Taoist chanting

He doesn't need to take care of his apprentice's mood. If someone else gets stronger and gets resentful or jealous, then he can't be his apprentice.

Shui Qingru added with a smile: "Chen Zhong swallowed the medicine for the third time. He secretly doubled the dose. I heard from Pumpkin that Chen Zhong went to the latrine countless times that night, and almost fell into the latrine..." Cover your mouth and stop talking, it's not elegant.

"It's difficult to enter the door. Once you really enter the door of cultivation, it will be even more difficult later on. It all depends on personal creation."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't look back, and said: "Your cultivation path is different from theirs, and it's different from Lezi. Even if you fall behind 16 of them, don't worry, just walk slowly. This is just the beginning. It's still early before the tide of spiritual energy ebbs."

"Yes, my disciple is not in a hurry."

"Is Zhuang Yu working in Dayi Dynasty?"

"Junior Brother Zhuang is running around, he comes to Dayi Dynasty once in a while, and he will send me a message."

The two were talking, and walked out of the gate of the courtyard. After hearing the news, the two disciples of Lingbao Temple rushed to send a message to Elder Zhou and the presiding officer to inform them of the matter.

Half an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng sat in the side hall of Lingbao's main peak, and Zhou Fushi, who had rushed back from the capital, drank tea and chatted with the host and the supervisor. thing.

Zhou Fushi and the others didn't ask the other party why they retreated, and agreed on a specific date for the ceremony.

Zhang Wenfeng suggested to do it in a simple way, without having to work hard. He is actually a person who is afraid of trouble.

In the next few days, in the spare time before the ceremony, he often went to the library hall to read books, and came back to teach his apprentices how to practice swordsmanship, so as to relax his mind from years of practice.

Yunyong Peak will be his territory from now on. He asked Yao Siwen and Su Qin who were assigned to his mountain to find tools such as hoes, shovels, poles and baskets, and rolled up their trousers and sleeves to work together. In the Lingyuan, we burn grass and trees to make soil fertilizer, and go to Lingzhitang to get some common elixir seedlings such as ginseng, sealwort, green jade root, etc., and also plant dozens of fruit trees such as ling peach and ling grape.

The big sect has a large array of mountain gates to gather spiritual energy. Compared with the outside world, the spiritual energy is more abundant. It would be a pity not to plant some spiritual plants.

With his current status and status, he does his own thing and doesn't need to care about other people's opinions. Even if he goes to work in the fields, it will only make other mountain monks feel that Elder Zhang's actions are unpredictable and must have deep meaning.

When the ceremony was over, Zhang Wenfeng was in no hurry to return to Da'an Chaoxianling Temple, and declined the kindness of the host to help Yunyong Peak assign some more disciples. It was enough for him to have two people to help him take care of the mountain top, spiritual grass and spiritual plants.

On the open space in the front yard of the back mountain, Zhang Wenfeng holds a mahogany sword, and performs the same Jiugong step sword competition with Shui Qingru.

The two figures flickered back and forth in the wide courtyard, and the sword light shuttled among the trees without picking up a single green leaf.

Being stabbed on the robe with the wooden sword by the master again and again, Shui Qingru stopped to hold the sword and listened to the master's teachings. In just a few days, she learned a lot of new understandings of swordsmanship.

"Your swordsmanship, boxing skills, and footwork are not bad. You have also gone to the border town for a year to practice. You have experienced the bloody cruelty of the battlefield. 'eyesight' related."

After many days of training, Zhang Wenfeng knew it well, and said: "When you calm down and observe, everything in the world will slow down, which is a good thing for you, and it is also an invisible confusion in practice. In fact, the speed of your eyes can't keep up with the speed you see with your eyes, which puts your cultivation in a state of subtle imbalance, and your cultivation base is high, which has caused your current troubles."

Shui Qingru showed a dazed expression, because of the darkness under the lamp, she ignored this point.

"The disciple understands that the speed of the sword must be accelerated, or the speed of the eyes to see should not be so slow."

"It's a solution. You can try it. Sword practice and cultivation are the same principle. 'Fit with yourself and find a balance'. Sometimes you have to break the balance."

"Excuse me, Master, is there any other solution?"

"Have."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It's not good to know more about the method. It's easy to be half-hearted. Try it according to your own ideas."

He also knows how to strengthen the sword cultivation method of "strengthening the heart of the sword and transforming the sword with the body". From the experience he learned from He Guangjun, if Shui Qingru still can't break through the "hand-eye barrier" within a year, let Shui Qingru walk away again. Take the path of pure sword cultivation.

Shui Qingru resigned and went down to practice sword.

