Taoist chanting

"Don't tell me, I won't leave within three or two days. Shopkeeper Shen, you seem to want to drive me away."

Zhang Xuan'an was thinking about the reward for assassinating the fourth-rank old man, how could he go back now, Daoist He and the others were busy, and he couldn't come to urge him, making him feel like he had never seen the credit.

"You boy, you are the one who said to go, and you are the one who said not to go."

Shen Shan smiled and went to the backyard, said: "Today we can't do business, come to drink tea, you can go back in a few days, be safe on the road, no one knows where the two big monsters who escaped may be nesting? "

"He, he is afraid of death, and the sword repairer..."

"I'm afraid of your size, Xiaoye, let's make a bet... Forget it, it's meaningless to win against your own people."

Henry Zhang and Ye Weiyin bickered and walked into the backyard together.

He boiled water and made tea, chatted about the previous events, and listened to Shen Shan summing up the gains and losses of his experience.

Before going out to sea after chasing the thief Xiu, he had practiced in Dingxi City for a year and experienced the bloody and brutal Shen Shan. He pulled Ye Weiyin back, and the two fell behind, perfectly avoiding the sneak attack of the demon cultivator in the sea. He called out "fortunately" for the sake of concealment.

Like Ye Weiyin, Zhang Xuanan and others

None of the juniors who have improved their cultivation base very quickly have ever really experienced war.In such a messy situation, following Yao Da and rushing to the front, the casualties are all inexperienced novices.

After chatting for a long time, it was mainly the two young people who were asking Shen Shan for various experiences. Shen Shan, who opened up the chatterbox, taught many practical survival skills, all of which were blood and painful lessons.

A clerk walked into the backyard and said, "Senior Brother Xuan'an, there are monks visiting Fangfang who came to see you."

Zhang Xuanan ran out, looking very impatient, and Ye Weiyin taunted him, Shen Shan glanced at the lobby in front of him, and then got up, the first captain of the patrol guard came, with two people, looking solemn, like Is to perform official duties.

He was puzzled, could it be that Xuan An committed something?

Zhang Xuanan came to the lobby of the front hall and greeted the captain of the patrol guard. Although he knew each other, he still took out his ID card and handed it to the patrol captain for inspection.

After careful inspection, the patrol captain returned the identity card to the black and thin Taoist priest in front of him. The three of them unanimously beat their chests with their right fists and made a solemn salute with a bang. Commander Shi, thank fellow Taoist Zhang Xuan'an for his great contribution in resisting the invasion of foreign thieves, and present a reward!"

Zhang Xuan'an's heart was filled with arrogance, it was so formal that he was embarrassed, he just made up a sword by accident, but the old man who was beaten by He Daochang and the others hurriedly bowed his hands and said: "He Dao Mr. Chang and Mr. Shi are very polite, and the trivial work is not worth mentioning!"

He took a storage bag handed over by the captain of the patrol guard with both hands.

He didn't expect to get credit and rewards in just half a day. He Daochang is a straightforward person.

Shen Shan and Ye Weiyin who came in from behind, as well as the fellows watching in the lobby, were dumbfounded in shock. What is the situation?Is it true that the kid bragged about beheading a fourth-order thief cultivator?

It's ridiculous, except for some dust on Henry Zhang's body, he didn't even scratch his robe.

If the fourth-order thief cultivator who came to rob was as easy to kill as paper, would he still cause such a huge loss to Fangshi?

Sending away the three captains of the patrolling guards, Zhang Xuan'an was dragged into the gate by Shen Shan and Ye Weiyin by one arm just after they stepped into the formation. Ye Weiyin cried out in pain, "Why?"

Zhang Xuanan tried his best to smile humbly, but when he opened his mouth, he showed a villain's proud face: "I made a small contribution casually, Daoist He has done too much to see the face of our temple master."

He just wanted to show off, so hurry up and ask him.

"Over your head, it's easy to fool us when we are blind, right?"

Ye Weiyin was already beyond recognition with jealousy, and suggested to Shen Shan: "Master, let's not lynch this time, it seems that this kid will not be honest."

Shen Shan imitated the look and manner of the master, smiled and nodded: "Good!"

Someone walked in from the outside through the formation. It was Zhuang Yu who had come all the way thousands of miles away. Wherever something important happened, he would appear there afterwards, like an old owl. Seeing the scene in the lobby, Zhuang Yu cried out in surprise Said: "What heinous thing did that kid do? Come and hear it, it makes me happy too."

