenfeng received Zhu Xun's Feijian summons again.

"...The alchemist tried his best to produce four real pills in the first furnace. This time, the second batch of spiritual pills has been refined, and five real pills have been produced. I hope that my brother will come to discuss important matters. Congratulations on your visit..."

He could imagine Zhu Xun grinning from ear to ear, and he shook his head and smiled.

The second batch of pills produced five pills, and the alchemist worked hard, so it would be no problem to exchange half of the pills that belonged to the fairy temple to the jade dragon temple.

Passing the flying sword back, he greeted the head of the mountain, and immediately set off for the direction of the capital.

In the afternoon, I arrived at the Yulong Temple, two hundred miles south of the capital. Unlike the Chongtian Temple, the Yulong Temple was built on a plain, covering an area of ​​seventy or eighty miles, and there were only three uplifted peaks on the site.

No time to appreciate the scenery of Yulong Temple, Zhang Wenfeng and Zhu Xun drank tea in the pavilion halfway up the mountainside of Yulong Peak, and handed over four precious pills that broke the realm. It is proposed that he needs the "Jade Tree" wood chips kept in Yulong Temple.

Even if he has a Xuanyuan sword of unknown rank, it is still worth buying a suitable rare spiritual wood.

Without further ado, Zhu Xun ordered his disciples to fetch pieces of jade wood and twenty third-order crystals from the treasury.

The two sides are getting what they need, and everyone is happy.

Zhang Wenfeng saw Yan Jing who came to learn alchemy, and He He who had been waiting in the Yulong Temple, and talked for a while, and asked the two to stay in Yulong Temple for another half a month to concentrate on studying, politely refused Zhu Xun's stay, and said goodbye leave.

On the way back, he deliberately went to Nanjiangzhou City, and asked He Guangjun to ask his master to help carefully carve the rare jade wood chips into wooden swords, and he paid the tailor-made fee.

He can also carve wooden swords himself, and he can make unique shapes, but he doesn't know how to forge weapons inside, and he can't guide Yuan Qi to every detail, so he won't make a fool of himself and waste good things.

At present, the foundation of Xianlingguan is weak, and there is a shortage of various high-level technical talents.

It will take time to catch up, and he is creating conditions for his disciples to exchange and learn with the great sect.

In the afternoon of the next day, Guanzhu Zhang led all the disciples in the Taoist temple, together with the head of the mountain, to the gate archway. He rushed back to the Taoist temple yesterday because he received a summons in advance, and the training team from the border town returned today.

He wants to give a grand welcome ceremony to the disciples who have gone through the catastrophe.

"I'm coming."

Wei Jingcheng, who was visiting at the intersection, screamed excitedly, and quickly retreated, standing with his father Wei Xingde.

Immediately after hearing the familiar sound of "De De", the donkey stopped abruptly, swung its hips and tail, rolled up a cloud of dust on the official road, turned its head towards the dark queue behind the archway, grinned strangely and said with a toothy grin: "My little boy!" , What a big battle! I'm even ashamed, Mr. Donkey."

The five of Wei Jingjie lined up in a sharp-edged battle formation, and they appeared immediately. They fell from the sky only ten miles away. They ran all the way, and the murderous aura made the passers-by look sideways.

"Wei Jingjie led a small team to the border city to practice for a year. He is coming back today. Please watch the Lord for admonishment!"

"Everyone has completed their merits and virtues, welcome home!"

Zhang Wenfeng bowed his hands and returned the gift.

Everyone behind him clasped their hands and shouted: "Welcome home!"

The sound waves spread far and wide, and lasted for a long time.

Guanzhu Zhang smiled and raised his hands, the breeze blows off the dust from the people and the donkey, and sang: "Everyone, please enter the Qingjing Gate, don't worry about ordinary things."