Zhang Wenfeng walked back to the quiet room in the atrium, activated the formation, took out the bronze figurines, and took out the two rare chalcedony he had received from the Lingbao Temple, and used the secret method taught by Master Merlin to hit them in the suspended air with one hand and the other. On the bronze figurines.

The bronze figurines reacted quickly, exuding a bronze luster, and the gossip runes on the back flickered.

He scrupulously used secret techniques to imprint the bronze figurines, and then split the soul to the core of the puppet's back. This process failed twice, and it was only the third time that it succeeded.

Five days later, he put the bronze figurine puppet in his sleeve pocket that could be released at any time, and greeted the host and the supervisor. He heard that Wan Bo of Kaiyuan Peak went out to escape from the mortal world, and he really went to be a beggar.

He took Shui Qingru away and flew to the southeast sea.

More than five months have passed since the war, and the panic at the beginning is no longer there, and the fields are full of busy farming.

After going out to sea for more than [-] miles, they flew to the sporadic islands where the city was built. Some monks took off to check their identity tokens. Zhang Wenfeng led his disciples to the streets in the simple city and walked into the tallest circular stone tower.

Zhang Wenfeng was taken aback when he saw Monk Fayuan, who was described as old and thin, with white eyebrows.

"Master, why is this!"

He didn't expect that Fayuan would use the secret method to exchange the souls and bodies of several fourth-tier thief cultivators, and he would suffer such a terrible backlash from heaven, and he would lose hundreds of years of life.

And when the thief repaired the city and killed tens of thousands of people, how could there be no retribution from heaven?

Too much to bully a good person.

Or is it that good people can't do it?

Chapter 595

"Benefactor, you have a picture!"

Monk Fayuan seemed to be able to see through the thoughts of Guanzhu Zhang, who had a startled expression on his face. He had a calm face, and with a smile in his eyes, he made a joke. He sat cross-legged on the futon and did not get up.

A little novice offered a cup of tea to Guanzhu Zhang, who was sitting behind the short table, and also offered tea to Shui Qingru who was standing behind the temple master, but was declined by the well-behaved Shui Qingru.

Tu Kun who was sitting opposite put down his teacup and said with a smile: "The monk underestimated it. He thought that the price of losing a hundred years of life would be enough to offset the punishment for acting against the heavens. He has a lifespan of at least 300 years, and it is not clear how much karma he has. He has been bedridden for more than a month, and almost went to the Western Paradise. These days he is much better and can walk around."

What Zhang Wenfeng heard from Tu Kun didn't look like he was gloating, but instead had a sour sense of jealousy and hatred.

The monk smiled without saying a word, and stretched out his hand for tea.

Tu Kun leisurely said: "There is no such thing as right or wrong in the sky. You and I are both ants. Whether you go along or against it, what you do is in line with God's will. There is a blessing in the dark. The monk is "good fortune brings blessings, and adversity turns into merit." ’, the loss was heavy, and the Buddha nature became more pure, and it is not difficult to break through to the fifth level within a hundred years.”

Zhang Wenfeng understood that the monk got a big benefit by mistake.

The way of heaven is impermanent, if anyone wants to imitate Fa Yuan's practice, he may not get any benefits, but will end up dying in a disastrous manner.

It is not difficult to understand that Old Monster Xue did all kinds of bad things, massacred the city and harmed the people, and continued to do harm to the world alive and kicking, which is the result of the indulgence of the Heavenly Dao.

Under the law of heaven, there is no right or wrong, they are all ants!

Unless the cultivation base is comparable to the way of heaven, it's another matter.

Fa Yuan smiled and said: "Don't listen to fellow Taoists talking nonsense. In the words of your Taoists, I am a monk who is 'auspicious man and heavenly man, with great fortune and great fortune'. Keep going."

Tu Kun laughed and scolded: "You monk is cheeky! There is no reason to put gold on your face and say 'good fortune'."

After getting along for several months, Tu Kun discovered that the serious monk was a fellow-dweller, with a dignified appearance, a dignified and eminent monk, and he was good at drinking, eating meat, bragging, and swearing with him in private. for.

That's right, there are not many old-fashioned guys among the friends of the viewer, and people are divided into groups.

At the beginning, he also hated evil as much as he hated serious monsters. After hanging around with the temple master for a long time, he became a drifter and became vulgar.

"Fellow Taoist eats 'shameless' into his stomach, it's not a good idea."

Fa Yuan replied, took a closer look at Guanzhu Zhang, clasped his hands together and praised: "Guanzhu Zhang is the one who keeps the real person from showing his face, and seems to have received the great blessing of being protected by all people, so kind!"

He has the blessing of Buddha nature, even though his body is weak, he can still see that Guanzhu Zhang's breath is different.

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Master is amazing, you can see that I have the great fortune of 'auspicious people and heaven'."