Shen Shan and Ye Weiyin laughed and let go of Zhang Xuan'an, and kindly helped the kid tidy up his clothes, and patted off the dust left on his shoulders, Shen Shan greeted with a smile: "Brother Yu came just in time, let's interrogate together This boy Xuan An, he is dishonest, he has made great contributions and tried to hide it from us, his mouth is very stubborn, do you think lynching should be used?"

"Oh, our little sword has done a great job? How big is it?"

The three of them surrounded Henry Zhang, who was giggling and giggling, and walked towards the backyard. Some things had to be said behind closed doors.

Fairy Temple, West Hall.

Zhang Wenfeng held the message he had just received in his hand, and said to Chuangzi who had been in Xianlingguan for more than 20 days: "A big event happened in Fang City, Dongyue Island yesterday. , cooperating inside and outside, set up a trap, and used weird blood witchcraft to control a fourth-order ape demon to explode, and at the same time detonated the witch array, almost killing the four masters guarding Fangshi. This is a message from He Guangjun. He was seriously injured. It almost fell, and it will probably take a few months to cultivate."

He received a summons from Zhuang Yu last night.

I basically understand, and I also heard that Zhang Xuan'an was lucky to kill a fourth-level thief cultivator who was maimed by He Guangjun and the others with one sword, and made a great contribution in a daze.

He Guangjun also mentioned it just now, and he was generous in his words, praising Zhang Xuan'an's bold decision, which is a piece of jade in the rough.

Lu Zijin asked very interestedly, "Have you found the thief's foot?"

"From the mouth of the captives, it has been confirmed that the case was committed by the monks of Cangling Ruins City and Misty Demon City at the northeast end of the Nanyuan Continent. Master Fayuan and our Great Celestial Master Bailichun from Da'an and others have rushed to the case yesterday and are planning the follow-up action."

"Oh, what does He Guangjun mean? He is seriously injured and can't participate. Do you want to ask you to avenge him?"

"He didn't say it clearly, that's what he meant. Why, do you want to exercise your muscles?"

Zhang Guanzhu asked with a smile.

Lu Zijin chuckled: "Competing with a few guys in the Yaozu territory, it's like that back and forth, you can't let go, and it's meaningless to win against your own people. Nanyuan Continent is far enough, I'll take Lu Huan for a trip east Yuedao not only won the favor of He Guangjun, but also increased Lu Huan's knowledge, I have enjoyed it."

Zhang Wenfeng readily agreed that he still had important matters to leave.

Chapter 710

Hearing the call, the huge mountain badger carried two little boys on its back. With a "giggle" laugh, it landed on the top of the mountain as lightly as a dark cloud. With a shake of its body, the two little boys were thrown into the air. The mountain badger was already dead. He stood up and threw himself on the spectator.

Mountain badger can speak human language, he is usually hard to speak, and likes to express intuitive preferences in unique ways.

The temple master put his shoulders against the huge monster covering him, stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair on the mountain badger's back that had become soft, smiled and gave a few words, and then put the mountain badger on the ground.

Lu Zijin squinted his eyes and cursed: "It's not big or small, and it's rubbing the mud and sand all over the body of the Lord."

He kicked it away, but the Mountain Badger easily passed by.

Shan Badger yelled at his father, expressing his dissatisfaction, don't just teach him a lesson, Guanzhu and Hu Qiang'er are watching, he is not a child anymore.

"You've improved your skills, and you still dare to bark your teeth? Don't run away, I will use my fists to reason with you."

"Aw..."

Sending off the father and son who were angry with each other, Zhang Wenfeng followed the boy, strolling down the mountain and walking by the stream.

Yang Shuilan and Xiao Ni'er went back a few days ago, and Lezi was preparing to go out to escape from the world. Yang Shuilan rejected the kindness of the host to let Lezi enter the secret realm. Familiar methods escort Lezi, and it is necessary to ensure that Lezi passes through the barrier smoothly.

Protector Tu has even traveled to the Duxian Islands and will not be back in recent years.

In the next few days, it was flat and quiet, and the temple master didn't go out anywhere.

Practice, do homework, draw pictures, and walk silently by the stream with a sword in hand.

You Mengchang played outside for a while, ran back and retracted the water beads, fell into a deep sleep, enjoying the master's scripture training, and will not go out for a short time.

His mind was not on giving lectures to his disciples. He silently realized the benefits brought to him by the penetration of the new meridians. Inspiration was flying, sparks of thinking were flying, and his cultivation was increasing day by day. Immortals who don't eat the fireworks of the world.

At dusk, Qian Jing would appear by the stream, talking and laughing with the viewer, without any scruples and caring about other people's opinions before, and even hugging the viewer's arm and shaking a few times when getting intimate.

From far away, some disciples saw it and quickly disappeared as quickly as possible.

It seemed that he was afraid of being silenced if he ran too slowly.

Even if many people watched, if no one was gossiping about the viewer and Qian Jing, it would be as if they hadn't seen it.

Occasionally, Shui Qingru would go out at dusk to accompany Master for a walk by the stream. She didn't talk much, but listened to Qian Jing's chirping like a lark, and grabbed her little snowball beast into her arms. with.

She is not blind, she can see that Master and Qian Jing had an open and honest discussion about their status, Qian Jing's knot was untied, and she was happy for her friend, but don't even think about changing her name to Qian Jing, who is younger than her, as her uncle in the future .

In the words of the master before: "We all have different views on fairy spirits."

It was early October when Henry Zhang returned to Zongmen.

He Daochang rewarded him with the sword weapon of the old man in black robe as a trophy, which is also a kind of encouragement and commemoration. In addition to the black rapier, there are also [-] spirit stones in the storage bag, and a piece of paper signed and stamped by He Daochang Paper note.

He made a trip to the capital city of Da'an, passed the assessment of his new identity, and exchanged five thousand merit points with He Daochang's warrant. Boots, an inconspicuous dark red hairpin, and other small things such as fourth-order thunder beads and talismans. It took a few days to compare and choose, and it was really confusing.

Having seen the ferocity and cruelty of war, he seemed to mature overnight.

In the future, the hard-won [-] feats are worth spending cleanly, and a low-key high-end treasure will give him a luxurious sense of security and satisfaction in his heart. Isn't money earned just to be spent happily? Little life is much more important than money.

First go to Qingzheng Bieyuan to find Daoist Yue, hand over the handover document signed by several people in Shen Shan, and talk for a while.

He quit and walked to the stream. Seeing the master with his hands behind his back and his robes fluttering, he was walking and thinking like a fairy with a dusty temperament. He hesitated not to approach, so as not to disturb the master's thoughts.

"Zhang Xuanan, when did you go back to the mountain, come and chat."

The temple master waved and smiled.

Zhang Xuanan smiled brightly, trotted forward all the way, saluted and said: "Return to the Lord, the disciple just returned to the mountain, first went to Taoist Master Yue to hand in the paperwork, and then came to greet you!"

The temple master sized up the young man who was dark and thin, smiled and raised his right hand, and said, "He Daoist sent me a message a few days ago, and he was full of praise for your performance in Fangshi. Very good, the first In an actual battle, I will use a fourth-level monk to sacrifice the sword, with courage and luck. Tell me, what kind of rewards do you want from the sect, whether it is a breakthrough pill, cultivation resources, or treasures, just ask."

From the eyes of the viewer, it can be seen that Gouwa is wearing a new outfit of a fourth-order treasure, he said so deliberately.

The head of the mountain deceived Zhang Xuan'an to Dongyuefang City to hone it as a coolie and a waiter. Someone secretly reported Zhang Xuan'an's every move to the Zhanglvtang for reference in the assessment. After more than ten years, the records were full this brochure.

The temple master went back to the mountain and looked through the secret book. Even though Zhang Xuan'an acted erratically and had a slight flaw in his personality, he was relieved. This was the longest time he had inspected a disciple.

A flash of light flashed in Zhang Xuan'an's mind, he hurriedly adjusted his robes, bowed his hands and bowed down: "I have nothing else to ask for, I beg the Lord to accept disciples as disciples, and I am satisfied. I pray to learn Taoism under the Master's door, so as to achieve the Tao of longevity .”

My heart was pounding, and my palms were sweating from nervousness.

Zhang Wenfeng supported his hands, and said with a smile: "Toughness, wit, and sincerity are commendable, well, you, the apprentice, will be accepted as a teacher, and we will hold the ceremony of apprenticeship on another day."

"Disciple Zhang Xuanan thanks Master!"

Zhang Xuanan felt that the whole person was light and floating, as if floating in the clouds, and he was so happy that he was in a fog.

After many years of persistence, once it was realized, he smirked and bowed down with a "plop".