He had comprehended Lihuo Jianyi for more than three months, and when he woke up, he found that the second sentence of the "Te Ching" in his sea of ​​consciousness had returned to golden light, and the unnamed merit canopy magic power could be used again.

After thinking about it for a few days, and looking through many ancient books in the Lingbaoguan Library Hall, he roughly understood that the canopy magical power does not need to be opened specially, and he can protect himself day and night, "to ward off evil spirits, cover disasters, cover heaven's secrets, and turn dangers into blessings." The scripture golden light wave detects whether you are in trouble.

The specific magical effect has yet to be verified by him.

The monk is also a good skill, able to see the merits and virtues that cannot be seen at the same level.

Tu Kun got up and said, "I can't stand the two of you flattering each other, and I don't think it's disgusting. I'll go to the island and stay away from you."

Currently, Sporadic Island is guarded by three fourth-tier guards, which are rotated every five years. It is impossible for the three of them to patrol the island all the time. Each person is responsible for a month, so that the other two can practice quietly, like Chu Qinger who meditates in his residence.

After chatting with the monk for half an hour, Zhang Wenfeng led Shui Qingru out of the round stone pagoda and walked around the rough streets.

There are many second-tier monks on the street, most of them are dispatched by various countries, and there are also Zongmen monks who come to experience. On the contrary, third-tier monks have not had much time to start. In the nearby sea area within a thousand miles, third-tier monks often lead teams into the sea to search for treasures.

On the sea, it is inevitable that there will be bullying and even killing and seizing treasures.

There is a market shop on the island, which is convenient for monks to sell and buy items.

There are more street stalls on both sides of the street, displaying spirit pearls, spirit sand, spirit coral, water jade, all kinds of water minerals, sea spirit medicinal materials, teeth of low-level sea monsters, scales, fish maw, meat pieces, etc. from the sea area, etc. , Need to pay attention to eyesight.

Let Shui Qingru, who was dazzled by the sight, do not need to follow, since he has arrived here, he will look for opportunities.

Zhang Wenfeng walked alone on the street, listening to all kinds of yelling, smelling the fishy smell of the sea, he glanced at the treasures on both sides, and he hasn't found any that can arouse his interest so far.

Looking around, Zhang Wenfeng felt that someone was staring at him for a long time. He turned his head to look. With his current aura, even if he didn't show his cultivation, second- and third-tier monks would not dare to look too much, for fear of offending their seniors.

A slightly chubby boy with a strange face, wearing a student indigo shirt, smiled and cupped his hands.

Eyes met, Zhang Wenfeng looked at the boy who greeted him.

He didn't know the boy, so he felt so strange, there was a kind of familiarity like deja vu.

The three fingers of the young man's right hand raised up and down, like a mountain mist, and quickly and covertly made a gesture of "invoking the mountain god curse".

Zhang Wenfeng laughed loudly, pointed at the smiling young man, and said with a surge of emotion, "Good boy, I have found you, and you haven't reported your name yet."

I didn't expect to meet Zhong Wenyong, who was already awake, on a sporadic island more than 2000 miles away from the land.

The magic spell he knows is taught by Zhong Wenyong, no need for verbal communication, he will confirm the identity of the opponent at the first sight, the sea of ​​people is huge, it is too difficult to meet someone.

He saw that there was a fellow scholar beside the young man, so it was inconvenient to call him by his previous name.

"Confucianism is a book of honor, I have met fellow Taoists!"

The young man bowed his hands and saluted, the companion beside him who was negotiating with the street vendor heard the movement, turned around and saw that the person who was talking to his junior was a great master, he happened to have seen the portrait, so he hurriedly talked about it. The sensible junior clapped his hands together and said, "Greetings, Senior Zhang!"

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand to indicate that it's okay, and said to the young man: "Rong Shuzhi, I see that you have a tall forehead and a strange bone appearance, let's go, I will invite you to drink tea, and I will have a great fortune with you."

"Dare to obey!"

The young man left his senior brother behind, and walked to a nearby tea house with a high-ranking expert.

Others on the street were watching, secretly envious of the boy's shit luck.

Some cultivators who had met Guanzhu Zhang were so jealous that their eyes turned green. Why shouldn't seniors take a second look at the same people?

The scholar stared blankly at the younger brother and Guanzhu Zhang leaving. How dare he speak out to stop him, he stomped his feet angrily after a long while, and quickly flew in another direction. The younger brother is a Confucian disciple with a teacher, not a wild cultivator. Guanzhu Zhang is so unreasonable, he just abducted people with a single sentence and then left, how can he explain to the school branch?