The news that the viewer mainly accepted Zhang Xuan'an, who had made great contributions, as an apprentice spread like the wind. Chen Zhong, who had already returned to the mountain gate, beat the happy and silly Zhang Xuan'an's chest, and joked: "You boy, do it for me. This uncle who is a master is a brother, but you insist on worshiping the temple master as a master, you are ruthless! You are more ruthless than Brother Yu!"

"I dare not compare with Senior Brother Zhuang, brother, I am too far behind."

"Hehe, you said you were fat and panting, and you dared to call me brother and brother before you officially became a teacher."

"Haha, let's get to know each other in advance, Senior Brother Chen, forgive me. By the way, Senior Brother Chen, remember to prepare presents."

"You brat, you're stretching out your hands too fast."

Then an auspicious day was set, and Zhuang Yu traveled thousands of miles back to the sect just to attend the master's acceptance ceremony.

Everything was arranged by two disciples, and Guanzhu Zhang practiced and recited scriptures every day as before.

On October 28th, Zhang Wenfeng burned incense in the grand hall of Xianfeng Mountain, knelt down and prayed to Taoist ancestors and master ancestors, held simple rituals, and accepted his third apprentice, Zhang Xuan'an.

The three disciples under the sect each have their own characteristics.

Chapter 711

Guzhou, the ancient town of Lingfeng.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, nicknamed "Zhang Banxian", was carrying a green cloth package containing hexagram barrels, bamboo tubes for drawing lots, turtle shell copper coins and other food items. On the back of "Bone Fortune Telling" is the cloth cover of "Zhang Banxian, One Hexagram and Three Texts", nodding and saying hello to colleagues who have already set up booths at the end of the street.

However, the good-looking fortune-teller with a gray beard gave a cold snort to Zhang Banxian's polite smile.

Colleagues are enemies, and the fortune-telling business in the ancient town was originally a small business, barely earning a living with wine and meat.

Last month, a guy who came from another place to rob business and offered a price of one hexagram and three words. If the old fortune-teller who has been entrenched here for many years, Master Hu, hadn't seen the run-down Taoist priests who are strong and strong, most of them would have had time to accompany them if they were afraid of traveling all over the world. He wished he could expel this ignorant colleague from town with old fists.

Seeing people ordering dishes and watching people order dishes is the only way to collect divination gold in fortune-telling business, which varies from person to person.

No matter how good the business is for a day or two if you kill the price of "Sanwen" in one bite, and you can have meat every day?

The old man hated such passers-by who disrupted business everywhere.

Zhang Banxian set up two sticks on the side of the street two zhang away from the old man, holding a cloth cover, with a calm smile on his face, observing the passers-by, his eyes seemed to be empty, no one was looking.

Not long after he sat down, some business came to his door. It was a passing visitor who was born rich and dressed in silk robes.

Under the eyes of the old fortune teller who secretly looked enviously, the passer-by with a round face and an unfamiliar face sat down on the pole, cupped his hands at Zhang Banxian, and said, "Master, I invite you."

The winter sun in the ancient town is very warm, Zhang Banxian glanced at the guest, his expression became cold, and he sighed: "Guest, walk slowly, I'm not good enough, I can't solve your confusion, please be wise!"

Stretching out his hand to the east, he was facing Master Hu who was eager to stand up and solicit customers.

The middle-aged passer-by was so angry that he got up and left. He didn't even ask what was the point, and he refused with a godlike voice, blatantly soliciting customers for his colleagues, and playing this kind of swindler's tricks. How could he be fooled?

After taking three steps, the middle-aged man stopped while Master Hu was waiting eagerly, and stared back at the middle-aged Taoist priest in an old cotton robe with an inconspicuous patch on his elbow, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "As long as you If you can tell what I want to calculate, three hundred coppers will be offered."

No matter what the fortune teller said, he denied it outright, and slapped the two charlatans in the face on the spot.

Zhang Banxian shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "'You can't keep the partial wealth, and the five ghosts will harm your Yin virtue'. If you stop in time, you may save your life. Go."

The corners of Master Hu's mouth twitched contemptuously, and he often said such ambiguous and bluffing jargon.

The passer-by in front of him was born rich, and the hems of his shoes were not stained with mud. In the middle of the street, there was a servant with a green donkey waiting. There was another guard with a waist knife slung across his waist. The guard's eyes were always on the passer-by, so It can be judged that the passer-by is a businessman such as a merchant.

Talk about topics related to "wealth", and then scare people with the word "life-saving", instead of scaring people with "blood and light disasters" on the bad street.