Shui Qingru, who was further away, saw that Master brought a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to drink tea. After thinking about it, she gave up and followed. Without Master's call, she continued to search for treasures on the street stalls.

Chapter 596 Holding the Feather as an Arrow

"A pot of dirty wine is happy to meet each other. Many things, ancient and modern, are all laughing and talking."

Zhang Wenfeng sang to express his mood at this time, and took out a jar of old wine that had been stored for more than ten years from the Nawu space, and under the surprised gaze of the teahouse staff, he said with a smile: "I like to drink in the teahouse. To create a different atmosphere, there is a lot of money for tea and you pay a penny, go down and don’t need to be waited on.”

The buddy was also a monk, he hurriedly bowed and laughed and exited the wing room, and closed the door behind him.

Rong Shuzhi took a tea bowl of mellow old wine, and said: "You are still the same, your temperament has not changed much.?@?"

He could feel the viewer's heartfelt joy. He touched the two wine bowls and drank the water in one gulp.

Putting down the wine bowl, let Zhang Wenfeng pour the wine for him, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect to wake up so soon. At the beginning, I made a plan that I would not succeed in the first life, and after the first life in a daze, I would reincarnate to try the luck of the second and third lives. At the beginning of the spiritual qi surge, all the major sects opened up to accept disciples, and one time I would be lucky enough to meet the opportunity to practice, as long as I can practice, after a long time, I can awaken a trace of Su Hui's aura."

Zhang Wenfeng said contemptuously: "Seeing that you had a well-thought-out plan at the beginning, you thought that it would not be difficult for you to wake up, so you just try your luck like this? What if the previous three lifetimes don't have a chance, wasting time, and it's not too bad to turn around?"

Rong Shuzhi laughed and said: "There is nothing perfect in the world, it's not for your peace of mind. Fortunately, your friend surnamed Bai, chatted with me speculatively, it seems that your face has written one in my eyes." Yong, word, I will return his great favor when I succeed in cultivation in the future. "

Only then did Zhang Wenfeng realize that Bai Wuchang had helped Zhong Wenyong a lot, so he secretly wrote down this matter.

Take out the black wooden bottle from the black cloth bag at the waist, and transfer the tight items inside to the topaz board worn on the thumb of the left hand. This topaz board is one of the trophies captured when beheading the guardian of the Wu clan, Sheng Burao. Space It was bigger than the Shoushen bottle, erased the imprints of Yuan Ting and Divine Consciousness on the Shoushen bottle, and handed it to the smiling young man.

"The Shanmu Shoushen bottle is returned to its original owner, and there are some things you can use inside."

Rong Shuzhi stretched out his hand to take it, he is almost poor now, he would not refuse any gift from the wealthy local rich man, and asked with a smile: "Which old friend told you that this bottle is called Shanmu Shoushen bottle? "

He remembered that it was only called Shou Shen Ping for short.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "I not only know 'good wood guards the bottle', but also 'chunhuaqiuyue'."

There is a trace of sadness on the surface of Rong Shu, "Autumn" in "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" refers to his lover Fairy Qiuyun.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't expect this guy to go back hundreds of years, reincarnated once, and still can't forget the woman back then. He also heard the gossip about the women Yue Anyan told him about the past, so he quickly changed the subject and said:

"I've seen a lot of your old friends, Wei Yan, Yang Chun, and Mu Lihua, except Wei Yan, who felt that life in the land was boring, and has been reincarnated and disappeared. Yang Chun and Mu Lihua are living well."

A smile appeared on Rong Shuzhi's face, then he frowned immediately: "Yang Chun and Mu Lihua escaped the battle and fled into the Luobaoling Mountains, can they survive?"

Zhang Wenfeng scolded: "You stupid brain, you have now been reincarnated as a Confucian monk, and you are still entangled in the old millet rotten sesame seeds? More than 500 years ago, Yang Chun was ordered to block the Da'an Yushi team alone with his sword, and died in battle. In the sky above her water mansion on the Junxi River, she did not burst the embankment and flood the people on both sides of the Xihe River, which is quite tragic."

Rong Shuzhi picked up the wine bowl silently, raised it towards the western sky, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Zhang Wenfeng took a bowl with him, and continued: "Yang Chun has experienced the suffering of nine generations of reincarnation, and happened to worship in the fairy temple. After learning Taoism for a year, he happened to come into contact with the tokens left by her before she passed away and refreshed her mind. After leaving the Fairy Temple, she went to Daliang to make a big fuss among the witches, and then settled down in the wild in despair. In this life, she was called Yang Shuilan, and her relationship with the Fairy Temple eased later, and she became an ally and helped each other."

Rong Shuzhi sighed: "This is the Yang Chun I know. When my cultivation level recovers to the fourth level, I will go find her to tell the story."